Huijian commanded his spiritual power and rushed towards the aperture above the head of the Ahan statue.
This was the method they had planned before. Each person controlled part of the apertures of the Agama Statue, and then used their strength together to drive the Agama Statue, and then used the Agama Statue to drive the Asking Heart Bead.
And what he got was the key point in Ahan's head.
Just when Huijian was directing his spiritual power, he felt like a fish swimming happily in the sea and struggling to move forward.
"listen to me"
Suddenly a very thin, extremely whispering voice appeared in Huijian's ear.
Huijian was startled. He looked around and found that there was nothing but fragrant power around him.
He opened his physical eyes again and took a look, and found that except for him, everyone else seemed to be sitting cross-legged and unaffected. Everyone's face had a solemn expression, showing an extremely pure state.
"Don't be surprised, I'm right by your side"
The voice whispered again.
This time Huijian finally confirmed that the voice was directed at him alone.
"Who are you?" Huijian snorted and said loudly with a kind of spiritual power with Sanskrit sounds, "Evil heretics, please retreat quickly!"
"Hahaha," the murmuring voice said slowly, as if watching Huijian do something extremely funny, "I am you."
The voice lingered in Huijian's ears, like waves swirling around him in the sea. He whispered softly, "You and I are one, let me go." , where can I go?"
"Who are you?" Huijian took a calm breath and asked with a frown.
He is profound in Buddhism and knows that the more strange situations he encounters, the less he can be shaken, confused, doubtful and frightened.
On the contrary, the more you can respond calmly and calmly, the easier it will be to escape.
"I am the Buddha nature in your heart!" The man whispered again.
Suddenly, an old monk emerged from the power of the incense. He looked like the head of the Prajna Hall.
"master?"
When Huijian saw the old monk, he asked with a very strange expression.
I saw the old monk say, "Didn't I tell you? In our Mahayana Buddhism, the Buddha is neither Sakyamuni nor Tathagata. He is just the Buddha nature in our hearts."
"Each of us is just an eternal chrysalis, and every chrysalis contains a hidden Buddha."
"No need to pretend to be a ghost!" Huijian stared coldly at the old monk in front of him and said with clear eyes.
"You are not my master, why would you use his old man's words to deceive me?"
After Huijian finished speaking, the old monk exploded in the incense with a "bang" sound.
But the nightmare still didn't end, and the murmuring voice continued to haunt me.
"People who are addicted to the dream of lust, when your attachment to me gradually fades, will you wake up? Or do you happen to believe that the final destination is to sacrifice yourself?"
Huijian said unmoved, "None of the bad karma we have done will leave our bodies. How can you confirm that sacrifice is the ultimate method?"
The murmuring voice seemed to be louder, and Huijian felt as if his spiritual energy was being wrapped up.
He tried hard to put his thoughts deep into his own spiritual power, push away the feeling of being wrapped in fragrant power, and strive to move forward.
Suddenly, as if it was the first time for him to be rubbed on his head, Huijian felt as if he was being gently touched by Xiangli on the top of his head, and his whole body suddenly entered a trance state.
He only heard the voice becoming more and more distant.
"listen to me"
The voice could only be heard whispering more, but it seemed to be clearer, so much so that Huijian could not help but imprint every word that the voice said into his ears.
"What I want to tell you is not here, but on the other side of the Ganges." The voice was extremely strange, as if he was trying his best to remember or read.
"There is a strange river there. The water flowing in the river is a dark red color like saffron, and it also has a disgusting and strange smell of sulfur. Do you know where that is?"
"I don't know." Huijian found that since he couldn't get away for the time being, he lost his temper and started to deal with the other party.
The voice seemed to ignore Huijian's negative answer, but continued to mutter to himself.
"The strangest thing about that river is that it doesn't flow towards the Ganges at all, but instead flows in the opposite direction, constantly drawing water from the Ganges."
"And as soon as the Ganges water enters this river, it will automatically turn into this strange saffron-like dark red, full of the smell of sulfur."
Huijian continued to hold his own and was not in a hurry to answer.
The voice didn't seem to care about Huijian's attitude, but continued:
"What's even more strange is that on the edge of the river, there is a pale wasteland covered with water lilies."
"The fine water lilies stood facing each other in that wilderness, sighing, raising their long, white necks to the sky, shaking their heads forever."
"And they will make a low and strange sound, as if splashing water droplets from the river are hitting the bank." The voice began to become more and more emotional, murmuring unhurriedly.
"Suddenly, to the east of the water lilies, another group of towering ancient trees began to sway here and there. In the gloomy forest, it was like waves on the bottom of the sea suddenly surged, sending out huge waves. sound."
Huijian was about to speak when suddenly the emotional voice began to become faster and louder.
I could only hear him speaking loudly with a unique rhythm
"Then the moon rose through the pale mist, emitting bleeding light."
"Under the illumination of that light, the water lilies that had stretched their necks completely disappeared, while the trembling tree crowns began to drip dew drop by drop from their crowns.
"At the same time, some strange poisonous flowers grew beside these tree roots, and these poisonous flowers were writhing in restless sleep."
"And on the top of these tree crowns, there is a rustling sound. The gray clouds have been drifting towards the west forever, floating straight to the top of the fiery red wall on the horizon, rolling into a waterfall-like heavy rain and falling again. Into the river.”
At this point, the voice suddenly stopped, as if he was savoring the scene carefully.
I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like just a moment, and the voice began to ask quietly again
"What I saw from your heart at this time, can you tell me where is the deepest picture hidden in your heart?"
Huijian was silent for a moment and sighed, "This is hell."
"Oh, so this is the hell in your heart." The voice suddenly said.
"I have to say, this hell is really beautiful." The voice continued to comment.
However, he quickly and suddenly sighed, "I suddenly discovered that every illusion created by faith is like a body of the Holy God. This body even has ghostly power."
"It's like this illusion in your heart. It seems that every place that can bring peace has such a strange other side!"
"There is Western Bliss, and there is hell. This world is like a mirror image, and there are always two opposite sides. What's so strange about this? Even in the heart, it's the same." Huijian said coldly.
"Besides" he didn't seem to want to argue with the voice at all, but then said in a cold tone, "I know who you are, you are just asking Xinzhu, right?"
"Huh?" the voice sighed in surprise.
"You are really smart. Not only are you the first among these people to discover me, but you are also the first to call me by my name."
"No wonder your master named you with the word "jian". You really have extraordinary knowledge."
Then the voice sighed quickly, "However, sometimes, cleverness is not a stumbling block on the road to enlightenment."
After the voice finished speaking, it fell completely silent.
Huijian struggled hard again before feeling as if he had just woken up from a long nightmare. And the pressure of the fragrant power that oppressed his spiritual power has completely disappeared.
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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