The hustle and bustle of the main street of Chang'an West Market was as in the past, and a lark flew out of the window lattice of the West Market Inn, swept over a blue tile, and fluttered its wings into the sky. In a moment, he landed on the branch of a sycamore, flapped his wings, danced and sang on the branch, and watched everything that happened in this huge compound.

The inner courtyard of Ximing Temple was closed, and ordinary little novices were rushed to the outer courtyard to help meet tomorrow's sacrifice of the hundred monks. In the inner courtyard, twenty high monks in crimson robes gathered in front of the Tibetan scripture tower, as if discussing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe everyone has heard that early this morning, Uncle Qingyan routinely inspected the Tibetan Scripture Tower and found that the large array at the bottom of the tower had cracks. As you know, I originally planned to think about the way to change the formation in the long term after the ceremony. But now it's too late, and we have to do it in advance in case something happens these days. ”

It was "Jingshan", the abbot of Ximing Temple, who spoke, and he looked at everyone: "Although the preparation was hasty, fortunately, the formation was practiced yesterday, and the details have been discussed for a long time.

According to what I said before, Master Liangdu and I (the abbot of Huayan Sect) each brought seven people, a total of sixteen people to live outside the tower, and used Xiuwei to forcibly suppress the tower of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and provide an opportunity for the change of formation in the tower.

A total of four people, including Uncle Qingyan and Master Xuhui (abbot of the Bosha Sect Beiluo Temple), took the opportunity to enter the tower to remove the old 'Ming Tan Sect Thirteen Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Array' and make up the new 'Bodhisattva Sect' Lock Demon Array. Do you have any objections?"

Almost everyone bowed slightly, but no one answered positively.

Jingshan and Master Liangdu glanced at each other and said, "Since there is no objection, then without further ado, let's start now." ”

The sixteen people outside the tower are divided into two groups, circling the tower in two circles inside and outside, fighting in the eight directions of "east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest".

Sixteen people are holding bowls, or holding Zen sticks, or holding Buddha pestles, or holding wooden fish, or holding gold rings, or holding treasure vases, or holding Buddhist beads, or holding vajras, or performing mudras, or meditating on the ground, all of them are in a posture.

The abbot of Jingshan took off the Buddha beads on his neck, wrapped them around his right arm, recited the Dharma in his mouth, and applied a Dharma seal, and a golden light took the lead in coming out of his hand and shooting on the body of the tower. The golden light instantly plated the entire body of the tower, and every brick and tile glowed with an extremely subtle glow.

Master Huayan Zong Liangdu also made a move, his hands were folded, and golden light flew out of his palms, which was better than the light of pure goodness, but it was a little less strong and a little longer.

A gust of wind rose, and the narrow beard at the corners of his mouth fluttered.

Sixteen rays of light shot out from different directions. Although the internal strength of each temple is different, they all come from Buddhism and are reflected on the Tibetan scripture tower, which is a whole. The entire tower was bathed in golden light.

"We couldn't last long. Go quickly!"

After receiving the signal of Jingshan, Qingyan and Xuhui hurriedly entered the tower and went straight to the dark pavilion at the bottom of the tower.

The small door was locked, the red cloth was removed, and the remains of the "Black Monk" were revealed in front of the eyes of the four people.

Under the black background and bright silver striped robe, the muscles and bones of the corpse have been dried, the eyes are sunken, and the face is distorted. But the body is still upright, sitting cross-legged, standing on his knees, which is the body of Buddhism.

Qing Yan bowed to the black monk and said respectfully:

"At that time, the holy monk in the body of the 'tail should be sick' was highly poisonous, knowing that the limit was coming, with his own body as an image, on the basis of the original 'Thirteen Heavens Gang Demon Array', Shi Maitreya cursed and suppressed the lock demon array, which is really immeasurable.

Today, the foundation of the Ximing Pagoda is damaged and on the verge of collapse, and we are only shallow in learning, and we cannot restore the big array of the day, so we can only destroy it and replace it with a new array.

I hope that the holy monk will illusion this Maitreya mantra, complete this immeasurable merit, re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, and ascend to the land of bliss as soon as possible to become a Buddha. ”

After he said this, the other three people present also chimed in: "Amitabha, respectfully invite the holy monk." ”

The four of them remained silent, staring at the remains, not knowing what would happen.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the originally upright dried corpse suddenly loosened, like a building collapsing, and the perfectly connected skeleton instantly fell apart, turning into a pile of white bones, and even the skull rolled to Qingyan's feet.

It was too late, and at the same moment, a strong purple light burst out from the flat ground of the Dark Pavilion, reflecting thirteen complicated formations, and even the ground trembled.

The sixteen monks outside also felt the movement, and the internal force in their hands increased a little more, and the light of the Ximing Pagoda became even more dazzling: "Everyone be careful, they are going to withdraw the old formation." ”

A raging wind blew from the ground, and the bottles and cans in the dark pavilion fell to the ground.

The thing below also felt that the Maitreya mantra had disappeared, and the binding power of this formation had been greatly weakened, and he was attacking violently. Prepare yourselves for when I withdraw from the old formation, he will fight back. ”

Master Qingyan stepped on it violently, stabilizing his body and mind, and he had no time to care about the corpse of the black monk.

