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At the moment when those Dongying Fusang monks receded like a night tide, and realized the moment of surprise, a blood-red cold moon suddenly rose in the dark night sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis blood-red cold moon instantly drooped thousands of crimson rays.

The old monster of the Moon Occultation Sect was shocked, and almost teleported into the Dharma Realm Dojo.

Those crimson rays of light hung down from the sky, and the further down they went, the more uneven they became, the more they were intertwined in twos and threes, looking very gorgeous and weird.

The Buddha's trumpets sounded everywhere, but to no avail. The monks who wanted to besiege Wuxu were contaminated by the crimson light, and under the circulation, they turned into Taoist black gas, rising in the night sky along the gray track, like a group of demons dancing wildly, and evil ghosts staggering.

Wuxu was in the Dharma Realm Dojo, only to see those Dongying Fusang monks all killed under the blood moon. But the night sky was darker and darker, and the blood moon hung alone in the sky for a few moments before fading away.

There seems to be no result in this fight. The two old monsters of the Occultation Moon Sect sacrificed the blood moon and almost slaughtered the monks in this Kyoto city, but they only added a little darkness and a bit of haze to this long and boundless night sky, and added a little bit of reliance to the ghost road overhaul that secretly controlled the bronze coffin.

Wu Xuan thought so, and quietly walked out of the Dharma Realm Dojo to the temple hall below. But see, the temple is full of ghosts, the dark Buddha statues in the hall, all over the light red cracks, none of them are intact, and the shape is like a ghost. There are even more strong resentments everywhere, filling inside and outside the Buddha hall, turning into a terrible low howl.

Although Wuxu is not afraid, he also does not like it. Although the three monks of this temple, and even the monks of the temple in Kyoto, came to besiege him, thinking that he was an outsider from Middle-earth, an invader, he must have been deceived by evil magic and bewitched. Now, it is very pitiful to end up in ashes and help the abuse.

Where is the ghost path overhaul!? He actually played with the disciples of the Buddhist sect in the palm of his hand!

Enlighten the void and release the Buddha's light, and recite the "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra" more than once. Who knows, after reciting it several times, the surroundings are still the same!

Wuxu was shocked and angry, "Since you are so powerful in this ghost path cultivation, I will not chant the sutra and hold the mantra, but use my Silence Dharma Realm to extinguish the ghost qi around me!" Immediately, he took out the white bone bead of Silence and recited the "Great Nirvana Sutra". Extinguishing the Dharma Realm, realizing the void and thinking hard, it is estimated that only by reciting the "Great Nirvana Sutra" can it not be counterattacked.

"Amitabha!" a Buddha horn sounded from a corner of the darkness. A monk walked out, with a delicate face and a look of Qi.

"Amitabha!" Wuxu returned the salute while looking at this person, secretly surprised in his heart. Such pure Buddha breath is really rare, but why has it not been seen in this temple before?

"Amitabha!" the monk chanted again.

"Amitabha!" Wuxu had to return the salute.

Amitabha!

In the sound of the monk's Buddha horn, the ghost in the temple was like a mouse seeing a cat and quickly escaped. In a moment, there was no trace. Everything here seems to be completely resurrected. Flowers are flowers, and the fragrance is dark. Flowers are not flowers, and petals are like spring breezes around them, such as spring. The old vine and old tree seem to have been resurrected. Spit out young leaves and swaying branches.

He came from this.

Wuxu, staring, for no reason to have a deep jealousy, "Little monk Wuxu, dare to ask Your Excellency's Dharma name?"

"Life and death are only a moment. There is life and there is death, and death comes back to life. He walked towards Wuxu, his lips were not opened, but his voice sounded in the boundless night, "The little monk has no life." “

Wu Xuan suddenly woke up and smiled at this person, "Since there is no life, why do you stay in this world and cannot be liberated? Could it be that the bronze coffin can be brought back to life?"

This lifeless monk, his face was even more complex, facing Wuxu, he clasped his palms together and said, "A few days ago, an evil thing secretly descended on Dongying Fusang and poisoned the world. The dead air is empty, and both monks and laymen are all affected by it, struggling to death, and going crazy endlessly. “

"Then, Master Wusheng。。。。。。 "I haven't finished asking yet. A statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of the South No Great Wish, appearing on the top of his head, holding a seven-colored orb in his left hand and a nine-foot tin staff in his right hand, with a hint of Qi on his face. This flashed by, and then the Wusheng said, "It's just because the method practiced by the little monk is to visualize the Buddha-figure of the King of the Earth. ”

Hell is not empty vows not to become a Buddha, it is rumored that the king of Zhongnan has no great wish to hide the Bodhisattva, and there is great merit and divine power in the netherworld. It seems that this lifeless is also a cultivation in the realm of real people, and it is the method of the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, so he is naturally not afraid of that heavy and dead air.

