Dengtangjing comes from the meaning of entering the hall.
This world and this era are all a magnificent stage, and only when you reach the level of the Dengtang realm can you truly show your splendor on this stage.
This is the Dengtang realm...
Jiang Qin entered the Dengtang realm today. She didn't seem to feel any obstacles, so she took a simple step in.
It's just as easy as having a threshold in front of you and stepping over it.
Many monks at the peak of their entry level spent their entire lives facing obstacles that they could not overcome. Many more monks had bottlenecks that they could not reach throughout their lives, but Jiang Qin easily broke them.
But there was no joy in her heart. Instead, she looked at the palm of her hand thoughtfully.
How could the handwriting left by the master disappear at this time sooner rather than later? Could it be that it was just such a coincidence? No, for those ascetics who hold high in the clouds, there is no so-called coincidence in this world, only the will of God.
Maybe all this is in Master's calculation.
Jiang Qin is not happy. It doesn't matter to her whether she is a beginner or a master. If she can save the life of the person in her arms by giving up her current state, she will do it without hesitation.
But she couldn't do it. She could only sit in the red clouds and stare blankly like a fool who had lost everything.
"Xia Zhichan..."
She called softly, but heard no response.
The woman's eyes dimmed, and her empty eyes were filled with memories. She recalled the first time she met this man, and she didn't know why she felt different about him.
It's hard to explain, really hard.
When we met for the first time on the lake in Jiangcheng, he stood on the bow of the boat, showing no signs of mastery. When he saw his menacing arrival, he just touched his nose and smiled.
At that time, Jiang Qin never imagined what kind of story would happen to this somewhat unattractive man in front of him.
Later, when I went to Nangong's house to slay demons, I only went to him on a whim, wanting to see what the methods of the lineage of trapped dragon mountain spiritual officials who had always claimed to be about subduing demons were.
Then he used stones to fish on the boating lake. It was really hard to understand what he was thinking, but he also set up a spell on the shore to lure the rebellious catfish over.
At that time, Jiang Qin also felt that he was indeed very powerful.
Also, that time at the liquor store, he was so drunk that he actually took the opportunity to eat his own tofu. When he was anxious, he threw him out like a windmill.
Now that I think about it, it's really funny.
The woman arched her eyebrows and had a shy smile on her face.
She was stuck in her memories and refused to come out, maybe in this way she could not accept the facts before her.
The blood on the man's body was still oozing out. Even if Jiang Qin tried to inject Qi to stop it, he found that it was of no use.
Not only did the flesh and blood all over Xia Zhichan's body look like it had been beaten to pieces, but even the bones were brittle, and you could hear a cracking sound when you touched it with your hands.
He is now like soft tofu wrapped in a piece of gauze, trembling, as if it could break with a light touch.
"Amitabha……"
With a golden light, Zen Master Fu Kong finally rushed over.
He looked at Xia Zhichan, who was glowing with blood on the clouds and turned into a showerhead. He had never seen such a scene before, and asked in shock:
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, Xia Lingguan, this is..."
When Zen Master Fu Kong was young, he could be considered a man who had seen the world when he traveled around the world. Ordinary dead people and corpses did not scare him at all, but the human figure that was constantly bleeding in front of him still made him feel uneasy.
It wasn't because the scene was too horrific, but because he didn't expect Xia Zhichan to be injured so seriously.
Jiang Qin heard Zen Master Fukong's question, but she didn't move or raise her head. It didn't seem to matter what she said now.
Zen Master Fukong clasped his hands together, with a look of shame on his face.
He is the most cultivated and oldest person among all the people, but now Xia Zhichan is seriously injured and on the verge of death, and Taoist Chimei who came with Jiang Qin from the Taoist sect was even killed and turned into a ghost.
All these things made him feel ashamed.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that Xia Lingguan saved us in the end..."
Zen Master Fukong barely supported his body. He sighed and shook his head, then closed his eyes and slowly recited Buddhist scriptures.
Golden Sanskrit words popped out of his mouth, and then floated along the wind to Xia Zhichan, who was covered in blood, and quickly integrated into his body.
But nothing works.
Zen Master Fu Kong did not give up, and a large amount of golden Sanskrit words came out, and then all of them entered Xia Zhichan's body.
The blood still showed no sign of stopping.
"it's useless……"
Jiang Qin was already frustrated, she shook her head and said.
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Fukong suddenly raised his voice, and a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed from his body.
A smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.
Suddenly there is a fragrance of flowers in the cold wind of late autumn. I don’t know what kind of flower it is. It seems that all the flowers in the world have the fragrance, but if you smell it carefully, you can’t smell anything.
Then he made a seal with his hands and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
Tender green shoots sprouted out of the already ravaged ground, and they swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the arrival of spring.
Then a plump flower bud protruded from a few pieces of grass, shaking its wide green and slender leaves, and nodded slightly in the direction of Zen Master Fu Kong.
