As a mere immortal cultivator, this old abbot of Guanyin Zen Monastery can live to be 270 years old, which is close to the upper limit of lifespan.

His karma has become one with his own vitality, and if he forcibly cleanses him of sins with the six-character mantra, he may have to wash his old life into it.

Saving his Zen heart, but killing his body, is tantamount to putting the cart before the horse, which Su Yi does not take!

"That's it, that's it. Su Yi shook his head helplessly.

It is no longer advisable to forcibly wash away the other party's karma, and if this old abbot wants to get rid of his karma, he can no longer rely on others in heaven and earth.

The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is only self-crossing!

After he stopped, the old monk no longer spasmed and no longer rolled. The ghost shadow above his head trembled, shivered, and burrowed back into his head.

Although Su Yi's efforts did not force the karma out of the body, it also caused a lot of damage to them, the old monk could control his own will for a short time after he woke up, but the karma could not be eradicated, and sooner or later it would intensify and make a comeback.

"Master!"

The group of monks rushed forward and helped the old monk up. told Su Yi about his redemption in detail.

After hearing this, the old monk sighed, he was also a disciple of the Shi family, and he left his hometown and escaped into the empty door, what is it for?

Isn't it just a picture of being quiet and comfortable, achieving positive results early, and dying in bliss? Now that I am old and old, I am entangled in karma, and my life's reputation has been wasted, which is sad and lamentable!

Two lines of turbid tears flowed from his misty old eyes, and he retreated from the small novices left and right, leaving only Su Yi in the meditation room.

It was getting late, and the red candles were flickering.

The old monk leaned down and bowed: "The old man has lived for two hundred and seventy years, and he can only see the real person today, but he is just ...... It's just too late. ”

He knew that with his current karmic condition, even if he died, he would only go to hell and not see the Buddha. As a child of the Buddha family, I have practiced all my life, but in the end I got this result, which is really the most extreme irony.

Su Yi also felt the same way, he gently soothed and helped the other party up: "Old abbot, don't mourn yourself, this is the karma of the Heavenly Dao, which is difficult for mortals to resist, not because you don't practice enough." ”

The old monk bowed again, and a trace of decisiveness suddenly appeared in his face: "The old man has cultivated the Buddha all his life, and his heart is not delusional, his body is not reckless, and his mouth is not vain." But I was bewitched by the villain, and I was poisoned by this, I am unwilling, unwilling!"

He grabbed Su Yi's hands very hard, and his stiff yellow nails even pierced the other party's skin: "Ask the begging monk to purify me, old decay and death, you must not bring a dirty thing to see my Buddha!"

He cried, crying so much, as if he had waved goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to his new wife that year!

More than two hundred years have passed since the decision to look back, and every time he returns to his original village and looks at the lonely grave, he cries so much that he faints and faints to the ground.

The tomb is lonely, no one has ever worshiped and cleaned, and a tablet carved from rotten mahogany is lonely in front of the grave.

The tomb of the Zhao Lin clan

The old monk's family name is Zhao, and his wife's surname is Lin, that year he devoted himself to Buddhism and decided to become a monk. After his wife was abandoned, he didn't blame him, he still regarded himself as Zhao Lin's family, walked alone, and never remarried for the rest of his life, until his face turned into dry bones.

Thinking of his wife's widowhood for him, and his wife's persistence, he knew that he was ashamed that a woman had done so much to achieve his Dharma path, but what did he do?

not only failed the beauty, but also humiliated the Buddhist practice, which made his life worse than death.

"Please help me, holy monk!" the old monk knelt on the ground, knocking his head down, and blood oozed from his forehead.

Looking at the persistence in the other party's eyes, Su Yi already understood his determination.

Without further words, he pressed one hand on the top of the old monk's head, and the other hand was erected into a single palm, and Su Yi sang in Sanskrit in his mouth: "Hum Ma Mi ......"

The sound was like a heavenly sound, sung in the quiet meditation room, and then overflowed through the papier-mâché window, leaking outside, leaking into the ears of one monk after another.

Those who carry water put down their buckets, those who chopping wood put down their axes, and those who sweep the floor threw away their brooms......

The monks of the Guanyin Monastery had solemn faces, stood up straight, and stared at the old abbot's meditation room, they knew that the master had made a choice.

Traces of black qi overflowed from the top of the old abbot's head again, turning into a hideous ghost's head, with an evil face and a wailing and screaming endlessly.

However, this time the old monk did not fall, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his waist was straight, although beads of sweat rolled between the wrinkles on his face, and the pain could not be expressed in words, but his expression did not mean half pain.

Calm and stable, even the corners of his mouth are raised, with a hint of a smile.

Su Yi felt a sense of grief in his heart, but he knew that the mana under his hands could not be stopped, and the scriptures in his mouth could not be broken.

The monks in the courtyard also sat down one after another, one by one with tears in their eyes, and silently recited the six-character mantra with Su Yi to send their ancestors on their last journey.

"Hum Ma Mi ......"

"Hum Ma Mi ......"

......

A series of Sanskrit sounds finally condensed into a torrent, floating in the sky above the Guanyin Zen Temple, as if the most moving music between heaven and earth, the birds do not fly, the insects do not sing, all the small animals in the mountains and forests are sticking their heads out to probe their brains, they have gathered in front of the door wall of the Zen Temple, listening to it as if they were fascinated.

At this moment, above the heads of the monks of the temple, wisps of black gas were washed out, and they were shocked by the Sanskrit sound of Hong Da Qingyue, and they all turned into nothingness.

The ghost shadow demon head above the head of the old monk in the meditation room, under this Sanskrit sound, could no longer bear it, and exploded to death one after another, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing.

The old monk smiled, he closed his eyes, and the delicate and lovely wife of many years ago seemed to appear in front of him again, beckoning to him gently.

"Hahaha! Xiao Ru, I was born for the Buddha in this life, and I will live for you in the next life!"

After a burst of laughter, the old abbot of Guanyin Zen Temple, who has been in the world for more than 270 years, smiled at Jiuquan.

Su Yi stopped chanting, and the monks also stopped chanting, everyone was silent, just sitting cross-legged for a long time, silently wishing the old people who had gone away to get their wishes......

At this moment, the vermilion lacquer gate of the temple burst open, and the squeaky sound broke the silence.

"Hmph, why did this old ghost die? ”

A black whirlwind swept a big man covered in black hair and rushed straight into the meditation room. When he saw that Su Yi was also in the room, a frightened look appeared on his face, and then he rolled up his robe sleeves, grabbed the Jinlan robe on the case and ran, without looking back!

A little novice pointed at the black whirlwind and shouted: "It's this black bear spirit who tricked the master into eating the Wu Ning Dan and causing him to be riddled with karma!"

"That's right, it's a good thing that this guy did, and the master's cultivation was ruined, so I beg the holy monk to arrest him!"

"Ask the holy monk to catch him!" The monks of the Guanyin Monastery were excited, yelling and shouting for Su Yi to make a move.

Su Yi only glanced at the black whirlwind that was about to blow away, and then said two words: "Wukong!"