What surprised me was that at the top of the Buddha's light, there was something clear and transparent.
The thing is almost transparent, you can't see what it is, but it can cover the Buddha's light. I was surprised and suddenly realized that there is a layer of such a thing on the dead stone. No wonder we don't understand how this stone can have a different breath.
I watched for a long time, and didn't see what it was, so I asked Monk Jueming. The great monk looked at it for a while, and then said: "It may be blood."
"Blood?" I was stunned, how could this be blood
Monk Jue Ming explained in more detail: "This golden and red breath is a manifestation of strength, but there is vitality in it, and it should be blood."
"But how can there be transparent blood in this world?" I asked unbelief.
Monk Jueming glanced at me and asked, "Why not? Is the blood necessarily red?"
I was stunned, yeah, must the blood be red? Obviously not. The blood of many animals is in other colors, such as green and black. I just haunted my habitual thinking, thinking that transparency must have nothing to do with blood.
This is the netherworld. Those who can fight in the netherworld are not ordinary people, or in other words, they have nothing to do with the "people" I meet on ordinary days. Then this color is transparent, and the blood that contains the powerful breath is left behind by them, but it is also said that the past.
I stared at the transparent object curiously, and looked at the mingled atmosphere around the sky, covering the sky, and couldn’t help taking a breath: “If these breaths are all rising from the blood, wouldn’t it be blood? Flowing into a river..."
Monk Jueming nodded in agreement and said, "With so much blood, something big must have happened here."
This is a complete nonsense, so much blood, such a powerful aura, it is in the underworld again, it's more than a big event!
We looked around, there are many places where there is transparent blood, and there are a lot of broken metal, but there are no bones. I was very puzzled and said, "With so much blood, why is there not even a corpse?"
Monk Jue Ming said: "It is possible that the body was taken away, or the person only bleeds and is not dead."
The probability of the former statement is relatively high, and the probability of the latter is very small. With so many weapon fragments, I can hardly imagine who can use them at the same time. Could it be the Avalokitesvara? But Guanyin didn't need to come to the underworld to fight with people.
What's more, if it is really the traces left by Guanyin, then how could the monk Jueming fail to notice the aura of Buddhism
After thinking about it, it must have been that after the battle, someone took all the bones away, but the blood was difficult to completely remove and could only be left. The person who collects the bones may not care about this, or feel that the person who can enter the underworld does not value blood.
I tried to collect this kind of blood, but I couldn't pick it up with my hands. The blood was not only transparent in color, but also seemed to be able to isolate the physical touch. Except for supporting it with Buddha's light, it can only be wrapped with the power of the five elements. In this way, although I can take it away, it is not easy to carry. You can't always have power in your hands, go to hold it specially.
After trying a few times, I still decided to give up. At this time, I couldn't help but miss Lien Daozhen a little. If he is there, reach out to make a space bag and put things in, which is convenient and not afraid to lose. Alas, I'm so young, I should have learned this from him long ago.
"It's just things outside the body, gains and losses do not affect the donor." Monk Jue Ming persuaded.
I nodded and said in defense: "I just think it's such a fun thing, it may be hard to see in the future. You can just take it home and paste it on the window."
Monk Jueming is very speechless, although the blood is transparent, but if you use it to paste the window, is it too bloody...
Of course, I said, I don’t really have that kind of perverted thoughts. Such a powerful and magical blood, it is rare to see, the window paste is really violent, but if it is used to make hairy blood, it will definitely make up!
We then walked to the back of the collapsed building, where the fight was too hard, transparent blood was everywhere, a strong breath mixed, colorful, like a thick plume of smoke straight into the sky, the surrounding dead air is basically here. Unable to stay, avoiding as far away as a frightened rabbit meets a tiger.
These breaths became more and more as we deepened, and an invisible sense of oppression followed. It feels like something is pushing you, and like a pile of dust falling on you, it is very weird, and it makes people feel extremely awkward.
I looked at Monk Jueming, he seemed to be inexhaustible, moving forward quietly step by step. He didn't say it, and I was too embarrassed to say it, so I had to resist it.
This building occupies a large area, and we have not walked out for more than ten miles in the collapsed area. I was very emotional and said: "It's just like a palace here, it's too big."
Monk Jueming read the Buddha's name and said, "It's too tragic."
He said this because all the buildings that were as wide as a dozen miles had been shattered. There are blood and metal fragments everywhere, so don't even think about it, there must be a lot of people or ghosts here at the time.
