April, Toei Fuso, Kyoto.

The crimson cherry blossoms bloom everywhere, like a fire, burning under the dark sky. The faces of the people in the streets and alleys were smeared with a layer of luster, their voices became louder, and their behavior seemed to be debauched and debauched. Especially at night, there are lights, noises, singing and dancing, and all kinds of strange roars, one after another, as if the darker it is, the more unyielding, the more excited.

From time to time, there is a low izakaya full of primitive desire and laughter, and on the corner of the street, a drunkard is talking to himself in a mad way. Wandering samurai, wielding scimitars, fighting to the death, and arbitrary men and women, embracing each other, regardless of the venue. They seem to be like cherry blossoms, trying to bloom themselves in various ways, and the darker they are, the more beautiful they are.

Wuxu silently watched these scenes. At the same time as they were, a trace of their spirit was speeding up into the night sky. The man who manipulated the bronze hallway was using it to draw their life force. The breath of death permeated the Fusang, causing people to suddenly become depressed and hopeless, which made them crazy, restless, and unconsciously fell into the devil, and the squandered life became the nourishment of the bronze coffin.

Wuxu shook his head, feeling as if he was in the Demon Domain, so he found a temple in the west of the city. Unexpectedly, in the main hall of the temple, there is a hideous and terrifying Buddha statue enshrined, and I can't help but be shocked. If you look closely, it turns out to be the image of the horse-faced Guanyin Bodhisattva. At this time, the monks in the temple were alarmed, holding the torch of the blade, swarming over, just to see the look of surprise on the face of Wuxu, and then saw Wuxu clasping his palms respectfully and saluting, and couldn't help laughing, and walked around.

Wuxu recited the Buddha's name, and put the breath of Buddhism on his body, "Fellow initiates, the poor monk is polite." ”

One of them, stopping the noise from side to side, walked out, looked at Wuxu for a while, folded his hands, and asked in a deep voice, "Since you are also a member of the Buddhist Gate, why don't you know about worshipping the mountain gate?

"Get out!" the monks next to him shouted.

I don't know Japanese, but I have come to Fuso a few times, and some simple words can still roughly guess the geography of the meeting. Seeing that the monks in this temple were so rude, Wu was angry in his heart, and after thinking about it again and again, he had to retreat.

Since he retreated and went in again, Wuxu also felt embarrassed and bored, so he went to a temple in the north of the city and worshiped according to the ceremony. In a moment, a novice came out of the door, looked at Wuxu, and without saying a word, slammed the door shut, and never showed up again.

Wu was angry, returned to a temple in the east of the city, and knocked on the door more than once. For a long time, there was a loud chanting in the wall, but no one came to answer. However, the louder Wuxu knocks on the door, the higher the chanting sounds.

Wu was speechless, helpless, and returned to a temple in the south of the city. This temple is not very big, and there are not many lights. Under the induction of the Void Divine Sense, there was only one old monk and two novices in it, who were still sitting silently in the narrow, damp and dim hall at the moment.

Wuxu knocks on the door, and the door opens by itself, and there is no lock. Wuxu recited the Buddha's name, and the two and the third of them seemed to be in the middle of the meditation as if they had not heard it. In this way, Wuxu was inconvenient to speak, thought about it, silently pushed the door open, and walked in quietly.

Who would have thought that after entering, the temple door behind him automatically closed heavily. In the main hall in front of him, a trace of terror instantly rose, and a three-headed and six-armed Buddha statue flew in front of Wuxu. Its Buddha statue, blue three sides and six arms, the front left and right hands hold the sword, the left hand extracts the human hair bun, the right hand holds the sheep, the second hand is behind the elephant skin, with the skull as the Yingluo.

Wuxu had practiced in Lamaism for a period of time before, and he recognized it at a glance, and the fire of anger in his heart immediately erupted, and he also sacrificed a statue of the Great Black Heaven Wrath. The same three heads and six arms, fierce and vicious, surrounded by skeletons.

The old monk in the temple sighed, and recited a series of urgent and hurried mantras in his mouth. But seeing the two little monks on his left and right, he suddenly flew up, reciting the same incantation as the old monk, and his body quickly dried down. When he flew in front of Wuxu, he had already turned into two dried corpses.

