In the Rakshasa Temple, in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures sounded continuously,

Like the evening drum and morning bell, the sound of Buddha is mighty, adding a lot of tranquility here.

The change in the sky, Song Ren saw it, but he didn't take any action,

Sitting quietly in front of the statue of the Buddha, his face was solemn, and he raised his hand and kept knocking on the wooden fish, ignoring the place where the fire behind him sealed the Yuan Niangzi.

"At that time, the world-honored one, from the flesh bun, a hundred treasures of light poured out, and the light poured out."

"Chiba Baolian, there is a transformation of Rulai, sitting in Baohuazhong, putting ten ways on top, a hundred treasures are bright, one by one."

"All are manifested, the ten Ganges sands, the vajra secret traces, the Qingshan holding the pestle, all over the void realm, the public looks up, fears love and embraces, asks the Buddha for blessing, listens to the Buddha wholeheartedly, does not see the top phase, shines as if it comes, and declares the mantra of God"

This is the tenth time that Song Ren has recited the Great Lengyan Sutra, and every time he recites it, his expression becomes more gloomy, and the sadness in his eyes is more obvious.

No one knows why he showed sorrow, and no one knows why Song Ren burst into tears when he recited the scriptures.

Looking up at the seated statue of Rulai, Song Ren wiped his eyes lightly, and looked at Rulai's eyes full of compassion motionlessly, and his body trembled slightly.

"If you are a true Buddha and have great compassion, why would he die?"

"Why am I alive, why is he gone?"

It is already a great disrespect for a Buddhist disciple to dare to talk like this to the true Buddha, no matter which monk he dares to say so.

However, this Song Ren dared, not only dared, but his eyes were also full of questioning.

He stood up suddenly, picked up the wooden fish, and smashed it on the head of the statue of Rulai, and shouted like crazy: "Rulai, I'm asking you, why don't you answer me." ”

The tiger's eyes were a little scarlet, and he suddenly whimpered, and sat down heavily towards the futon.

Song Ren's face was full of tears, but there were bursts of crazy laughter in his mouth, he hugged his head tightly with both hands, and roared,

"If you say that you are a great compassion and a true Buddha, why don't you get rid of these demons?"

"If it weren't for these demons, he wouldn't have died, you know, he wouldn't have died."

When the words fell, a strange scene suddenly flashed in my mind,

Once upon a time, when the bright moon was in the sky, there were only two people sitting quietly in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The light under the lamp, swaying endlessly,

The young monk asked, "Why didn't the Buddha help us, why didn't the Bodhisattvas help us, why didn't the gods and Buddhas help us?" ”

The old monk shook his head with a light smile, and said in a low voice: "The gods and Buddhas of the heavens will not save you, will not save me, will not save the common people, only one can save us." ”

Hearing this, the young monk hurriedly asked, "In that case, what is the use of our daily chanting, and what is the use of speaking about Amitabha Buddha every day." ”

The old monk shook his head again: "The Buddha said, don't say it, one day, you can understand." ”

Seeing that the old monk didn't answer himself, the young monk lowered his head and walked out of the Daxiong Hall in despair.

The old monk tapped the wooden fish, looked up at the Buddha statue, and said with a light smile: "Buddha, he has helped us and spread the Dharma, isn't it a kind of crossing the common people." ”

"The common people have to be crossed, there are no regrets in this life, if you die, this is your life"

The image that flashed in his mind was fleeting, but this short image was no less than a slap in the face for Song Ren.

It seems that he understands what it means to be truly merciful,

The Buddha does not save the world, but preaches the Dharma, hoping that the world will save itself.

But people in the world are ignorant, they don't practice Buddhism, they don't know how to save themselves, they only hope that the gods will help them day and night.

"The disciple is disrespectful, the disciple is disrespectful."

Song Ren stood up, and with a muffled sound, he knelt in front of the statue of Rulai,

looked at Rulai's eternal eyes, looked at Rulai's eyes and the eternal compassion in Rulai's eyes,

The heart was as if it had been hit a few times by a heavy hammer, and a sense of shame arose.

Song Ren knocked his head three times, and there was a sound on the ground, and the floor tiles were smashed out of cracks.

After the salute, he got up, his forehead was bruised, and he was drenched in blood.

"Stinky Monk ,,,。"

A terrible scream suddenly sounded in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it was the suppressed Yuan Niangzi,

King Kong's eight prisons are exhausted, and with the great ability of infernal power, suppressing the original Yuan Niangzi will still be able to do it for a while.

But Yuan Niangzi received the source qi of Yuan Envy, and her strength doubled, and the time of suppression was shortened a lot.

can hear Yuan Niangzi's voice, which means that the seal that suppressed her is about to be broken.

"Boom ,,。"

With a deafening loud noise, the raging fire was suddenly extinguished, and all the iron ropes were broken free into ashes, and the figure of Yuan Niangzi was slowly revealed.

is still the same as before, a red robe is like blood, I can't see that she is half injured, it seems that she has not been injured at all,

Yuan Niangzi looked at Song Ren with a sneer, a trace of evil flashed in her eyes, and she thought about it in her heart,

The strength of this stinky monk is extraordinary, if it is an ordinary fight, it will eventually be the result of my death and his serious injury.

But if I fight with my life, I should be able to take him to Huangquan while he is not prepared

Thinking of this, Yuan Niangzi rushed towards Song Ren without hesitation, the red robe turned into a red mang, and the speed was extremely fast.

Returning to the great cause, it is enough to have other brothers, the third brother is lonely in Huangquan, I have to accompany him,

"Nam no Amitabha"

Seeing this scene, Song Ren had no intention of dodging, but stood in place with his hands folded and recited a Buddha name,

He saw the pink soft light gradually flashing in Yuan Niangzi's eyes, this is the ** qi, and it is constantly gathering,

Song Ren knew very well that Yuan Niangzi was going to work hard

"Brothers, Uncle Qi, Uncle Bing, you can't lose, I did my best" Song Ren smiled and slowly closed his eyes,

Since she wants to fight hard, then I will fight with her, do my best to control her, and then wait for the rest of the people to control the situation and destroy the demon together.

In this battle, there is no right or wrong, and there is no so-called great benevolence and righteousness to save the people.

The only purpose is to protect the lover, family, and brother from harm.

Fight, just for yourself

At this moment, in the hall of the Great Hero, a pale yellow soft light suddenly lit up, and the unique breath of Buddhism surged out from these soft lights.

Take a closer look, in the soft light, there are all the gods and Buddhas in the sky,

The Great Sun, the Eight Great Bodhisattvas, and the Five Hundred Arhats,

These are not their real bodies, nor are they doppelgangers of gods and Buddhas, but a phantom, an ordinary phantom, like a statue,

But in their bodies, the Buddha's qi has been incredibly pure,

The gods and Buddhas all stood in a row behind Yuan Niangzi, only Rulai was sitting in the center of the gods and Buddhas without standing, his eyes were staring at Song Ren, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and there seemed to be a look of relief in his eyes,

Song Ren stood solemnly, folded his hands, and bowed deeply to Rulai,

At the same time, it was as if time had paused, and Yuan Niangzi's body was frozen in place and couldn't move.

A Buddha sound, as if coming from the nine heavens, echoed endlessly,

"Arhat Worship Buddha"