Chapter 038: Ten Thousand People Carry Coffins and Summon Heroic Spirits
Li Xiang clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, reciting the mantra of rebirth.
Behind him are tens of thousands of soldiers, wearing military uniforms and with white ribbons wrapped around their arms.
Carrying tens of thousands of coffins.
Thousands of citizens, dressed in black, stood quietly on both sides of the street.
Silence, depression, sadness.
The wail of the death knell resounded over the entire Yangcheng city.
In the central hospital, bedridden patients struggled to get up with the support of their family members, enduring the pain, bowing their heads in silence. In the operating room, the seriously injured soldier who had just been pushed in, even though he was given anesthesia, still shed two lines of tears.
In Red Star Kindergarten, the children stopped playing. Even the most naughty children followed the teacher, quietly lowering their heads and clenching their little fists.
On various streets, pedestrians stopped, vehicles stopped, and drivers got out of their cars, bowing their heads in silence.
In the textile factory in the north of the city, dozens of workers stood beside the machines with their heads lowered.
…
at this time.
Throughout Yangcheng, factories were suspended, schools were closed, vehicles were honking, and 300,000 people, no matter where they were, all stood up and bowed their heads in silence.
In my ears, the death knell tolls.
Weeping and complaining.
Yesterday, 18,603 soldiers died in Yangcheng.
There are four city walls in the southeast, northwest and four teams, carrying coffins one after another, like a torrent, along the long street towards the Martyrs Cemetery in the center of the city.
Three minutes later.
The knell stops.
But people still refused to leave.
They might stay in front of the TV and watch the live broadcast.
Or run downstairs and join the funeral procession.
More and more people are gathering towards the long street.
In the textile factory workshop, Deng Mei's exclamation suddenly sounded: "Xiulian, look, is that your baby?"
The moment of silence had just passed, and everyone was still immersed in a feeling of sadness. Deng Mei's startled look made the workers a little unhappy.
But they still subconsciously turned to look at the TV.
Xu Xiulian was completely stunned.
On live TV, I saw a young man wearing bright yellow monk robes walking at the front of the funeral procession.
"this……"
"Isn't this that boy Li Xiang? Why is he there?"
"Is this a monk?"
Colleagues were talking a lot.
Xu Xiulian's head was a mess.
At this time, the door of the workshop opened, and several returnees in uniforms walked in, showed their ID badges from the City Lord's Mansion, and said respectfully: "Mrs. Xu, the City Lord invites you to a banquet."
…
Li Xiang recited the mantra of rebirth and led tens of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of coffins through the long street to the Martyrs Cemetery in the city center.
The Martyrs Cemetery is built on the mountain.
This mountain is called Yingling Mountain.
Buried in the mountain are all heroes and martyrs.
Four funeral processions from the southeast, northwest and northwest all came to the foot of the mountain.
Outside the cemetery, more than 100,000 people have gathered.
It was a huge area of darkness with no end in sight.
More than 100,000 people stood in silence.
There was a faint sound of sobbing.
The people present, no matter how sad they were, did not dare to cry loudly for fear of disturbing the souls of the fallen heroes.
Nie Zhuyin gritted her teeth and her eyes were red. On her shoulders, she carried the coffin of Dongcheng Defense Force Commander Wu Yuesheng.
Ma Zhiyuan carried the coffin of his best friend and raised his head to prevent tears from flowing out.
Luo Heng pressed his right hand on the coffin, his voice choked with sobs, "Old Huang, walk slowly."
The funeral processions from the four defense zones of east, west, south and north were combined into one.
They accompanied Paoze through the last part of the journey.
"put!"
An officer shouted an order.
Bang bang bang!
Hundreds of salute guns fired into the sky.
Thousands of soldiers fired their guns into the sky.
More than 10,000 coffins were placed in the cemetery.
The entire Yingling Mountain was silent.
"Nammo Amitabha Night."
"Duo Taka Duo Ye, Duo Di Ye him."
Faintly, a voice sounded.
This voice is getting louder and clearer.
There is a certain rhythm in this sound, which makes people feel a touch of sadness and parting.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A young man with short hair, wearing bright yellow monk's robes, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, reciting Buddhist scriptures.
It was Li Xiang.
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by more than 100,000 people present.
As he continued to recite the Rebirth Mantra, a faint halo appeared on Li Xiang's body.
The halo continued to grow larger and spread out in all directions.
People narrowed their eyes slightly.
Then he saw a huge Buddha statue slowly condensed into the halo.
Just yesterday, this huge Buddha statue appeared outside the east city wall, like a furious-eyed Vajra, killing a hundred thousand ferocious beasts.
But now, the fierce anger on the Buddha's face has disappeared. Instead, his eyebrows are lowered and his eyes are lowered, showing compassion.
Seeing this, many people knelt down and worshiped.
The sound of Buddha surrounds Yingling Mountain.
At the same time, it spread to the entire Yangcheng.
The entire Yangcheng was enveloped in the sound of Buddha.
City Lord's Mansion.
Su Bing looked in the direction of Yingling Mountain and was inexplicably shocked.
Ye Chen felt the powerful aura contained in this Buddhist sound, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "Is that boy really the second level?"
Downstairs, Xu Xiulian followed the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion and was walking through the courtyard towards the banquet hall.
She suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the huge Buddha statue, her face full of disbelief: "This voice is my son speaking."
In the Yingling Mountain Square, the huge golden body of Fudo Myoyo almost covers the entire square.
More than 100,000 people watched this scene in shock.
But the next moment.
The Buddha's voice suddenly disappeared.
In Li Xiang's mouth, he softly uttered the mantra of Tantric Buddhism.
"Nan."
The thumb of his right hand presses on the middle finger and ring finger.
"Three Manduo defeats and defeats Luo Bao."
Stretch out the index finger of your right hand and raise it up against the left palm.
"fierce"
The five fingers of the left hand are stretched out like a flame.
Behind him lies the golden body of Immovable King Dharma, making the same movements as him.
This is the ninth of the fourteen fundamental seals of Fudo Myoyo: the flame seal.
As the hand seals are formed, karmic fires are born in the tomb coffin.
The karma is burning, but I can only feel the cold air.
And the karma fire slowly changed its shape and turned into a human form.
As time passes, the facial features of the person transformed by Karmic Fire become increasingly clear.
One by one, heroic spirits appeared in everyone's sight.
