Jinguang Temple is located on Jinguang Mountain, thirty-five miles southwest of Anning County.
Three eminent monks from Wutai Mountain said goodbye to Master Kongchan and walked all the way down the mountain.
I saw their monks' clothes fluttering, the wind blowing under their feet, and their speed was extremely fast.
But there are only shallow marks left on the snow, like a bird passing by, or like a dragonfly touching the water.
As mentioned before, the darkness before dawn is the most depressing.
The monks of Mount Wutai were walking halfway up the mountain when they suddenly felt that the scene in front of them changed, as if they had suddenly entered another world.
Everything around him showed a strange dark red color.
The rotten stench permeates the air.
A dilapidated ancient temple (note: ancient temple) appeared in front of three old monks.
The fishy wind bursts.
Amid the gusts of fishy wind, a figure was seen wearing a red monk's robe and a ferocious bronze mask;
Holding a shining black dagger in his right hand and a blood-stained letter in his left hand, the young monk sat cross-legged in the middle of the gate of the ancient temple.
The three old monks immediately stopped, with solemn faces, and stood in front of and behind the finished glyph.
The leader, the old monk, put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The person in front is a ghostly Buddhist monk?!"
The young monk stood up suddenly, and the strong smell of blood hit his face.
The dagger in his hand pointed at the old monk from Mount Wutai.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"I didn't expect that thousands of years have passed, and you, the Wutai Mountains, are still thinking about me!"
When the three old monks saw each other admitting, their faces became more solemn.
Since ancient times, the demonic forces have been incompatible, and there is no need to say anything when they meet each other:
The two old monks at the back immediately sat down on the ground, took out wooden fish, beat them, and recited the "Ksitigarbha's Sutra of Conquering Demons" loudly.
There was a loud sound of Sanskrit sounds between heaven and earth, and white lotuses appeared hiddenly.
The old monk at the front shattered the rosary beads in his hand and struck at the ghosts and Buddhas without face.
There are words in his mouth:
"Namo Amitabha."
"I have always lived in the first place. As soon as I heard this mantra, I transcended to the eighth place."
"My heart is always happy, so I swear the oath."
"If I can bring peace and happiness to all sentient beings in the future, I will be born with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes."
"Having made this vow, in due course you will be equipped with thousands of hands and thousands of eyes."
The rosary beads that were played out were blessed by the Dharani Mantra of Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes of Indestructible Compassion, and bursts of golden Buddha light appeared.
Facing the attack, the ghost Buddha Wu Mian in front of the ancient temple still refused to dodge.
As if he didn't notice anything, he stood there quietly.
The white lotus formed by the old monk's scriptures fell to the head of the ghost Buddha, as if being held by invisible hands, and could no longer fall;
The golden rosary that came towards me was spinning and spinning, and suddenly stopped half a meter in front of the ghost Buddha, unable to move any further.
Ghost Buddha has no face and is calm and unhurried:
Reach out and pluck the white lotus on your head, gently place it under your feet;
Just like Buddha picking up flowers, he re-threads the eighteen rosary beads spinning in front of him into a string and hangs them around his neck.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"You three young monks are indeed proficient in Buddhism, and I admire you very much!"
"It's a pity..."
"It's a pity that you are from Mount Wutai!"
"The monks in Wutai Mountain will all die!!!"
After Ghost Buddha Wu Mian finished speaking, the smelly blood kept pouring out from the gate of the ancient temple.
Like a river of blood, it flowed along the stone steps to the feet of the three old monks in the blink of an eye.
"not good!"
The three enlightened monks all exclaimed, and just as they were about to take action, they felt a sudden and severe pain in their throats.
Then he slowly fell into the flowing river of blood.
They are not dead, they just cannot control their bodies.
Can't speak or move.
But the feeling is several times sharper than usual.
Ghost Buddha Faceless stood coldly in front of the three old monks, the black dagger in his hand dripping with blood.
Behind the terrifying bronze mask, a pair of scarlet eyes were filled with malice.
"Mount Wutai! Mount Wutai!!!"
"Sooner or later, one day, I will kill all your Buddhist descendants!"
With crazy roars, Ghost Buddha Faceless pounced on the bodies of the three old monks, gnawing crazily.
Blood, flesh, internal organs, and severed arms were everywhere.
That way, it is even more cruel than a wild beast in the mountains that has been hungry for half a month.
At dawn the next day, the pilgrims who went to Jinguang Mountain to pay homage to the Buddha only saw pieces of clothes, broken bones, and a letter of recommendation soaked in blood for thousands of years.