Rebirth: Out of Demons and Into Buddhas 2

Chapter 186

Jingfu Buddha had just turned around the entrance of the village when he saw the body lying on the ground head-on, a young man in common clothes with a frightened and desperate face.

On this small village road, he was the only one I saw.

The young man was facing towards the entrance of the village, with his back to the houses in the village, a lantern and some wooden boards, wooden hammers, iron nails and so on were scattered around him.

The Buddha turned his gaze to look at the wall in front of the village that he pushed away. There was a long and thin crack in the inconspicuous part of the wooden wall.

The young man probably came for it.

The mountains outside the village were not insignificant. Animals in the mountains might indeed use that crack as a gap to enter the village.

If those animals hadn't died on the trail.

The lantern which had lighted him before was completely extinguished, and there was no light, and the wick in the lantern was crowned with blackened carbon.

The Buddha body kept walking, and he came to the young man, raised his palm in front of his chest, and sang the Buddha's name in a low voice, just like before, he slightly tilted the lamp in his hand, letting the burning flame in the lamp fall to the ground. Before the body of the young man.

There was no wind around him, but after the flame fell, it rose up immediately, completely enveloping the young man.

The young man who was wrapped and licked by the flames was completely irresistible, and he was quickly burned to ashes.

But the Buddha's body was also very sure that the originally stiff face of the young man who was burning in the flames stretched before it completely disappeared, and all the fear and despair were burned away by the flames, and he calmed down.

The Buddha watched the two flames returning to the lamp holder with a bit of brighter stardust sandwiched between them, so he walked all the way to the center of the village without stopping.

At last he stood in front of a house that was more stately than the other houses in the village.

This is the shrine.

The body of the Buddha stretched out his hand, put it on the tightly closed door, and exerted a little force.

A dull voice followed.

The sound was unusual. It was obvious that the people in the house had piled something behind the door to block any possible intrusions.

It's just that such efforts can't stop Jing Fu.

With a "crack" sound as the door bolt snapped and sounded, the door opened little by little before Jing Fu's eyes.

What fell into Jing Fu's eyes through the opening of the door was a pair of wide-open eyes of fear and despair.

The opening of the door paused for a moment, and then continued, until it was finally fully opened, and then it really stopped.

The Buddha body withdrew his hand and stood in front of the threshold, looking at those corpses cuddling together in twos and threes, struggling and desperate in the ancestral hall.

He was silent for a while, raised one hand in front of his chest, and said, "Excuse me."

After saying this, he put down his hands, stepped over the threshold, and officially entered the ancestral hall.

After actually entering the ancestral hall, Jing Fu faced the despair and fear...as well as resentment and hatred of nearly 300 people at the last moment.

That was the last trace they left in this world.

These traces of madness and madness can even impact the souls of monks and shake their will.

If they are not cleaned up in time, when they get entangled with the spirituality and dark soil in the Shensang Realm, they may become a disaster-like existence.

Even if they are superfluous leftovers left by mortals, the result will not change much.

Spirit itself represents another kind of miracle between heaven and earth.

So the Buddha body did not come too close.

After taking only four or five steps, he stopped, raised his single palm again, and sang a Buddha's name in a low voice.

When the sound of the Buddha's trumpet fell in this solemn but gloomy ancestral hall, it seemed to wake up something, and a mournful cry sounded.

Sharp and harsh.

Along with the weeping sound, there was a gray mist.In the mist, there were vague and exaggerated faces, and it seemed that pairs of dead, frightened eyes turned away.

The terrifying fear seems to be able to grab the minds of the people standing here in an instant, impact their rationality, and pull them into the boundless fear and despair until they die.

It's just that the one standing here at the moment is, after all, the Buddha body of Jingfu.

Just as the ordinary sound of the Buddha's horn that fell in the ancestral hall was about to disappear, it seemed that there was something more, and it suddenly swept over.

At that moment, another ray of bright golden Buddha light seemed to slowly and quickly sway in the ancestral hall.

The Buddha's light is like a great sun, sweeping away all the haze and mist.

When the Buddha's light completely faded away, although the ancestral hall looked quite gloomy because it had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time and the light was insufficient, it no longer had that gloomy meaning.

Even the air here seemed a little hotter and drier.

When all this calmed down, when the Buddha body went to look at the corpses that had long since lost their breath, the vague dislike from earlier was gone.

He slightly tilted the lamp in his hand, and two flames poured out from the lamp holder, falling towards the corpses nestled together in twos and threes.

Soon, these corpses were all reduced to ashes, except for the old site of the village and a piece of stardust quietly settled in the lamp in the Buddha's hand, there was no trace of them in the world here.

Facing the completely empty ancestral hall, the Buddha body did not leave immediately. He took the lamp and walked towards the portrait in the center of the ancestral hall.

Beside him, a breeze swirled in the ancestral hall, bringing up the scattered ashes in the ancestral hall.

When Jing Fu came to the table in the center of the ancestral hall, there was a gray-black ball floating in front of him.

