Chapter 1417 Sanskrit Sound, Sanskrit Seal, Buddha’s Light, Resurrection from the Dead
"Huh? Sanskrit sound? Sanskrit seal? Buddha's light? Could it be that this Holy Spirit Sect is related to the former Jinchan Temple and is also a member of the Buddhist sect?"
"It's hard to say that the Buddhist sect has always been mysterious. Taoism has great power, so the Buddhist sect may not have no strong people. Such continuous and pure chanting is at least enough to show that this Holy Spirit Sect saint has great attainments in Buddhist skills and Dharma."
"But since the Holy Spirit Sect has Buddhist origins, we can clearly explain why...it is said to be an instruction from an immortal?"
"As the saying goes, the path of cultivation leads to the same goal. Become an immortal or become a Buddha. No one knows what the scenery will be like when you reach the end of the immortal road. Besides, if an immortal comes to the world and tries to save the world, he may not care about his guidance.
Those who cultivate immortality, or those who cultivate Buddhism."
"The most important thing is that this person obviously has the power to stimulate Buddhism with his true energy, and he must be practicing both Buddhism and Taoism. Then... this Holy Spirit Sect is very likely to be between Buddhism and Taoism, and both can be accepted!"
"Yes, what the two fellow Taoists said does have some truth to it."
"If the Holy Spirit Sect really has Buddhist origins, it will be able to demonstrate the means of bringing people back to life. It would not be wrong for them to lead them to fight against those evil spirits and ghost cultivators and try to break the darkness!"
…
The sound of chanting continued continuously. The holy lady of the Holy Spirit Cult just showed off her methods. Before she actually took action, many monks present began to have a different impression of the Holy Spirit Cult and their mentality changed.
In the world of cultivating immortals, most monks dislike the teachings of Buddhism. However, orthodox Buddhist cultivators often have strict precepts and belong to the righteous path.
Compared with the sect forces whose origins are unknown, it is undoubtedly easier for the monks present to accept it.
Listening to the chatter mixed with the chanting, Su Twelve frowned slightly, and his face became obviously more solemn at this moment.
"This continuous Sanskrit sound, at first glance, does have a calming and peaceful effect."
"But the Sanskrit sounds are clearly mixed with a weird tone that is difficult to detect, just like the evil practice of charming, with the hidden intention of bewitching people's hearts. Unless you have a good understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, it would be extremely difficult to detect this."
"And those who hear the sound, if their cultivation level and concentration are insufficient, will easily be affected by this Buddha's sound without knowing it."
"What a silent way to moisturize things! What a Holy Spirit Cult!!! No wonder... no wonder the monks who came here before were willing to join the Holy Spirit Cult. I am afraid that their mental judgment is also affected to a large extent by this Sanskrit sound."
"The Holy Spirit Cult came from Cangshan, and Cangshan is an important place for sealing demons in the world of immortality. Could it be said that... it is the result of the operation of the demon under the seal of demons? But there is no trace of demonic aura in either this place or the saint of the Holy Spirit Cult.
It seems that if we want to verify it, we have to find a way to invite Lin Wuyou to come and help."
Su Twelve thought secretly.
On the road of cultivating immortality, he read thousands of books, and even conducted considerable research on Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.
In the blink of an eye, you can hear many subtle details in this Sanskrit sound that other monks cannot detect.
But he didn't alert anyone, and his face remained completely expressionless.
He recited Buddhist sutras silently in his heart, and the true energy in his body circulated even faster, quietly dissolving the subtle influence of the Sanskrit sounds.
Sanskrit sounds echoed through the mountains and forests, and there were more and more Sanskrit seals in the sky.
Within a moment, among the Brahma seals that filled the sky, drops of golden light were like falling rain, heading straight to Fenglingyou's location.
Halfway up the mountain, Fengling Youyao felt something. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, listened to the sound echoing in his ears, and completely relaxed his mind.
Drops of golden light fell, flooding his body
There were ripples, and there were bursts of mysterious and mysterious pure and holy aura.
As the breath circulated, in Fenglingyou's mind, every detail of his meeting and acquaintance with his beloved wife, and then their long-term stay together, flashed over and over uncontrollably like a horse watching a flower.
Memories of the past emerged in his mind, echoing every moment of his past with his lover. Unknowingly, the crystal light of lightning slipped quietly from two places in Fenglingyou's eyes.
The golden raindrops continued, and among the crowd, there were also several obscure spiritual consciousnesses protruding out, surrounding the golden rain, not only observing, but also preparing to take action at any time.
The Saint Holy Spirit Church just pretends to be ignorant of all this.
Concentrate on casting spells and reciting mantras, the Buddha's light emanates from the whole body, vaguely, as if in concrete form, a majestic but strange-looking virtual Buddha statue with a ferocious expression is looming.
For a full hour, the virtual image of the Buddha was almost completely solid.
