"Where did that corpse get me?"
Ye Qing frowned. Fortunately, thanks to his sense of demonic thoughts, there seemed to be no danger in the room, which made him sigh in relief.
In addition, the bluestone was a little weird, as if it could block his demonic thoughts and prevent him from detecting what was going on outside the room.
In addition, Ye Qing was still in the room and felt a mysterious power. He couldn't explain it, but it was mysterious, mysterious, and wonderful.
This kind of power can be used to practice meditation and is of great benefit to spiritual practice.
However, at this time, his own safety was not yet clear, so Ye Qing had no intention of practicing. He hesitated and stretched out his hand to open the door.
The moment he opened the door, Ye Qing's hair suddenly stood on end, and he felt horrified, as if something extremely terrible would happen if he stepped out of the room.
After a moment's hesitation, Ye Qing walked out of the room. The moment he stepped out of the room, Ye Qing felt a chill all over his body, and a Buddha appeared in the distance.
The Buddha has three heads and six arms, each of which holds a sword, Buddhist beads, a golden bowl, a tin staff, a wooden fish, and a precious seal. The Buddha's light overflows from his body, just like the sun. As he walks, sweet springs gush out from under his feet, and lotuses grow at every step.
But the strange thing is that the Buddha has no face.
Three heads, all without faces.
Although he had no face, Ye Qing could see a look of compassion on his face.
As the Buddha walked, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and Ye Qing could vaguely distinguish the eight words "The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and find the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately."
These eight words were originally Buddhist words to persuade people to do good, but now they are big and small, high and low, and strange and evil.
The moment he heard the Sanskrit sound, Ye Qing suddenly felt guilty and couldn't help but repent and blame himself, thinking about death.
Ye Qing hurriedly used his magic thoughts to protect his soul. The magic lotus swayed, dispelling the strange emotions in his heart and returning to normal.
At this time, Ye Qing discovered that five or six people came out of the darkness next to them. They were men and women, old and young, with different levels of realm. The high ones had the realm of washing the gods, while the low ones only had the pulse extension.
But without exception, everyone looked confused. When they walked in front of the Faceless Buddha, they suddenly knelt down and blamed themselves, crying and crying.
Some people cut off their meridians...
Someone grabs the ground with his head...
Someone killed himself with a knife...
In the blink of an eye, all those people were dead.
The Faceless Buddha was indifferent and continued to walk towards Ye Qing, the sound of the Sanskrit became louder and louder.
Ye Qing's mind began to waver, and he felt guilty, self-blame and other emotions.
"What the hell is this?"
Ye Qing was horrified and thought of retreating.
"Hey, little brother, it's you?! That's great."
Suddenly, a head popped out of the room next to him and said in shock when he saw Ye Qing.
"Huh? Yipou?" Ye Qing was stunned when he saw that person. That person was clearly Yipong. He really didn't expect that he could meet an acquaintance here?
"What are you doing standing still? The Faceless Buddha is coming soon. Little brother, come in quickly!" Yipou said hurriedly.
Ye Qing did not hesitate and entered the room where Yipou was.
As soon as he entered the room, Yipo immediately closed the door. After closing the door, he looked panicked.
The house where Yipou lived was almost the same size as the house where he lived before. The two of them stayed together, which seemed quite crowded.
"Brother, what is this place? Why are you here?" Ye Qing asked.
"Shh..." Yi Pian shushed, signaling Ye Qing to be quiet, with a solemn expression on his face.
At the same time, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from outside the door, and the sound became louder and louder. It was obvious that the faceless Buddha was walking towards them.
"The sea of suffering is boundless. Turn around and find the shore. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"The sea of suffering is boundless. Turn around and find the shore. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"The sea of suffering is boundless. Turn around and find the shore. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
Weird and strange Sanskrit sounds, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, reverberated in the room. Ye Qing's sea of consciousness swayed, as if everything he had done before was wrong.
Due to his own incompetence, Junshan Village was destroyed;
Due to his own fault, lives in Anyang County were devastated;
Due to his own fault, the people of Luoshui County were in dire straits;
Because of his own mistakes, Tianyong City was in chaos.
wrong……
wrong……
wrong……
His hands were even more stained with blood.