Master Xuhui nodded to Qing Yan and signaled that he was ready: "Let's start!"

Master Qingyan cast the "Great Fixing Seal" with both hands, his eyes slightly closed, and he silently recited the secret method of Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

After three or five sentences, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes turned golden. With a wave of his sleeves, the purple light formation on the ground was like freshly formed rice paper in the paper mill, torn off from the decent surface and turned into pieces in the air, and the light was fleeting.

Before the light was completely extinguished, a sky-pouring momentum emerged from the ground, and a huge wave of blue demonic energy swept in.

The demonic qi instantly hit the four walls, and the moment it was touched, a golden light appeared, and the demonic qi was restrained and did not collapse, but quickly retreated, looking for a new breakthrough location.

In just a moment, it has been repeated many times, but it is still trapped in the tower and cannot get out.

This mighty demonic energy was scurrying around in the dark pavilion like a headless fly, even if Master Qingyan had a Dharma protector, he was a little upset by this diffuse demonic power. This is only a part of the demonic power under the pagoda, I wonder what will happen if the real body of the demon escapes?

"Bang!" I felt a bell ringing in my mind, and the huge pressure on my body disappeared in an instant, and the demonic energy around me suddenly solidified.

Looking at Master Xuhui again, he is not good-looking, but there is a phantom of a one-man tall "Vajrapani Bodhisattva" behind him.

One side has three eyes and four arms, black clothes and blue, wears a five-strand skull crown, with bone ornaments and snake ornaments as solemn, red hair is raised, bearded eyebrows are like fire, fangs are toothy and tongue rolled, three red eyes are round, and angry eyes are glaring. The left front hand is the seal of the period, the left hand is holding the vajra, the right front hand is holding the wrath fist seal, the right back hand is holding the vajra hook and rope, the feet are bent right and stretched out to the left, and the power stands on the lotus sun wheel seat.

The moment the Buddha statue was revealed, this demonic wave seemed to be frozen, and it was impossible to move.

"Hum, Banze, Zanza, Savawa, Jandagahanada, Haba. ”

"Hum, Banze, Zanza, Savawa, Jandagahanada, Haba. ”

"Hum, Banze, Zanza, Savawa, Jandagahanada, Haba. ”

This is the "Mantra of Victory" of the "Vajrapani Bodhisattva", which is the most victorious of all mantras, removes all obstacles, and dissolves all hatred.

After chanting three times in a row, Master Xuhui raised his right hand slightly, and the front right hand of the Buddha statue also raised.

Using his fingers as a pen, he neatly wrote four Sanskrit characters in the air, and the Buddha statue also wrote the four characters.

The only difference is that the four characters of this Vajrapani Bodhisattva condensed into an entity in the air, turning out a white light.

"Zagoza. Master Xuhui recited silently in his mouth, it was the "Vajrapani Bodhisattva" "Four-Character Short-Hearted Mantra".

As soon as the spell was completed, the four characters in the air turned into a rune, floating above the blue demon qi, as if a silk scarf fell to the ground in the air, and between the swaggers, all the blue demon qi was pressed down until it fell on the ground.

The light of the four-character short-hearted mantra shone again, sucking the only trace of demonic energy left in the dark pavilion back into the ground, and after the light was full, it was like water stains soaking into the ground.

"It's done!" Master Xuhui exhaled, and the virtual shadow of the Vajrapani Bodhisattva behind him disappeared, and the whole process was only a moment, and the dark pavilion of Ximing Temple was as usual.

"The Ming Tan Sect uses the pattern as the drawing array, and the Bosha Sect draws the array with the magic formula. Master Xuhui's move "Vajrapani Bodhisattva Short-Hearted Array" is really amazing. The old man admired. "Qing Yan thinks that his cultivation of Buddhism is much higher than that of Xuhui, but this hand formation 'Kung Fu', I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up in my life. The so-called art industry has a specialization, and that's it.

Xu Hui smiled awkwardly, as if she was on the verge of collapse: "Master Qingyan has won the prize, let's go out and inform them quickly, so as to save them from wasting their efforts." ”

He was just about to take a step when his thigh twitched, and he fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, it's still out of strength. If I knew this, I wouldn't have been able to use the 'Weibei Restoration Array', I'm afraid it wouldn't be so embarrassing. Let the masters laugh. ”

Two other fellow monks helped him up, one by one shoulder, and lifted him out.

The door to the Dark Pavilion was opened and closed, and it seemed to be no different except for the pile of white bones and messy medicine bottles scattered on the ground.

But no one saw that among the wooden beams of the Tibetan Scripture Tower, a chubby flesh worm slowly came out of a rotten eye.

Grunting and squirming, it struggled to crawl out of the small hole, arching itself, two eyes so small that they were invisible, reflecting a deep blue glow.

A burst of laughter sounded from the deepest part of the scripture tower of Ximing Temple:

"After being trapped for a hundred years, a wisp of my divine consciousness finally escaped. ”