Chapter 560 When I Really Do It
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Zi Meng You Long
This scene was so real that I fell into the illusion of Sumeru without knowing it. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the little monk Yuankong pulled me out of the illusion.
I couldn't help but gasped, my face blushed slightly, and I said to the little monk, "Thank you little master Yuankong for your help, I didn't expect to fall into the trap of these ghosts so easily."
"Benefactor Wu, you are welcome. I have been practicing Buddhism since I was a child, and the four elements are all empty, so I am not affected by the illusion of Xumi. You have been able to persist for so long, which is already very powerful." The little monk Yuankong said lightly.
I don't even know whether this little monk is praising me or hurting me, but it doesn't matter, the little monk is so powerful, this friend, I, Wu Jie, have made a decision.
As soon as I came out of the illusion here, I looked around the situation in this hall, it was empty, after the fire, the place must have been cleaned up, but I can still see that the third floor has been burned .
There are even faint handprints and scorched black marks on the wall.
This shows that since the fire, the third floor has basically not been used much.
The main reason is that too many people died here, even if the people behind took over, they would definitely feel a little apprehensive in their hearts.
But after all, this is a golden area where every inch of land is expensive. Even if it is a haunted house, if the price is right, someone will take the risk to rent it out.
These three floors are all brick and tile structures. Although everything in the house has been burned clean, the general framework is still there, which is why the three-story old building can be preserved to this day.
At this time, the little monk Yuankong and I were in the middle of the hall. After I looked around, I found that there were pairs of red eyes suddenly appearing in the direction of the viewing platform, staring at us firmly.
In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was full of red eyes, densely packed, and appeared out of thin air.
What should come will always come. The phantom of Sumeru just now was just an appetizer, and now is the time for those ghosts to really make a move.
The little monk Yuankong was still calm. Facing the ghosts that appeared around us, he just clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's mantra: "Amitabha... the monks are merciful and save all sentient beings. I know that you have resentment in your heart. As long as you Willing to let go of the obsessions and resentments in my heart, I am willing to stay here for ten days and take all of you to death."
Hearing this, I couldn't help admiring the little monk in front of me again.
Under normal circumstances, ghosts who died violently cannot be reincarnated. They can only enter the underworld for reincarnation on the day when they die. After staying in the human world for a long time, the ghosts will be dissipated, unable to bear the yang energy of the human world, and those ghosts that can survive often become more and more resentful. Because the resentment is too heavy, they cannot be released, let alone accepted.
The people who were burnt to death in this restaurant all died violently, and the death was quite tragic, so naturally there was a lot of resentment.
The point is that this restaurant has a very special place, that is, many ghosts gather together, condense their resentment, and influence each other. After more than 20 years, they will only become more and more fierce, and they will not accept supernatural powers even more.
And the little monk Yuankong said that it would take ten days to save them here, which is not that simple.
Not to mention that the ghosts here are difficult to overcome, once he really starts, he can't stop in the middle, how much cultivation will be consumed in ten days?And if you don't eat or drink, the final end may be that your spiritual power is exhausted and you will die.
Monks don't tell lies, since he said it, he will definitely do it.
As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, the little monk Yuankong has such a detached state at a young age, which is really admirable.
Having said that, those ghosts certainly won't accept the little monk Yuankong's salvation so easily.
Those more than 100 pairs of blood-red eyes stared at the two of us full of resentment, especially the two pairs of eyes in the direction of the viewing platform. The feeling of falling into an ice cave.
Needless to say, the owners of those two pairs of eyes were the ghost couple, and these two ghosts held the most grievances.
The day of great joy suddenly became the anniversary of the death of the two of them. It would be strange if the gap caused by great joy and great sorrow was not heavy, but the main reason is that the two of them died so badly that they were both burned alive. .
After Yuankong finished that sentence, those ghosts were obviously not moved by his words, and they had already started to slowly gather towards us.
We were surrounded by hundreds of dozens of ghosts, and the encirclement was still shrinking.
We are also people who have seen big scenes. We were surrounded by Hua Mengci's Yin Gathering Array back then. This kind of scene is no stranger.
It's just that most of the ghosts greeted by the gathering yin formation are lonely ghosts, and compared with the ghosts in this restaurant, their skills are much worse.
Seeing the countless ghosts floating over, the little monk Yuankong chanted Amitabha again, with a look of compassion on his face, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.
Throwing the string of rosary beads in his hand directly towards the top of his head, the golden light suddenly shone brightly, and a strong power of Buddhism spread from the rosary beads, spreading out like ripples towards the surroundings.
After sitting down, the little monk Yuankong clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again: "All conditioned dharmas are all due to the combination of causes and conditions. The conditions arise from time to time, and the conditions are exhausted. It is nothing more than this. Birth, I say it is cause and condition, cause and condition are exhausted, so I say this..."
At such a dangerous time, the little monk Yuankong acted as if there was nothing around him, closed his eyes slightly, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again, with a compassionate expression on his face, as if he was the only one in this world, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, he was the only one. Good people.
When he was chanting Buddhist scriptures, the string of rosary beads on top of his head rose in the wind, and became countless times larger again, spinning on top of his head.
The powerful power of Dharma emanating from the rosary continued to spread towards the surroundings.
Those ghosts that swarmed over were shrouded in circles of ripples of Buddha's light, and there was a trace of hesitation and trance in their blood-red eyes.
The little monk's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, echoing in the huge hall.
Even when I heard it, I suddenly felt open-minded and fearless.
Just when I thought the scene could be stabilized, suddenly from the direction of the viewing platform, there were two mournful howls of ghosts one after another. Those ghosts with confused eyes immediately became fierce again, and each of them was strange. Screaming and swooping.
