In Dazhou, I was overheard by the Empress

Are you right?

His cultivation is comparable to that of a martial artist.

And the monk Wangyu's cultivation base is already a martial saint.

The cultivation bases of the two can be described as very different.

Even Yiqiao Wusheng's Wangyu can't do anything with these dead souls.

He is a small martial artist, so what can he do?

Can you help him save all the dead souls? !

This is not bullshit, is it?

This monk looks like he is fooling people!
After all, monks have a lot of nonsense!

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

Ye Chen looked suspicious.

Ji Fanxing on the side was also dubious.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the words, Monk Wangyu explained it seriously.

"The poor monk practiced literature for a short period of time before converting to Buddhism."

"That's why the poor monk knows very well that the essence of the Buddhist power of Buddhism and the righteousness of literati are the same."

"It is precisely because the poor monk has seen through this point that his talent is superior to ordinary people."

"But compared with the Son of God, it is still far away."

"If the Son of God writes a poem to gather the great righteousness of the world, he can suppress evil spirits for the poor monk first."

"At that time, the poor monk can also take the opportunity to save these dead souls."

After a long speech, Ye Chen felt dizzy.

Although he is the Son of Wen Dao, but the total amount of righteousness is not much!

The last time I was able to accomplish the holy book, it was because of the blessings of the Confucius Temple.

Now let him write another one?
Just kidding.

Don't have any accidents at that time and suck yourself to death.

Then he can directly become a member of these dead souls.

"Miss Ji, we can't listen to his nonsense."

"Writing the first words can suppress evil spirits? Let's dream."

Ye Chen said contemptuously.

Unexpectedly, Ji Fanxing smiled and said, "I think you should be able to."

After all, Ye Chen is the son of Wen Dao, who once created a holy book and a human book.

If you want to create a miracle, you really can only rely on Ye Chen.

And what the monk said seemed to make sense.

After all, she is not a ruthless person, and cannot directly obliterate so many dead souls.

If you can exceed the limit, try to choose the limit as much as possible.

[Fuck, what's all this shit? 】

[Why did you suddenly ask me to take the lead? ! 】

【And this Ji Fanxing, he's really doing the same thing in person. 】

[I used to say that I should accumulate righteousness, so as not to be sucked to death by the written works. 】

[It turned out that it was so dangerous now, why did you just let me try it? 】

[Forget it, there is no way, so many dead souls, if they are not suppressed or rescued, they will become a time bomb. 】

【Maybe one day I will come to Ye Mansion to make trouble】

[The rise and fall of the world is everyone's responsibility! 】

Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen finally nodded.

"Then I will try it, but if it works, I can't guarantee it."

Hearing that Ye Chen was willing to try, Wang Yu also smiled happily.

If this matter is not handled well today, he may not be able to leave.

With the Holy Son's Book of Literature and Dao, it should be logical to save evil spirits this time.

"I wish the holy son success." Wang Yu made a bow.

"Okay, let's go and let me think about it."

Promise is promise, Ye Chen hasn't figured it out yet, how should this word be written? !

After all, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he has never saved a ghost!

That is the work of Taoist priests and monks, what does it have to do with him as a nuclear physicist?
Ye Chen looked around and observed the situation.

The state of these dead souls at this moment can be described as extremely chaotic.

What Ye Chen has to do is to suppress them.

However, for a while, he couldn't think of any good words that could suppress ghosts.

However, there are not a few poems that transform ghosts.

"Forget it, suppression and liberation should be about the same, let's make a "Bodhi Gatha"."

After struggling for a long time, Ye Chen finally chose "Bodhi Verse".

This "Bodhi Gatha" is the culmination of the sixth patriarch Huineng.

It condenses infinite wisdom, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

It should have a miraculous effect if it is used to transform the souls of the dead.

So, Ye Chen took out the pen and paper that he carried with him, and began to write like a wild bird.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror."

"Buddha nature is always pure, where is the dust!"

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand."

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As Ye Chen's strokes fell down, Wang Yu's eyes began to be gradually attracted by the poems.

Can't move it anymore!
Although this poem was only used to save the souls of the dead, Monk Wangyu actually saw the true meaning of Zen in it!

"This poem is even more mysterious than the Prajna Heart Sutra in Daguangming Temple."

"Why, this is just a poem?!"

"According to the meaning of this poem, don't you need to escape into Buddhism all the time when you practice?"

Wang Yu began to mutter to himself, and his whole body began to enter an ethereal state.

Obviously, I have benefited a lot from this "Bodhi Gatha"!

Finally, when the last stroke was made, Monk Wangyu finally came to his senses.

However, even so, the only thing left in his eyes and mind was the "Bodhi Gatha".

But no matter how many times he read it over and over again, he always had an endless aftertaste.

Every time you read it, you can have a new harvest!
If possible, he would like to stay here for the rest of his life until he fully comprehends the "Bodhi Gatha"!
But obviously, Ye Chen would not give him such a chance.

As soon as this book is formed, it shines instantly!

Fortunately, this time Ye Chen's righteousness was not forcefully sucked away.

Otherwise, he would want to scold his mother.

With the soft white light shining, the phantom of a monk in white gradually appeared from the light source.

"This is."

Seeing this monk, Ji Fanxing and Wang Yu's eyes widened.

They could feel the extraordinaryness of this monk in white.

The mere breath actually gave them a trace of terror.

If you don't know that this is just a phantom of Wen Dao.

They even thought that this was a powerful avatar.

"Namo Amitabha."

With the appearance of a Buddha's name, the surrounding evil spirits became a little calmer.

The monk's face seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and when you look at it, you can't see it clearly.

As if to make people forget him.

The white-clothed monk looked at the dead souls in the sky, crossed his knees in the air, and chanted sutras in a low voice!

With the sound of chanting sutras, each voice of the Buddha will turn into a seal of the Buddha, rushing towards the dead souls around.

The surroundings are already full of hype!

But these Buddha seals did not harm the dead souls.

After penetrating the soul of the dead, it dissipated all the black energy in its eyes.

As the seal of Buddha fell, brilliant golden lotuses suddenly sprang up from the ground.

The golden lotus bloomed, and wisps of golden energy gushed out from the golden lotus, purifying all the black energy from the dead souls!
For a while, no matter how hideous the dead soul was before.

After going through the baptism, their faces softened instantly.

Gradually, all the dead souls were purified.

All of them knelt down neatly and bid farewell to Ye Chen.

Then they left one after another, preparing to reincarnate.

Seeing this scene, Monk Wangyu's eyes almost popped out!
He was so absorbed in the "Bodhi Gatha" just now that he forgot that he had to save the souls of the dead!
Unexpectedly, just as he remembered, Ye Chen had transformed all these dead souls? !
this. how is this possible
Son of Wen Dao, is it really so terrifying?
After all, only he knows that degree transformation is just an incidental function of "Bodhi Gatha"!
After just a few glances, he almost realized the Buddhist principles!

But even if it is a side function, can it do such a horrible thing? !
Now it seems that the scariest thing is not the woman holding the martial arts sacred weapon.

It's the weakly cultivated son of Wen Dao in front of him!