Walking on foot in the air with three Buddhist monks, Wang Yuan looked around and saw a simple and primitive temple. It was early in the morning, and the bells sounded slowly, which sounded like it could relieve physical and mental stress.
exhausted.
The Buddhist monk who was leading the way said peacefully: "Donor, these days are the days when our sect is spreading Buddhism. I wonder if the benefactor is interested in Buddhist teachings."
Wang Yuan just nodded lightly and did not answer, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, and there was once a trace of clarity in his heart.
After being forcibly accepted as a disciple by Awakening, he developed a dislike for Buddhism, and the fragrant scar on his head was not easy to remove. But Wang Yuan followed the Buddhist practice method, entered the world to realize, and ended his life in the world of mortals.
At this moment, a towering pagoda came into view. The pagoda was dilapidated and surrounded by thick chains. It seemed that there was a heinous demon suppressing it, and the sounds of choking and crying could be faintly heard.
A group of monks dressed as Buddhist cultivators were sitting cross-legged outside the pagoda, knocking wooden fish and chanting words. Paragraphs of mysterious Buddhist sutras came from the mouths of these Buddhist cultivators, turned into talismans, and were printed on the pagoda. The pagoda radiated out
A touch of brilliance.
"This is what my disciples must do every day." Wang Yuan, the first Buddhist monk, explained.
Wang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly asked: "Master said, could this pagoda be freely accessible?"
"Exactly, but there are dangerous clumps in the tower and countless demons and ghosts. The monks of our sect went out to catch them. However, when these demons and ghosts reach a certain size, they begin to split, and there are more and more distracting thoughts inside, so this
The pagoda allows outsiders to enter and undergo salvation." Buddha Xiu said seriously.
Wang Yuan sneered, what these monks said was very nice, but in fact they just let outsiders go in and kill the demons and ghosts, and they became accomplices in disguise, but they sat here all day pretending to save the souls of the dead. It was really ridiculous.
Of course, what is in the heart cannot be revealed to the outside world. What Wang Yuan wants to know is who wants to enter the pagoda this time.
Wang Yuan was scheming, and the jade slips recorded that there was another cave in the pagoda, which was actually a large formation. Only with a large formation could these demons and ghosts with overwhelming resentment be suppressed. Gui suspected that the thing Wang Yuan wanted to take was there.
In formation.
Part of the reason why I agreed to Guiyi was because I had a certain understanding of the battle method.
Suddenly Wang Yuan raised his eyes and saw that around the pagoda, in addition to the Buddhist cultivators who were chanting sutras and sitting cross-legged, there were two monks dressed as Buddhist cultivators standing there. There was an old monk from the "Guanshan Temple" sect talking with him.
What were the two talking about?
Wang Yuan did not go away with the three Buddhist cultivators. Instead, he made a turn and fell from the sky and landed under the pagoda.
"Master, my senior brother and I want to enter here to practice and accumulate more merits. Why do you want to stop us two?" This is a relatively rough voice. The Buddha is carrying a simple stick behind his back, with the inscription on it
There are many Buddhist symbols printed on it. If this stick were to hit a ghost cultivator, he would not die but would be seriously injured.
The monk from "Guanshan Temple" was a little helpless, but he still answered the Buddhist monk with a smile: "To be honest, the formation in the pagoda has shown signs of slackening in recent days, and our sect will carry out repairs in the next few days.
, if you two can wait, you can stay in our sect for a few days."
The somewhat grumpy Buddhist cultivator wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the middle-aged Buddhist cultivator beside him who stretched out his hand. The middle-aged Buddhist cultivator said gently: "Hui Ben, since the pagoda needs to be repaired, we'll
Songfeng Temple and Guanshan Temple are connected by the same spirit, and we both have to contribute, so please be patient."
The irritable Buddhist cultivator scratched his bald head, sighed and nodded in agreement: "Yes, senior brother."
Wang Yuan's arrival immediately attracted these people. The stick-wielding Buddhist cultivator named Hui Ben glared and said to his senior brother: "Brother Zhixuan, is this benefactor also going to enter the pagoda?"
Zhixuan turned around, looked at Wang Yuan who was smiling calmly, put his hands together and said "Amitabha".
The Buddhist monk from "Guanshan Temple" also bowed to Wang Yuan. Almost all the monks who came to "Guanshan Temple" came for the "Billion Soul Pagoda". The old monk was already used to it, so he nodded and
Leave slowly.
Wang Yuan looked at the "Billion Soul Tower" that could not be seen to the end. This tower is said to suppress billions of demons and ghosts. It is extremely dangerous. If it were not for the daily suppression by "Guanshan Temple", an explosion would probably occur and break through the ancient tower.
, causing harm to the world.
Zhixuan looked at Wang Yuan's face, and he seemed to be familiar with it. He said kindly: "This donor, I seem to have met you once."
Wang Yuan was noncommittal and said with a smile: "I admire the master's memory."
As soon as Hui Ben heard this, he immediately walked around Wang Yuan, scratching his head and recalling that he and his senior brother Zhixuan were always together when they went out. It was difficult to remember when he met Wang Yuan.
While observing Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan was also observing the two Buddhist cultivators who saved his life. At the Demon Pond, Wang Yuan and many inner disciples of the Linyuan Sect were surrounded by ghost cultivators. They stood up and fought.
