On the celestial burial platform, the sound of chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall became louder and louder.
"Dang! Dang! Dang..." A sonorous sound sounded in the wind, which was ten times more terrifying than Xiao Die'er's House of Flying Daggers!
But it was the mage in the small courtyard who waved the terrifying and weird knife in his hand and slashed at the corpse resting on the stone platform.
For a moment, corpse water splashed, dirty blood flew everywhere, and stains were splashed all over the mage... Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and Li Xiuyuan, who was standing dozens of feet away in the downwind, had to cover his mouth and nose.
As he waved his hand, his face was tightly wrapped in a black silk scarf, which Shuzi and Xiaohu had bought for him at the desert border.
Even after countless years, she is still by his side.
The sound of knives in the small courtyard continued, like the hammer of death hitting Li Xiuyuan's chest hard, and the vultures lying on the wall of the courtyard let out a cheer.
So, they know that the next moment is their happiest moment.
Under the constant sound of swords, the face of the herdsman kneeling on the ground showed a look of expectation, and he was still chanting Buddhist scriptures along with the old monk in the Buddhist temple.
"Woo!" A shrill sound of wind sounded in the air.
For example, the nine thousand skeletons on the dome of the main hall let out bursts of roars at this moment, and in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea, they were like the battlefield before Xiaodie.
Suddenly there was an earth-shaking roar, heading towards him.
In Yamu Temple, Ouyang Manxue sighed quietly.
Looking at Xiaodie'er, she smiled bitterly and said, "I lost to your master many years ago, but I failed to win against his precious disciple many years later."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Die'er laughed: "Sister, don't be angry, Xiao Die'er is not as capable as you. In comparison, I am not as good as you."
"Why?"
Ouyang Manxue put away the guqin in front of her and looked at Xiaodie'er and asked.
Xiaodie'er also put away her guqin and said with a smile: "Master taught me this skill. It's very simple. I don't listen to your voice when I play the piano."
Ouyang Manxue was stunned and shook her head: "How is that possible?"
Xiaodie'er clapped her little hands and said: "At that time, the master was forging iron and Xiaodie'er was playing the piano. He asked me to think about the breeze in the mountains and not listen to the sound of his ironwork..."
While Ouyang Xuan, Ouyang Manxue and Crow Crow were stunned, Xiao Die'er briefly recounted the scene that happened that year.
These are things Wu Wu doesn't know because he hasn't thought about whether to learn the piano from his master.
Ouyang Xuan sighed and said with a smile: "The crow has entered Junior Sister's artistic conception, and I have entered Xiaodie'er's artistic conception. This time, you two are considered equal."
Xiao Die'er quickly said: "That's right, we tied, no one won."
Then he chuckled into the void and said, "Master, are you satisfied with this result?"
At that moment, Li Xiuyuan wrapped his entire face, and there was still a strong smell of corpse in his mouth and nose.
The old monk told him that some herdsmen's homes were far away, and corpses were flowing out all the way to Yam Temple.
Even so, the mage on the sky burial platform still had to untie them on the stone platform before starting to feed the howling vultures.
Today, eight deceased people will be buried together in the sky here, and the mage will have to wield his sword to untie the eight corpses one by one before allowing these guys to grab food.
Before the mage could complete half of the task, the vultures lying on the wall of the courtyard, separated by a black cloth, roared in unison.
To Li Xiuyuan's ears, it was like passing by a pond raised by villagers. The ducks inside roared "quack!" to tell the owner that they were hungry.
After walking through the heavens, Li Xiuyuan encountered such a situation for the first time.
While holding back his vomiting, he replied to Xiao Die'er: "That's very good. You should ask Sister Manxue for more advice on piano skills and don't be complacent."
Xiao Die'er nodded, and then felt a hint of unspeakable emotion in Li Xiuyuan's voice.
So he asked: "Master, where are you? Did something terrible happen around you?"
Li Xiuyuan heard the sound of "Dang! Dang! Dang..." in his ears, and there was a strong smell in his mouth and nose. He could only smile bitterly and said: "Master is in hell."
Even though he has experienced hundreds of battles and killed hundreds of thousands of enemies on the battlefield, he has never experienced anything like this.
Even more terrifying than him cultivating Buddhism under the abyss.
Xiaodie'er was shocked when she heard this, turned around and shouted to Ouyang Manxue: "Sister is not good, the master said he is in hell."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "You go and have fun, and don't disturb my practice anymore."
Xiao Die'er said "Oh!" and then looked at Ouyang Manxue and Ouyang Xuan blankly. She wanted to get the news about her master from their mouths.
Ouyang Xuan looked at her and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "That is a place that neither my junior sister nor I want to go to. It is not an exaggeration for your master to say that it is hell."
Xiaodie'er shrank her head after hearing this, looked at the crow beside her and asked, "Junior brother, do you want to go and have a look?"
Crow shook his head desperately: "I won't go."
...
Li Xiuyuan in front of the celestial burial platform listened to the sonorous sound coming from the wind and murmured: "Bodhisattva, there is heaven on one side and hell on the other. Why don't you come here to save them?"
After a while, Ksitigarbha's voice came from the divine sea: "Among the heavens and worlds, where do you want me to live? Wherever you are, you are Ksitigarbha, and you can also save them."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "I am already in hell."
Ksitigarbha said disapprovingly: "That means you haven't seen the real hell. What you saw in the abyss were just some resentful souls, and what you see in front of you is their rotting flesh."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "I have never seen such a situation."
Ksitigarbha replied: "Congratulations, you have seen it now. Buddha said that seeing is possessing. You should save the lonely souls hovering in the sky and unwilling to leave."
Before Li Xiuyuan could think about how to reply, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away.
