Chapter 814: Hell?

Amid the surprise and speculation of the crowd, Monk Ma opened his eyes and ended the visualization.

"Monk, what did you visualize?"

Zhu Xiucai couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked with a bit of envy.

Monk Ma clasped his hands together, recited Amitabha, and said just now: "In my visualization, I saw the past experience of Monk Daoming, and followed him to go through this experience again."

Not to mention Zhu Xiucai, even Qin Shaoyou was amazed, and turned to Senior Brother Cui, "Is this considered teaching skills?"

Cui Yougui thought about it seriously, and said, "Shouldn't it be counted? Besides, the monk may not only have obtained the Buddha's light, but he may also realize some Buddhist supernatural powers in the future."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help being very envious of what happened to Monk Ma.

In his visualization, Monk Ma simulated the life of Monk Daoming. Not only did he obtain the inheritance of Buddha nature and Buddha power, but he also had the experience of "being a human being in two lifetimes". will be of great benefit.

"The current cultivation level of the monk is about to catch up with me. Will he surpass me in the future? No, I have to practice harder. If the monk surpasses me, it will be so embarrassing!"

Cui Youxu muttered in his heart.

Thinking about him, True Monarch Hundred Explosions, who is called the Great Heavenly Venerable by the common people to save the suffering, how could he not be as lucky as Monk Ma, and also meet a Taoist senior to teach his skills?

Just when Cui Youxuan was lamenting that his luck was not good enough, Monk Ma came to Qin Shaoyou, bowed and saluted, and said, "My lord, can you give me this Buddhist relic left by Monk Daoming?"

Qin Shaoyou originally wanted Taoist Zeng Cong to try to see if he could make this Buddhist relic into a supernatural item, but now, he changed his mind.

Facing Monk Ma's request, he nodded and said: "Since this object is destined for you, then you can keep it. Monk Daoming passed on his merits to you, and he is your mentor. You take his Buddhist relic with you. Worshiping day and night can be regarded as the completion of this master-student bond."

"Thank you for your success, my lord."

Monk Ma clasped his hands together, held the Buddha's relic in his palm, and bowed to Young Master Qin.

Afterwards, he came to the grave and chanted sutras for monk Daoming and a group of victims who were buried inside.

With the sound of chanting sutras, wisps of Buddha's light bloomed from Monk Ma's body, covering the bones in the grave.

In a daze, everyone saw a shadowy figure floating out of the grave.

It's the ghosts of those victims.

Either the demons of the Black Lotus Sect have not had time to enslave these ghosts, or they have been rescued.

The ghosts floated out of the grave, and bowed to the monk Ma and the red-clothed emissaries one after another to express their thanks.

Seeing this, the red-clothed emissaries hurriedly straightened their clothes, solemnized their expressions, and saluted earnestly.

In this figure, everyone also saw a bald man wearing a tattered monk's robe.

It was Monk Daoming.

On Monk Daoming's skinny face, there was no sadness or grief, but a smile instead.

He bowed tithe to everyone, although he didn't open his mouth to make a sound, but people seemed to hear him reciting Amitabha.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Monk Daoming, these figures turned around and set foot on the road to the underworld.

In a daze, everyone heard Monk Daoming's not-so-pleasant voice, singing a little song in the night wind:

"Worship the Buddha in the east and worship the Buddha in the west. Where is the Buddha? You look for the Buddha, and he looks for the Buddha. It is better to cultivate a Buddha yourself. I cultivate the Buddha, and he cultivates the Buddha. Who can get the right result? There are Buddhas and demons in the world. Demons are all self-made. All good deeds are Buddhas, and evil thoughts together become demons. Selfless altruism is Buddhas, harming others and benefiting oneself is demons. A pure heart becomes a Buddha by itself, and a pure heart becomes a Buddha by itself..."

