Is there... anything in the suitcase?
Han Chang wanted to ask this, but he couldn't. The scene in front of them exceeded their expectations and caught them both by surprise. But just as the light softened slightly and Xie Zhe slowly lowered his arm, the answer gradually emerged in his mind. He almost forgot that someone had reminded him before that they... carried important magic weapons with them.
The light did not dissipate, but it frightened everyone present - including the dead. This light has a kind of power. It carries the spiritual pressure of an unquestionable command, which cleanses the good deeds and suppresses the evil thoughts of the evil ones.
That's, that's...
A piece of pure white lotus scattered away, and the outline shown in the light was the Six Paths of Impermanence named Qingyang Chukong Mutsuki-kun. When the familiar face became clear, an indescribable touch made them almost shed tears.
saved. This is the first thought.
Survival is human's instinct, so they couldn't blame them for their second thought, which was lamenting Mutsuki-kun's appearance. So at this time Han Chang also remembered that Lord Uoyue had delivered important things to them a long time ago.
That is Mutsuki-kun's hair.
The figure born from the light is so energetic and radiant. His green cassock is clean and like new, but you can see the traces of years of wear. The black rosary beads on his chest disappeared, but there was a string of white beads in his hand, and the other hand held the tin stick he often used. He had a kind smile on his face, just like in the past. When the hat was slowly taken off, the two discovered that his hair had become much shorter.
Everyone knows that Mutsuki-kun is a monk who practices Buddhism. For him, he is still on a long, endless road of spiritual practice. But he has separated himself from the body, and his appearance is no longer important. As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but remain in the heart of the Buddha. I don't know how long ago, he had reached this state.
But for the six realms of impermanence, hair growth is controllable. I don’t know where he came from, but it must be related to the part he left behind. This part of his hair was sacrificed to this "magic", so he no longer had the waterfall-like black and beautiful black hair. His current appearance has diluted his original elegant and easy-going temperament, but this refreshing and capable appearance gave the two of them great encouragement.
"You're okay!" Xie Zhe shouted, "It's really, really great! We've always wanted to see you again——"
Mutsuki-kun slowly fell to the ground. Before his toes touched the ground, the dark ashes scattered lightly in all directions. Han Chang looked at his wrist and couldn't help but think about the origin of the bracelet. Mutsuki-kun said in their familiar and gentle voice:
"I know you two must have many questions. Let's explain...after everything calms down."
Of course - they know what's most important. Turning around, the two were surprised to find that white lotus flowers and flower vines tightly bound Feng. No wonder, while they were immersed in the surprise of finding something lost, the bad boy didn't take the opportunity to attack and take their lives. However, the vines that bound him began to crack, and he soon lost control.
Mutsuki-kun spread his fingers and the white beads slid towards his wrist. He took out the prayer wheel and muttered something. The prayer wheel inlaid with seven treasures was spinning, and the mantra seemed to flow out of it, filling it like smoke among the scorching flames. In the army, those who were still breathing suddenly dropped their weapons, and one or two of them tightly covered their ears. They looked in agony, as if a knife had been drilled into their eardrums.
The two of them froze in place, watching them running around like crazy. Some people shouted and some people knelt down and begged for mercy, but they didn't know what kind of enemy they encountered. I'm afraid the scriptures have worked - the merit of turning the prayer wheel once is like seeing thousands of Buddhas. It is rumored to be effective in purifying all diseases and evil spirits. Those polluted parts of the living are purified, but they remain persistent, and the rationality of the living is engaged in a fierce struggle against them.
They will be fine... For some reason, Xie Zhe has such confidence as long as Mutue-kun is around.
A red sheen flashed across the blood-seal throat. Its color is so vivid at this moment, as if blood will drip from it at any time. A flash of cold light flashed, and all the restraints around the evil spirit of killing were released. Feng's desire to attack became even stronger, which Han Chang didn't want to see. He immediately cast a spell to rekindle the blue flame. He didn't want to do this, but the reason was the same as Xie Zhe's: as long as Mutsuki-kun was around, his heart would always remain peaceful. And this tranquility gives him restraint - it locks in reason.
The two of them were so awake and felt so relaxed. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but the physical pain caused by the previous battle has completely subsided. The blue flames indeed stopped the killing process. Xie Zhe knew that Han Chang didn't want his life this time, but just stopped him from moving forward. Mutsuki-kun even contained their restlessness and murderous intent, but it seemed that it was far from enough to stop Kaede at this level.
