"Those who develop bodhichitta are not for their own benefit, but for the purpose of exhausting the Dharma realm in all directions, and relying on all the extreme suffering and affection. ”

In front of him was the scene of hell, the fire was raging, the orange flames were faint, and countless ghosts were crying and wailing, screaming angrily, as if they were wearing half-worn monk's robes again, and there was no robe, because they had not taken the vows, they could feel the scorching flames, the heat was like this, and it was not only heat and pain, but also great resentment and sorrow.

The bones are all resentful, thousands of years, thousands of years, what did they do wrong, to be killed so cruelly, even the soul can not return to reincarnation, can only endure the unimaginable torture of ordinary people on the soul in this hell that does not see the light of day, just to let their resentment continue to flow and become the driving force of this great array.

Because of grief and resentment, because of grief and grief, no one let out a cry of grief for them, they grieved for themselves, let the voice of grief and grief turn into a chain of people, firmly locked on the neck of every person who entered, let them feel the pain of being skinned and blooded, and the pain of piercing the nails of white bones, so that they were lost in the thousands, thousands of voices of grief, lost their souls, and since then they have entered the obstacle, and can no longer take off, and finally become a member of the voice of grief and resentment, and become one of the bones of this pile.

"Amitabha. Xuanyin recited the Buddha's name, he didn't believe in Buddhism, or he didn't believe in it, before coming to this world, before getting the identity of a monk, he never thought about becoming a monk, not to be nostalgic for mortal love, but not to feel that he had to give up the glory of the world.

Yes, he is such a shallow person, even if he has been tempered for a lifetime, he has also had elegant hobbies, elegant manners, and even extraordinary attainments in literature, but, in the final analysis, he is still a mortal after all, and he can't get rid of those hobbies of mortals, and the only extraordinary thing may be his self-control, so that he will not give up humanity for love, nor will he abandon arrogance for glory.

Before, he had never thought that he believed in a certain god or Buddha, and no one of them might be able to save his bones that had been rooted in glory, but at this moment, in the face of such an illusion, he still proclaimed the Buddha's name with great compassion.

If so, there really is a Buddha in this world, when Pudu is the many souls who are suppressed by the formation.

The string of beads hanging around the neck was removed and wrapped around the wrist, and when the eyes were closed, the scriptures that had been read by heart were vividly remembered, as if blessed by golden light, and the words were even more brilliant......

“...... If there are people in the future life, who are not enough to eat and clothing, and who are obedient, or who are sick, or who are devastating, whose homes are restless, and whose families are scattered...... If it is a blessed life, it will be given to happiness and ...... life."

"He, what's wrong with him?"

Mo Bei, who was assigned to take care of Xuanyin, found that he came out of the pit and officially entered the underground palace, and the powerless monk took the lead, step by step over the crowd, and walked at the front of the team, and at the same time the attitude was extremely strange, as if he was confused, he was holding a rosary, and walked forward step by step, the voice of chanting was not unpleasant, but in this dark underground palace, it was like a ghostly whisper, and he couldn't hear a word clearly, but he felt that it sounded in his heart, and it was extremely noisy.

The team has stopped, and has arrived at the underground palace, the danger of this, Zhang Ren has already explained in detail, this paragraph is the last part he came out, and it is also the most vivid, these people have long known the various traps in it, even if some have been destroyed because of Zhang Ren's escape, but there must be something hidden, just go in a dignified manner, okay?

Mo Bei took a step forward and said: "He must have been fascinated by something, I'll wake him up, it's really not good, just knock it out, pour it with cold water, and you can be sober." ”

In addition to some natural hallucinogenic plants, there are also some strange medicinal powders, or something that can confuse people, this time they have already taken precautions when they come, and the gas masks they have prepared can prevent the first two, if the latter, there are also some home remedies to deal with, but they are not afraid.

It's just that no one thought that the monk with all kinds of spirit runes on his body, and maybe some magic weapons, turned out to be the first to be hit, and he was so strange.

Zhou Yangguang was silent, this is not the safest place, but it is just the boundary of the underground palace, not yet inside, with their ability, they can exit at any time, and there will be no damage at all, looking at the monk like this, maybe it is more dangerous inside.

Zhang Ren hurriedly grabbed Mo Bei and said, "Wait, don't move! Didn't you notice? Now the places where the master walks are the safest." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yangguang replied quickly and asked rhetorically.