The sphere is nothing but the last ashes left by nearly 300 people in this ancestral hall.Naturally, it also included the young man who fell on the village road.

There was no movement of the Buddha's body, and the gray-black ball fell into a clean wooden bowl, and was placed beside the row of tablets at the back of the table.

After placing the pile of ashes, a little golden flame flew out from the heart lamp in Buddha's hand.

The flame circled around in front of those tablets, and after lighting up the extinguished lampposts in front of those tablets, it returned to the lamp on the Buddha's body again.

Standing up with one palm on the Buddha's body, he leaned forward to worship, and at the same time sang the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Namo Amitabha."

The candles in front of the tablets were burning quietly, reflecting the names on the tablets, which seemed to brighten up the ancestral hall a little.

The Buddha body took one more look at the ancestral hall, turned and left.

After walking out of the threshold, he turned around and helped close the door before turning around and walking out of the village.

Without the Buddha body, the ancestral hall was extremely quiet, except for the occasional crackling of one or two lanterns, there was no movement.

It really quieted down, and it also got clean.

The Buddha body left everything in the ancestral hall behind, walked non-stop through the houses of the village, and left the entrance of the village.

When he closed the village gate again, a pale aura came from nowhere, entered the void above the Buddha's body and disappeared.

The movement of the Buddha's body stopped for a moment, and unfolded the merits behind his head.

Outside the virtuous light wheel that was almost condensed into a wheel shape, there were scattered bits of pale aura scattered here and there.

When the Buddha body saw it, he confirmed it in his heart.

The heart demon body also saw it in the sea of ​​consciousness, and explained the nature of these pale auras in one breath, "Yin De. '

The demon body seemed to ponder for a while, and after he bowed his head for a while, he suddenly smiled, "Guess, how did this Yin virtue come from?" '

At the moment when the demon body was speaking, the deity also turned out of the samadhi, and he was staring at those pale auras.

The Buddha frowned and thought for a while, but there was no answer, so he replied directly, "I don't know either." '

If it is said that it is because of the cleaning up of nearly three hundred remains, it does not seem to make sense.

After all, when Jingfu was in Jinghaojie earlier, Duhua had many more ghosts than these three hundred, and he only reaped merits, and he had never seen such ghosts.

The smile on the face of the demon body froze for a moment, then put it away, looked at the Buddha body lightly, and asked, 'What are you going to do? '

The Buddha body thought for a while, and finally shook his head, "I don't plan to do anything, just continue my practice." '

The demon body was about to say something, but the deity had already turned his gaze.

The demon body closed his mouth.

The deity's eyes turned away from the inner demon and landed on the Buddha, "do as you say." '

With the approval of the deity, the Buddha body naturally has no more scruples, and he nodded.

Xinmo body pouted, but didn't say more.

The deity ignored him, and when he saw the Buddha's body responding, he turned his gaze away to the world of Shensang, and remained silent for a long time.

The heart demon body was distracted by the deity's movements, his eyes stopped on the deity for a while, and followed the deity's line of sight, looking at the world of Shen Sang.

Naturally, there is a difference between the world of Shen Sang Realm and the world of Jing Hao Realm, one is the Middle Thousand World and the other is the Small Thousand World.If you really want to go deeper, it is that there is a small hell in the Shensang world that he can basically connect with the big hell, and the Jinghao world...

The small underworld was later organized by Jingfu, who helped clean it up.

Or, the emergence of yin virtue is not only because the body of the Buddha cleaned up the remains of these ordinary people.It may also be related to the residual resentment that has been swept away by the Buddha body.

The demon himself was still thinking about something, when he suddenly noticed the deity's gaze on him.

He also retracted his gaze, and raised his eyes to meet the deity's sight.

'I want you to remember that these things are just trivial things, useful but not that useful.What really matters is the understanding of it. '

The deity's tone was light, but the demon body heard some warnings from it.

But the demon body was not angry either, on the contrary, he was startled for a moment.

After tidying up his mind, the demon body nodded to the deity, 'I've made a note, don't worry, there will be no next time. '

The deity stared at him for a while, then took his gaze back.

He sank into tranquility again, and went to practice in meditation.

The heart demon body lowered its head and remained silent for a while, before raising its head to look at the deity again.After a while, he just turned his eyes away from the deity and turned to the Buddha.

There is no cloud of merit and virtue behind the Buddha's body, nor the light of merit and virtue. He only holds the heart lamp and walks forward at a leisurely pace.

Perhaps the eyes of the heart demon body stayed on his side for a long time, and the Buddha body finally turned its gaze to the world of the sea of ​​consciousness, and took a look at the heart demon body.

Apart from peace, there was nothing but a little pity in his eyes.

However, with just such a glance, the heart demon subconsciously sat up straight.

After realizing this, Xinmo pursed his lips and relaxed his body again.

The Buddha body waited for a while, but before the heart demon body could speak, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the road in front of him.