"Your previous flames have restricted and modified Shiranui's original demonic power. Shiranui that has not been fully burned is the orange-red color of ordinary flames. It's good that you have this awareness, otherwise you would have been possessed by the out-of-control demonic thoughts. Instead."
"I... didn't want to hurt anyone." Han Chang said with difficulty, "I hurt some people because I wanted to protect others."
"I don't comment on your ideas. You may not have anything to do with Buddhism now, but that doesn't mean you are wrong." Mutsuki-kun smiled lightly, "This is your way of existence. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to maintain your existence." So far. Leave the rest to me."
Mutsuki-kun waved his tin staff, and the cold flame changed its color. From a distance, from the roots, they become a warm color again. But it's not as hot as vermilion, but a shining golden color. This light made Han Zhang feel nostalgic...it was like the color passing by when warming wine casts a spell.
Like a consciousness, the flames bloomed across the ground, burning away all the black, corpse dust. They are washed away from filth, purified, and ushered in eternal peace. The surrounding flames also changed their texture. What they didn't know was that if viewed from the sky at this time, the pattern of flames on the ground looked like a golden lotus.
Feng held the knife, and black and red light hovered around him. He approached step by step, as if he didn't know what fear was. The look in his eyes was too terrifying and had nothing to do with a child or a human being. But even so, Xie Zhe still said tremblingly:
"If, if it is possible... I don't want that child's life..."
"It depends on his luck." Mutsuki-kun's tone was emotionless, "There are some things we can't do anything about."
But do your best. They clearly heard the implication.
Mutsuki-kun took two steps forward with firm steps, and then stopped. He said to the two people behind him:
"I will cast a spell... which may have an uncomfortable effect on the monsters. But I think Mr. Zhongli should be able to withstand this test."
"As long as I can survive this disaster, I will thank you before it's too late."
"good."
His voice was soft, like a flower bud gently poking out of the water, or like petals falling out of the water with ripples.
Mutsuki-kun raised a hand, with the white rosary hanging on his wrist. He closed his eyes and whispered some spell in his mouth. The voice was easily swallowed up by the noise of the army, but Mutsuki-kun remained unmoved. Soon, he suddenly opened his eyes and at the same time knocked the tin stick in his hand hard on the ground.
At that moment, all the remaining dust dispersed in all directions. A kind of golden and white ripples swept across the land. He was clearly hitting the dull earth, but what they heard was like the sound of bells ringing from a distant temple. The sound was deep and distant, enough to make people forget all their troubles and pain at this moment.
But soon, Han Chang felt strong discomfort - just as Mutsuki-kun said, his chest was extremely depressed, as if a huge stone fell from the sky, crushing his body together with the earth. There was clearly no light in front of him, but he could only see a vast expanse of white. The light in front of you bursts out one after another, exploding in different places in your field of vision, just like... like raindrops falling on a calm pool, you never know which part will cause waves. The bells turned into tinnitus, echoing and overlapping one after another.
Han Zhang felt nauseous and almost vomited on the spot. His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't vomit anything. It was as if such filthy things were not allowed to pollute the earth in front of them.
He wanted to struggle, howl, and escape from this place where the Buddha's light shone.
Xie Zhe noticed something strange about him, but there was nothing he could do. Although this powerful spell did not have much impact on him, he did not feel relaxed. On the contrary, he was also shocked by the sight that Han Shan could not see in front of him.
——There seems to be only gold between heaven and earth.
These golden colors are not all the same, either deep or light, bright or dark, revealing an indescribable layering. They are layer upon layer, one wave after another, erupting from under your feet and rushing from all directions. They collided and agitated, forming silhouettes as tall as mountains. Even though they look bright and transparent, people clearly feel that they are some kind of entity with weight.
They heard screams - screams one after another. The seven orifices of all the dead burst out with white light, as if something was burning inside them, and then merged with the light. One by one, the dead twisted and disappeared, dissolving into the faint sound of chanting. Even the evil angel who killed him had the blade in his hand taken away by the powerful force. The blood-sealed throat bounced away far away, while he knelt on the ground and let out an indescribable, high-pitched scream.
Who is chanting? Too many, too many people... too many mouths opening their mouths at the same time, making the same sound as one person. What are you reading? Xie Zhe seemed to recognize it. He had clearly read it with Mu Yuejun when he was a child. The sound got louder and louder, one wave after another like a tsunami. Although there was no physical scene, Xie Zhe clearly felt that countless towering Buddha statues were surrounding them. In such scriptures and chants, all dirty things cannot escape their eyes.
This is called the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong.