After everyone heard this song, some people showed contemplative expressions, such as Cui Yougui, Cen Biqing and others;

In Monk Ma's heart, many insights suddenly appeared. He clasped his hands together, recited Amitabha, bowed and said, "Thank you Zen Master for your guidance."

The Buddha light that bloomed from Monk Ma became brighter and more peaceful, illuminating the dark and gloomy Huangquan Road for the souls of Monk Daoming and the victims.

Zhu Xiucai looked at his good partner, who became like the golden arhat in the temple, couldn't help swallowing, and asked aloud, "I said monk, are you going to become a Buddha?"

Monk Ma shook his head, as if he was answering Zhu Xiucai's words, and also as if he was making a great wish for himself: "Only when all living beings are exhausted can we realize Bodhi."

"To save all sentient beings? As long as all sentient beings are still there, it will be difficult to save them..."

Zhu Xiucai muttered in a low voice.

Although he admired the great wish made by Monk Ma, he also felt regretful at the same time.

Because once Monk Ma made this great wish, he might not be able to become a Buddha in the future even if he reached the realm of cultivation.

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Unknowingly, Rolling Tiger ran to Zhu Xiucai's side, stretched out his bear paw and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Master Monk can't become a Buddha, but I have hope to become a mountain god. When I become a mountain god, You must be granted a land right.”

Zhu Xiucai glanced at him, and said: "When you become a mountain god, then you can talk about these things. Also, the mountain god and the land seem to be at the same level, right? At most you can seal ghosts, patrolling ghosts and so on. And, Monk, even if he can't become a Buddha, he still has hope to become an Arhat or a Bodhisattva, isn't he much more powerful than you, a little mountain god?"

"That's not necessarily true." Lord Gunshan grinned, "Isn't Lord Taishan also a mountain god? If I can reach his old man's level, I'm no better than some Arhat or Bodhisattva?"

"Master Taishan Mansion? Even though he is a god transformed by Mount Tai, can he be the same as an ordinary mountain god? You iron-eating beast, how dare you think about it."

Zhu Xiucai was surprised by Gun Tiger's lofty goals.

Mr. Gunshan smiled: "Is it always necessary to have a dream? What if it becomes a reality someday?"

"But that's not a dream of yours, it's a daydream!" Zhu Xiucai rolled his eyes at Gun Tiger and said angrily.

Then he murmured in his heart: "Looking at the monk's appearance, it's better not to call him when you go to places like brothels, sand dances, etc. It's not that he will be polluted, he has a firm heart of Buddha, and he is afraid of him." Reciting Buddha's name in those places makes everyone's minds feel like water, so how can they have fun?"

Qin Shaoyou ignored the surprise and comments of several of his subordinates.

At this moment, he has recovered some of his vitality, and the red-clothed emissary who happened to execute the execution also cut the black lotus bodhisattva almost to pieces, leaving him with only one breath left to barely hang on.

So he paused breathing and breath adjustment, got up and stepped forward, took the knife handed to him by the red-clothed messenger, and stabbed it into the exposed heart of the Black Lotus Bodhisattva with a 'poof'.

The blood energy turned into saber intent and surged out, only to hear a few muffled 'puff puffs', and the heart was twisted into mud, causing the Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva to scream and die.

The next moment, the soul of the Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva flew out of the corpse and fled towards the mountain in a hurry.

Qin Shaoyou naturally wouldn't let him escape, he slapped the mandarin duck pot and shouted: "Come into my pot!"

This Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva should have cultivated the soul, and after turning into a ghost, he is much stronger than the ghost of a newly dead person.

Not only did he instigate ghost energy, trying to resist Yuanyangguo's intoxication, but he also opened his mouth and let out a terrified scream.

Perhaps because of his strong spirit, what he yelled was not nonsense, but human words:

"I don't want to go into your cauldron! Yours is not a cauldron, it's Avici Hell and Cracking Red Lotus Hell! I don't want to go to hell! I am a Bodhisattva, I should go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and I should enjoy endless happiness..."