The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu didn't want to kill Huijing yet, so he made a move.The whole world became colder. In this coldness, Zhang Zhihe became more sober and more at ease. He returned to Shen Zhongyu's side, holding his sword on guard, watching the ground change from soft snow mixed with mud to a seemingly complete land. Unbreakable ice.

The cold ice spread from under the feet, and the ghost that was still hitting the mask was frozen in an instant, and the hideous face was glowing with a faint blue color in the ice layer.Startled by the cold, Huijing turned her head to look at Shen Zhongyu, and shouted: "No." Shen Zhongyu glanced at her and smiled slightly, which looked like a treasure of compassion, and then they heard rustling Turning around, I saw an indescribable spectacle: from under the frozen ice, there were vines with green leaves stubbornly lifting the ice, drilling up, lingering upwards, Soon the white ice layer was wrapped into tender green, and the crystal snow set off the delicate green, as if the plum blossoms had not yet bloomed but the god of spring had arrived.The whole scene looked beautiful and strange.

But soon, the green leaves fell, leaving only withered vines, instantly returning to the bleak winter scene, but Huijing heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this scene, her eyes were inexplicably excited, and she tremblingly said: "Maha Manshu Shahua .”

Long Zi looked at her strangely when he heard this word he had hardly heard before.Huijing didn't seem to notice anything, but she was still trembling with excitement, and said: "Maha Manshushahua! The Buddha has spoken this sutra, sitting in lotus position, entering the samadhi of immeasurable righteousness, and not moving his body and mind, it's raining Mandurahua, Maha Mandurahua, Manjusawa, Maha Mandurasawa..." Almost inarticulately reciting a long series of scriptures, his chest heaved violently, as if the next moment Will fall down due to over-excitement.

Long Zi didn't understand half of what he heard, and soon he couldn't even listen to Huijing's scriptures, and just concentrated on watching the dignified and thrilling scene in front of him.The leaves that fell on the ground quickly curled up and turned yellow under the cold, but another decoration emerged on the vines, like stars, little by little, each flower slowly unfolded its bright red petals.

The red of this flower is the flowing blood, the beating fire, the entangled hatred, and the ignited resentment.The delicate petals are closely connected, forming a shocking but flowing crimson.This red flowed like a river, along the frozen ice layer, dyeing the desolate and lonely world of ice and snow into a place of flames.

Huijing bent down in awe, fell on the ground, chanted the names of Buddha and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and watched with tears streaming down her face as the ghost, whose face was originally blurred due to resentment, re-entered reincarnation under the guidance of Bianhua.The originally heavy resentment and lifelessness became Manjusawa's best nourishment, which made Manjusawa more and more red and dazzling.

Shen Zhongyu stood in the middle and watched all this, and couldn't help but look at the sky with some sense of loss. Since then, there was no ghost crying in the forest, and he called Zhang Zhihe, who was watching in a daze, and said, "Is it good?" For some reason, Zhang Zhihe Although he didn't understand anything, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Feeling a little relieved, he slowed down and replied: "I don't understand, but I know that it's not just good-looking. I only feel that there are great merciful things, but I don't care about them." know what it is."

Huijing came back to her senses, and said: "Of course not." She stood up and looked at Shen Zhongyu with a strange expression. Why can he use Buddhist methods so skillfully?Isn't he a big devil?How come you are so familiar with Buddhist practice?This is Maha Manjusawa!

Shen Zhongyu thought for a while and said, "Have you ever been to Netherland?"

"Never."

"I've been there. On the Naihe Bridge, you can see these flowers on the edge of Huangquan. These flowers can dispel grievances and eradicate sins, and they can't be used here." Just as he finished speaking, they were still in full bloom. The blooming flowers began to fall one after another, and the petals shrank and curled up, gradually disappearing into the air like smoke.

Along with the disappearance of the other shore flowers, there were ghosts that were crowded together, as well as corpses buried in the depths of the ghost crying forest.But within a few breaths, the red flowers fell, the ice melted and the snow melted, and even the gloomy mist that had covered the forest and blocked the sun also dissipated.The sun shone in through the gaps between the branches and leaves, dispelling the chill from everyone.

Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, Huijing took a step forward, bowed down in front of Shen Zhongyu, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the Dharma." Refers to the materialized form, transforming so many Maha Manjusawa, and leading so many dead souls into samsara.Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, even if he was originally a devil, after being influenced by the Buddha, he is still a virtuous and eminent monk.

The corners of Shen Zhongyu's eyes twitched, but she put her hands behind her back and said seriously: "If you see me with your looks and beg me with your voice, you are walking in an evil way and cannot see the Tathagata. Do you still want to worship?" Hearing: "The self-nature is not lost, it can be seen that Manjusri, you take me as your guru, where is my guru?" Huijing was silent when she heard the words, and said after a long time: "Thank you benefactor for enlightenment." stand up.