The mage who appeared in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea instantly lifted up the black cloth about two feet long behind him, as if a general had issued an order to attack.
"Boom..." a sound sounded.
In an instant, the sky was full of "quack!" sounds, and the vultures, which had been impatient for a long time, poured into the small courtyard like the tide breaking a dike.
The vulture lying on the wall of the courtyard waited for the companions behind the black cloth to rush in, and then flopped down.
The mage entered the hut behind him with a knife, obviously to wash away the blood stains all over his body, and the vultures finally started today's feast.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and speechless.
Ksitigarbha said quietly: "When it comes to hell, in front of you is just a microcosm of hell. As long as you look up, you will be in heaven, and when you turn around, you will be in the world..."
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but fell down on the spot blankly.
He murmured: "On one side is the world, on the other side is hell. When you look up, you will see heaven. Bodhisattva is compassionate."
Ksitigarbha continued: "This has been the case here for thousands of years. They hope that these vultures can eat up the bodies of their relatives and then take their souls to heaven..."
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly: "Thank you Bodhisattva."
After the two people talked in detail, it was less than a quarter of an hour.
The vultures in the small courtyard have all turned their heads and swayed their bodies, crawling up the slope like little pigs.
The small courtyard is the world of mages, and the slope is their paradise.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the thousands of vultures in front of him, and in just the blink of an eye, they all devoured the corpse of the mage that had been chopped off for half an hour.
And after eating, he never stopped and turned around and left immediately.
"Woooo..." A gust of mountain wind blew...
Almost all the herdsmen turned their heads at this moment, and like the vultures climbing up the mountain, turned around and headed down the mountain.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan also turned his head.
The wind was so strong that he almost vomited, carrying the overwhelmingly strong smell.
Under Li Xiuyuan's silent gaze, the satiated vultures slowly climbed up the hillside.
On the other side, the herdsmen who had sent away their relatives turned away in an instant like vultures.
Like a surging river, it was cut off by a sword from the gods above the nine heavens, and separated in the middle of lightning and stone fire. Two different torrents surged in two opposite directions.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a long time.
When he wanted to say something, Ksitigarbha had disappeared from the sea of gods, and it was obvious that the Bodhisattva also left at this moment.
Li Xiuyuan, who was about to leave, could not move an inch at this moment. He felt that he had become one with the stone platform under him and the mountain.
Not to mention getting up and leaving, I couldn't even move my body.
The dark wind howled in the mountains, the sky was filled with black clouds, and the rotten smell in his mouth was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. At this moment, he once again remembered what Ksitigarbha said, on one side is hell and on the other side is the world.
The Ksitigarbha in the Divine Sea has obviously left and will no longer respond to his call.
Again, he remembered what the old Taoist master said: "It is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others!"
Unconsciously, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the stone platform, recited a verse from his mouth: "Everything is also a great Arhat. All outflows have been eliminated, the mind is at ease, everything has been done, and all worries have been subdued... .”
As the scriptures were recited from his mouth, Li Xiuyuan's restless heart gradually calmed down.
Holding a flower in one hand, a green leaf came from the wind and pinched it in his hand. The other hand was spread out like a Ksitigarbha holding a golden bead, illuminating the world.
He recited from his mouth: "Also in the morning when the sun first rises, the hair on the body stands on end, blood all over the body appears as luxurious as a polo, tears fill the eyes, and I feel great distress."
At that moment, a golden light passed through the layers of black clouds in the sky, falling on the small courtyard where the vultures had just left, and shining on the celestial burial platform where blood flowed everywhere.
A ghost like a star rose from the stone platform and flew into the sky with this golden light.
Gradually, more ghosts turned into starlight, coming from around the small courtyard and on the slope where the vultures had just left.
From the bodies of the vultures that were lying on the ground temporarily unable to fly, they turned into starlight and rose from the top of the mountain filled with black clouds. This golden light went away at will...
Gradually, a beam of golden light passed through the heavy dark clouds, as if a light door opened in the sky.
Let the lonely souls from the celestial burial platform of Yam Temple, from the mountains, and from the wilderness be able to leave through this golden door of ascension.
The difference is that Li Xiuyuan, who fell on the stone platform, has become one with the mountaintop.
Only a faint light shines in the hand, and the golden light falling from the sky is like spring breeze turning into rain, dissolving the black clouds condensed in the sky bit by bit.
Just like peeling off a cocoon, each thread takes away the resentful soul in the black cloud that refuses to leave.
When the old monk Duoji walked out of the Buddhist temple, he looked up at the sky and saw a beam of golden light falling in the sky, and saw ghosts filling the sky like starlight.
Feeling surprised, he looked around for the boy's shadow.
At this time, the herdsmen on the mountain had already descended one after another, and no one could be seen, except for the young man sitting on the stone platform, holding flowers and chanting sutras like Ksitigarbha...
The old monk glanced at the sky, and then at the green leaves in the young man's hand, the palm like a golden bead, and the light like a firefly.
The old monk was about to speak when he heard the scriptures coming from the wind.
"The so-called happiness and suffering, permanent impermanence, purity and impurity, selflessness, reality and unreality, refuge is not refuge, sentient beings are not sentient beings...interruption, nirvana is not nirvana."
At this moment, before the old monk could react, a lotus flower transformed from the green leaves in the young man's hands, rising slowly and getting bigger.
Living in the Ksitigarbha in the mountains, I borrowed the divine power of the Bodhisattva to transform a green leaf into a huge lotus.
The golden pearl in his hand illuminates the earth, and a lotus flower wants to save the resentful souls in the sky and purify this world.
The old monk clasped his hands together and murmured: "This is what I heard."
