Obon.

Buddhism is the biggest festival of the year.

The word "Yulan" also has the meaning of "hanging upside down".

Ning Yi and the girl walked out of Tianqing Pond and came to the ancient city of Lingshan.

At the gate of the ancient city, there are "Dharma Seats" and "Shi Gu Tai", which are the traditional "flame opening" customs of the Obon Festival, and in front of the Dharma Throne are offered to the Jizo King Bodhisattva who has passed through the ghosts of hell, and a plate of peaches and rice is offered below. On the Shi Gu platform, there are three spirit cards and a spirit flag.

After a while, at noon, the people would put their fruits, fruits, and food on the almsgiving. Pei Yatou took Ning Yi's hand, passed by the ancient platform, glanced back, and said with a smile: "After chanting and chanting mantras, these 'sacrifices' will be scattered in all directions, which is the 'flame mouth'." It not only has the meaning of mourning the souls of the dead, but also has the effect of prolonging life. ”

The ancient city is full of Buddhist believers.

After Ning Yi's "White Bone Plain" was opened, his naked eyes could see wisps of "wishing power" rising in all directions of this city.

Obon is indeed a day of great luck.

On this day, the power of wishes, incense, is probably worth the accumulation of a whole year of bathing in the Buddha's puja...... These days, the gate of Lingshan City is wide open, and tens of thousands of people are allowed to enter, and the inns, Buddhist temples, and halls in the Pure Land are almost saturated.

It's just that there are more people, and there are more troubles.

Ning Yi saw with his own eyes that in the corner of a certain inn, two Buddhists first argued and then fought because of the Bodhisattva concept they believed.

"Everywhere there is strife...... Buddhism is no exception. ”

Lingshan is the pure land of immaculate purity pursued by all ascetics in the Eastern Lands.

But where in the world is there a place without a stain?

As long as there are people, it will not be a pure land.

If you want to say that it is truly pure and peaceful, there is no dispute with the world...... There are only tombs where people are buried after death.

Ning Yi and the girl walked on the ancient city.

His state of mind is surprisingly quiet, like a lake, these days of recuperation, Guangming Jian and Ning Yi's qi are perfectly integrated, and the "piece of light" left by Master Shao Yun is now under Ning Yi's control and control.

Ning Yi can be sure that he is the most suitable owner of the "light" of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The sword aura of the sword bearer destroys all darkness.

Qi cultivation kung fu, the realm of the divine soul, unconsciously went to another level.

Even the most anxious thing seems to be able to be "pressed", Ning Yi held the girl's hand, like a lay couple without cultivation, just as a "bystander", walking through the streets and alleys.

The secret sentinel of Lingshan, the monks and soldiers, flowed silently in the crowd.

They are dressed very plainly, most of the Buddhist believers are wearing wide cloth robes, so it is not difficult to disguise themselves as worshippers to meet the ancient Buddha, thousands of ascetics, fishing nets scattered in all corners of many ancient cities in Lingshan, through communication tokens, under the deployment of the two great masters, control the details of this "Obon Festival".

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"Hasn't the Buddha been out yet?"

Mu Heng frowned, standing on a prominent cliff in the grotto, in front of him was the mist of the ancient city, and behind him was the clear light that broke through the mist, but he turned around and looked at the sight of the "Stone Buddha Quiet Room", which was blocked by layers of vines and ancient trees, and the young man who was sitting in the Stone Buddha Quiet Room had maintained the posture of touching the stone wall with one hand, and it had been more than ten days.

"To treat Mr. Ning's wife?"

Jin Yi's expression became gloomy, he thought of the little mountain master surnamed Pei, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry, Pei Lingsu can be called amazing, worthy of being Pei Min's daughter...... It's a pity that it's contaminated with "No."

cure the disease", if the ancestor does not go out, who else can save it in this world?

There was no one left.

The two great sect masters knew that it was none other than the Void Cloud Master's Master who inherited the "Divine Soul Attainment" of the Void Cloud Master, it was the Lark's master who quit dust.

Therefore, the Buddha has been working hard to cure Pei Lingsu's spiritual disease, searching countless medical books and secret books, and doing his best to continue Pei Lingsu's longevity.

Except for Mr. Ning.

The one who can't accept the "mistaken message" should be the Buddha.

It feels like a piece of hard work has been shattered.

As for the two great suzerains...... The two of them survived to the rebirth of the "Jizo Bodhisattva", and their greatest wish has been fulfilled.

If what Senior Brother Shao Yun said was true, Master Xuyun had already sat in the meditation room, and the prophecy was a "saying" that the ancestor broke when he knew that his time was running out, in order to inspire the world and inspire Lingshan...... Then Mu Heng and Jin Yi can also accept it.

After all...... Such a difficult period has already survived.

They may grieve in their hearts, but they will only move forward with greater tenacity with grief.

The wind suddenly became noisy.

The two great sect masters noticed the abnormality outside the stone room, and a fierce sword aura rose up, but unfortunately, it was ...... This is not a harbinger of the master's departure.

Rather, it is a vision triggered by a young man sitting cross-legged on the ground, raising a Zen stick.

In front of the stone Buddha ashram, the lark who had been sitting for fifteen days was slowly holding his knees at this moment, and when he stood up, his whole body was covered with a layer of ash, as if he had turned into a stone Buddha.

The Buddha's eyes were complicated, and there was a touch of regret in the depths.

"Master...... It's gone, indeed. ”

The two Great Sect Masters were shocked and silent, not knowing what to say.

Did the ancestor pass away?