What kind of tantra is this?!

The big black sky on the opposite side stretched out two hands and pressed them on the two dried corpses. There was no sound, and Wuxu only seemed to hear two screams in the dark. Two dried corpses, their hair standing on end, their stiff skin torn apart from the middle, and then flew upside down, caught in both hands by the dark sky. At the same time, hundreds of miserable white corpse bones flew from under the corpse skin towards Wuxu.

With such an evil trick, Wu Xuan put his mind at ease. Unhurriedly, he raised his two hands behind his back to the top and threw the elephant skin out. The bones of the white ground were all swept into the elephant skin. Then, he stretched out his left hand in front of him, but instead of holding a sword in his hand, he made an ordinary orchid fingerprint, and pointed it lightly towards the front. The elephant's skin, which was wrapped in bones, suddenly plumped, and in a few breaths, turned into a white elephant, standing on one side.

The old monk, seeing that Wuxu easily broke his killing move, hurriedly flew towards the outside of the main hall. The wrath of the Great Black Heaven that it sacrificed naturally dissipated immediately.

Wuxu didn't chase after him, but still maintained the Great Black Heaven Wrath Law Statue in the place where he sacrificed, and quietly stood in the air against the rather hideous horse-headed Guanyin statue.

It didn't take long for dozens of figures to fly from afar, surrounding the outside of the hall. They were all dressed in robes and holding tin rods, and they looked very majestic.

"You Middle-earth monk, how can you be so rude and presumptuous!" The person who spoke was the presiding officer whom Wuxu first met in the temple in the west of the city.

"How can the poor monk be rude and presumptuous?" Wu Xuan replied slowly in the hall, "On the contrary, the monks in this temple just now, practicing evil arts, suddenly became difficult. This is the hospitality of Dongying Fusang Buddhism?" "As soon as he swept away his senses, he knew that several of these people outside the hall were the people in the temple he had visited before.

There was silence outside the hall for a moment, and suddenly someone said, "It's an evil art, why are you like this?"

The Great Black Heaven's Wrath Phase. In the Snowy Plateau Lamaism, it is the incarnation of the great protector of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, and is also considered to be the embodiment of the wrath of the Great Ri Nyorai. Wuxu said that the monks in this temple practiced evil arts, which was based on the tragic experience of the two little monks, but did not refer to the method itself.

This is the wrath of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, in response to the suffering and danger of the world. "Wuxu couldn't imagine that these monks from Dongying Fusang didn't even understand this.

"Nonsense!" A person outside the hall shouted, raised the Zen staff in his hand, and flew towards Wuxu to kill. The rest of the people, seeing this, also took action. These people, at best, are also cultivators above the sixth level of mortal dust, and they join forces to attack them in groups, and the momentum is not insignificant. The sound of Sanskrit was swaying, and the Buddha's light rushed to the sky, attracting many people to fly over and rush over. There are cultivators who fly in the air, and ordinary people run on the ground.

Seeing that the monks in Kyoto were so arrogant, Wu Xuan recited a six-character mantra heavily, releasing a trace of the breath of a real monk, and the Dahei Heavenly Law Appearance swelled a little, a little more real, and a little more powerful. Holding a sword in both hands, holding a terrifying object in each hand, and forming a magic seal in each hand, it bursts of brilliance.

These Dongying Fusang monks also knew it well, and they retreated one after another, dodged one after another, and flew around outside the hall again. And at this time, those ordinary people have also run outside the temple.

"Subdue demons and eliminate demons, defend my god island!" I don't know who it was, so I shouted in hiding.

The crowd was even more angry. They pushed open the doors of the temple, smashed open the windows, and rushed in.

Wuxu retracted his breath and frowned at these laymen. Some of them were full of wine and had stains on their clothes, some of them had a bitter face and were already gray between their temples, some were men with steel knives in their hands and their eyes were fierce and eager to try, and some women hid behind and looked at Wuxu viciously with flickering eyes。。。。。。。 All living beings are in front of you.

"Amitabha! The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!" a Buddha horn sounded, and someone said. The Buddha's light overflowed, and the monks outside the hall shot again.

Those ordinary people, as if they had received some order, rushed over like waves on the sea. As they rushed to the front, they shouted, "Go back to Middle-earth!"

