At this time, from the skeleton in an uproar like a waterfall catharsis from it, there was an endless flow of black liquid, after several previous attempts, the evil spirits were already quite afraid of these liquids, but after all, they couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, leaned down and drank a few sips, couldn't help but straighten up, and roared one after another: "No, no, why, why is it so bitter, why is there so much suffering, this, how can I bear it?"

Listening to these words, the skeleton that was originally gnawed into a pile of white bones gradually had skin and flesh generated, showing the full and strong body of Fuxian Bodhisattva, only to see his skin as smooth as jade as a reborn baby, shining, Fuxian's face was kind, his palms were folded, and he sighed quietly: "Idiot, gods, Buddhas and monsters, but only in a thought, the so-called heart, then all kinds of demons, then all kinds of demons, then all kinds of demons, you have tasted the five flavors of the world, sweet, sour, spicy, salty and bitter, you should have a feeling, at this moment and then take refuge, when to wait?"

Between the words, Fuxian waved his hand, the void was layered, and there were illusions, and the evil spirits who were originally frightened and uncertain looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but show compassion, leaned down and knelt on the ground, and said with tears streaming down their faces: "No, all this is not true, is it because we are here to kill people, but to harm so many living beings, our sinful karma is really too heavy." ”

Fuxian nodded, and said in a bleak voice: "Yes, all this is true, you think that you only killed the person who entered the tower, but you don't know that you have a hair and move the whole body, because you killed a person and the wife is separated, and the family is ruined, there are also many people, how many people because you killed the pillars of the family, and there are countless people who die of hunger and cold, and displacement." ”

"Why is there so little joy and so much suffering in the five flavors of life, and many sufferings in the world can be avoided, just because too many people can't cope with the pain and troubles in their hearts, and do many stupid things that hurt others and themselves, not only harming themselves, but also bringing many troubles to others. Therefore, being lenient with others, strict with oneself, and forbearance can be refined into finger wrapping, which is the right way to practice. ”

As soon as the words came out, all the evil spirits fell to the ground, and their cries shook the heavens: "The Bodhisattva has taught that the disciple is wrong, it is really a big mistake, and he is thinking about taking refuge at this moment, but it's too late, right?"

Fuxian was full of compassion when he heard this, and waved his hand slightly: "It's not too late, it's not too late, the Buddha said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, as long as you sincerely repent and take refuge sincerely, it's not too late." ”

The evil spirits folded their palms together and bowed their heads to take refuge, and at this moment, the dimly lit relic of resentment behind them suddenly shattered from it, and a lot of black gas was scattered from it, but the shattered relic of resentment did not disappear completely, but slowly shrunk into a small bead the size of a pigeon's egg, still burning with light, lying quietly in the center of the shrine.

Seeing this, the old monk couldn't help but be puzzled, and said in horror: "Why, all the monks have taken refuge, how come this relic of resentment has not disappeared, but has only become smaller, and there is a great mystery in it." ”

Hearing this, the Bodhisattva sighed abruptly, and said in a quiet tone: "If it is not for your refuge, this relic will disappear, although this pearl is condensed by your resentment, but in two hundred years it has also absorbed the resentment of many innocent pedestrians killed by you under the tower, and this resentment will not disappear, and the relics of this resentment cannot be completely eliminated." ”

These words were like a palm out of thin air, hitting the old monk's chest heavily, shocking his face like earth, and muttering to himself: "Such grudges are difficult to eliminate, if so, could it be that we are still trapped in this pagoda, murderous and life-hungry, and it is difficult to live a life?"

Fuxian couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and said compassionately: "I knew this was the case, why bother at the beginning, only this small resentment relic, as long as I no longer absorb resentment, it is expected that there will be no great evil, and the jade Ruyi in my hand will suppress it, but it can be safe." ”

"For today's plan, it is better to first place you refuge souls, I smell that there seems to be a vacancy in the position of a city god here, the Buddha is grateful to die unjustly, and has suffered two hundred years of sorrow, and has reached the heavenly court, and you are the abbot to be the city god of this side, and many monks under his command will be your messenger of the Yin soldiers. The first priority after taking office is to resolve the resentment in the hearts of many pedestrians who died in vain in this tower, not to redeem the sins created by you and others in the past, but also to restore the peace of this land. ”

As soon as the words came out, the old monk couldn't help but be honestly afraid, and hurriedly leaned over the ground, waving his hand again and again: "I can't do it, I can't do it, the disciple is committing murder, and he is here to ruin the lives and souls, and he has countless grievances. ”

Fuxian smiled slightly when he heard this, and said noncommittally: "It is precisely because of your guilt that you have to wear your sins and make meritorious contributions in this barren land, and to atone for your sins. You can rest assured that this Bodhisattva will also present the Buddha with the Buddha, and here he will suppress this relic of resentment and help you to achieve success. ”

Seeing that he had said this, the old monk had to prostrate on the ground, kowtowing again and again: "Since this is the case, the disciple has to be ashamed, and he will definitely live up to the expectations of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, sleep at night, be diligent and prudent, and restore the glory of this land as soon as possible." ”

Hearing this, the Bodhisattva stretched his brows, smiled knowingly, immediately returned the salute, and placed the jade Ruyi in his hand on the shrine to suppress the small resentment relic.