Why did they fight, and how did they fight to this point
There is no way to know, we can only experience the fierce fighting from the ruins, and the horror of those people from the breath of blood.
As he walked, Monk Jue Ming suddenly raised his head and said, "The breath of Buddha and Bodhisattva..."
I looked up and saw nothing, so I said, "Didn't you say it before."
"The breath of the Buddha and Bodhisattva has increased." Monk Jue Ming explained.
Enhanced? I tried to sense in the direction he was looking. Although I didn't feel the Dharma, I did notice the wave of power coming from there. If it was released by Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, what power suddenly became stronger
Just when I was puzzled, Monk Jueming looked solemn and said, "The flow of death has changed!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I sensed it carefully, and as expected, I found that the flow of death energy had changed from an irregular flow to a very regular flow in a certain direction. That direction is where the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the mouth of Monk Jueming is.
The death aura of the underworld is as incalculable as the stars in the sky. I said earlier that if a dead stone the size of a house erupts, it will kill everyone in a small city. Then if the death aura of the entire underworld condenses, it would be enough to destroy the world.
I don’t know if the Buddha and Bodhisattva mentioned by the monk Jue Ming is the Ksitigarbha, but whether it is or not, why does he gather lifeless energy? As I can see, the flow of death is accelerating, and the quiet sky of the underworld is changing at this moment. The thick dead air made the sky seem to be covered by dark clouds, faintly, like a thunderstorm, making a terrible sound.
Looking at the sky gradually darkening, I was shocked, not knowing what happened. Monk Jue Ming was more calm than I was. He raised his head and glanced, the expression on his face became more serious, and said to me: "We need to hurry up, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas may be in trouble."
How powerful are the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who can mobilize the dead aura of the entire underworld, and what can be difficult? I didn't agree with Monk Jueming's concern, but I was also curious about what happened there, so I ran quickly.
When I first came in, I asked where the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were. Monk Jue Ming said that it was probably tens of thousands of miles away. This ten million refers to one thousand or ten thousand miles, not the real ten million. Otherwise, the monk Jue Ming wants to find the Buddha again, knowing that relying on two legs, he will not run that far in his life.
Before the change in the flow of death energy, we walked about one or two hundred miles away, far away from where the Buddha and Bodhisattva were. At this moment, although I use the power of the wood to accelerate, I can't walk much with my two legs. Monk Jueming is a little anxious, but I have tried my best, and he is not easy to urge. After thinking about it, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed me, put me on my back like a monkey, and at the same time gave a light drink, the golden Buddha light poured into his legs, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball out of the chamber.
I was lying on his back and was frightened by the terrifying speed. Don't look at the monk Jue Ming who is a tall man, he thought he was not agile, in fact, the speed was a bit fiercer than Lian Dao. As soon as I wanted to talk, I drank a gust of wind, and immediately burped.
Monk Jueming was powerful and fast. When he stepped out in one step, the dirt on the ground was crushed by the stepping on, leaving a deep pit immediately. At the same time, his body moved forward hundreds of meters in an instant. At that speed, I felt that I shouldn't run with the monk in the future... It's too exciting!
However, even if the speed of the monk Jueming is extremely fast, it still takes us several hours to see the end of the death flow.
The dead air in the sky, which is already sticky like dough around here, slowly stirs, and then turns into thousands of strands to fall down, each strand has a thickness of 100 meters, and they are poured into the soil to make the earth stronger. They stay in the air, making this space more stable.
These lifeless spirits are like cement used to reinforce fortifications, making them like this, a Buddha.
The Buddha was so high that he sat down cross-legged, but he withstood the sky of the underworld. His face was solemn, unsmiling, and his plain gaze, as if it could penetrate thousands of voids and see all the suffering in this world.
He doesn't have Buddha's light, all the light is contained in his body.
He also had no weapons, only folded palms on his chest.
I saw that there was a dimly yellow lotus throne under him, like yellow mud, without a bit of magnificence.
He is right in front of my eyes, so real, but like being in another time and space, unable to touch.
The Great Buddha sitting in front of the Death Qi Waterfall remained silent all the time, seemingly unaware of our arrival. Monk Jueming carried the stick, recite the Buddha's name, and walked away with excitement. However, I vaguely felt that there was something wrong with everything in front of me, so I forced him to hold him.
Monk Jue Ming looked at me suspiciously and said, "I want to find a Buddha, why stop me?"
I looked at the big Buddha and the waterfall formed by death in the distance. The picture was too magnificent, and any description of words seemed pale and weak. I felt a little awkward and said, "Don't you think all of this is weird?" (End of this chapter)