Wu Xuan Wen couldn't help but be surprised. You must know that since the Han and Tang dynasties to this moment, Dongying Fusang has been a vassal state of Middle-earth, and has always admired Middle-earth. He suddenly had a faint understanding: Why did he visit everywhere tonight, but there was no temple to accept the gifts? Someone behind the scenes, secretly fanning the flames and stirring up disputes.

Seeing that those ordinary people first rushed in, the enlightenment of the void and the rotation of the void, the three heads and six arms were gone, only showing the compassionate appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, holding the net bottle and willow, holding the orchid fingers in the hand, sitting on the lotus platform. Sanskrit sounds rise from the void like nectar sprinkled all over the place.

Those ordinary people, as well as devout believers, immediately chanted the name of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the rest of the people also looked at each other and stopped.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and purifies all sentient beings. Donor, you have just manifested such a great and evil appearance, and when we discovered it, you covered it up with the appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, blaspheming the karma, and people and Buddhas were angry!"

As he said this, there were many muffled soul-dementoring Buddha trumpets around him, and those ordinary people became manic again. They cursed and cursed, waved their fists, and gestured at the daggers they had groped out of their long sleeves, and they looked like madness!

"Amitabha, I'm afraid you've fallen into the devil, right?!" Wuxu looked deeply at the Dongying Fusang monks who were staring at him outside the hall, and said Sen Ran, "He also incited ordinary people to besiege the poor monks. “

Those Dongying Fusang monks were silent. All of them looked resolute, and their momentum was raised to the extreme, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

Wuxu was not afraid, but he lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, looked at the crazy and ordinary people in all directions below, and recited the "Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin" with a seal. You have to first drink these bewitched mortal people back, and then deal with those Dongying Fusang monks outside the hall, Wuxu thought.

Who would have thought that once the "Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin" was recited, many of the ordinary people under their feet, from near to far, turned into dried corpses, and after a while, a burst of green smoke shattered into countless miserable white corpse bones, suspended in mid-air, like fine dust, like Yingluo.

It turned out that these people had all fallen for the evil magic of the Ghost Gate! Wuxu couldn't help but take a light breath.

The mortal people, who had not been sorcered, were terrified, fainted to the ground, or scattered.

At this time, a Dongying Fusang monk outside the hall chanted loudly, "Conquer demons and eliminate demons, protect my god island!" Before the words fell, his figure had moved and flew in.

It's a good time! Wuxu changed back from the Dharma phase of Guanyin Bodhisattva to himself, sacrificed the White Bone Silence Sword, and slashed straight at it. The man didn't even snort before he came to naught. Wuxu was stunned, he didn't expect it to be so simple, and then he sneered and looked out. But I never thought that the monks outside the hall were all scattered.

Wuxu didn't expect it, flew out, raised his sword and looked around. The monks and the laymen have retreated cleanly. Looking at it from afar, the lights of the entire Kyoto city are still flickering, but more of it is a humid night, as vast as the sea.

Wuxu was also at a loss for a while. Tonight's incident seems to be too anticlimactic, right?! Or is there another conspiracy on the other side?

In a high-walled compound, an old monk with white hair said with a smile to Dorjee wearing a purple and red monk's robe, "It's a pity that the forces behind the scenes were not brought out after all." ”

Dorjee looked at Wuxu from afar, and only after a while did he retract his gaze and said in a low voice, "Haiku Temple, until now, the forces behind the Divine Palace have not been detected?"

The old monk smiled indifferently and stopped talking. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Shi Hai, who was on the left side of Dorjee, saw this, and immediately clasped his palms, "The one who can refine that bronze coffin in such a short time is none other than the Ghost Dao True Spirit Overhaul." But the cultivators in the world, the ghost path true spirit cultivator, is only the black dragon envoy Wen Tianxiang alone, unless he comes from outside the world. He paused, looked at Dorjee with an unfathomable face, and the dazed and helpless little woman from Dongying Fusang on his right, and said, "Such a secret thing, the poor monk thinks that it is necessary to start from Rakshasa Peak. ”