I couldn't help but gasped, my face blushed slightly, and I said to the little monk, "Thank you little master Yuankong for your help, I didn't expect to fall into the trap of these ghosts so easily."
"Benefactor Wu, you are welcome. I have been practicing Buddhism since I was a child, and the four elements are all empty, so I am not affected by the illusion of Xumi. You have been able to persist for so long, which is already very powerful." The little monk Yuankong said lightly.
I don't even know whether this little monk is praising me or hurting me, but it doesn't matter, the little monk is so powerful, this friend, I, Wu Jie, have made a decision.
As soon as I came out of the illusion here, I looked around the situation in this hall, it was empty, after the fire, the place must have been cleaned up, but I can still see that the third floor has been burned .
There are even faint handprints and scorched black marks on the wall.
This shows that since the fire, the third floor has basically not been used much.
The main reason is that too many people died here, even if the people behind took over, they would definitely feel a little apprehensive in their hearts.
But after all, this is a golden area where every inch of land is expensive. Even if it is a haunted house, if the price is right, someone will take the risk to rent it out.
These three floors are all brick and tile structures. Although everything in the house has been burned clean, the general framework is still there, which is why the three-story old building can be preserved to this day.
At this time, the little monk Yuankong and I were in the middle of the hall. After I looked around, I found that there were pairs of red eyes suddenly appearing in the direction of the viewing platform, staring at us firmly.
In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was full of red eyes, densely packed, and appeared out of thin air.
What should come will always come. The phantom of Sumeru just now was just an appetizer, and now is the time for those ghosts to really make a move.
The little monk Yuankong was still calm. Facing the ghosts that appeared around us, he just clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's mantra: "Amitabha... the monks are merciful and save all sentient beings. I know that you have resentment in your heart. As long as you Willing to let go of the obsessions and resentments in my heart, I am willing to stay here for ten days and take all of you to death."
Hearing this, I couldn't help admiring the little monk in front of me again.
Under normal circumstances, ghosts who died violently cannot be reincarnated. They can only enter the underworld for reincarnation on the day when they die. After staying in the human world for a long time, the ghosts will be dissipated, unable to bear the yang energy of the human world, and those ghosts that can survive often become more and more resentful. Because the resentment is too heavy, they cannot be released, let alone accepted.
The people who were burnt to death in this restaurant all died violently, and the death was quite tragic, so naturally there was a lot of resentment.
The point is that this restaurant has a very special place, that is, many ghosts gather together, condense their resentment, and influence each other. After more than 20 years, they will only become more and more fierce, and they will not accept supernatural powers even more.
And the little monk Yuankong said that it would take ten days to save them here, which is not that simple.
Not to mention that the ghosts here are difficult to overcome, once he really starts, he can't stop in the middle, how much cultivation will be consumed in ten days?And if you don't eat or drink, the final end may be that your spiritual power is exhausted and you will die.
Monks don't tell lies, since he said it, he will definitely do it.
As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, the little monk Yuankong has such a detached state at a young age, which is really admirable.
Having said that, those ghosts certainly won't accept the little monk Yuankong's salvation so easily.
Those more than 100 pairs of blood-red eyes stared at the two of us full of resentment, especially the two pairs of eyes in the direction of the viewing platform. The feeling of falling into an ice cave.
Needless to say, the owners of those two pairs of eyes were the ghost couple, and these two ghosts held the most grievances.
The day of great joy suddenly became the anniversary of the death of the two of them. It would be strange if the gap caused by great joy and great sorrow was not heavy, but the main reason is that the two of them died so badly that they were both burned alive. .
After Yuankong finished that sentence, those ghosts were obviously not moved by his words, and they had already started to slowly gather towards us.
We were surrounded by hundreds of dozens of ghosts, and the encirclement was still shrinking.
We are also people who have seen big scenes. We were surrounded by Hua Mengci's Yin Gathering Array back then. This kind of scene is no stranger.
It's just that most of the ghosts greeted by the gathering yin formation are lonely ghosts, and compared with the ghosts in this restaurant, their skills are much worse.
Seeing the countless ghosts floating over, the little monk Yuankong chanted Amitabha again, with a look of compassion on his face, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.
Throwing the string of rosary beads in his hand directly towards the top of his head, the golden light suddenly shone brightly, and a strong power of Buddhism spread from the rosary beads, spreading out like ripples towards the surroundings.
After sitting down, the little monk Yuankong clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again: "All conditioned dharmas are all due to the combination of causes and conditions. The conditions arise from time to time, and the conditions are exhausted. It is nothing more than this. Birth, I say it is cause and condition, cause and condition are exhausted, so I say this..."
At such a dangerous time, the little monk Yuankong acted as if there was nothing around him, closed his eyes slightly, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again, with a compassionate expression on his face, as if he was the only one in this world, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, he was the only one. Good people.
When he was chanting Buddhist scriptures, the string of rosary beads on top of his head rose in the wind, and became countless times larger again, spinning on top of his head.
The powerful power of Dharma emanating from the rosary continued to spread towards the surroundings.
Those ghosts that swarmed over were shrouded in circles of ripples of Buddha's light, and there was a trace of hesitation and trance in their blood-red eyes.
The little monk's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, echoing in the huge hall.
Even when I heard it, I suddenly felt open-minded and fearless.
Just when I thought the scene could be stabilized, suddenly from the direction of the viewing platform, there were two mournful howls of ghosts one after another. Those ghosts with confused eyes immediately became fierce again, and each of them was strange. Screaming and swooping.
