Projection of heavens

Drinking wine, I woke up instantly.

This scene is so scary!

Li Qingshan stared at the young monk with red lips and white teeth on the stage, and couldn't help but rub his eyes: "Did I really drink too much and actually saw Brother Gu?"

Li Qingshan's heart stirred. Although this monk had no hair and wore white clothes, his appearance was exactly the same as that of his elder brother Gu.

However, unlike Brother Gu's overbearing indifference, this monk has an elegant demeanor and a gentle expression.

It's really like an eminent monk.

Xiao An was also a little curious and followed Li Qingshan's line of sight.

I saw a young monk wearing moon-white monk robes sitting on the Buddhist altar.

The monk was tall and slender, with red lips and white teeth. He sat as still as a mountain, but he had an aura of tranquility and peace about him.

Like the bright moon in the sky, noble and pure, as dazzling as the sun, people unconsciously focus on him.

"Qingshan, do you know this master?"

Xiao An hesitated for a moment and then asked.

She practiced the White Bone Path and was originally an enemy of Buddha, but when she saw this young monk, she couldn't help but want to get close to him.

"Yeah, I know you, I know you."

Li Qingshan was in a daze and wanted to shout, but he felt a little unbelievable in his heart.

You know, the last time he saw his brother Gu taking action against Buddhism, beating Duobao Tathagata to the point where he vomited blood and escaped, and the five great kings of the Ming Dynasty did not know whether they were alive or dead.

How can I become a monk now?

"This is the only great mage in the Tang Dynasty who is recognized by the emperors and ministers of the Tang Dynasty, Mage Three Burials, commonly known as Gu Xuan Shang!"

"Looking at it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they can't afford distracting thoughts. It turns out that he is an eminent monk, a great mage!"

"The Thirty-six Water and Land Conferences have the final say."

Naturally, it was not just Li Qingshan and the two people who came to watch the waterway dojo. There were also some people who knew the inside story, talking to each other.

Li Qingshan listened carefully and had already confirmed the identity of the person on the stage.

However, what puzzled him was, what did Brother Gu want to do?

Could it be that he wanted to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?

He was curious in his heart and wished he could go up to the stage right now and ask him for details, but he didn't dare to go up for fear of messing up his plan.

"Qingshan, watch the changes. I feel the power of Buddha is gathering. A great monk will come."

Xiao An squeezed Li Qingshan's palm and whispered.

She has cultivated the Red Face and White Bones Way to an extremely high level, and even the former White Bones Bodhisattva cannot surpass her current state.

The sensitivity to Buddhist aura is still higher than that of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan nodded, took Xiao An around to find a restaurant with a good view, and waited quietly.

Time flies, and another seventy-seven and forty-nine days have passed.

Within these forty-nine days, there were more and more monks and Taoists in the water and land monasteries, and the sounds of preaching and chanting came and went.

Although Li Qingshan does not understand this scripture, he also knows that both Buddhism and Taoism have some scriptures that can save the souls of the dead.

In fact, these scriptures are useless in his opinion. If there is no one underground, it is impossible to re-enter reincarnation even if they are recited thousands of times.

"Brother Gu has been meditating for many years, which is really remarkable."

Li Qingshan held the wine glass and shook his head: "Fortunately, today is the official day of the Waterway Dojo, so it should be over anyway!"

"Something has changed."

Xiao An said softly.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked.

On the Buddhist altar near the center, an old monk with white eyebrows suddenly stopped chanting sutras, put his hands together and bowed to the highest Buddhist altar in the center, saying:

"For one year of meditation, the old monk recited the Sutra of Received Life and Awakening of Death 30,000 times, the Amitabha Sutra 30,000 times, the Ksitigarbha Sutra 30,000 times, and the Great Compassion Mantra 30,000 times, totaling ten Buddhist sutras. Twenty thousand times”

The old monk has a majestic appearance and is as unmoving as a statue in the temple. Even if he opens his mouth, his figure will not move at all.

