After I came back, Tong Xuan put me in Chua

g, and then asked Miao Mi anxiously how to save me and how to raise my soul?

"Ahem, please, don't worry, this matter can't be rushed..."Miao Mi looked tangled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, desperately suppressed Tong Xuan's restless heart, and said: "Don't worry, I have to think about it and think about it carefully..."

"Well, when do you have to think about it?"

Tong Xuan's eyebrows were entangled, and there was a trace of irritability in his tone, and he continued to ask seriously: "You have to hurry, I don't think Mengmeng's situation is very good, I'm afraid she will..."

"Hey, seeing that you're in such a hurry, I'll tell you a story!" Looking at Tong Xuan, who was in a hurry, Miao Mi wanted to speak and stopped, but after all, he sighed lightly and said, "Listen patiently to me after I finish this story, the method of conceiving a cute soul is in this story." ”

"Storytelling?"

Jian Yixi, who was standing near Tong Xuan, pursed his lips, and then pulled Tong Xuan, who looked anxious, to sit down, "I've known you for so long, I've always seen you pit, blind, abduct, cheat, and practice medicine to save people, but I really haven't heard you tell a story!" ”

Miao Mi shrugged his shoulders, and immediately under Tong Xuan's restless mood, he whispered a story about the Buddha's redemption of the common people...

As soon as the words fell, he changed his words, his eyes swept over Tong Xuan and asked, "Wuhu Chaohua, have you heard of it?" ”

"Five Hu Chaohua..."Tong Xuan held back his impatient mood and waited for Miao Mi's story, but he didn't know that Miao Mi actually mentioned this word.

Tong Xuan knows the word 'Five Hu Chaohua', and from a certain point of view, he himself is a history book...

After his death, his body was buried in the land of extreme yin and became a zombie, while his soul wandered in the underworld, fell asleep several times, and woke up from his slumber several times, and saw all the states in the world, the sea and the fields.

Whether it is the Three Kingdoms, or the Five Hu Chaohua, the Tang Feige, the Song and Liao hegemony, and the Great Yuan Dynasty of Genghis Khan's Mausoleum, Zhu Yuanzhang's Ming Dynasty, Nurhachi's Qing Empire...

After a short memory, Tong Xuan frowned, and Tong Xuan sighed lightly: "Wuhu Chaohua, it refers to the fact that many nomads outside the Western Jin Dynasty took advantage of the rebellion of the Eight Kings of the Western Jin Dynasty and the weakening of the Western Jin Dynasty to seize the opportunity and establish many regimes one after another. ”

"During this period of Wuhu Chaohua, my country was very chaotic..."

"Wuhu mainly refers to the five major tribes, Xiongnu, Xianbei, Qian, Qiang, and Di." As soon as the words changed, Tong Xuan pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "I once woke up once during the Wuhu Rebellion, so even the tragedy of that dark period, with rivers of blood and bloodshed, is not enough to describe the cruelty of that period..."

"Speaking of Wuhu, but in fact, Wuhu refers to the representatives of the chaotic Huahu people at the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, far from these five tribes!"

"In fact..."

Miao Mi nodded when he heard this, his eyes immediately glanced out the window, and he sighed, "During the Wuhu Chaos period, wars were frequent, and the people were struggling to make a living. ”

"Because of the chaos in the world, there will inevitably be demons born in the troubled times, which will plague the world and make the people miserable."

"Don't be emotional, focus on..."Tong Xuan coughed dryly and said.

"Don't worry, here's the point..."

Saying that, Miao Mi couldn't help but glance at Tong Xuan, and hurriedly said: "There was a monk on Wutai Mountain, whose law name was dustless, and he became a monk since he was a child, but he was already virtuous at a young age, and he was also profound, and he couldn't bear to see the common people in trouble, so he took the initiative to ask the abbot to allow him to go down the mountain to purify all sentient beings. ”

One day, when the dustless Zen master passed through a city, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, and he immediately saw the ghost aura and yin qi in the city from a distance.

He knew that this city was different, so he entered the city alone, and suddenly felt that the yin wind was blowing in his face, and the yin wind was raging...

Looking up, the sun beckoned, but there was a layer of yin qi shrouded in the upper and lower parts of his body.

Looking at it, although there are many pedestrians on the busy streets, they are all yellow and thin, as if they are seriously ill.

Pedestrians are all staggering, restless.

"Amitabha..."The dustless Zen master recited the Buddha's name, squinting his eyes and observing patiently, but he saw that everyone's body was filled with a strong cold ghostly aura, or an extremely heavy yin qi. Tong Xuan, what do you think? ”

Abruptly, Miao Mi, who was telling a story, glanced at Tong Xuan and asked softly.