Wuxu said secretly, and saluted to Wusheng with his palms, "Dare to ask Master Wusheng, do you know where the evil thing is hiding?"

Wusheng shook his head, "There is a ghost path great monk who is secretly refining and hiding in the formation, and the little monk has risked his life to investigate several times, but he has returned in vain. ”

Wuxu nodded and said in a deep voice, "Recently, there will be many real people and even true spirit great cultivators who will come to Dongying Fusang to compete for this thing. I hope that this catastrophe can be eliminated as soon as possible. With that, he saluted again and turned away. This person came strangely, and he was afraid of it.

The lifeless, seeing the enlightenment and the void, went straight away, and did not retain or hinder it, but just recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then disappeared into the night.

The blood moon just now, which caused most of the monks in the temples inside and outside Kyoto to die, has already shook all parties. Many people took to the streets, looking at the night sky in horror. Some of them were shaking, pulling their families, leaning against the corner of the wall, as if they were homeless, and some were prostrate on the ground in groups of three or five, pounding their heads like garlic. But soon, there were several demon cultivators who appeared in the air, and everyone did not need to panic, and dispersed. On the ground, there are sergeants with spears, and they are driven away.

The city of Kyoto gradually quieted down. After a while, it gradually became noisy again. The singing and dancing resumed, and the pungent smell of wine began to flow from many rooms again, wandering unscrupulously in the night sky.

"Beautiful cherry blossoms in full bloom in the night sky. O good man, wandering in the drunken land. The red moon flashed like a meteor. That's the blessing of the gods. Take me with you! Death is like this wine。。。。。。 "A richly dressed man, leaning against a small window, holding a wine glass, stretched out, and sang wildly.

Bang Bang Bang 。。。。。。 The people in the room high-fived each other. Soon, there were countless high-fives and the man's wild song in this area.

This so-called collective unconscious is actually a kind of collective subconscious, a fixed psychological pattern that precipitates in the hearts of the world. Fear of death, looking for mutual dependence on your kind。。。。。。。 This collective unconscious, or collective subconscious, breaks free from the usual shackles and bursts out, revealing a charm that is independent of the senses and transcends ordinary emotions. It is a more direct, primitive, and essential response, or existence.

As far as Buddhism is concerned, such an existence, although not comparable to the eighth Tibetan consciousness, is sufficient to deify a deity in the outer realm. Yes, Wuxu, who happened to pass by, couldn't help frowning slightly, and followed the prestige.

But I saw that there was no life, and I walked to the izakaya first. A moment later, he stood beside the man who was singing wildly. But he didn't say a word, just stood there quietly, listening to the wild song, looking at the night sky.

Wuxu hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for his mother。。。。。 The lifeless voice paused, and it was the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra" that was recited.

Wuxu walked through the narrow hall, through the encirclement of drunken singers, and climbed the stairs. This step is only a dozen steps. But the Wusheng chanting is extremely fast, and he has already used his supernatural powers, and when Wuxu walks the wooden ladder and comes to the top floor, the Wusheng can already finish reciting.

"All the congregations returned to their salutes, and withdrew with their palms folded. “

Wuxu climbed to the top floor and recited with his palms together according to the rites, "Bodhisattva Mahasattva, King of the South No Land." After the three salutes, Wuxu raised his head and looked around, but when he saw everyone, along with the man who was singing, they were all prostrate on the ground, weeping and weeping, unable to help themselves.

Wusheng stood there, his hands raised in vain, "all laws are equal, and no one is superior", like a preacher. Only then did these people stand up tremblingly and surround the lifeless, looking extremely deferential.

Wusheng turned around and smiled at Wuxu who had just come up. Those people also set their eyes on Wuxu, and in the faint candlelight like sculptures, there was a hint of coldness.

"Amitabha!" Wusheng saluted to Wuxu.

Under this lifeless chanting, those people suddenly retreated like a tide, and went back to their seats, or drinking, or singing, or gobbling up, or hugging the singers around them and laughing. They were all full of joy, their eyebrows fluttering, but their bodies were even more dead, their skin was white, and their beards were black.