Only the long eyebrows drooped and swayed in the wind:

"I dare to ask Master, why do you not say a word or read a word?"

The old monk's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sword slashing a golden bell. The clanging sound covered the entire land and water dojo, ringing in the ears of thousands of monks and Taoists at the same time.

The sound of chanting suddenly stopped.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the Master of the Three Burials on the highest Buddhist altar in the water and land dojo.

They come from many countries, and they are all eminent monks worshiped by one country, real people, high status, and superb cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism.

If it weren't for the great power of the Tang Dynasty, and for other reasons, they wouldn't even come to Chang'an City.

But while they were reciting sutras to save the souls of the dead, the three burial mages remained silent, which was a bit too much.

Phew~

There seemed to be wind blowing above the Buddhist altar.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Third Burial Mage, who had kept his eyes closed the entire time, slowly opened his eyes.

No edge or brilliance, just as warm and moist as water.

Gu Xuanshang's eyes fell, he scanned the crowd and said:

"Dear masters and real people, if you recite Buddhist sutras a hundred thousand times, how many people will transcend the dead?"

"Amitabha, the old monk is not talented. One sutra can save one person, but 120,000 sutras can save 120,000 people!"

The precious light cassock worn by the old monk shone slightly, and the Buddha's light shone in the sky. It seemed that countless dead souls could be seen among them, prostrating themselves in thanksgiving.

"The Master clearly knows that there are not as many young monks as there are people on the Golden Pond. It takes ten times to save one person. After years of busy work, he can only save more than 11,000 people."

Not far away, a middle-aged monk responded calmly, neither happy nor angry.

"Returning to the Three Burial Masters, the young monk saved more than 3,000 dead souls."

"Master, the little monk saved more than a thousand souls from the dead."

"The poor monk is ashamed, but he has only built a thousand pagodas, not as many as the great masters."

Seeing the Master of the Three Burials asking, all the monks spoke, either calmly, indifferently, compassionately, or with a look of color on their faces.

To name a few.

On the other hand, the Taoist priests watched indifferently and allowed many monks to speak without saying a word.

Just watch quietly.

"Good, good!"

Under the sunlight, Gu Xuanshang nodded slightly and said: "You all are indeed masters of Taoism. The whole city has almost all the undead souls!"

"Mage Three Burials is serious!"

The master of Jinchi clasped his hands together, his white eyebrows moved slightly, and he seemed to be somewhat benefited, and said:

"I dare to ask Master Three Burials, how many undead souls can you save in just one sitting for many years?"

"Not one!"

Gu Xuanshang responded honestly.

"What? There's not one?"

All the monks were in an uproar.

Although they had never heard the Master of the Three Burials speak before chanting sutras, they did not expect that he actually remained silent and saved no one.

"All Zen masters, please be silent. Master Sanzong may have some other opinions!"

Master Jin Chi spoke slowly, suppressing the noise of many monks.

Only then did all the monks calm down, their eyes focused again, and fell on the white-robed monk, with a faint hint of oppression.

"Don't take it seriously!"

On the Buddhist altar, Gu Xuanshang waved his hands slightly, but looked outside the water and land dojo and said softly:

"Where is Marquis Lantian?"

"Yun Ye is here!"

Before Xuan Shang finished speaking, Yun Ye, dressed in brocade clothes, appeared on a tall building outside the water and land dojo.

Without even looking at the other monks, he bowed to Xuanshang and saluted:

"Yun Ye has met Master Three Burials!"

"I dare to ask, how much have we accumulated in the Tang Dynasty over the past thousand years?"

Gu Xuanshang asked again.

"Return to the mage!"

Yun Ye straightened up, a hint of sadness flashed across his face, and said:

"In the past thirteen hundred years, our Tang Dynasty has lost 38,693 million soldiers and civilians who have never entered reincarnation."

Yun Ye clenched his fists unconsciously.

Thirteen hundred years ago, when the Tang Dynasty was founded, it offended a large number of immortals.

After the war, many generals died.