"This is the last part of the road I walked, I remember it most clearly, in this place, I saw it or not, there was no mark, but I remember the number of steps, there, there was a mechanism, as long as you stepped on it, a sharp blade would come out, but you see now, where the master walked, there was no movement. ”

Zhang Ren shook the strong flashlight in his hand, and the white light hit one place, there was no mark in that place, and the bricks were no different from the surroundings, perhaps it was walked by Zhang Ren not long ago, the dust on it was a shallow layer, not deep, and now, there was a shallow footprint on it, which was left by Xuanyin just now.

"Then, let's follow him?" Zhou Yangguang himself couldn't make up his mind, after knowing that this place was dangerous, anyone had to think twice.

"Let's take a look first. There are still bold people in the team, and as he spoke, he took a step forward and stepped on the footprints left before, which was very safe, but this was normal, after all, this is not where the mechanism touched.

"Be careful. Zhang Ren whispered, the man waved his hand back, signaling not to worry, and strode forward, finally, to the position illuminated by Zhang Ren's flashlight, he cautiously stepped forward, first on the tip of his toes, and gradually to the heels, until the whole foot stepped in, there was no change, and the surroundings were so quiet that the needle could be heard.

He didn't let go of his breath right away, but gradually pressed his weight up, and then lifted his feet and stepped to the next place, waiting for a breath, safe, very safe.

"Let's go, step on the footprints!" Zhou Yangguang made a quick decision, and after making this decision, Mo Bei, who was fast-moving, stepped forward first.

Although Xuan Yin, who was at the front, didn't walk fast, he didn't have any worries at all, and walked forward step by step, and in just a while, he had already opened up a distance from the team.

Mo Bei did not delay, he followed the footsteps of his predecessors step by step, and threw down a few bright cold light sticks from time to time, making the whole journey clearer and clearer.

Everyone is young and strong, and they really walk, and it is difficult to walk at such a point, so they keep up with the order one by one, and soon catch up with the first Xuanyin.

Zhang Ren has been here once, and he knows the danger of this place better than others, but he has not encountered anything along the way, and it is also a little inexplicable, is it because of the monk's chanting, if this is really the case, the master is really profound, and he has suppressed these evils.

All the way smoothly to a node, Xuanyin's scripture has also been recited, and he stopped for a while.

Mo Bei was beside him, and when he saw that there was another step here, he estimated that it was no problem, so he took a step forward and asked, "Master, what's going on?"

Xuan Yin opened his eyes, he was standing at a threshold, and after stepping through the threshold was the interior of the palace, it was a little dark inside, most of the things were hidden in the shadows, and it was not clear to see, and the old furnishings could be seen in the places where the flashlights were shaken, and there were no coffins or anything like that, but more like a hall of deliberations, open and open.

With such a golden finger as spiritual power, the previous phantom array was not a phantom array, and it did not really confuse Xuan Yin, what touched him was the moment of grief perceived by the spiritual power, which almost overwhelmed his spiritual power, if he was really washed away, I am afraid that he would be an idiot even if he was alive.

In fact, there is cause and effect, if it weren't for the huge and keen spiritual power of his spirit, he would not have perceived these grievances in advance at all, and it was precisely because of this acuity that he was more affected than these ordinary people.

If not......

"Amitabha. With his hands folded, he pronounced the Buddha's horn again, Xuanyin sincerely thanked the Buddha, if he hadn't recited the Buddhist scriptures of great compassion in time, I am afraid it would be really difficult to withstand the impact of that moment and survive.

Then again, it is still useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, if it weren't for the invulnerable Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, he wouldn't have read so many scriptures these days, and he wouldn't have reflexively thought of the scriptures when the crisis came, and recited them calmly.

This step by step seems to others to be as leisurely as a stroll, but in him, it is frightening step by step, and he is worried about his life at any time.

And, his spiritual power told him that the more he went, the more powerful this voice of grief became, I am afraid that before he cultivated immortals, he would first have to understand what a demon in his heart was, if he couldn't survive it, this life would inevitably have to be explained here.

In the plot, the original owner who also came to this underground palace did not have such a dangerous experience, but was able to come out safely, perhaps because he was also an ordinary person, just like Zhang Ren and them, so he couldn't feel such an impact.

However, mental power is a part of Xuanyin's inseparable, as long as he moves forward, he can only resist step by step, and if he doesn't move forward, I'm afraid it will be difficult to retreat with his whole body, invisibly, he can feel an extremely powerful coercion, his footsteps moved slowly, but he just took a half step backwards and was already in a cold sweat, if it wasn't for the gas mask, I'm afraid they could all see that he was already sweating.