This sentence, when it comes out of the mouth of the lark, proves it...... This Buddha has confirmed the news of the "death" of the ancestor.

These few words, at the moment, sounded with strong twists and turns and bizarre unwillingness, as well as frustration after many struggles.

The Buddha shook his head, his face softened again, like a spring breeze, and asked, "Today is Obon?"

The two great sect masters bowed and said, "Please ask the Buddha to light a fire for the grotto and bless it." ”

The lark lowered his eyelids, "The ancestor will not be out of the customs, and we have no need to wait...... How's the preparation going, and where is the ceremony?"

Shao Yun's voice was a little excited, he suppressed his voice, and said, "Outside the grotto, there are at least 50,000 believers, waiting for your 'ignition'......"

Jin Yi took over the topic and said: "Lord Buddha, according to the rules of the 'Obon Festival' in previous years, the ignition is when it is dark and the night falls, and the fire will break through the long night and show the ...... of the Buddha's door."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Heng said quietly: "According to the rules of the 'Obon Festival' in previous years, Lord Buddha still needs to bathe and change clothes and fast three days in advance, can the whole event be postponed?"

Jin Yi couldn't refute it for a while, glared at the enemy who had been against him for thirty years, and finally calmed down and said seriously: "Lord Buddha can consider changing his robe and riding around Lingshan City...... In this way, more believers will follow, and it will not be too late to 'light a fire'. ”

The lark stretched out a hand and suppressed Mu Heng's tendency to speak.

He smiled and said, "There is no need to change into robes, this robe is something left by my master back then...... I love it. ”

This is the monk's robe before "quitting dust" and leaving Lingshan.

The lark stretched out a hand, the palm of the palm turned upward, and the whole ancient cave "suddenly" surged a large piece of spiritual mist, which turned in the palm of the Buddha's palm, turning into a full and distinct water

Beads, then the young man crushed the water droplets in his palm, took a step forward, and passed through the "water aura" in the sky, this body fell into dust, and the slightly dry robe became moist and shiny after the lark pierced the water curtain, and the whole person became clear.

Jin Yi sincerely admired: "Lord Buddha is a good means. ”

What should the lark be in now?

It stands to reason that before taking the Great Wish Zen Staff, the realm of this Buddha is probably about two or three of the life stars, and his combat power can cross a big realm and fight against the demon king of the withered lock cave...... And now, Jin Yi can't see through him even more.

After going through the retreat of the "Stone Buddha Ashram", the Buddha seemed to become stronger, as if he had realized something.

Is it the "artistic conception of life and death" on the stone wall?

Jin Yi has not tried, and he understands the "sword intent" and "life and death" on this stone wall, but the realm of "igniting life and death" is too far away from him, and Buddhism pays attention to the word "fate" in everything, and after sitting for half a month, Jin Yi understood a truth.

The ignition of the Void Cloud Master Ancestor really has nothing to do with him.

The lark is a one-in-a-million genius.

To be precise...... The Twisting Fire Inheritance of the Jizo King Bodhisattva can turn people into a genius who is unique in ten thousand.

"What Sect Master Jin Yi said is reasonable, so many believers outside are waiting for me...... Keep them waiting. ”

The lark smiled and said, "The two of you have prepared horses for me, and when the salienent beings have been waiting for me for a long time, I want to see the sentient beings." ”

A moment later.

The young man in the robe turned over and got on the horse, his treasure was solemn, he turned half of his side face, looked at Mu Heng, and said lightly.

"When the fire is lit, the two of you should not take it lightly, and you must protect the spirit mountain city. ”

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The gates of Lingshan City were wide open.

The sand and dust storm swept in, and there were still continuous trekkers, crossing the desert, coming thousands of miles, so it was the "Obon Festival", under the orders of the two great masters, the monks and soldiers guarding the city, just a little check of their identity, will be released.

Riding alone, sweeping the ground, sweeping the wild sand from afar, a man in disarray, leaning very low on the horseback, under the blood-stained green robe, wrapped in a layer of fine scale armor, and a huge opening in the waist and abdomen.

The monks crossed the halberd and stopped this "stranger" who came from afar.

It can be seen at a glance that he is not a member of Buddhism.

Although it is Obon, the city gates are wide open...... But Lingshan is still not accessible to everyone.

This embarrassed man with lowly cultivation, his face was covered with yellow sand, his lips were dry, and he was extremely weak, but he wanted to enter the city but was stopped, and he showed several tokens one after another.

"Order of the Tiandu Mission...... Xuanzilou...... What are they?"

The monk at the head frowned, stared at the man, and heard a weak pleading.

"There is a big thing...... ...... happens"

The man on horseback, his voice harsh and stuttering.

"I'm looking for ...... Mr. Ning......"

The monk raised his eyebrows, Mr. Ning, there are so many people surnamed Ning in Lingshan...... Which Mr. Ning is this guy looking for?

He subconsciously thought of Mr. Ning, who was the same "stranger" as the man in front of him.

When the monk hesitated for a moment, before he could make a decision, a warm voice sounded.

"Let him in. ”

The head monk was in a trance, and a lotus token with an arc-shaped glittering brilliance was already hanging in front of him.

Song Jinglian, who wore two knives at his waist, and Cinnabar, who was sitting in his arms and holding a horse rope, stopped in front of the Lingshan city wall.

Song Yiren's expression was indifferent, but his temperament was more depressed than when he left.

He spoke again, his voice with a murderous aura that made it impossible to show disobedience.

"After that, close the gates and let no one in. ”