Immediately, it was unbelievable that the Buddha statue, which was originally only the size of a fist, continued to rise, and soon turned into a normal human size.

Not only that, but the light of the Buddha blooms and illuminates the dark earth. At the same time, the Buddha's light is sprinkled, giving people an incomparably warm feeling.

The Buddha statue sits upright on a high platform.

It was as if on a high platform, there was a monk who had truly attained supreme enlightenment.

His brow was lowered and he looked down at the crowd.

From his body, there is boundless mystery, wisdom, detachment, leisure, and so on.

His lips moved slightly, and the curling Buddha voice rang out,

"I smell it. ”

"Heaven is vast, destiny is boundless......"

"All living beings have six paths, each with its own order......"

"However, all living beings are suffering, suffering from old age, suffering from illness......"

"Dying, wailing and crying......"

"I have compassion for all sentient beings, but I hope that sentient beings will not be miserable......"

"It's the Buddha of Immeasurable Light!"

"Those who believe in me can understand wisdom, gain eternal life, go to bliss, and stay in the realm of wisdom ......!"

From the mouth of the Buddha statue, the Buddha's light bloomed in circles.

With the blooming of the Buddha's light, one by one the believers continued to chant.

As they recited, tears welled up on their faces.

It's not just them, it's Huijue, who is kneeling at the end, looking at the golden body in front of him that is surrounded by everyone in the middle, and there is an indescribable feeling.

He can feel that the Buddha nature in his heart is resonating with the other person.

In the dark, Huijue can understand that the golden body is not just a false demon that devours all beings, as the old man said.

His Buddha-nature is truly existent.

His compassion is not the slightest bit false.

From him, Huijue felt the same mood as himself.

The feeling of pity for the suffering of sentient beings, and the desire to purify sentient beings and save them all.

He was really crying.

He really wanted to save all living beings.

Feeling the resonance of the Buddha nature in his heart, Hui Jue couldn't help but raise his head, he looked at the golden body on the stone altar, and tears of compassion also fell in his eyes.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

Huijue muttered a Buddha name.

Accompanied by his Buddha name, his Buddha sound seemed to be in harmony with the rumbling Buddha sound around him.

From Huijue's body, an amazing Buddha light also bloomed.

The Buddha's light echoed and spread out towards the surroundings.

Where the compassionate and soft light shone down, the believers raised their heads one by one, their expressions full of piety.

There were tears in their eyes, but there were smiles on their faces.

They looked up and muttered.

"Thank you...... Thank you ......."

Their mouths were slushing.

With tears in his eyes, he said so.

At this moment, a lot of pictures seemed to rise in their minds.

From birth, to death.

From the time they were born, their parents held them in their arms and shed tears, and they came into this world with the same weeping when they were wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Start a new miserable life.

Looking at the parents, working this barren land.

But there was no gain.

And then the family, brothers and sisters, dressed in tattered clothes, guarded the broken bowls that had nothing.

I wondered if I would starve to death tomorrow.

In winter, the family curled up on the earthen kang, and the poor them, using straw for warmth, endured patiently, desperately endured the biting cold of winter.

Chilblains on the hands, painful and itchy. With a hard grasp, purple blood and pus flowed out together.

Soon, the hands and feet were all rotten.

Chilblains, rotting straight into the bones.

Parents are sick.

Poor them, surrounded their parents, watched their parents lose a little bit, and then died.

After dying, the parents stretched out their trembling hands and caressed their faces, their expressions full of grief and reluctance.

Countless images rose from their minds.

To live, to them, to live is the greatest torture.

And what is the use of dying.

After dying, the next life, starting all over again, is still struggling in a miserable world.

Happiness, joy, and love are just illusory poisons in life.

Tired.

From their souls, there is only such thoughts.

They crave liberation.

The six realms of reincarnation, who created it.

All living beings, the fate of living beings, why did they come?

These, for these souls who have long been tired, do not have the slightest meaning.

All they want is liberation.

Towards the end.

Never start again.

Thank you.

It's them thanking the one who gave them relief.

Gratitude from the depths of their souls.

Perhaps their own consciousness is not aware of it.

But they, already tired of their souls, said thank you.

As their words fell, a faint point of light emanated from one person after another.

Their souls are all in the void.

in sublimation.

Their souls, all of which have been assimilated by Buddha nature, are moving towards an inexplicable state.

"No! No!"

However, at this time, beside Hui Jue, an old voice erupted into a terrible roar.

The old beggar clutched his head, and he cried out in pain.

His body trembled.

His old, cloudy eyes were filled with blood-colored tears.

"No!

"I remember! I remember!"

"I remember her, I remember her, and our daughter!"

"And my father!

"Village! In the village, there is a well, and we live by the well to draw water!"

"Everybody's happy!"

"Everyone lives happily!"

"It's all true!"

He roared hysterically.

The whole person was disheveled, as if he was crazy.

"Nope. ”

However, from the high altar, the golden body that exuded immeasurable light, his lips moved slightly, and he actually spoke.

"The memories in your head are all fake. ”

"You are just a shell that has come to an end and died. ”

"It's only because of the distracting thoughts that I have rejected in my consciousness that have entered this exorcism shell that you wake up. ”

Originally, whether it was these distracting thoughts, or the exorcism that had reached the end, it would usher in extinction and dissipation. ”

"But, your obsession, your longing for your loved ones, let you and this body resurrect miraculously. ”

"You think you own your past. ”

"But those pasts, not yours. ”

The golden body of the Buddha of Immeasurable Light said this, his voice soft and compassionate.

But his words, as if they had a mysterious power, kept pouring into the old man's ears.

It seems that he wants to reduce him.

But the old man's body trembled, he just kept shaking his head, he clutched his head, and yelled wildly,

"No! I don't believe it!"