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Suddenly there was a thunder, and a thunderstorm rolled down from the sky, and then the torrential rain came, and the rain covered the sky and the sun in the blink of an eye.

Lin Jixuan looked at the boy, he was surrounded by zombies, his short figure was almost shrouded in rain and fog, making it impossible to see his expression for a while.

The corners of his mouth were tight, and he clenched his right hand angrily, his nails digging into the flesh under excessive force.

The monk's soul took possession of this body and killed his father against the sky, just to threaten He Dongyuan to ask for that Buddha lamp? ——Heaven's law is hard to tolerate, and Tianlei can't spare him.

Monk Pujue felt a shock in his heart. After he took possession of this body, he rarely felt this kind of uncontrollable feeling. It seemed that the soul hidden under the flesh and blood was rushing hard, trying to knock him away from this body.

When he saw Fang Tian lying on the ground with his body torn into pieces, the feeling was even stronger, and he soon realized that it was the emotion tightly bound between father and son that caused the mutilated soul in this body to radiate. roared in defiance.

This sudden thunder was just warning him, Pujue sneered in his heart, the sky came to uphold the justice of heaven again, why didn't the thunder warn him when he was buried alive?He pinched a Buddhist formula with both hands, recited Amitabha, and asked He Dongyuan with a smile: "Master, have you made a decision?"

Zombies stepped forward and surrounded Lin Jixuan, almost surrounding him. Only skeletons remained of these rotting corpses. After being buried alive, the monk turned into a ghost and slaughtered the entire village. After the villagers died, they still refused to let go. Through them, the corpses were refined into ghost soldiers and ghost generals for him to send.

Deep hatred and great resentment, irreconcilable.

He Dongyuan suppressed his emotions, looked at Pujue with deep eyebrows, his eyebrows were pressed tightly, and he sneered: "You also deserve to chant Amitabha?"

Pujue: "..."

Pujue also sneered: "You are also worthy of having a Buddha lamp? It is said that Buddha lamps are held by eminent monks who are born with Buddha bones. It is not something that a lowly wild monk like you can have. Putting them in your body is just empty." Consuming the Buddha power of the Buddha lamp, how many beads have you cultivated? You are full of attachments, criminals are greedy, angry, and ignorant, how can you have the face to take the Buddha lamp as your own?"

"The retribution of breaking the precepts is suffering. You will fall into hell, evil spirits, and animals. As a monk, you should fall into the three evil retributions for breaking the precepts. Now you still wish for my Buddha lamp?" He Dongyuan replied. Color, sneered, "The Buddha saw that I was born with a Buddha bone and a Buddha appearance, so he gave me a Buddha lamp so that I can illuminate the world with Buddha light, and also use Buddha light to suppress evil spirits like you who sin against Buddha."

He Dongyuan paced to Lin Jixuan's side, folded his hands together, and sat on the floor, cross-legged in front of Lin Jixuan, with the practice beads hanging between his fingers, and a string of Buddhist beads fell down, making a jingle sound.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Pujue, then slowly closed his eyes, and recited in a deep voice: "So I heard—for a time, the Buddha lived in Rajagaha City, Qijabori Mountain, and there were 2000 great monks, all of whom were Arhats. , all leaks are gone, no more troubles, self-interest is captured, all knots are eliminated, and the mind is at ease..."

This is the opening chapter of the preface to the "Lotus Sutra". Seeing this, Lin Jixuan immediately understood He Dongyuan's purpose. As one of the ten Rakshasa women, Lan Po should concentrate on serving the eminent monk who recites and recites the "Lotus Sutra" At this time, He Dongyuan began to recite the Lotus Sutra, Lan Po was restricted from attacking He Dongyuan, and, if He Dongyuan's Buddhism was advanced, Lan Po must be driven by He Dongyuan's Buddhist power.

Lin Jixuan had guessed for a long time that these zombies actually listened to Lan Po's orders, not the monk's. After all these years, the monk had just found a suitable body, and even had to absorb the energy of so many children to barely recover. Mobility, how could it be possible to enslave these evil spirits by relying on the resentment that has lasted for thousands of years?

Therefore, Lan Po must have been urged by the monk to instruct the ghost zombies buried in the ground to become ghost soldiers for him to enslave.

If you want to deprive these ghost soldiers of their mobility, you only need to cut off the entanglement between Lan Po and the monk.

The monk was smart, and he quickly realized that he sat down on the ground with thin arms and legs, with a solemn expression, and at a young age, he looked like an eminent monk, which was completely different from He Dongyuan's temperament.

Although He Dongyuan usually plays a fool, looks like a dandy, speaks and does things inappropriately, and is often filled with ridicule, but now reciting and reciting Buddhist scriptures, he is calm and calm, his face is calm and indifferent, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, his body is full of Buddha spirit.

As soon as the two reconciled, they chanted the Lotus Sutra in two completely different styles.

Gradually, cold sweat broke out on the monk's forehead, and the squirming lips and tongue suddenly slowed down. The next second, his tongue was tied, stuttered, and he quickly reacted and continued to chant. However, just like this For a short, almost unfathomable moment, Lan Po let out a mournful wail, walked uncontrollably to He Dongyuan's side, showed a Rakshasa fierce look, glared at the surrounding zombies, and growled: "Stand back! Everyone back away!" back!"

The zombie stood still, and retreated almost at the same time.

The rain clouds gradually receded, and a thunderstorm came and went as fast as it came, and the clouds disappeared in just 10 minutes. As soon as the sun came out, the ghostly air evaporated, and the dead bones of the zombies completely rotted and evaporated to black. The smog gradually faded to nothing under the sunlight.

