"Tuk Tuk ......"

In this darkness, the sound of the wooden fish kept ringing, muffling all sounds.

And under the sound of this wooden fish, there is a very light, very pure and clear voice, like an ethereal Buddha sound falling from the sky.

Countless evil spirits, after hearing this ethereal Buddha chanting, all calmed down.

Gradually, these evil ghosts found that the Buddha singing in their ears was getting louder and louder, like the voice of a thousand people, like Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening. At this moment, the ghosts seemed to see the light of the Buddha shining in the darkness, the glory of the Brahman, and the weather, and their hearts couldn't help but be shocked.

And the young monk, his lips squirmed, and he spat out verses one by one.

Suddenly, it looks like the Buddha with flowers, not angry, not stupid.

I don't know when, the Buddha chant became louder and louder, not only in the ears of the ghosts, but also in the minds of the ghosts, in the hearts of the ghosts.

The Buddha's light illuminated the whole darkness.

In that dazzling Buddha light, the ghosts seemed to see the birth of a Buddha, and at a glance there was a sea of Buddhas, thousands of thousands. At this time, all the ghosts sat down one by one, all smiling with flowers and a pious face......

The Buddha who was born, at first glance it was the size of a baby's fist, exuding a faint Buddha light, but then it was a giant Buddha, with a thousand feet of Buddha light, great mercy and compassion, so that the ghosts couldn't help but kneel and worship.

Moreover, the sound of the wooden fish was like a bell that rang through the ages, melodious and ancient, hitting the hearts of all the ghosts one by one.

Gradually, the resentment in the hearts of the demons slowly faded.

The evil ghost, like an ink ghost, turned into layers of black resentment from his body and became clean.

At this time, the vain ghost who had dissolved a lot of resentment looked at the young monk blankly, and finally sighed and made a big gift.

"That's it. ”

The vain ghost stood up, thinking of the confusion in this part of his life, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and cut off the resentment in his heart.

Even if you don't get angry, what can you do?

"Chen Guangbai thanked Master Xie, and he never dared to forget his great kindness in his life. At this time, the vain ghost bowed to the young monk and had become sober, "Can the mage tell me the Dharma name?"

"Go ahead. ”

And at this moment, a soft voice fell into his ears.

The dead ghost bowed down again, and then turned away, out of the darkness.

However, after he walked out, the whole darkness shook suddenly, and countless resentments rose, causing those evil spirits to fall into a state of confusion again, and become resentful.

The Buddha who was born became dim in anger.

Click-

Under the impact of resentment, a Buddha Light Buddha shattered open.

After a while, countless Buddha light Buddhas shattered, and the dark space darkened again, leaving only the Black Lake Sanzhang still light.

At this time, the young monk opened his eyes and looked around with a bitter face.

It's too much of a resentment to die in vain.

He exhausted all his Buddha power, but in the end, he only turned into a ghost.

And here, there are thousands of vain ghosts, when and how long will he need to be able to transform all the vain ghosts?

Moreover, there will be a steady stream of vain ghosts.

That's not enough.

However, it is still necessary to do it if it is not finished.

The young monk closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then regained his temper again.

A day passes, a month passes, a year passes......

The young monk didn't know how many vain ghosts he had transformed, but there were more and more vain ghosts in the dark space. Moreover, his Dharma could not cover the entire dark space, so countless unscrupulous ghosts ran out to harm the human world......

Although he sympathized with these vain ghosts, he could not tolerate them running back to the world to harm people.

Moreover, there are thousands of ghosts who have died in vain in the world.

Most of them are resentful, no longer good ghosts, and have become vicious.

At this time, the young monk was thinking about how to deal with it while reciting it, even if he turned evil ghosts, he couldn't die with a single brain.

Otherwise, the evil ghost has not finished his life, and he will have to finish himself first.

Not long after, the young monk was stunned for a moment, because three words suddenly appeared in his mind: the city of death in vain.

Historically, it seems that the king of Jizo built a city of dead people to deal with it, so that he could not only neutralize the dead ghosts, but also prevent these dead ghosts from running back to the world and continue to harm people......

At this time, the young monk stood up and examined the entire dark space.

Around him, these vain ghosts often listen to him chant sutras and praise Buddhas, and they have dissolved a lot of resentment, and they are not as vicious as other vain ghosts.

A moment later, he circled around the dark space again, and noticed that there were often vain ghosts coming in and out......

Moreover, he also found that those who went out and came back in vain became more vicious.

It's hurting people again.

At this time, he stood quietly at the edge of the dark space, watching these vain ghosts coming in and out, as if they had turned into statues.

Build a city!

It can not only allow these vain ghosts to have a place to live, but also restrict these vain ghosts from running back to the world......

Soon after, the young monk returned to the world and appeared in front of a majestic stone mountain.

Boom Boom –

After a while, I saw the stone mountain shake and split into stone strips.

At this time, the young monk carried the stone strip with great mana, and the big stone strip disappeared with a "boom" as if traveling through time and space.

When the boulder reappeared, it had already fallen into the dark space.

Bang!

The boulder slammed down on the edge of the dark space.

A moment later, large stones flew in and stacked themselves like walls.

In less than a few days, the majestic stone mountain had been emptied by the young monk, and a high stone wall had been erected at the edge of the dark space.

However, when the young monk returned to the dark space, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Because no matter how high the stone wall is, it can't stop these vain ghosts, and they can still climb the wall to get out. Therefore, even if the young monk enclosed the entire dark space, he still couldn't stop the dead ghosts from coming in and out......

So what's the use?

At this time, the young monk stared blankly......

I don't know when, Feng Qingyan appeared in front of that dark space, looking at the high stone wall built by the young monk, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Unless the Dharma is carved on the stone wall, it will not be able to stop the ghosts who are dead in vain.

Moreover, with the current practice of young monks, it seems that they may not be able to suppress it, so even the path of depicting the Dharma seems to be dead.

Also, even if the Dharma is depicted, it needs to be infused with a steady stream of Buddha power into the wall.

"Fire!"

Feng Qingyan saw the little monk standing there in a daze, so he couldn't help but remind him.

At this time, when the little monk heard the word "fire", he couldn't help but be stunned, and then turned back in confusion, but he didn't see Feng Qingyan.

"Fire?"

The little monk thought about it, no matter how powerful the ghost is, he is afraid of fire, and it is natural to suppress the ghost with a wall of fire. But is it necessary to build a city of fire?

The little monk shook his head.

A few days passed, and the little monk still didn't think of a way.

"There is a mountain under the water in the north, called Wojo. ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan suddenly looked towards the north, as if something was born from his thoughts, and he said lightly in his heart.

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