Suddenly, the space fluctuated.
The delicate body of the holy lady of the Holy Spirit shuddered, and the aura that was constantly tumbling around her body suddenly shrank and disappeared.
Under the white gauze, the face could also be seen to the naked eye, turning pale.
He looked like he was exhausted and exhausted.
The breath disappeared, the movements of the hands stopped suddenly, the Buddha's light on his body disappeared in an instant, and the looming Buddha statues around him also completely dissipated.
The sky was full of Brahma seals, and the continuous Sanskrit sounds slowly dispersed.
And halfway up the mountain, as the last drop of golden rain fell, Feng Lingyou, who was lost in memories, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of bright red blood spilled out.
At this moment, I felt as if my soul had been stripped away, and my face suddenly turned ferocious, showing an expression of extreme pain.
The pain lasted only a moment, but to him, it seemed like ten thousand years.
Beads of sweat continued to fall from his forehead. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of Feng Lingyou's hair turned gray, and his aura declined to the extreme.
Not only does he look weak, but he also looks as if he is dozens of years older. Compared with just now, he looks completely different.
But at this moment, few of the people present paid attention to Fengling You.
The focus of attention was almost entirely on the ice coffin behind Fengling You and the woman lying in it.
The end of the Saint Holy Spirit's spellcasting means that... things should come to an end.
In the ice coffin, the woman was still lying motionless. From the beginning to the end, there was no sign of life flowing around her.
"Fellow Taoist, Dai'er..."
Seeing this scene, Fenglingyou couldn't care less about his poor condition at the moment. He only glanced at it and hurriedly raised his head to look up at the Holy Spirit Sect saint in the sky.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Feng, this casting went smoothly. I'm at least 70% sure that my wife is fine!"
Before he finished speaking, the holy lady of the Holy Spirit Sect waved her hand, and immediately a burst of true energy fell from the sky, slowly pushing open the lid of the ice coffin.
The moment the ice coffin lid was opened, the golden rain that had fallen on Fenglingyou suddenly reappeared out of thin air.
Waves of breeze blew, and the golden rain and wind rose up from Lingyou's body, intertwining to form a golden spring. It turned into a golden arc in the sky, dropped into the ice coffin, and submerged into the woman's body.
In a moment, the golden spring completely disappeared.
The woman who had lost all her life, with only her body remaining, first moved her fingers slightly, and then her eyelashes trembled.
A few breaths later, he suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his eyes in disbelief, and looked at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him in astonishment. "Huh? Sanskrit sound? Sanskrit seal? Buddha's light? Is this Holy Spirit Sect the same as the former Jin Zen?
Is he related to the temple and is he a member of the Buddhist sect?"
"It's hard to say that the Buddhist sect has always been mysterious. Taoism has great power, so the Buddhist sect may not have no strong people. Such continuous and pure chanting is at least enough to show that this Holy Spirit Sect saint has great attainments in Buddhist skills and Dharma."
"But since the Holy Spirit Sect has Buddhist origins, we can clearly explain why...it is said to be an instruction from an immortal?"
"As the saying goes, the path of cultivation leads to the same goal. Become an immortal or become a Buddha. No one knows what the scenery will be like when you reach the end of the immortal road. Besides, if an immortal comes to the world and tries to save the world, he may not care about his guidance.
Those who cultivate immortality, or those who cultivate Buddhism."
"The most important thing is that this person obviously has the power to stimulate Buddhism with his true energy, and he must be practicing both Buddhism and Taoism. Then... this Holy Spirit Sect is very likely to be between Buddhism and Taoism, and both can be accepted!"
"Yes, what the two fellow Taoists said does have some truth to it."
"If the Holy Spirit Sect really has Buddhist origins, it will be able to demonstrate the means of bringing people back to life. It would not be wrong for them to lead them to fight against those evil spirits and ghost cultivators and try to break the darkness!"
…
The sound of chanting continued continuously. The holy lady of the Holy Spirit Cult just showed off her methods. Before she actually took action, many monks present began to have a different impression of the Holy Spirit Cult and their mentality changed.
In the world of cultivating immortals, most monks dislike the teachings of Buddhism. However, orthodox Buddhist cultivators often have strict precepts and belong to the righteous path.
Compared with the sect forces whose origins are unknown, it is undoubtedly easier for the monks present to accept it.
Listening to the chatter mixed with the chanting, Su Twelve frowned slightly, and his face became obviously more solemn at this moment.
"This continuous Sanskrit sound, at first glance, does have a calming and peaceful effect."
"But the Sanskrit sounds are clearly mixed with a weird tone that is difficult to detect, just like the evil practice of charming, with the hidden intention of bewitching people's hearts. Unless you have a good understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, it would be extremely difficult to detect this."
"And those who hear the sound, if their cultivation level and concentration are insufficient, will easily be affected by this Buddha's sound without knowing it."
