"I've seen Childe!" In front of the valley filled with green smoke, everyone's eyes were red and swollen, and they saluted Ye Changsheng one after another.

They asked the rest of the Sword Pavilion, the survivors and family members of the Iron Eagle Hall, and some people who came to help.

Ye Changsheng nodded and walked towards the officers and soldiers who were blocking the front.

"Who are you, you actually ......" The officer led by him pretended to be in a posture, and before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Ye Xiangdong.

The officer fell to the ground, covering the shoe prints on his face, bleeding from his nose, and shouted angrily: "Ye Changsheng, you, are you going to rebel?!"

He had already been informed by his subordinates before, so he wanted to give Ye Changsheng a dismissal.

Unexpectedly, before his majesty could be shaken out, he was kicked to the ground by the damn Ye Xiangdong.

Looking at Ye Changsheng's bloody hair and bloody clothes, as well as that pale, palpitating face, the officer was actually too frightened to stand up.

Ye Changsheng smiled: "Since you have guessed everything, how can I let you go back alive?"

The officer was so creepy that he almost exerted the potential of his whole body, and he got up and ran out of the valley with his legs.

The soldiers who were left behind also reacted and fled one after another.

It wasn't until they found that there was no one behind them that they collapsed and sat on the ground, panting like dogs.

The ruins of the valley were still smoking, and the dark fire was like the soul of the dead, and sometimes it came out from between the bricks and trees, jumped a few times, and then fell silent.

Ye Changsheng and the people behind him, their eyes were red, looking at the corpses and stumps scattered among the ruins, and tragic scenes appeared in their minds.

The crowd was silent, and they all walked into the huge ruins to clean up the bodies of the victims.

After a while, the heart-rending cries of the family members echoed in the desolate and cold valley.

Ye Changsheng came to a collapsed sword-casting room, looked at a few deformed hammers on the ground, and said sadly: "Big Niu, in fact, you don't deserve to die. ”

With tears in his eyes, Ye Xiangdong took out the tribute from the bamboo basket and placed it in the open space in front of the ruins.

The incense burner was full of smoke, and Ye Changsheng looked sad and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Lowering his eyes, the sound of the Buddha that surpassed the undead flowed from the lips of the immortal.

That's what I smelled.

For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother.

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I have come from a long time ago, and I have been guided by the Buddha, so that I have obtained incredible divine power and great wisdom.

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Vow to save and save from hell, evil spirits, etc., such as retribution for sins, and others, and become Buddhas, and then I will become enlightened.

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It is the great wisdom of the Bodhisattvas of the earth, saving sinners from sin and suffering, giving birth to people in the heavens, and making them happy. It is the sinners, who know the karma and the way of suffering, and they are free from it, and they will never go through it again.

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May the World-Honored One, for all sentient beings in the present and future, praise the earthly treasures and do not think about deliberations, so that the eight divisions of the heavenly dragons will be blessed with gifts.

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At that time, the day of the Confession, the rain is immeasurable, and the sky is beautiful......

In Ye Changsheng's mind, the blood and fire were soaring, and countless scenes of fighting flowed past one by one, and one by one they were far away.

Two lines of tears flowed down his pale cheeks.

From the town to the county, from the county town to the provincial town, along the way, how many people died at my hands, and how many people died because of me?

And I couldn't stop walking, so I had to keep going.

How many more will die at my hands, and how many more will die because of me?

At that time, Huaihai Zen Master encouraged monks not to give up hoeing and working because they avoided killing, and established the "Baizhang Qing Rules".

The Zen master once said: The heart is like a void, and there is no emptiness, where is the sin safe?

If the heart has no dwelling, can it really escape sins?

Or am I no longer me, and those sins are no longer sins?

There is a woman in the world, graceful and beautiful like a flower. However, 50 years later, the skin is in a dilapidated state.

The old woman is obsessed with memories, and often thinks of the beautiful skin of her youth, which gives rise to troubles and cannot be relieved.

Suddenly, one day, when the old woman returned to her youth and beauty, she was happy, and she let go of the obsession in her heart.

If you can get it, you can pick it up.

With pick-up, there is drop-off.

When she didn't want the old woman to be happy, the soldiers broke into the house and took turns to commit violence, and the old woman was worse off than dead, and she regretted not being at the beginning.

All appearances are vain.

You are no longer you, so why cling?

A deep breath rose from under Ye Changsheng's body, accompanied by the mighty Buddha sound, diffuse.

The next moment, his body shone brightly!

His hair began to darken, his face began to become immature, and in the blink of an eye he was fourteen years old.

However, the young man's face only lasted for a moment before it began to dissipate.

The traces of the years are piled up on the boy's body layer by layer.

The boy became young, he became middle-aged, he became old, he became gray-haired.

In an instant, it was like going through a reincarnation.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Changsheng turned bloody again, and his face was pale as when he came.

See through the "I look" and get a glimpse of the "human face".

Cultivation, the second merit!

Changsheng's heart was ethereal, and the aura emanating from his body was even more sacred and vast, spreading towards the entire valley.

The people who pulled the ruins, the lonely widows who wept with broken hearts, and the survivors who wept sadly, all felt this sacred breath at the same time.

The spring breeze turned into rain, they seemed to forget the pain, lowered their eyebrows, followed Ye Changsheng's example, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

At the mouth of the valley, more than a dozen warriors from the Divine Light Hall strode fiercely with swords in their hands.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Avenge the hall master!"

"Avenge the leader!"

The warriors roared angrily, raised their swords, and rushed towards Ye Changsheng's back.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Ye Changsheng's body bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

Countless mysterious spells, accompanied by six-character mantras flashing with six-colored light, spiraled out and intertwined into a huge space.

The sound of the Buddha is immense, and the light and shadow change.

Sixteen samurai were shrouded in a mysterious space, and in an instant, seven orifices bled out, and one by one fell to the ground, unconscious.

The light and shadow and Buddha light disappeared, Ye Changsheng put away the "Jiluo Prison", slowly opened his eyes, and stood up.

After comprehending the second merit, he did not change much, but his eyes became more profound, and his face became calmer or indifferent.

Staring at the sixteen Divine Light Hall warriors who fell to the ground, Ye Changsheng said slowly: "Kill them and pay tribute to the dead." ”

Ye Xiangdong and several warriors woke up like a dream, and hurriedly flew forward, cleanly harvesting sixteen lives.

Ye Xiangdong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he had sensed the compassion and Buddhist aura on Gongzi's body before, for fear that Gongzi would really put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

Now it seems that it was he who made a false alarm, and the son of Buddhism is still a son.

Even if the son wants to become a Buddha, then he must kill all the people who should be killed!

(End of chapter)