"It should be the yin qi that has eroded into the human body, right?" Tong Xuan thought for a moment, and then organized his words, "Once this kind of sign appears in a living person, it can be interpreted as causing yin to flourish and yang to decline, if it goes on like this for a long time, I am afraid that yang will decline and fail, and eventually die and die." ”

"Indeed, as you say, the lives of those in the city will be in danger in the long run."

Miao Mi nodded when he heard this, and then sighed, "Mourn the suffering of the common people!" ”

As he spoke, he continued his story, saying: "Among the stumbling passers-by, an old man suddenly fell to the ground, trembling and trembling. ”

The dustless Zen master hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up, and touched the old man's arm at the same time, and at that moment, he was coldly filled by a layer of ghostly aura permeated by the old man's body.

"Amitabha, good..."Wuchen recited the Buddha's words in a low voice, and immediately used the supreme Buddha power to circulate in the old man's body, hoping to dispel the ghost yin qi for him.

As everyone knows, the old man is close to the edge of running out of oil and drying up, and the yin qi has entered the body, and it has entered the ointment, even if the dustless Zen master is compassionate and compassionate, he can't reach it, so he has to dispel the cold and icy qi on his body.

The old man moved his arm slowly, felt that his body was getting warmer, recovered, and hurriedly thanked Zen Master Wuchen for saving his life...

"Amitabha..."

Seeing this, the dustless Zen master shook his head slightly, and immediately waved his hand, saying: "I'm ashamed, the yin ghost qi mixed in the donor's body is too heavy, and now it is in the end of the day, even though the poor monk can only help you dispel the cold qi on the surface of your body, but you can't save the donor's life." ”

The old man was stunned, and then he still thanked him seriously, "If it weren't for the help of the Zen master, I'm afraid the old man would have died, in this case, Zen master, why should you be ashamed, why should you be ashamed!" ”

"Amitabha." When the dustless Zen master heard the Buddha name, he asked the old man softly why is there a ghost qi in the city, and why is the yin ghost qi so strong?

The old man thought for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "Three years ago, the Hun army slaughtered tens of thousands of people in our city, and then they went away, and then the water gushed out inexplicably from the place where the bones were piled up in this city, and finally converged into a river. ”

"This river is called the corpse river by our local people, and the river water is turbid and yellow, extremely cold, like 10,000 years of ice."

"The water of the river of corpses emits cold day and night, and after that, the people in the city have unknowingly suffered from a peculiar disease, which the doctor called 'typhoid fever', but anyone who has this disease will attack once in a few months, or a few days, and the whole body will be extremely cold, whether it is cold or hot..."

"Once you have an attack, you will inevitably be cold, cold and cold, and you can survive if you hold on, and if you can't stand it, you will die."

As he spoke, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "Three years have passed, and the people who survived the massacre have died six or seven out of ten because of this disease. ”

The dustless Zen master was stunned when he heard this, sighed in his heart, and felt compassion, and then slowly helped the old man up, and said: "The poor monk wants to go to have a look, can the old man take the poor monk to the corpse river?" ”

"Yes." The old man replied, and Xuan led the dustless Zen master to the corpse river.

The dustless Zen master felt that the surroundings were extremely gloomy, and the cold air was shocking, so he squinted his eyes and looked into the corpse river, his eyes condensed, and he immediately gasped.

Miao Mi sighed with emotion and said: "The dustless Zen master stared at the water of the corpse river, looked at the turbidity of the river, and the indescribable yin qi that was hard to describe, and concluded in his heart that this river is probably not the water of the world. ”

With this guess in his heart, the dustless Zen master recited a sentence of the Buddha, and then sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, urged the Buddha qi around his body, recited the Buddha's name, and his eyes also gushed out the brilliance of the red gold Buddha's light.

The Buddha's eyes opened, and the next moment he looked at the bottom of the corpse river.

I saw countless corpses in the land of the corpse river, condensing infinite resentment, and in addition, the deepest part of the river was actually pierced by resentment through a dark hole, deep and meandering...

The infinite eerie aura permeated from the cave, and the water of the corpse river also poured out of the dark hole.

After several investigations, the dustless Zen master learned that it was because the grievances condensed by countless unjust souls broke through the underworld and connected to the yellow spring of the underworld...

At this point, Miao Mi sighed lightly, "That city is extremely close to the place where the yin world is, in other words, it is the place where yin and yang meet, because the resentment is too heavy, so it disturbs the order of yin and yang, so that the yellow spring water seeps out into the yang world, forming a river of corpses." ”

Hearing this, Tong Xuan was also shocked in his heart, and muttered softly: "If it is as the dustless Zen master said, as the days go by, I am afraid that the realm of yin and yang will be out of order, and the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

"Indeed, the yellow spring water flows in the Yang world, and in time, hundreds of ghosts will inevitably come out together, and there will be a catastrophe in the world." Miao Mi shrugged his shoulders and nodded, affirming Tong Xuan's statement.