He turned his head and smiled slightly at the Sanzang master and apprentice behind him: "Sanzang, I am finally fortunate to see your demeanor today, the legendary man of destiny is really extraordinary, relying on a weak body, he actually dared to venture to this dangerous and strange pagoda, and also spoke out to stop the evil spirits who wanted to commit murder, which is enough to impress my generation and move me very much." ”

Sanzang also bowed to the salute when he heard this, and respectfully replied: "How can the disciple's subtle light be compared with the Bodhisattva, if it weren't for the Bodhisattva's appearance here today, sacrificing his body to transform these many resentful evil spirits, only relying on the subtle deeds of a few of my disciples, I'm afraid it really can't be good." ”

Listening to Sanzang's modesty, Fuxian was very useful, turned pale, nodded and sighed: "Even so, I only hate to come two hundred years late, causing this group of evil spirits to do evil, and the people are miserable, but it is not my Fuxian's sin?"

Seeing him blame himself so much, Bajie bowed down and bowed, clasped his palms and said: "The matter has come to this, the Bodhisattva does not need to blame himself, my master has been on the tower for a long time, and I should also return to the city gate, so as not to worry about the rest of the people and hope." ”

Fuxian came to his senses and nodded: "Yes, the matter here is over, you should also reorganize and go on the road, don't miss the time to learn the scriptures." ”

Sanzang agreed, and couldn't help but say with a difficult face: "Bodhisattva, the disciple also wants to go back, but the first layer of the pagoda is full of corpses, the skeletons are numerous, the stench is unpleasant, the road is not passable, it is not easy for the disciple to go up to the tower, at this moment it is easy to go to the top of the tower, and the strength is exhausted, I really don't want to go downstairs again, and suffer such a living sin." ”

Fuxian smiled slightly when he heard this, and said noncommittally: "This kid is really coquettish, knowing that the deity is here, he is lazy and doesn't want to climb the stairs anymore, but how rare is this Bodhisattva, only put down a lotus platform on the top of this tower, and put you down to the ground steadily." ”

Seeing that his trick was exposed, Sanzang didn't feel full of shyness, stuck out his tongue and smiled, and asked cautiously: "Thank you Bodhisattva for your support, but this is the height of the seven-story pagoda, can your lotus platform be stable, if you are not careful, the disciple will not be crushed?"

Fuxian smiled when he heard this, and said confidently: "That must be stable, besides, don't you still have two disciples by your side to support you, the security guards are safe, if you are not at ease, you have to climb down the stairs." ”

Seeing Sanzang shrugging his shoulders and being speechless, Fuxian, with a smile of victory, stretched out his hand out of thin air, and a radiant lotus platform appeared from the palm of his hand, and he was about to throw it out of the railing.

At this moment, a dense black mist suddenly came from outside the railing, rushed to the edge of the shrine with the whirring sound of wind and lightning, and quickly wrapped up the small relics of resentment placed in it, and brought a faint wind and thunder, and rushed towards the outside of the tower.

This series of actions was completed in one go, and it should be completed in a time like lightning, even if the Bodhisattva Fuxian saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, until the black mist wrapped the relics of resentment before he came back to his senses, roared and clapped his palm, with an overwhelming impact on the black mist, but even if it was such a slap on it, the black mist was suddenly unconscious, and continued to fly quickly into the distance.

Fuxian couldn't help but be furious, roared and jumped out of the railing, and chased forward with his feet on the auspicious clouds, and in an instant, there were more than a dozen roars outside the stupa that were enough to collapse the sky, and the powerful impact shook the entire stupa, as if it would collapse this seven-story stupa.

Feeling this surging impact, the old monk couldn't help but look like earth, and said in horror: "I didn't expect the Bodhisattva's palm power to be so amazing, fortunately I didn't palm him at that time, otherwise I would have to be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth." ”

This kind of palm power couldn't help but go farther and farther, and after about half an hour, Fuxian broke into the railing angrily, clenched his fists and just shook his head and sighed.

Sanzang couldn't help but be very curious, and said in shock: "Bodhisattva, look at your face, why don't you seem to have beaten the person in the black mist, it's too exaggerated, right?"