Zen Master Fukong did not open his eyes. He clearly had no Qi, but while chanting sutras, he caused visions in the world.
The flower buds swayed for a while, as if they were really listening to Zen Master Fu Kong's chanting.
Jiang Qin looked at the scene in front of her and felt extremely entangled in her heart. On the one hand, she hoped that a miracle would happen and save Xia Zhichan's life; on the other hand, she did not want Zen Master Fu Kong's efforts to be in vain in the end.
Her body and hands were covered with the man's blood.
The strong smell of blood filled her nose all the time, and the blood on her hands was even warm. She should have been nauseated, because she never liked bloody scenes, and the smell of blood was even more uncomfortable.
But now she has forgotten everything, maybe she is numb.
The little novice monk who was dozing in Lewang's Mansion suddenly sat up. He seemed to have just slept, but also seemed to have been beaten.
There is no place in my body that does not hurt.
But he had no intention of caring about his physical condition. His heart was pounding, and an extremely bad feeling enveloped him.
Jie Se stood up vigorously. His whole body was obviously in pain, and even his walking legs were limping, but he rushed out of Prince Le's Mansion as if he was crazy.
"Master! Master!"
He shouted, not feeling even if he bumped into people along the way.
Some passers-by saw his demented appearance and thought he was a fool, so they fled away. Of course, there were also some passers-by who didn't take it too seriously and came to tease him on purpose, or even tripped him up on purpose.
Snapped!
Jie Se fell to the ground. Even in this state, he still struggled to crawl towards the gate of Jiangcheng.
"Master! Master, don't abandon me..."
He shouted and shouted, but the great monk who always doted on him never answered. Jiese lay on the cold ground, screaming loudly, tears and snot pouring out of his eyes.
But Zen Master Fu Kong who was far away on the river bank couldn't hear it.
After Zen Master Fukong finished reciting the entire Ksitigarbha Sutra, he smiled slightly, and his body exuded the Buddha's light of compassion for the common people.
The swaying flower buds around me also bloomed at the same time, and they were all golden lotuses. When the sun fell, they shone brightly like the colors of the rainbow.
"Amitabha……"
The monk recited his last Buddha's name, and then heard him say:
"Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Flowers are falling from the sky and golden lotuses are flowing from the ground.
Jiang Qin had only heard of it. It was said that those with advanced Buddhist and Taoist practices could induce visions while chanting sutras. The most powerful ones could even include unicorns offering treasures and phoenixes circling.
And following the words of Zen Master Fu Kong.
She was holding the lifeless Xia Zhichan in her arms, but suddenly her heartbeat started to sound again. Jiang Qin put her palms on his chest in surprise, feeling the rhythm of life incredibly.
Everything was not over yet, the blood on Xia Zhichan's body began to re-enter his body bit by bit, and the blood that was originally stuck on Yun Duo and Jiang Qin's body also peeled off.
Even the blood that had previously dripped onto the ground flew back.
What kind of powerful magic is this that can actually bring the dead back to life? You must know that the more powerful the spell, the greater the requirements it places on the caster. For example, Xia Zhichan, a mortal, cast an emergency spell and ended up being like this.
And if he wants to save Xia Zhichan, what method can Zen Master Fu Kong, who has almost exhausted his true energy, use?
Xia Zhichan gradually returned to the appearance in Jiang Qin's memory. Not only did he regain his flesh and blood, he even recovered a lot of his bones.
Overjoyed, Jiang Qin leaned down and put her cheek against the man's face, feeling his breath and temperature.
What will happen to Zen Master Fu Kong?
She raised her head and saw the monk sitting among the ceiling and golden lotus smiling and closing his eyes.
The golden light slowly converged, but did not disappear completely. Instead, it attached to Zen Master Fu Kong's body, turning him into a golden Buddha.
A true...Buddha.
If you want to save Xia Zhichan, you can only use this method under the current situation, which is the simplest way of one life for one. Zen Master Fukong sat down and exchanged his own life for Xia Zhichan's life.
The Golden Buddha was lifeless. If Jiang Qin hadn't watched everything happen, he would have thought that the Golden Buddha in front of him was made of clay, not a living person.
She lowered her head and gently put down Xia Zhichan, who had regained her vitality.
Then he kowtowed three times respectfully in front of Zen Master Fu Kong's seated Golden Buddha.
…
The little novice monk crawled on the ground and cried bitterly. He knew it, even if he didn't really see it with his own eyes, he just knew it.
The master who loved him was no longer there.
Tears mixed with snot made the ground in front of him wet.
A golden hand stretched out in mid-air, gently touched the head of the young novice monk a few times, and then knocked the last chestnut.
Boom.
The little novice monk suddenly stood up. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body and stood up quickly.
He touched the top of his head and seemed to understand something.
Although the young novice monk was young and immature, he also imitated his master's example. He clasped his hands respectfully and recited in a low voice:
"Amitabha……"