Immediately after Miao Mi continued: "After treating all the causes, the dustless Zen master got up slowly, threw the Buddha prayer beads hanging on his chest into the corpse river, and the word 'swastika' in the Buddhist language also swirled and floated on the surface of the river. ”

"The Buddha beads rotated with the Buddha seal of the word 'swastika', so that the water of the corpse river was pressed down and turned into a huge whirlpool flowing backwards down the dark hole."

"After a moment and three moments, the water of the entire turbid corpse river subsided, and at this time, the Buddha beads and the swastika Buddha seal hung in the dark hole at the bottom of the river, flashing with dazzling purple and gold light, sealing the dark hole."

In addition, the dustless Zen master used the Great Buddha Qi to surpass the soul, so as not to break the seal again and cause the yellow spring water to seep out, repeating the mistakes of the past.

Then the dustless Zen master will recite the six-character mantra, urge a body of Buddha energy, gather the supreme Buddha light to move mountains and reclaim the sea, so that the earth shakes the mountains, and the mud on the shore surges to fill the corpse pit.

The old man was stunned and stunned when he saw this scene, and the dustless Zen master said the Buddha word 'Amitabha', and then informed the old man of the reason for the formation of this corpse river, and then said with a sigh: "The poor monk has removed the root of the bane, and the yin ghost qi in the city will automatically dissipate in no time..."

"Thank you Zen Master, thank you Zen Master for saving your life!" When the old man heard this, he knelt down directly, knelt down to thank the dustless Zen master, and then asked with an expectant face: "The Zen master's ability is vast, but I don't know if there is a way to save the lives of hundreds of people in my city, those who are terminally ill..."

"This..."The dustless Zen master sighed lightly, a difficult color appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "The aura of yin and ghosts in the city has been permeated for a long time, and the so-called freezing three feet is not a day's cold, I am afraid that the yin qi has entered the people's fat, the oil is exhausted, and the lamp is dry, and the poor monks are powerless even if they practice Buddhism!" ”

The old man's face stiffened, he smiled bitterly, and said very disappointedly: "Okay, the number of lives should be here, and it shouldn't be forced, but it will make the master embarrassed." ”

Wuchen looked at the old man's desperate expression, compassionate, suddenly remembered something, showed a resolute look on his face, and said to the old man: "That's it, the poor monk made a grand wish to enter the world to save people, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter." ”

As soon as the words fell, he recited a Buddhist saying, saying: "The poor monk has a method that can save everyone's lives, and trouble the old man to summon the people in the city here, in addition..."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, "I'm tired, take another knife, find a pot, and some firewood." ”

When the old man heard this, he was puzzled, but he was overjoyed because there was a way to save his life, and he hurriedly complied.

At this time, the dustless Zen master actually recited the 'transcendent scriptures', sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and whispered softly after the scriptures were killed, "Amitabha, all living beings are miserable, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

In less than an hour later, all the people of the city had arrived, and they were all glad to hear that someone could save their lives.

"How did it end?" As he spoke, Miao Mi glanced at Tong Xuan, "What do you think?" ”

Tong Xuanyu's eyebrows tightened, and he said thoughtfully, "The dustless Zen master in your story has practiced Buddhism since childhood, and I am afraid that the Buddha's qi has increased and he has reached the realm of transformation." ”

"Not bad!" Hearing this, Miao Mi nodded, his eyes still staring at Tong Xuan, which means that you continue to speak.

Tong Xuan was also not polite, and said as he guessed in his heart: "The dustless Zen master sacrifices himself to save others, I am afraid that he will sacrifice himself in the pot to save sentient beings!" ”

"That's a good guess." Miao Mi nodded, continued his story, and said: "Zen Master Wuchen asked everyone to set up a pot, boiled water, and then separated his arm with a knife and dripped blood into the boiling water. ”

"The dustless Zen master is a high-ranking monk who has practiced Buddhism since childhood, so his qi and blood are accessible, and eating his flesh and blood can dispel the qi of yin and ghosts."

That's what the dustless Zen master said, and he did the same, reciting Sanskrit sounds, almost drying up his qi and blood, and then plunging into the pot of boiling water, begging for death to save sentient beings.

The light of the Buddha surrounds the boiling pot, and the words of the Buddha echo in everyone's minds for a long time...

Seeing this scene, the people of the city were very sad, and they all knelt on the ground, thanking the dustless Zen master for sacrificing his life to save his life.

In fact, just as Zen Wuchen said, after the city people ate the flesh and blood of the Buddha in the pot, their own yin and ghost qi gradually dissipated, and they completely recovered.

In order to thank the dustless Zen master for saving his life, the people in this city pulled out the root bones from the pot and built a temple with a golden body, which was called the dustless ancient temple.

In addition, the bones salvaged from the pot were cast in gold and enshrined in ancient temples...

At this point, Miao Mi glanced at Tong Xuan, who was contemplating, and sighed faintly: "How is this story?" ”