"Among the Bodhisattvas of the Heavens, I deeply admire the great wish of the King of the Earth Bodhisattva's 'hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha', now that I have entered this place, I can see the scene of hell, I should make a great vow, follow the example of my predecessors, grief and grievance, I will not become a Buddha. Hyun Yin lifted his foot, took a quick half step forward, stopped in front of the threshold, and then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and recited the scripture.

What does this mean? Mo Bei was a little dumbfounded.

Zhang Ren's eyes widened even more, "This, what's going on?" He looked at Xuan Yin, but Xuan Yin closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, as if he had not heard anything and was not ready to answer, and the hand that he had never held the rosary made two quick gestures.

Zhou Yangguang noticed these two gestures and looked at Zhang Ren, who gestured in the air and wrote out two words - "Hui" and "Sheng".

The group was silent, and they could turn around, this meaning was too simple, but it was as simple as that, and then they looked at the road ahead safely, that is, the hall was unobstructed, and there was nothing strange about it, so they couldn't move back at all.

Zhang Ren gritted his teeth, made a Buddhist salute to Xuanyin, and then took a step forward and crossed the threshold, followed by Zhou Yangon, followed by the others.

Mo Bei was very hesitant when he finally stepped in, glanced at Xuan Yin again, pinched the talisman on his neck, and hurriedly caught up with the footsteps of the team.

Although Xuanyin is chanting the scriptures, it is not difficult for him to use two minds at all, so he also knows the choice of everyone, and sighs in his heart, it is difficult to persuade the damn ghost with good words, this team of people is going to fold into most of it after all.

Without the scriptures to open the way, all kinds of organs are resurrected again, and Zhang Ren and his entourage don't know that what really controls these organs is not the various mechanisms on the surface.

Maybe at the beginning, when the craftsman made it, he stepped on a certain brick, and then a boulder or a blade fell from the sky, or he touched a certain place, and there was a movement of sandwiching the wall, and the person was stuck in it, until it was squeezed into a meatloaf.

But at that time, the production technology, and the material of the mechanism, ironware were rare, wood and bronze, and even some other unknown materials, after the prompting of time, it will only be weathered and decayed, and it will be underground for thousands of years, and not everything can last for a long time, so later, it is those who have long chosen the funeral that prompts those organs, and it is the resentment and sorrow emitted by those unwilling souls.

This kind of unscientific fact, even a person from a family of tomb robbers can hardly imagine, has long entered the modern era, all kinds of science have fascinated their eyes, where can a few people really believe that those "evil" can be smart enough to do this.

Not to mention, in this, the accumulated resentment, coupled with some myths and legends, has raised a new creature, and that is where the biggest crisis lies.

After reading the scripture again, his body was a little lighter, Xuan Yin slowly got up, took another step, and stepped into the threshold, and as he entered the door, invisibly, there seemed to be a deep sigh echoing in the main hall.

"My Buddha is merciful, able to spend 3,000 worlds and eliminate the sorrow of the world. Poor monks have no virtue, and they are willing to use their own strength to save thousands of dead souls and help them reincarnate in peace. ”

With the issuance of a wish, the invisible pressure was lighter, as if a mountain had been moved, and he was finally able to breathe some fresh air, Hyun Yin raised his hand, removed the gas mask on his face, exhaled softly, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and walked again.

"The poor monk Xuanyin made a vow here, not to spend his soul, not to leave the underground palace. ”

The wishes are more solid than the other, and each one is more specific than the other, and at this point, it is almost the whole life of this underground palace that Xuan Yin finally has a feeling of "freedom", and the voice of grief and resentment has not disappeared, it is still so heavy and pervasive, but they no longer attack Xuan Yin.

Without this layer of pressure, Xuan Yin really breathed a sigh of relief, and released the spiritual power that had converged into a turtle shell a little, and the situation in the underground palace was swept away by the spiritual power, and there was nothing to hide, and he could even "see" that in a certain area, Zhang Ren's team that had been reduced by three people.

Habitually clasped his hands together, and recited the phrase "Amitabha Buddha" again, Xuanyin took a step forward, followed their direction, saved people's lives, and won the seventh-level floating slaughter, even if it was not for the floating slaughter, it could not make those voices of grief and grievance more powerful. 166 Reading Network