Shen Zhongyu glanced at her and said, "Let's go."

Before he could go far, there was a thunderbolt from the sky, and the rain fell, washing the whole forest.After the rain, they heard the chirping of insects for the first time after they had been in the forest for a long time, which made the forest lush and peaceful.

Zhang Zhihe looked up and saw the clear blue sky from among the branches and leaves, he let out a long breath and said, "Sir, I never imagined that you would have such views on Buddhism." "That's because I have dealt too much with Buddhism." Shen Zhongyu smiled Said, "I also tried to mix into Yunlin Temple, the affiliated courtyard of Tiantai Sect, and worked as a little novice monk for a while."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe couldn't help but take a closer look at Shen Zhongyu, and said, "I don't know what Mister would look like in cassock."

"Want to see it?" Shen Zhongyu whispered a few words in his ear.Then Zhang Zhihe's face became hot from his rascal's words, he squeezed his hand hard, and said let's go on the road.

Huijing looked at them so tired from behind, although she had learned to ignore them long ago, she said: "Senior Shen, these dead souls have all entered reincarnation."

Shen Zhongyu let go of Zhang Zhihe, who was still a little shy, and said back, "Naturally. They have served me for so many years anyway, and I won't let them not even enter reincarnation."

"Serving?" Huijing was a little stunned when she heard this.

Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu smiled and said, "They are my most obedient servants and my most loyal guards. I may not trust others, but I will always trust them." Zhang Zhihe held Shen Zhongyu's hand tightly when he heard this, Said: "Sir." Then he couldn't speak anymore, although the journey of immortality is vast, only he walks alone, but Zhang Zhihe never thought that he could only be with demons and ghosts, and Mr. up.

Shen Zhongyu felt Zhang Zhihe's distress, and decided not to tell him that in his previous life, he lived a life of extravagance, seeing the most beautiful scenery, drinking the strongest wine, sobering up to power, and drunkenly embracing beauties.

After getting rid of the most important residents of Ghost Crying Forest, the monsters who originally lived with the dead souls felt the resentment in the forest dissipate, and became more active.From time to time, they heard mandrills wailing, strange birds wailing, and insidious poisonous snakes on the treetops eyeing fresh flesh and blood.In fact, even the inconspicuous vines on the ground may be alive, and they will wrap around their legs at any time, pull people to the ground, and become the blood food of bloodthirsty plants.

They could only walk cautiously and step by step. Shen Zhongyu opened the way himself, flying up and down with a measuring stick, and shot to death all the beasts who dared to peep at them on the road ahead, explaining: "Here, you can only be more vicious than them. to survive."

Zhang Zhihe looked at Shen Zhongyu with a strange expression on his face, and asked, "May I ask, sir, how did your disciples come to see you back then?" Still passing through this weird forest?What a test.

Shen Zhongyu said: "I will open a way for them."

At the beginning, from the palace where Shen Zhongyu lived, to the outside of Guiwai Forest, there was a path in the forest where only one person walked, cutting the Guiwai Forest like a knife.The ground on the trail was black, as black as congealed blood, and on both sides of the trail was thick white mist.

People walking on the path can hear mournful calls from the white mist, angry roars and even soft whispers, tempting people to deviate from the correct path, or to look over their heads to have a look.But once they enter the dense fog, they will soon forget their purpose, go farther and farther, and then wander in the secluded forest, their flesh and blood being torn apart by the angry undead, leaving only their souls Become the sleepless and loyal guard of Jiuyou Patriarch.

After Zhang Zhihe listened to Shen Zhongyu's description, he paused and said: "It's really not easy to be a disciple of Mr. Shen." Shen Zhongyu chuckled, lowered his voice slightly, looking soft and gloomy, and said: "Those fools who act recklessly, Cowards who want to resist me but only dare to do small tricks, and fools who are not good at learning, are not qualified to come to see me." Zhang Zhihe only felt a chill from his bones, and looked up at the deep forest , the goosebumps on my body can't be suppressed no matter what, countless people have died here, not only the enemies of Patriarch Jiuyou, but also his disciples.Being vicious to the enemy may not be so gentle to his followers.what about me?Zhang Zhihe couldn't help but began to doubt this, how long can I get his mercy?He tried his best to calm down the throbbing in his heart, and wanted to ask questions, but in the end he had nothing to say.

Shen Zhongyu clenched his hand, feeling the cold sweat on his palm, feeling a little sad in his heart, he was afraid, is it time to pull back?

But in this dense forest where the sun is out and there is no escape, they still have to move on.At night, in the dark, the monsters in the forest became more active, and they found a secluded place, and they also stopped to rest.Shen Zhongyu hugged Zhang Zhihe tightly into his arms, buried him on his shoulder, and remained silent all night.