Next to the old monk with white hair, there were also several monks sitting around. One of them, seeing Dorjee's expression like this, Shi Hai said so, thought about it, then got up and said respectfully, "Since I arrived in Dongying Fusang, I have faintly noticed that there is a ghost path monk behind the Divine Palace. It's just that its whereabouts are secretive, and it has been secretly directing the shrine. ”

"Xiao Meizi is really a disciple of this sect, there is no doubt about it. Duo Ji suddenly said in a condensed voice, showing a trace of impatience on her face, "She was ordered to lurk in the Divine Palace, and she endured for a long time, and she was infected with bad karma, although she won a little trust from the palace master, but she really couldn't touch the ghost Dao True Spirit Cultivation at all. ”

Xiao Meizi, with her head down, sat down with Dorjee cowering. She was terrified.

Since he was not taken by Dorjee's side, every late at night, Xiaomeizi would see Dorjee appear in her dreams, and lead herself to the place where countless gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are, and the encounter was extremely terrifying. Every time I woke up, I felt that my mana had disappeared a lot, and I was a lot weaker. After a few nights, when I arrived in Kyoto, I was already completely lost, and I was as weak as I entered Cuiweiju at the beginning of that year. However, he was recognized by the smelly monks of the Haiku Temple opposite, and he was forced to talk to each other many times. Fortunately, Dorjee is blessed.

After experiencing a lot of life and death and despair, Xiaomiko has long understood it deeply. There is no love in this world for no reason. Why did Dorjee, who had always been by his side and taken care of him firmly, be so protective of himself and never pretend to say anything? Xiaomiko couldn't guess and couldn't figure it out. She only knew that if she didn't have the support of the purple and red monk beside her, the senior monks of Haiku Temple opposite would make her life worse than death at any time, and she would never recover.

At this moment, the words between them seemed to implicitly involve themselves.

"A good man, if there are immeasurable billions of sentient beings, suffering from all kinds of afflictions, hearing that he is Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, he is wholeheartedly famous. Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, immediately observing its sound, is liberated. ”

Xiaomeizi whispered "Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin". She vaguely felt that the big lama next to her seemed to be determined to protect herself because of Wuxu, but she didn't understand why when Wuxu was besieged, the big lama didn't help, but instead watched silently with the monks of Haiku Temple opposite, as if he was using Wuxu as bait. She couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't give Wuxu a warning at the moment, so she had to recite it according to Wuxu's prescription and recite this "Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin" in a low voice in order to protect herself.

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“”

In the middle of the night, there was another person who was whispering this scripture. His whole body was in darkness, and even his eyes were dull, completely restrained.

He whispered, and the night shook around him. After a while, it was even more inexplicably emitting a strange fragrance. The night flows with the aroma, and it is difficult to distinguish from each other.

Suddenly, a person sneaked up from a distance and said in a low voice, "Honorable envoy, that person has a very high cultivation level and is familiar with secret methods. The subordinates were incompetent and had to retreat. "The ugly appearance and hoarse voice are the old monk who sacrificed the wrath of the Great Black Heaven in the main hall before.

It's just that at this moment, like those crazy ordinary people before, he has become incomparably small, incomparably fanatical, prostrate on the ground, and throw himself to the ground.

In the night, the man was still reciting "Guanyin Bodhisattva Pumen Pin" in a low voice.

The fragrance is stronger, and the night shows a faint white. This incense, this whiteness, and this night color are combined to reveal vague lotus flowers. But then, these lotus. Transform into a white bone skull. If so, the cycle continues. And under this cycle, the old monk gradually blurred.

When the old monk completely disappeared and disappeared, the low chanting stopped.

The man in the dark, walked out.

He was darker than the night, darker than the night.

Lotus, skull, constantly changing, no life and death. His countenance, hidden from time to time, wonderful and solemn, no joy or sorrow.

If Wuxu could see it, he would have exclaimed. Because, he is the disciple who betrayed the Baicao Sect, the rising star of Rakshasa Peak, Lu Yeqing! Lu Yeqing, who was once mistaken by Wuxu, Ba Sipa and others as the reincarnation of Guru Padmasambhava!

That's right

It seems that in the night, it will become more beautiful.

I am angry, I am merciful, and my heart is moved.

Whoever is gazing in the distance, who is chanting in a low voice.

In the dark, the white lotus, the skull, one color.