Pujue's face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "Ruoruo!! Kill him!!!"

After hearing this address, Lan Po's hideous ghostly face degenerated into a human face. She let out a wail, and turned towards He Dongyuan.

Lin Jixuan moved tentatively, and the things that bound him disappeared in an instant. He slapped the flag-opening spell on his palm, and scolded in a low voice: "Five thunders and fierce generals, open the flag and call urgently. Don't stop, hurry as fast as you can!" Law!"

The flag-opening spell landed on Lan Po's face, and there was a thunderbolt immediately. Lan Po wanted to speak, but Lin Jixuan was stuck on it with another flag-opening spell, and three flag-opening spells fell down, and the female ghost of Sen Luo had been killed. Lei Huo was struck so that there was not much ghost energy left.

He Dongyuan was still reciting the "Lotus Sutra" in a low voice. He looked like an old monk in meditation, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and his body was like a Buddha statue that had stood for thousands of years, showing compassion and perseverance.

Lin Jixuan stood by his side, and he finished reading a volume of the "Lotus Sutra". The little boy was stunned and froze on the spot, his mind was full of verses from the "Lotus Sutra".

Pujue had never heard such scriptures full of Sanskrit sounds.

In the short period of more than forty years before his death, he recited and recited the Lotus Sutra every day, and never slack off a hundred times a day. His master said that the Lotus Sutra is the sutra that must be comprehended to become Mahayana Buddhism. Wen, intending that all things, no matter how high or low, can become a Buddha.When he first recited the scriptures, he found it hard to understand every word. However, as the Dharma became more refined, he realized a lot in the scriptures.There are all kinds of things in the world of mortals, and everything is in vain. No matter when and where, the "Lotus Sutra" is the lotus flower of Buddhism that covers his heart.

He admits that he has studied the Lotus Sutra for many years. Even in the prosperous age of Buddhism at that time, no one may be able to surpass him in a single volume of the Lotus Sutra. Once a monk from the temple next door came to argue with him and asked him only three questions. He was so ashamed that he backed away.Fengmen Village is famous for him, and the whole village thinks that he is the person who is closest to the Buddha and can listen to the voice of the Buddha.

However, he had never actually heard the voice of Buddha.

Not when I realized the scriptures, not when I was compassionate to others, not when there was an epidemic in the village, and not when I wanted to pray to the Buddha.

He once thought that he was not close enough to the Buddha, that the Dharma is boundless, that the Buddha is the true way that cannot be fully realized in a lifetime, and that he is a traveler starting from the starting point.

The villagers told him that when he was still reciting the Lotus Sutra devoutly at the end of his life, he would definitely come to the Western Paradise and hear the voice of the Buddha.He believed it, and he learned from the compassion of the Buddha, helping the world and saving people, and sacrificing himself to go to the Western Paradise to listen to the holy truth.

But at the moment of death, he did not hear the voice of any Buddha.

The only thing that reverberates in my ears is the Sanskrit sound of scriptures murmured by myself——

All kinds of causes and conditions are immeasurable.Illuminate the Dharma and enlighten all beings.

He heard his voice gradually weaken. When he stopped chanting, the world fell into darkness. He watched the villagers bury the last pinch of loess with their own hands to cover everything.

At the moment when the light was lost, Pujue had never felt such a strong fear. He squeezed out "No—" from his throat, but no one heard it, maybe someone heard it, but they ignored it. His breath was stuffed in his throat, and at this moment, he clearly realized——

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die! !

He was digging the soil, but his body strength was getting weaker and weaker, his breathing was stuffed in his throat, and his breath was filled with mud that blocked his nose and throat, until his mind went blank, leaving only the only clear voice——

They killed me!

This idea lingered in his mind. He turned into a ghost and slaughtered the villagers in the whole village. He changed from a Buddha to an unforgivable ghost. Buddha's voice, ask him face to face, why can't he save him if he can feed the eagle with meat?He has recited the Lotus Sutra devoutly for many years, yet why does he turn a blind eye to his suffering!

However, at this time, when he heard He Dongyuan's "Lotus Sutra", he seemed to hear the voice of the Buddha. His scriptures were calm and introverted, obviously the same as what he had recited for many years, but there was a kind of Sanskrit sound in his ears. ear feeling.

When he entered the Mahayana realm, he ignored other things, and all kinds of causes and effects became the Buddha's admonition in the "Lotus Sutra" in his ears and eyes.

This is a realm he has never had before.

How long can he chant?Pujue couldn't help but think, what would happen if there were outside disturbances?

He took a step forward involuntarily, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at He Dongyuan. Lin Jixuan quickly smashed the stone with his backpack, and looked at Pu Jue coldly.

Pujue was stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered that Ruoruo guarded herself like this back then. She was originally a fierce ghost who committed suicide by hanging herself in the temple. one of the women.

It was the first time he saw Ruoruo after he became a ghost. Ruoruo only had fragments of memories of her life, but she remembered that she had been by her side and looked at her when she was reciting the Lotus Sutra.

Year after year, day after day.

Pujue let out a long sigh, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures again.

His heart gradually settled down, just like reciting scriptures back then. In He Dongyuan's Sanskrit, the rhythm of Pujue's chanting gradually matched He Dongyuan's. A cry: "Amitabha." The figure floated out of the child's body, gradually becoming dim and dim, and diffused in this small mustard world.

Lin Jixuan's phone vibrated, and he was about to check it when he suddenly saw something glowing on He Dongyuan's chest, the light was unusually warm and soft.

Animals slowly walked out of the surrounding woods and lowered their heads towards He Dongyuan.