"What a silent way to moisturize things! What a Holy Spirit Cult!!! No wonder... no wonder the monks who came here before were willing to join the Holy Spirit Cult. I am afraid that their mental judgment is also affected to a large extent by this Sanskrit sound."
"The Holy Spirit Cult came from Cangshan, and Cangshan is an important place for sealing demons in the world of immortality. Could it be said that... it is the result of the operation of the demon under the seal of demons? But there is no trace of demonic aura in either this place or the saint of the Holy Spirit Cult.
It seems that if we want to verify it, we have to find a way to invite Lin Wuyou to come and help."
Su Twelve thought secretly.
On the road of cultivating immortality, he read thousands of books, and even conducted considerable research on Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.
In the blink of an eye, you can hear many subtle details in this Sanskrit sound that other monks cannot detect.
But he didn't alert anyone, and his face remained completely expressionless.
He recited Buddhist sutras silently in his heart, and the true energy in his body circulated even faster, quietly dissolving the subtle influence of the Sanskrit sounds.
Sanskrit sounds echoed through the mountains and forests, and there were more and more Sanskrit seals in the sky.
Within a moment, among the Brahma seals that filled the sky, drops of golden light were like falling rain, heading straight to Fenglingyou's location.
Halfway up the mountain, Fengling Youyao felt something. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, listened to the sound echoing in his ears, and completely relaxed his mind.
Drops of golden light fell, flooding his body
There were ripples, and there were bursts of mysterious and mysterious pure and holy aura.
As the breath circulated, in Fenglingyou's mind, every detail of his meeting and acquaintance with his beloved wife, and then their long-term stay together, flashed over and over uncontrollably like a horse watching a flower.
Memories of the past emerged in his mind, echoing every moment of his past with his lover. Unknowingly, the crystal light of lightning slipped quietly from two places in Fenglingyou's eyes.
The golden raindrops continued, and among the crowd, there were also several obscure spiritual consciousnesses protruding out, surrounding the golden rain, not only observing, but also preparing to take action at any time.
The Saint Holy Spirit Church just pretends to be ignorant of all this.
Concentrate on casting spells and reciting mantras, the Buddha's light emanates from the whole body, vaguely, as if in concrete form, a majestic but strange-looking virtual Buddha statue with a ferocious expression is looming.
For a full hour, the virtual image of the Buddha was almost completely solid.
Suddenly, the space fluctuated.
The delicate body of the holy lady of the Holy Spirit shuddered, and the aura that was constantly tumbling around her body suddenly shrank and disappeared.
Under the white gauze, the face could also be seen to the naked eye, turning pale.
He looked like he was exhausted and exhausted.
The breath disappeared, the movements of the hands stopped suddenly, the Buddha's light on his body disappeared in an instant, and the looming Buddha statues around him also completely dissipated.
The sky was full of Brahma seals, and the continuous Sanskrit sounds slowly dispersed.
And halfway up the mountain, as the last drop of golden rain fell, Feng Lingyou, who was lost in memories, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of bright red blood spilled out.
At this moment, I felt as if my soul had been stripped away, and my face suddenly turned ferocious, showing an expression of extreme pain.
The pain lasted only a moment, but to him, it seemed like ten thousand years.
Beads of sweat continued to fall from his forehead. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of Feng Lingyou's hair turned gray, and his aura declined to the extreme.
Not only does he look weak, but he also looks as if he is dozens of years older. Compared with just now, he looks completely different.
But at this moment, few of the people present paid attention to Fengling You.
The focus of attention was almost entirely on the ice coffin behind Fengling You and the woman lying in it.
The end of the Saint Holy Spirit's spellcasting means that... things should come to an end.
In the ice coffin, the woman was still lying motionless. From the beginning to the end, there was no sign of life flowing around her.
"Fellow Taoist, Dai'er..."
Seeing this scene, Fenglingyou couldn't care less about his poor condition at the moment. He only glanced at it and hurriedly raised his head to look up at the Holy Spirit Sect saint in the sky.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Feng, this casting went smoothly. I'm at least 70% sure that my wife is fine!"
Before he finished speaking, the holy lady of the Holy Spirit Sect waved her hand, and immediately a burst of true energy fell from the sky, slowly pushing open the lid of the ice coffin.
The moment the ice coffin lid was opened, the golden rain that had fallen on Fenglingyou suddenly reappeared out of thin air.
Waves of breeze blew, and the golden rain and wind rose up from Lingyou's body, intertwining to form a golden spring. It turned into a golden arc in the sky, dropped into the ice coffin, and submerged into the woman's body.
In a moment, the golden spring completely disappeared.
The woman who had lost all her life, with only her body remaining, first moved her fingers slightly, and then her eyelashes trembled.
After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his eyes in disbelief, and looked at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him in astonishment.