After the Wusheng bowed to Wuxu, he sat down on his own and recited the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra" again.

In the course of their recitation, those people, at a speed visible to the naked eye, aged rapidly, their movements became slower and slower, their hair gradually fell off, their skin gradually dried up, and there were wisps of black air on the top of their heads, heading straight for the night sky outside.

"Amitabha!" said to Wusheng when he suddenly stopped chanting and said to Wuxu, "Monks, be compassionate. Could the master have watched these innocent people who were dyed with death, three souls and six spirits fall into the hands of that evil thing?"

Wuxu thought back to what he had just seen, and secretly said in his heart, "That's really the case!" He still couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it possible that under the recitation of Master Wusheng, he can't go beyond it?"

At this moment, the men had completely stopped, and sat there dumbfounded, their eyes hollow, their bodies as stiff as dried corpses. The black air above its head is like a line, twisting and turning, like a spider's web above the roof. The noise downstairs and the singing and laughter outside the building seem to be in another world.

Hearing Wuxu ask, the Wusheng did not speak, but just closed his palms, the wind blew, the monk's robe swept up, and a black palm print was faintly revealed on the skin on his chest. With that palm print as the center, there are countless black fine lines, spreading out, and the shape is extremely terrifying.

"It's a pity that the little monk was slapped by the ghost road overhaul, and he has been breathing for a long time. Otherwise, we will not be able to support the souls of these people. Wusheng said lightly, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but the look of relatives on his face could not be erased.

"Amitabha!" Wuxu recited the Buddha's horn in a deep voice, carefully looked at Wusheng for a moment, and then said, "Master Wusheng, cultivation is not under Wuxuan, and the ghost Dao True Spirit in the middle of it can't be dissolved with a palm of cultivation." ”

"What's the difference between life and death?" Wusheng seemed to have expected it and didn't mind, "Wusheng asks the master for mercy." ”

"What's the matter?" Wu Xuan stared at Wusheng.

Lifeless, silently sitting there, motionless. The faint sound of chanting the "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra" sounded in the air. It's just that the dead air around is also faintly thick, and under the undercurrent, it turns into a longing ghost, changing, circling, and extremely gloomy.

"This evil thing is the treasure of the ghost path, and it is manipulated by the ghost path true spirit overhaul, and it will not go for a day, and it will help all sentient beings, but there are dead people, whether good or evil, those who should enter the reincarnation, all of them will be taken away by it, and they will not be able to be reborn forever!

Wu Xuan raised his head violently and looked at Wusheng in surprise, what is the origin of this Wusheng? It is so powerful, he is just in the temple, in order to avoid the blood moon, he just secretly entered and exited the Mandala Dharma Realm, but he didn't expect to be seen through by it at a glance. After a moment of silence, Wuxu said, "The Mandala Dharma Realm is very powerful, these people are deeply infected with dead energy, and they are rashly ingested, and the good luck is unpredictable. ”

Wuxu once crossed the ghost of the dead in the Mandala Dharma Realm, but he was also a little sure. It's just that these people had been cast by Wusheng before, and if they wanted to be taken into the Dharma Realm Dojo rashly, Wuxu was still a little cautious.

"Amitabha!" Wusheng recited, "even if you are overtaken by the master, it is better than being a tiger." In a short sentence, the voice of Wusheng was getting lower and lower. A statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth emerges from the top of his head, emitting a faint Buddha light. Countless ghosts and moths rushed to the flames, surrounding them and flying endlessly. Between the light and shadow, there were countless vague and hideous faces, tearing and eating, with blood and tears. And under the watchful eye of those ghosts, the Dharma appearance of the Jizo King Bodhisattva on the head of Wusheng quickly dimmed and crumbled, and he himself gradually became thin and shriveled, as if he was about to gradually turn into white bones and dust to nothing, along with those around him who did not know life and death.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, Wuxu put his palms together and sacrificed his Dharma Realm Dojo and ingested more than a dozen people nearby. In the Tianyuan Temple of the Dharma Realm Dojo, he realized the void seal, fixed these dozens of people, and began to recite the "Buddha Says Amitayus Sutra" at the same time. I don't know that for a long time, there was no Amitabha Buddha who received the golden light from the void, but there were countless fine black air currents, which suddenly burst out from the dozens of people. The bones of the dozen or so people were suddenly gone, not even a soul or soul.

