But at this time, who would care about the new city's lord? Its fate has been decided by the ferryman's words.
Before, the reason why Master allowed it to talk so much was because he respected the ferryman's opinion, stay? Or leave it alone
But when Master looked at the ferryman for the first time, he avoided Master's gaze and obviously had not made a decision. Master just let it go on, maybe he was also considering whether to leave it as a translation.
Thinking about it this way, Master is actually a very strange person. He will not decide whether anything should exist based on his reputation for righteousness. What he values and respects more is the emotional bonds in the world. Isn't this what we are? Is it something that a spiritual person should let go of
But I also have a vague understanding that if the ferryman can't let go, there's no point in asking him to let go. Master's respect just gives him an opportunity to let go. This is better than Master forcing him to let go. It’s much better to let go.
It seems that even at the last moment of life, this world of mortals has never ended.
While I was meditating, Master Hongren's soul had disappeared into Jue Yuan's body. Jueyuan let go of his body to accept Master Hongren. In fact, it was no different from a ghost. However, only in this state can we be better. Let’s pass it on easily.
After all, as a high-ranking monk, it was relatively easy for Master Hongren to leave something in Jue Yuan's soul.
Time passed by minute by second, and Xiao Chengqian had completed the spell over there. There was a slight fluctuation in the formation, and a golden light turned into a sword-like appearance and rushed towards the suppressed New City Lord.
At this moment, the expression of the New City Lord has turned into a dead gray, and its numb eyes show that it is desperate. At this moment, it almost subconsciously looks at the ferryman, but the ferryman is looking into the distance, clearly not wanting to see it anymore. One glance.
The sword fell, and the new city lord let out a miserable howl, but this power was not enough to destroy it. Xiao Chengqian continued to control the spell, and over there Jue Yuan had completed the inheritance, and the figure of Master Hong Ren appeared again.
The speed is unbelievable, but the soul is the biggest mystery of mankind. Who can completely decipher the mystery? In reality, people communicate through language and may not be able to teach a single spell in an hour, but souls can complete a large amount of information transmission in a more advanced way, perhaps in just one second.
After coming out, Master Hongren was obviously very old, and the sacred aura on his body had also disappeared. He said softly to Jue Yuan, who was glowing with golden light: "I have conveyed my word "accumulation" to you. Just let it go and do it?”
Jue Yuan performed a Buddhist salute, his eyes full of gratitude and emotion. He did not take action, but said to Master Hongren: "Master, the most precious thing you have given me is not the accumulation of mind power or soul power. It’s about your clear understanding of the Dharma and your heart and mind towards the art. I will hold you as a disciple and watch you take this last step.”
Master Hongren smiled weakly and did not answer. Instead, he sat down cross-legged. That way was no different from the way the eminent monk sat when he passed away. I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart. Master Hongren was afraid...
The second golden sword slashed down, and the suppressed New City Lord once again howled in pain, but compared to its unrest, Master Hongren's face was peaceful and calm.
While sitting quietly cross-legged, Master Hongren's figure became increasingly pale. After being tortured by the Lord of the New City for so many years, his soul was already riddled with holes and scars. If it hadn't been for the strong support of a thought, he would have been dead. Already out of his mind.
I looked at the pure blue light dots flying around Master Hongren, and said to Master with some sadness: "Master, why is it that such an eminent monk as Master Hongren is so distraught?"
Yes, this form is exactly the same as the situation where the soul is scattered. I have seen it several times! The only difference is that Master Hongren's soul is so pure, that's why it has such blue color, which is exactly the same as the master's soul power sealed in the agarwood beads.
Facing my question, Master said: "The way of heaven is fair, Hongren is not out of his mind."
no? I saw that Master Hongren could no longer maintain his perfect figure. More and more blue light spots were flying around him. Several girls and Jue Yuan were already in tears. Master actually said no
The third and fourth swords slashed down, and the miserable howls of the new city lord continued, but no one had the mind to pay attention to it at this moment. We were all saying goodbye to Master Hongren, although we didn’t spend as much time with him. Not long, but with some people, even if you only spend a minute with them, you will respect them from the bottom of your heart, and this respect will make you have a good feeling for them from the bottom of your heart, and you will not let him go. go.