When his spiritual power is exhausted and he fights continuously, he has no experience in dealing with ghost cultivators, so he will be ruined in the hands of those ghost cultivators.
However, what he didn't expect was that several Buddhist cultivators appeared on the way. The leader among them was the monk Zhixuan in front of him. Another Buddhist cultivator holding a stick left a deep impression on Wang Yuan and made him very irritable.
The Buddhist cultivator is surrounded by righteousness and is protected from all ghosts. The cultivation of Zhixuan and Huiben also improves very quickly. In the late stage of Huiben's death, Zhixuan has already reached the state of perfection.
Buddhism has its own set of training titles, which correspond to the three paths of immortality and demons: condensation of energy, foundation building, world of mortals, elimination of dust, secret realm, nirvana, coming to the saint, and transforming into a saint.
They generally enter the world to practice, understand the world of mortals, and then leave the world of mortals, cleanse themselves, and have a heart that tolerates all things.
Of course, these realms are only mentioned when Buddhist cultivators talk to each other. Generally speaking, the distinction between realms is based on the immortal way. After all, in the Dongsheng Shenzhou, the most powerful one is the immortal way. However, the three devils and demons
Tao is slowly rising, restoring the chaotic era of ancient times.
Hui Ben really couldn't remember it, so he scratched his head and asked, "Donor, you'd better tell this young monk, he is stupid."
"Let the past pass and let it drift." Wang Yuan said calmly.
Hui Ben was even more confused and couldn't figure out what Wang Yuan was talking about. Looking at his senior brother Zhixuan, Zhixuan had no choice but to tell what happened in the Demon Pond.
"Ah, I remember, that was the first time that senior brother Zhixuan and I went out for training together. It was also very dangerous that time." Hui Ben suddenly realized.
Wang Yuan's eyes flashed and he looked at Zhixuan and asked: "Master, I have a question that I would like to ask. I hope you can tell me."
Zhixuan clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Donor, please tell me."
"I don't know where the other side is or where to return. I give all my calls to the wind, and what I get is the coldness of the wind. I give all my gaze to the pagoda, and all I see is weird flickering and confusion. What's in this
Master, can you explain to me about gains and losses?"
Zhixuan recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and his face changed a little. His Buddhist teachings seemed not as vast as those of enlightenment, but he still explained Wang Yuan's doubts: "The young monk is stupid. When the young monk once entered the world to practice, he observed the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and realized birth, old age, illness and death, but he didn't know why.
Gains and losses come and go in a hurry, both hands are empty."
Wang Yuan's expression changed, he glanced at Zhixuan, and said calmly: "Thank you, Master."
Immediately, Wang Yuan bowed with clasped fists and entered the "Guanshan Temple" along the path. He planned to wait for the repairs of the "Billion Soul Pagoda" to be completed before entering. Zhixuan and Huiben also had the same plan.
The life of the monastery, with morning bells and evening drums alternating, day after day, seems to be endless. Every day is exactly the same as yesterday, which is a bit boring, but it makes people feel peaceful. The long years, whether long or short, are in the human heart. This is
Wang Yuan already knew this.
On this day, the Buddhist cultivators of "Guanshan Temple" gathered together and sat cross-legged around the "Billion Soul Pagoda". They were wearing white cassocks, with solemn expressions on their faces, and Buddhist beads hanging around their necks. The sound of wooden fish also sounded at this time.
, forming a strange sound wave that enters the pagoda.
Zhixuan and Huiben were also among them, but Huiben couldn't bear the irritating ritual and wanted to go straight in to slay the demons.
This time Wang Yuan truly understood the power of "Guanshan Temple". Although it is located in the extreme north and the living environment is extremely difficult, the Buddhist cultivation level in the temple is generally very high, and there are even several elderly monks sitting in the sky.
The light of Buddha is only slightly weaker than enlightenment.
It was only under the suppression of this group of Buddhist cultivators that the "Billion Soul Pagoda" was preserved until now.
A large golden light shrouded from high in the sky and enveloped the "Billion Soul Tower". Immediately, a mournful roar came from the tower, and black air came out. However, this black air was annihilated by the Buddha's light before it dissipated.
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Suddenly, the "Billion Soul Tower" shook violently, and the copper bells hanging on the tower rang. All the Buddhist cultivators opened their eyes and were stunned.
It was those elderly monks who reacted first and immediately shouted loudly: "If there is a problem with the formation, immediately maintain your original intention and don't be disturbed by inner demons. My Buddha is merciful, Namo Amitabha!"
Several eminent monks raised their hands to the sky, and a large golden hoop was placed in the center of the ancient pagoda, but this intensified the vibration of the ancient pagoda.
"Puff!"
Immediately, several Buddhist cultivators vomited out blood and fell to the ground as if they had lost their souls.
Wang Yuan was also shocked. He also possessed the mystery of ghost cultivators at this moment. He could feel a sinister and evil aura forming in the tower. It was this force that was destroying the "Billion Soul Tower".
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the ancient pagoda, and a dark hole appeared, and a strong suction force sucked in all the Buddhist cultivators around it.
Wang Yuan was not far away from the suction force. He just wanted to step back, but the black energy turned into a hand and wrapped around his legs. No matter how he struggled, his consciousness entered the ancient tower with a rumble.
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The expressions of several eminent monks changed. After looking at each other, they all showed decisiveness and began to use their great magical powers to seal the ancient pagoda.
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