burning lamp

As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence at first, and then there was an uproar.

Just now on the Mingjingtai, the rest of the evil immortals, the gods who have not yet landed in the future, and the Buddhist cultivators who are looking down in mid-air, have all forgotten the rules of restraint and restraint at this time. All the gods and gods made a noise.

"What did the venerable say, let Yinglong become a fairy?!"

"The scene of Yinglong slaughtering the fairyland back then is still vivid, making him a fairy. How can there be peace in the fairyland?"

"Blood flowed into rivers in the fairy world back then, and Venerable Burning Lamp did not know, why—"

"However, when the dragon fell into the devil, the heavens were indeed to blame..."

"This fairy, you can't say that. When the world was in crisis, the heavens had to summon the dragon to be born. Who would have thought of the many right and wrong that happened later?"

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Not only the immortals were in a mess, but even the Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform in the sky looked at Jiangchen together, with different expressions, and even the speed of chanting the Buddha's name revealed panic. Sakyamuni looked at Jiangchen, The tone was extremely painful.

"My lord, you have entered an obstacle, why don't you know your way back?"

Jiang Chen didn't answer, and even his expression didn't fluctuate at all, only Pei Yu next to him turned dark and said sharply, "Are you crazy!"

He was so angry that he didn't even add the title, Jiang Chen turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with fear.

"Yinglong saved the world twice, exorcising demons and suppressing demons, and never changing his compassionate heart even after death, can't he ascend?"

Pei Yu was caught off guard and was at a loss for words: "You—"

A fairy next to him couldn't hold back when he heard the words, and hurriedly retorted: "My lord's words are wrong. Those who are enchanted by demons cannot become immortals. This is an eternal iron law, not to mention the year when Yinglong slaughtered the fairyland—"

Jiang Chen didn't listen to him, and raised his hand, and the Demon Subduing Pestle approached in the distance, with blood on the tip of the pestle, making a slight humming.

He looked at the immortals headed by Pei Yu in front of him, his words were chilling to the bone.

"Ying Long dared to go straight to the Nine Levels and break through the fairy world, do you think I would not dare?"

This is a real face-off.

All the gods, Buddhas and immortals present fell silent in an instant, and there was a dead silence between the heaven and the earth, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

Pei Yu was a god of war in the heavens, and his face was extremely ugly at this moment, the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed half an inch, Pang Yuanzi was so frightened that his legs went limp, holding Pei Yu's hand that drew the knife, even his beard trembled.

"My lord, even if you insist on Xie Fengshu's ascension to become a fairy, but his soul is broken and he can't get together anymore. It is really impossible to extradite him!"

The mountain fire at Mingjingtai has been extinguished by all the immortals. In the darkness, the faint blue broken soul floats up and down, becoming the only light.

Jiang Chen looked at them and spoke in a deep voice.

"Heaven and earth cannot cross him, I will cross him."

The gods and Buddhas present were all taken aback when they heard the words, not knowing what the words meant, but they saw that the subduing magic pestle in Jiang Chen's hand had turned into a string of black Buddhist beads.Jiang Chen held the bead and raised his hand in front of him, closing his eyes slightly.

Not a moment later, a golden Buddha lotus suddenly appeared on his forehead.

The thousand-petal golden pattern of the lotus, like a living thing, bloomed between Jiang Chen's eyebrows, and the imprints ranged from shallow to deep. The Buddhist monks in the sky seemed to understand something, and there was a look of shock and bewilderment on their usually peaceful faces.

"Sir!"

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and Jin Lian broke away from his brow at the same time, and fell into the air, emitting a golden light.

Xie Fengshu's wandering souls seemed to be attracted by this lotus, and they came towards the lotus one after another, and wobbled into the stamens.It didn't take long for all the broken souls to be gathered back by this lotus flower.

When Xie Fengshu's last shattered soul fell into the flower, the originally stretched petals of the lotus slowly closed, and the golden light flourished, turning into a pure white Buddha lamp in midair.

The Buddha lamp is very small, without a wick, only one hand long, the whole body is as white as jade, without any decorations on the lamp body, only the lamp base is a nine-petal lotus flower, which vaguely looks like a golden lotus just now.

Pei Yu witnessed the whole process, and didn't know what Jiang Chen was up to. He turned to look at the other party, but saw that Jiang Chen's face was already pale and abnormal.

There was almost no blood on his face, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his gaze was still as deep as the sea, and when he raised his hand, the Buddha lamp fell into his hand.

Jiang Chen held the lamp in his left hand, and raised his right hand again.The Buddha string in his hand had fallen into his wrist, and his palm was dripping with blood at some point.

The expressions of the Buddhas in the sky turned from shock to sorrow, and they closed their eyes and chanted a long prayer.

"Amitabha!"

Amidst the mighty sound of the Buddha's chant, Jiang Chen put his right hand on the lampstand and watched a drop of blood fall into the wick.

He snorted lightly: "burn."

The Buddha lamp ignited in response to the sound, and the color of the lamp was like gold and blood, jumping in the sky and earth, piercing the boundless darkness.

Long night lights.

Although the Buddha lamp is small, it is bright and eye-catching. Everyone's eyes fell on this palm-sized Buddha lamp. After a while, they saw a faint blue shadow condensed on the lamp.

The shadow was not as long as the little finger, blurry, like a fish or a snake, wandering in the wick.Pang Yuanzi said in shock: "This is—"

It was a weak spirit that Xie Fengshu recondensed, which could dissipate at any time.

Jiang Chen looked at the vague shadow, and his cold expression suddenly softened.He was holding a lamp, and the candlelight illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, and the ice in his eyes seemed to be melted by this little candlelight, turning into a corner of moonlight.