Wu Xuan secretly said that it was not good, and he changed his body, turning into three heads and six arms, his fingers moved rapidly, and at the same time, he knotted the Mida fixed seal, the heart seal of the lotus department, and the root seal of the immovable Ming King. For a time, the whole Tianyuan Temple, a piece of gold, as if completely immersed in the light of the Buddha in the West Heaven, such as King Kong casting, there are countless white lotuses, in many chanting and Sanskrit singing, surrounding Wuxu.

Most of those black air currents dissipated in an instant, and finally all of them were annihilated. Seeing this, Wuxu couldn't help but sigh lightly. Looking at those black air currents, it seemed that they wanted to break through their own Dharma Realm Dojo and get in touch with the bronze coffin in the outside world. If so, it would be unimaginable.

Wu Xuan sat in the Dharma Realm Tianyuan Temple, did not go out, and secretly observed the outside world. The remaining people in the restaurant have completely disappeared, and only the black lifeless ones are sitting there silently, using exercises to heal their wounds.

The candlelight is faint, the sound of the scriptures of the "Great Nirvana Sutra" is faint, and the black gas on the body of Wusheng is constantly overflowing, turning into pure white, revealing a faint indescribable breath, such as a gorgeous fragrance around it, changing countless patterns, white lotus, skull, blood bottle, bow and arrow, sutra, sword, golden pestle, rakshasa, empty mother。。。。。。

This non-being, it seems, is also a descendant of Tantra, and the exercises revealed are quite similar to the Mandala Dharma Realm. It's just that the deity he cultivates is the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo. It is estimated that it was created by local monks in Fuso. Since the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism has spread to Fusang in the East, and it has continued to evolve, which is naturally different from that of Middle-earth。。。。。。

Wu Xuan thought secretly, and was hesitating whether to help him, when the mutation arose! I saw that boundless death qi flew from all directions outside, surging towards Wusheng and himself, accumulating around, like a big black mountain.

"Mandala Dharma Realm!" the Lifeless Divine Consciousness hurriedly said.

Wuxu sacrificed out of the Dharma Realm Dojo and escaped in, but hesitated whether to ingest the lifeless as well.

The small restaurant was already silent and dark, and the outside world seemed to be completely cut off. The Dharma Appearance around Wusheng had completely disappeared, and his body was quickly submerged by those dead qi.

Wuxu didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and finally took it into his own Dharma Realm Dojo, but he kept an eye on it, and only brought it to the outer Dharma Realm of Annihilation, not in the Tianyuan Temple.

"Who are you!?" The lifeless looked around, and saw that it was gray, empty, and lifeless, and Wu Xuan stood there coldly, and couldn't help but ask. At this moment, he was deeply entangled in death, his whole body was already covered with skin and bones, and his face did not have a trace of blood or expression, as if he was a living dead, but as soon as he entered the realm of enlightenment and silence to destroy the law, he jumped up stiffly like a corpse.

"Amitabha! Master Wusheng, don't be impatient. Wu Xuan sighed secretly, and said slowly while taking it into the Tianyuan Temple.

That lifeless, as soon as he entered Tianyuan Temple, he saw that the main hall was empty, and he couldn't help laughing and said, "I see!" I couldn't help but say, flew over the incense case, and sat with my palms together in mid-air, which was extremely solemn.

Wuxu also smiled angrily, "Sure enough, I was deceived by you! Since you want to be a Buddha, the little monk will send you to the Western Heavens!"

That Wusheng sat in the position that was supposed to be the Buddha in the main hall, and under the sword qi of the Enlightenment Void Silence Annihilation White Bone Sword, he instantly turned into a skeleton, but the breath was even stronger! The two crystal clear hands, one hand up, the other down, broke off and shouted, "Heaven and earth, I am the only one!" A wisp of dead air did not enter the foundation of the main hall, and the main hall suddenly burst into the gloomy wind, sounding the boundless ghost horn; a wisp of dead air, piercing the top of the main hall, the dead air poured down from the outside world like a waterfall.

Tianyuan Temple was suddenly submerged and fell into boundless darkness.

The lifeless skeleton changed again and again, turning into Na Lu Yeqing. Dressed in a black robe, he sat in the darkness like a Yama, and said meaningfully to Wuxu, "Since this hall has no respect and no master, it will be used as the Netherworld Hall of this seat!"

"It turned out to be you!" Wu Xuan said in a deep voice, slowly pulling out the Nebula Bamboo Sword.

That's right

Compassion is for all sentient beings, and hell is not empty and cannot become a Buddha.

Once the dojo is in the netherworld, you must draw your sword and slash Yama.

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