After saying this, he immediately crossed his hands on the ground, his left hand was placed horizontally with the lower abdomen dantian, and his right hand was set up on his chest, but he only saw a little golden light, which jumped out from between the eyebrows of Master Huihong, and penetrated into the stage like a long rainbow.

This golden light was missing at first, and then suddenly appeared in the world above the stage. On that side of the battlefield, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly in the gray sky, a little golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then I saw that the golden light skyrocketed, shining brightly, forming the appearance of a golden Buddha in mid-air.

This golden Buddha is the same as the deity of Master Huihong, holding the same mudra, he hangs high in the air, his lips open and close, the golden light of the Tao, like the sun at noon without money, shining all over the sky, suddenly visible, the living beings in the battlefield below, actually looking up at the sky at this moment.

The golden light spreads, like the catkins before the arrival of spring, sprinkled all over the sky. The two sides on the battlefield stopped strangely at this moment. Whether it was a soldier or a soldier, everyone showed a confused look. This is the compassionate heart of the great virtue of Buddhism, the golden light is like willow catkins flying, like snowflakes fluttering, fluttering.

However, in just a few breaths, the bloody aura everywhere immediately brought them back to their senses, after all, there were several corpses lying next to each of them, and the kind of grief and indignation was inexplicable, and the resentful and murderous aura that would rather die rose to the sky again. The fighting was non-stop, even more tragic.

Master Huihong's chanting couldn't help but become fast, and the Taoist scriptures flew out of his mouth, and immediately turned into mantras of the origin. But I saw that the necromantic aura like a dark cloud on the battlefield gradually dissipated, but it was only a moment. It was immediately replenished by the breath that was constantly dying below.

At this moment, outside the stage. Master Huihong, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly heard a "whooshing" sound on his body. Immediately, two gray black shadows floated up. Wei Fei stretched out his hand to meet each other, looking at the two gray plackets in his hand, his face couldn't help but change. At this moment, Master Huihong's mind is in the stage war that seems real and unreal. The two gray plackets were actually the corners of the monk's robe on Master Huihong's body.

After thinking about it for a while, Wei Fei suddenly understood that Master Huihong's Dharma was unhindered and his cultivation was unhindered, but he had forgotten one thing. Notice. In the world above the stage, although the yin qi is soaring, and with Master Huihong's cultivation, he can also transcend his life, but he forgot that the origin of this yin qi is the battlefield below.

First of all, there are tens of millions of people fighting on the battlefield, every moment, every second. There are people who keep dying, and the death of each one adds a bit of that yin spirit aura. But even so, in that stage, "years passed in the blink of an eye." Inch pillar incense for thousands of generations", Master Huihong must have a corresponding subtle realm to dissolve.

But most crucially, it's a battlefield. It is the battlefield that has a murderous aura, and millions of people are condensed together with a murderous aura. It became evil again. This evil qi is the result of the full burst of the spirit of millions of people, the power and the power of sharp killing. unimaginable. Therefore, Master Huihong at this time is facing huge double pressure.

On the one hand, Master Huihong wants to exert all the strength of those growing Yin Spirit Qi, which requires full dedication and unreserved self-cultivation to be completed. But on the other hand, he still had to be distracted to resist the murderous aura of the battlefield, barely half a pillar of incense, Master Huihong's deity finally turned pale, and slowly opened his eyes, Wei Daoyou, the poor monk probably can't hold on, don't you still make a move? ”

Wei Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head, and the next moment he was like Master Huihong, kneeling together and sitting down. Then I heard a gong suddenly sound on the stage. This gong sound was extremely abrupt, and suddenly the rhythm of the erhu, pipa and silk bamboo sounds on the stage became chaotic.

This rhythm was chaotic, and several actors on the stage, representing Mulan and the hostile side, were also chaotic. The so-called "six or seven people and a million male soldiers", the six or seven people representing a million male soldiers on the stage, you look at me, I look at you, they don't know what happened, and they don't know how to continue singing.

Just as he was hesitating, suddenly the gongs and drums sounded again, and everyone on the stage posed, and suddenly everyone was stunned on the spot. The gongs and drums sounded, and the silk and bamboo rose, but the huqin did not follow the melody of the singing at all, and it was delicate and leisurely, as if someone had let out a gloomy sigh from the depths of his heart, which made people want to leave tears.

Just listening to the initial sound of the huqin, it seems that someone can't suppress the low cry, and occasionally a few beats of turns, which are also corresponding, even more poignant. After a while, the sound of the pipa sounded, and between the dingdongs, it was like rain hitting the plantains, and it became more and more that the crying sound made people can't help but share the sorrow and suffering.

At this moment, in the fantasy world outside the stage, the image of the Golden Buddha that Master Huihong had gradually dissipated suddenly became clear again. But the scriptures in his mouth also changed. He chanted in a low voice, as if muttering to himself, and no one knew what kind of scripture he was reciting.

However, his voice was ethereal and deep, and the compassion in it was overwhelming and undisguised. A sound, a word, is so natural that it sounds as if in a quiet mountain village surrounded by smoke and a valley, a loving mother calls for her naughty son, the call for dinner.

Wei Fei finally couldn't help but let out a secret breath, knowing that Master Huihong understood what he meant. In the artistic conception world of that stage, Master Huihong could not transform the yin spirit while resisting the evil qi on the battlefield. However, even if Wei Fei made a move, his own true cultivation could only show the spiritual level from the realm, and the actual skill could not directly help Master Huihong.

But fortunately, Master Huihong's mana and wisdom are comparable. When he felt Wei Fei's insight, he immediately showed his profound Dharma. "Kill a hundred battles and die, just for a lifetime", open and close your mouth to "sacrifice your life for the country", but in fact, who is willing to give up their elderly parents, lovely wives and children?

Therefore, in the chanting of Master Huihong, the two sides fighting on the battlefield slowly stopped the sword soldiers again.

Hometown and homeland, after all, are everyone's foundation, they travel thousands of miles, throwing blood, whether it is for the sake of meritorious service, or for the righteousness in their hearts, but they are always for the initial point of perseverance.

I'm going home alive!

Wei Fei suddenly sighed, his mind was connected with Master Huihong at this moment, and the changes in the evil qi and yin spirit qi on the battlefield naturally couldn't escape his induction. But what can he do but sigh? Millions of male soldiers were temporarily stalemate. (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's update is sent, I feel that the writing is okay, what do you think?