In full view of everyone, he raised his head first and looked towards the back mountain of Sumeru.

Seeing this, everyone imitated him and looked over there together. As soon as they turned their heads, they all froze.

In the dark night, countless flying flowers came from the back mountain. They were so numerous that they almost covered the sky, and they arrived at the Mingjingtai in a blink of an eye.

The flower has five petals, white as snow, and shaped like a lotus.When everyone was stunned, someone stammered and shouted: "Yes, it's Wan Guchun!"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Guchun was like a lamp suddenly emitting a golden light, as if tens of thousands of lamps had been ignited in the long night.

The eternal spring with golden light slowly falls in front of the Buddha lamp, one after another, spread out, like a golden lotus step by step, reaching the nine heavens, like a long step, illuminating the long night like day, and breaking the dark clouds in the sky , Breaking out a skylight.

710 seven eternal springs ignited at the same time, taking steps to reach the sky, extradition and soaring.

Jiang Chen looked at this long step, and he couldn't help frowning, as if he was enduring great pain, but his tone was still cold.

"Today, I use the Buddha's bone as a lamp, and with my painstaking efforts, reunite Xie Fengshu's soul, light another ten thousand lamps, and extradite for nine days."

Everyone was so stunned that they lost their words, they could only watch Jiang Chen's eyes sweep over them, and his voice echoed in the mirror stage.

"From then on, Xie Fengshu ascended to the ninth level, and his past has disappeared. He will not be imprisoned in the old karma, nor will he fall into the sea of ​​suffering."

As if to confirm his words, the faint blue shadow in the Buddha lamp swam through the wick and finally came out from the lamp.It circled around the lamp in Jiang Chen's hand twice, followed the more than 1 eternal springs, and went up to Jiuchongtian.

It has just condensed into a strand of spirit, and its mind is in chaos. It just walks by intuition, passing through endless darkness, passing through howling winds, passing through vast lakes and seas, passing through continuous clouds and mist, and finally landed in a mountain, becoming There was a boy in white.

Standing on the cliff, surrounded by an endless sea of ​​clouds, without seeing the sun, Xie Fengshu's face was blank, and he took a step forward carefully, breaking the mist all over the place.

He stopped and turned his head again. There was still a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he could not see the way he came from or the way back.

Lingheng Xianjun Xie Fengshu, 100 years of nurturing spirits, 200 years of transformation, 300 years of ascension, forgetting the past.

The night of Xie Fengshu's ascension was witnessed by almost all the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Layer Three Heavens, but after that, no one mentioned it again.

The fairy world was forced to accept a fairy who had been in the devil for two lifetimes, and it was not a glorious thing for the Buddhist family to have a venerable who fell into the devil.So this matter became a taboo. Over time, even some immortals could not remember the scene at that time clearly. Although there were only three days, the Buddhas didn't say anything, but they still sighed in their hearts.

After all, Ran Deng was the ancient Buddha who created the world, and his fall was tantamount to a catastrophe for three days. Therefore, when all the Buddhas returned to the heaven after that night, they all left behind a little bit of their spiritual consciousness, which turned into a ghost on the wall of the Dharma hall. Relief stone statues of three thousand Buddhas.

Every three o'clock, a Buddhist cultivator's spiritual consciousness would wake up, look at the white-clothed monk in the Dharma Hall, and ask three times, "Jiangchen, do you regret it?"

As long as the other party says "repent", or nods their heads, three thousand Buddhas will come to the world at the same time, and extradite the former Venerable Burning Lamp to enter the Brahma Heaven.

At the beginning, Jiang Chen would answer "no regrets", but later on, sometimes he was too lazy to make a sound. He and Xie Fengshu have been together for a long time, and they always have a temper similar to each other.

He removed all the original long-burning lamps in the Dharma hall, leaving only a planner and the Buddha bone lotus lamp.

There are three thousand gods and Buddhas on the wall of the Dharma hall, with compassionate Dharma figures and angry eyes, but he put the lamp of Xie Fengshu's soul on the Ming hall, and in the center of the temple, it was his answer.

He let the heavens and Buddhas see together.

Since entering the mortal world, 700 years.

The karma is self-accepted, and there is no regret after nine deaths.

700 years is not a short time, even Xiaoxi seems to have come out of serious injuries and depression, and became the great monster of Mount Sumeru.He would visit Jiang Chen every 80 or [-] years, sometimes without saying a word, sometimes with a sneer and ridicule him: "Others have ascended to immortality, what are you waiting for at Mount Sumeru?"

Jiang Chen usually would not answer, his patience and gentleness were only given to Xie Fengshu.

For 700 years, Wanguchun bloomed and withered, the hawthorn forest bears fruit year after year, the vegetation withered and flourished, and all things rotated.Sometimes Jiang Chen felt as if he had been in the mountains for a long time, and sometimes he felt that a hundred years was just a moment.

Until a certain winter 700 years later, there was a heavy snowfall on Mount Sumeru, which lasted for three whole days, and all mountains were white between the sky and the earth.

On the night when the heavy snow stopped for the first time, the waning moon hung in the forest, and Jiang Chen meditated in the Dharma Hall.

There was no wind in the room, but the solitary lamp on the desk flickered slightly.

Jiang Chen felt something in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes in the long night.

Maybe this is the moment he's been waiting for.

Waiting for Wanguchun to bloom once every hundred years; Waiting for more than 25 Buddhas to question every night; Waiting for a heavy snowfall in Sumeru, someone will come on the snow in the forest under the moon, and say something to him from afar——

"I am Immortal Lord Lingheng, thank you Fengshu."

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