Chapter 190 Ashamed to see the Buddha, the Buddha is in my heart
The young monk stood up slowly, turned around, and revealed his ferocious bronze mask.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"Young monk from Wutai Mountain, since you know that I am behind you, you still dare to walk so far, aren't you afraid of death?"
Faced with such a terrifying scene, Master Angmu remained unfazed.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The Faceless Master is too shy to see the Buddha. The young monk wants to ask the great monk for Buddhist teachings, so he has no choice but to stay away from the temple."
The words of the leader of Luohan Hall made Gui Buddha Wumian stunned for a moment, and then he laughed even more crazily.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"Interesting! You are very interesting!"
"Although the poor monk is ashamed to see the Buddha, he still has the Buddha in his heart!"
"Since you want to talk about Buddhist scriptures, then come over!"
After saying these words, Ghost Buddha Faceless turned around to see the broken ancient Buddha on the side, and sat cross-legged.
The moment he put down the dagger and threw away the blood-stained letter, he was clearly a virtuous monk.
But the bronze mask on his face is particularly dazzling.
No ghosts or Buddhas were seen speaking, and a loud chanting sound rang out in the air.
Seeing this, Master Numu chanted the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The faceless great monk is generous in teaching me, and the young monk is honored to do so."
Walking barefoot in the snow, I slowly walked to the ghost Buddha and sat cross-legged, reciting scriptures with him.
As a result, such a strange scene appeared in the Hinoki Mountain:
The blood moon is in the sky, and the wind is blowing.
Under the blood moon, a dilapidated ancient Buddha looked particularly desolate.
In front of the ancient Buddha, there is a ghost face and an eminent monk sitting among the bones and the smelly blood.
The Sanskrit sounds are solemn, like morning bells and evening drums, echoing throughout the mountain.
The spiritual animals in the mountains, ranging from squirrels and birds to tigers, leopards and jackals, all come after hearing the sound.
He knelt down and worshiped the ghost Buddha, glared at the two eminent monks from afar, and listened devoutly.
There are also lonely souls and wild ghosts, and strange and strange spirits come after them.
Just like animals, they kneel down quietly and receive the baptism of Buddhism.
At this moment, life and death are no longer in opposition;
Ghosts and Buddhas are like one body.
Everything looks strangely balanced.
After a while, the host of Jinguang Temple and Master Kongchan came slowly.
Behind him were a group of young monks.
Master Kongchan didn't say much and went straight to the broken ancient Buddha statue.
With ghosts and Buddhas, two great monks with angry eyes sit cross-legged in the shape of the Chinese character.
The young monks took out wooden fish and rosary beads and sat on the snow from a distance.
The sound of chanting is even louder...
After half a stick of incense, the white bones in front of the ancient Buddha began to glow with a faint golden light.
The smelly blood no longer surged, but slowly disappeared.
Ghost Buddha Faceless even unconsciously reached out to touch the bronze mask on his face.
It looked like he was trying to take it off his face.
Seeing this, Kong Chan's face became even more compassionate;
His angry face became more solemn.
But at this moment, a bald man suddenly appeared not far away.
Holding two black clay pots.
He seemed like a walking corpse, with sloping shoulders and stretched hips.
Using an extremely weird posture, he walked little by little towards Ghost Buddha Faceless.
The small animals and ghosts who were listening to the sutra seemed to be unable to see the bald head, and they still knelt down and worshiped quietly.
Master Kong Chan was alert, chanting sutras non-stop, and gently waved his sleeves.
A faint Buddha's light splashed directly towards the twisted bald head.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The donor died in vain. He should have stopped menstruating and been freed early."
The moment the Buddha's light touched the bald head, it was blocked by a layer of black light emitted from his body.
He still moved towards Guifo Wumian unconsciously.