The all-pervasive voice seemed to invade the depths of his heart.
Dongling knelt on the ground, trembling and afraid to touch Abi's phantom.
What is true?
Abi didn't break their promise, right? Why lie to him?
Dongling figured out the cause of the matter in just a short moment.
"You thought you were helping her, but when she was stuck in it, she kept calling your name."
"Aren't you her brother Alang? Why, aren't you heartbroken at all?"
The man paused and lowered his head in pain.
Demonic spirits are best at bewitching people's hearts. If there is any flaw, they will take advantage of it and turn into inner demons to kill people.
But even so, he couldn't watch Abi's painful death struggle in the phantom.
Abi, lying in a pool of blood, stared at the sky desperately, her eyes slowly turning.
Dongling knelt beside her, not knowing how to help her.
No, he can't help.
These are just illusions given to him by evil spirits!
The dark voice laughed foolishly.
"You are such a heartless monk. Abi was not so desperate when she was put in the coffin. Do you know how much she miss when she was raped? But you just walked away. Do you know how much she wanted to die? Poor, how much pain is she in?"
"She wanted to replace others as a flower girl, but she was eaten up by these people bite by bite."
"It's good to die, it's good to die. The fire will burn them all. They are all dead, and they all have to suffer for me."
Dongling shook his head, trying to get rid of this annoying sound, but his inner demons clung to him like maggots on his tarsus and kept talking in his ears.
"Abi wants you to save her, have you done so?"
He was sweating profusely and said with difficulty: "I...I didn't."
"Where have you been?"
"Dong Shen Festival, I am collecting herbs on the mountain."
Dongling remembered that the first morning he went up the mountain, Abi took half a basket of food for him and gently asked him to come down early.
They are about to get married in half a year.
"Why didn't you come down from the mountain earlier? Didn't she tell you to come down from the mountain earlier?"
"Why did you leave Yangtianwo? Why did you leave?"
Dongling couldn't answer this question. He crossed his legs and sat up in meditation, chanting Amitabha in his mouth, and his body couldn't help trembling.
After he came down from the mountain, people in the village said that Abi thought he was poor and left with the merchants. He was very sorry, but he had no bad intentions and secretly wished her well and missed her.
But the news of his death came from the village after a long wait.
If she is dead, how can she express her feelings again?
Dongling believed it. He didn't want to speculate on the villagers who had taken care of him since he was a child, so he could only bury his thoughts in his heart.
If the emotional barrier is like this, how can we solve it?
The shadow of the inner demon was like substance, as thick as ink. It clung to Dong Ling, lying in his ear and laughing evilly.
"You're afraid. You're afraid that you will be the one who betrays your heart."
"They all lied to you. Abi died the day after she went up the mountain."
"You are so stupid, you still believe it..."
Abi's phantom on the ground gradually blurred, as if blown by a gust of wind, and slowly dispersed.
Dongling reached out his hand eagerly and only caught a few stars. This little bit of light was blown away by the wind.
He was at a loss and could only close his eyes and chant the Buddha's name silently in his heart.
He was wrong.
No matter what the situation was, I should have taken another look at Abi's situation.
It would not be like this situation today.
Because of his sadness, he missed the chance to see Abi one last time.
Now the inner demons have taken the opportunity to enter again.
Within these layers of seals, Dongling felt very powerless for the first time.
In the devastated hometown of Yangtianwo, Abi, who died in vain, should have a truth to tell.
He was indeed wrong.
The mistake was that I shouldn't have been immersed in this ethereal phantom.
The mistake was to let the inner demon attack his six senses wantonly, and the mistake was to let the emotional barriers grow wildly.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes revealed a compassion that was inconsistent with his appearance, as if he was an enlightened monk, pious and peaceful.
Dongling sighed, clasped his hands together, and recited the sutra: "...all the Tathagata said, whether it is said by Bodhisattvas or said by Sravakas, among all sutras and dharma, it is the first..."
As the sound sounded, Monk Dongling's whole body gradually glowed with golden light, which looked very dazzling in the dark.
If anyone comes here to see him, they will definitely notice that a lotus flower slowly blooms from his golden body, and his appearance is solemn.
The inner demon seemed to be burned by the golden light, retreating as if avoiding a powerful enemy, not daring to come forward again, roaring in pain as if struggling to death.
"Donngling! You hypocritical old monk! Do you want to kill me?"
Among the golden lotus, the man slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the black inner demon huddled in the corner and shivered, and recited a Buddhist chant: "No, wouldn't killing you satisfy you? When you come back, I think it will be like this Today’s momentum is even greater.”
Such things as inner demons will always take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, take over the body, and strangle the soul.
But it’s also easy to deal with. As long as you face yourself, you can overwhelm your inner demons.
So he won't strangle his inner demons, he will coexist with them.
"You, you know everything?"
The dark shadow was really trembling now: "You can't do this to me! I am you! You are me!"
"I am you, and you are me. You have all my evils, and these are me, so I accept you."
Monk Dongling stretched out his hand, and the young hands stretched forward and slowly changed back to the appearance of an old man. He caught the gradually shrinking inner demon in it, sighed and said: "Amitabha."
It's time to break this illusion.
A ray of light shone in the darkness, the noisy sounds gradually dissipated, and the whole world was like an egg, with a needle's eye appearing in this egg.
It was a long knife. It pierced it in and then pulled it out. Suddenly, the eye of the needle began to break, and a gust of wind and snow blew in, bringing a chill.
Monk Dongling raised his head, raised his heavy eyelids, and saw the girl walking against the light, holding a long knife in one hand.
"Master Dongling, we are late."
…………
This broken seal is infuriating to say the least.
Xiangyang, carrying the weak Li Hanguang on his back, could hardly hold back his good temper and cursed loudly.
But it was useless. After one layer was broken, there was another layer. It was not easy to break the illusion of Master Dongling's seal. Jiang Yu was fine. Shen Zhaixing, who was in charge of breaking the formation, was a little exhausted.
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't be brave. Do you still remember the method of adjusting your breath? Take a rest. I'll take a look here first."
Shen Zhaixing nodded, looking at Jiang Yu with complicated eyes.
It's not that Jiang Yu didn't notice Shen Zhaixing's subtle changes, but she knew that Shen Zhaixing wouldn't hurt her, so she didn't want to say anything more in the seal and create unnecessary details.
If anything happens, I'll deal with it after I get out.
Xiang Yang was still mumbling aside, and Monk Dongling, who had just come out of the illusion, was still sitting cross-legged and meditating.
As this group of people came along, there were no major casualties.
This is already considered a very good situation.
Jiang Yu cheered up and looked around. The sacrificial post was covered with white snow, and the horrific scene was much weakened. Except for the altar in the middle, everything was completely white and unreal.
How to break such a sealing formation?