But who would have thought that the gate of the underworld was completely closed to the Tang Dynasty. After 1,300 years, none of the soldiers who died in the battle could return.

In the land of Eastern Land, you could even see the scene of hundreds of ghosts walking every day.

Many civil servants and generals of the Tang Dynasty were as good as immortals and Buddhas, but what could they do to their former colleagues, colleagues, and their own people?

Are they going to be beaten to ashes?

Therefore, these boundless undead spirits have troubled the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Dynasty for more than a thousand years.

until now.

"so much?!"

The expressions of all the monks changed, a little in disbelief.

Although they could feel that there were many undead souls in Chang'an City, they did not expect that there were so many!

Even if all the people who died in the Tang Dynasty were put together for thousands of years, this would be the number!

After all, the Tang Dynasty relied on martial arts to establish its country, and martial arts practitioners also lived a long life. There were not many immortals, but there were countless people who lived for more than a thousand years.

"Amitabha!"

Master Jinchi’s expression also changed.

As the abbot of the Guanyin Temple, his Dharma cultivation is naturally as profound as that of an Arhat. However, it is not that simple to purify the souls of the dead.

If one enters reincarnation orthodoxly, the six paths of reincarnation will wash away the merits and demerits of his life and go away naked.

But if for some reason he cannot be reincarnated and wants to transcend, the Zen master who has transcended him must wash away his sins and karma. Only then can he communicate with the underworld through Buddhism and transcend the spirits of the dead.

There is no one in the world who can wash away the sins of 30 billion undead souls!

That heavy sin can almost turn into fire!

Even in the lower realm of Arhats, Bodhisattvas will frown when they come to this world!

"Good, good!"

While many people were in shock, Gu Xuanshang sighed softly, with compassion in his eyes, and said slowly:

"The mages have done a great job in this waterway dojo. Let me do the rest!"

boom!

As soon as he said this, Chang'an City suddenly vibrated.

The immeasurable Buddha's light and Tao Yun burst out from the monks in the land and water monastery, and from the Taoist platform under the Taoist priests!

Like thousands of long dragons soaring straight into the sky!

In an instant, the entire sky above Chang'an City was covered by overlapping rays of light.

The Buddhist and Taoist music suddenly became famous!

Many monks and Taoist priests looked shocked, as if they had recited Buddhist sutras and Taoist sutras thousands of times, all at the same time at this moment!

The boiling sound for a moment was almost reaching the sky!

"Hell is designed just for people! If people can't enter, what's the need for the existence of hell?"

On the Buddhist altar, Gu Xuanshang sighed softly and clasped his hands together:

"Good, good!"

Boom!

As Gu Xuanshang's words floated, the void behind him suddenly became slightly dense, as if folds appeared due to the high temperature.

The next moment, following the earth-shattering sound of vibration, a torrent of black ink burst out from his body and went straight to the sky!

boom! !

The void shook, and the dragon energy in Chang'an City boiled and roared.

Woohoo wow~

The endless sound of cries of ghosts and gods resounded throughout Chang'an City and even the entire Tang Dynasty.

"This is!"

In the restaurant, Li Qingshan was suddenly shocked.

I saw that there seemed to be countless ghosts in the black torrent, and the faces of the undead appeared!

Those thirty billion undead souls had been injured by Gu Xuan before and were suppressed in his body!

What a surprise!

Li Qingshan had long known from Qingniu that the Earthly Immortal Realm was the center of all realms, and most of the souls in it were strong men from other great realms!

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The magnitude of his crime and karma far exceeds that of ordinary creatures in other worlds!

The sins of thirty billion souls are simply terrifying!

Boom!

As the world shook, an undead walked out of the black torrent.

In the light of the Buddha and the sound of the Tao, he disappeared into the darkness, but he escaped into reincarnation.

Then, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million

In the end, the endless souls of the dead disappeared into the void, their innocent bodies escaped, and their sinful karma remained.

It turned into boundless karma fire, like the falling sky, covering the monk on the Buddha platform.

In the fire of karma, Gu Xuan was not sad but happy:

"Good, good!"