Killing monsters without caring about living things;
Killing human beings without regard for human life;
Tired and innocent, regardless of ethics;
Practice evil laws and ignore good and evil;
regret……
regret……
regret……
Guilt, shame, self-blame and other emotions slowly grew in his heart, and a faceless Buddha with the Buddha's light shining all over him vaguely appeared in front of him.
I, the Buddha, have mercy, put down the butcher's knife, and turn back to the shore.
Ye Qing couldn't help but want to kneel down in front of the Buddha, feeling pain, repentance, and self-blame;
In front of the Buddha, he was killed by his neck to atone for his sins.
"No, I'm not wrong."
"I do not regret."
"Since I have done nothing wrong and have no regrets, why should I atone for my sins?"
Suddenly, Ye Qing knelt down with his fingers, and his demonic thoughts flew away. The faceless Buddha in front of him shook, but it did not break. On the contrary, the Sanskrit sound became louder.
"I don't believe in Buddha, why would Buddha bother me?"
Ye Qing's eyes gradually became as deep as the night. Within the sea of consciousness, the magic lotus with only three petals swayed slowly. The evil thoughts rippled like water. All the negative emotions that had grown in his mind were wiped out by the devil. The demonic energy absorbed by the lotus was transformed into wisps of essence, and gathered in a looming and vague shadow above the lotus.
Shadow is his shadow.
It's just that he has just begun to condense the Yin God, so the Yin God has not yet taken shape, it is just a chaotic blur with no discernible shape.
"There is no Buddha in my heart, so how can the Buddha restrain me?"
"Get out of here..."
The Yin God on the magic lotus knelt down with his fingers, and the evil thoughts turned into a sword and killed the Buddha.
Faceless Buddha, split into two.
The Sanskrit sound calling for life disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Ugh... I am incompetent..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I feel guilty for being a poor Taoist. I can't shine in my family. I am a poor Taoist who deserves to die..."
At this time, Ye Qing heard a burst of crying, and saw that Yipou seemed to be affected by the Sanskrit sound. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, feeling extremely ashamed.
At first, Ye Qing was a little worried that Yipou would be like the others before, so he opened the door and rushed out, and then died of shame.
But slowly, Ye Qing discovered that when he was poor, he only cried, shouted about being incompetent and ashamed, but had no intention of committing suicide, so he felt relieved.
Obviously, being poor has a way to save one's life.
At this time, the Sanskrit sound outside the door rang again.
Seeing that nothing happened, Ye Qing concentrated on resisting the weird Sanskrit sounds and the faceless Buddha, for fear that the terrifying faceless Buddha would rush in.
Time slowly passed, and the Sanskrit sounds echoing in the house became more and more terrifying. Fortunately, the "The Great Demonic Sutra of Other Transformations" is so magical that it can refine all kinds of negative emotions caused by the Sanskrit sounds and resist the erosion of the Sanskrit sounds. But even so, as the As time went by, he showed signs of being unable to resist and became trance-like.
On the ground, the poor no longer cried bitterly, only howling.
The only good news is that the Faceless Buddha did not burst into the room, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
I don’t know how long it took, but as I was in a trance, the Sanskrit sounds outside the door slowly became smaller, as if the faceless Buddha was slowly leaving.
After about ten breaths, the Sanskrit sound completely disappeared, and the previous silence returned to the outside of the room.
Only inside the room, Yipou was still howling.
"Brother, stop howling."
What about howling?
Ye Qing patted Yipou's face. He really wanted to slap him and call him out. He still remembers the slap he slapped when he saved Yipou in the Demon Tomb. That feeling is still lingering in his mind.
It's a pity that there is no one here to take the blame, so we can't take action at will.
"The Faceless Buddha is gone?!"
Yipou woke up and asked.
"Let's go." Ye Qing said, "Do you know what's out there?"
Yipou touched the snot and tears on his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground without any image: "Those are the Faceless Buddha and the Sanskrit Sound of Life."
"Faceless Buddha? Life-seeking Sanskrit sound?" Ye Qing frowned.
Yipin said: "The faceless Buddha has evil thoughts and impermanent weirdness. It is the evil thoughts of the eminent monks and virtuous people after their death. The whole body of Buddhism is transformed into the Sanskrit sound calling for life. Anyone who is not strong-willed will hear the Sanskrit sound calling for life. They will feel guilty and blame themselves, cry bitterly, and finally commit suicide to atone for their sins by converting.”
Ye Qing nodded to express his understanding.