Just like that, my tears gradually blurred, and I watched Master Hongren turn into countless light spots. In this world, where he passed away, he can no longer be found. All that is left are those flying lights. Blue light spots.
"That's great." The ferryman had always maintained an astonishing calmness. After Master Hongren turned into a point of light, he said inexplicably, "That's great."
What's so good about it? Deep doubts arose in my heart, but at this moment, in the world where Master Hongren was doing his work, the sound of Sanskrit singing suddenly rang out, and the five-color Buddha light suddenly appeared, covering the spot of light...
"Zhengguo!" Master's tone was still calm, but there was a hint of emotion.
Is it true? Has Master Hongren finally achieved enlightenment? I stared intently at the place where the five-color Buddha light lit up. At this time, as the fifth golden sword fell, the figure of the new city lord began to become insubstantial... but its unwilling gaze also fell on it. On top of the five-color Buddha light.
Among the five-color Buddha light, those blue light points kept rising, and continued to gather during the rising process. Finally, when the height was already so high that we couldn’t see clearly even if we raised our heads, in these five-color In the Buddha's light, I finally saw a figure.
Is it Master Hongren? The distance was so far that I couldn't see the figure clearly, but I firmly believed that it was Master Hongren! And I could clearly see him making a deep Buddhist salute towards the bottom, in the direction of my master, and my master returned the Taoist salute.
Then, his eyes fell on the ferryman and stayed for a second. Then he raised his head and his figure gradually blurred and disappeared into the depths of the sky, at the end of the Buddha's light...
The Sanskrit singing still did not stop, and with the last miserable howl of the new city lord, the new city lord was finally beheaded under the golden sword.
This strong contrast and complicated mood made me unable to calm down for a long time. I was happy that Master Hongren could finally achieve the right path, and I was also sad that the Lord of Xincheng was ambitious and ended up like this. When he disappeared, even the fragments of his soul were flying. No.
That was a more tragic disappearance than losing one's soul.
The ferryman had always shown amazing calmness. At this moment, he stared at the Buddha's light and finally couldn't swallow a sound and shouted softly: "Brother!"
Then he regained his composure. The master looked at the Buddha's light that was beginning to dissipate and said, "I'm afraid Hongren didn't expect to achieve enlightenment in the end, but in the eyes of my Taoist family, there are three thousand avenues, and he can be regarded as walking the path of Buddhism." To the extreme, a heart has been tempered to the extreme in the little hell, and it deserves to achieve the right result."
The master's words were resounding and received a thank you from the ferryman.
At this moment, Jue Yuan, who still had tears in his eyes, took a few steps forward with Buddhist beads in his hands, sat cross-legged next to the place where Master Hongren passed away, and suddenly began to recite the scriptures about salvation.
The scenery in front of him was still spectacular, but with Jue Yuan's transcendence, an even more spectacular scene appeared.
First, the Buddha's light was loud behind Jue Yuan, and his transcendent thought power actually appeared as visible golden energy. Then we saw the golden energy floating towards the big island, and then dispersed...
Using it as a guide, golden energy floated everywhere in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts formation, rushing towards the big island quickly.
The largest golden energy came from the ancient boundary monument, which suddenly glowed with golden light, and then balls of golden energy floated out and quickly rushed towards the big island.
Finally, the five-color Buddha light that was about to dissipate condensed again, and a ray of Buddha light suddenly moved towards the big island.
The master's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said: "It seems that how can everything in this world be settled? I didn't expect that the Buddha's light can be left in the great formation of heaven and earth! It seems that this place has been blessed with such good fortune, and no one needs to go there anymore. Worried.”
"Master, what do you mean?" I was immersed in this magnificent scene, but I also heard Master's words and couldn't help but ask.
Master pondered for a long time, but finally did not answer me. He just said: "We will talk about it later."
At this time, with the influx of golden light, what sounded in the world was no longer the lonely sound of Jue Yuan chanting sutras. It seemed that there were thousands of voices accompanying Jue Yuan in reciting sutras.
A ghost floated up and walked towards the golden road erected between the boundary monument and the big island, followed by more and more ghosts...
At this moment, everything about the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts has finally come to a close. I looked at my master, but felt inexplicably uneasy in my heart.