"Do you still feel that you are not wrong?" He Pingan turned his eyes and looked at Fa Ming again.
Faming's Yinhun was already pale, but when he heard the words of the Dryad Grandma, the Yin Qi in his body kept rolling and seemed to be dissipated.
He Ping'an waved his hand and cast a burst of magic power to help Fa Ming stabilize his ghost. After a long time, his soul finally stabilized.
"The poor monk is wrong, the poor monk is all wrong!"
Fa Ming's face turned dark, and two turbid tears actually flowed out of his eyes.
It's just that he has no entity, and these tears are just transformed by Yin Qi. They have already disappeared before they fall on the ground.
The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and he was silent for a long time, and then he slowly said: "The poor monk was deceived by the monster and massacred the human race. He deserves death. Please forgive me, Senior Martial Saint!"
After the words fell, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground. He no longer looked as ferocious as before, and his expression already showed an expression of hopelessness.
"Death...if you die, these humans can be resurrected?"
He Ping'an waved his sleeves, and hundreds of ghosts were captured by him.
These ghosts are all human beings who died tragically in Huangpao Mountain under Fa Ming.
Dozens of them, dressed in monk's robes, were the disciples that Fa Ming accepted back then.
When they saw Fa Ming, they were not angry as expected. Instead, they looked excited and had tears in their eyes.
When Faming saw these people, he could no longer control his emotions. He lay on the ground and kept kowtowing to these ghosts. His regret was beyond words.
When these ghosts saw this, they rushed to Fa Ming's side in a flash, and worked together to help him up: "Master, what are you doing?"
"Master... I'm sorry for you!"
Fa Ming looked at the familiar faces in front of him, feeling even more ashamed in his heart, and kept confessing.
Why was I so obsessed with ghosts back then, and why was I so easily deceived by the tree demon grandma?
It doesn’t matter that he has fallen, and he has harmed so many people.
"Master, you have not sorry for us!"
One of the disciples in monk's robes stood up. He was the first to convert to Fa Ming and had the deepest relationship with Fa Ming. He said word for word: "Without Master, we would have been buried in the demon clan long ago." In other words, how can it be like being on Huangpao Mountain, where you don’t have to hide in hiding and can live uprightly for ten years!”
"Yes, Master, you don't know, those ten years were the most comfortable and happiest ten years for us!"
The remaining ghosts echoed, their faces glowing with memories.
For them, the ten years in Huangpao Mountain were indeed much better than hiding in hiding under the rule of the demon clan.
Everyone has food to eat, everyone can marry and have children, and everyone is equal.
Moreover, even if Fa Ming didn't kill them, without Fa Ming's protection, they would definitely not be able to escape death in the demon clan area.
"A poor monk is not worthy to be your master..."
Hearing what these ghosts said, Fa Ming blamed himself more and more. If it weren't because he was too conceited and thought he could break through the realm of transcendence, how could such a thing have happened.
"Okay, please step back first..."
He Ping'an waved his sleeves, and hundreds of ghosts disappeared from the place involuntarily and returned to Fengdu City.
Then He Ping'an's eyes turned, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the sound sounded in Faming's soul like morning bells and evening drums: "You just said you were wrong, do you know where you are wrong?"
Fa Ming said foolishly: "I was all wrong, I was all wrong..."
"I shouldn't be conceited and try to use my flesh and blood to influence the Scorpion Demon King..."
"I shouldn't have asked Da Da to go under the locust tree to receive treatment from the dryad..."
"The most inappropriate thing is to break the killing rule on Huangpao Mountain and get out of control..."
Faming sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted the Buddha's name. The past scenes flowed through his mind little by little.
After hearing his confession, He Pingan shook his head and said, "You said it wrong!"
Fa Ming raised his head in surprise, looked at He Ping'an and said, "Senior, please give me some advice."
He Ping'an looked at Fengdu City below and said, "Your biggest mistake is to underestimate the innate cruelty and bloodthirsty of the demon clan."
"You shouldn't try to save the demon clan."
"Especially the demon tribe that feeds on human flesh. How can it be so easy to change?"
"There is no coexistence between men and monsters. It is not an empty statement."
Hearing He Pingan's words, Faming was confused. He was silent for a moment and then asked: "But the Buddha said that all living beings can be saved..."
"Haha, what a great saying that all sentient beings can be saved!"
Hearing this, He Pingan seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and sneered: "Then why hasn't the world become a Buddhist world?"
"Why didn't the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, the Taoist Patriarch of the Tao Sect, become a disciple of Buddhism?"
"It's so ridiculous!"
Faming was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say, but there seemed to be a belief in his heart that began to waver.
He Pingan continued: "In Pindao's view, the so-called salvation is nothing but nonsense. Everything is based on strength. There is no essential difference between salvation or suppression."
"Fa Ming, do you understand?"
Faming's expression changed drastically. He had received Buddhist education since he was born. What He Ping'an said now actually completely overturned his understanding of Buddhism and salvation in his heart.
But it seems that there is still some truth...
"Thank you, senior, for your enlightenment. This poor monk has learned a lesson!"
Fa Ming clasped his hands together and saluted He Pingan.
He Pingan nodded with satisfaction. From Fa Ming's eyes, he saw that Fa Ming already had a lot of doubts about Buddhist teachings.
As long as this seed is planted, it will sprout sooner or later.
"Fa Ming, you have killed countless people and committed heinous crimes. Originally, according to Pindao's method, I wanted to kill you on the spot and destroy your soul."
"But you were deceived by others back then, and now that you have repented, the poor Taoist will cast you into the netherworld. The reincarnation of cause and effect has its own destiny!"
He Ping'an finished speaking, and then waved his sleeves. Before Fa Ming could refuse, a strong wind blew, and Fa Ming's ghost was involuntarily taken out of the world of human books.
Under the Nine Netherworld, a simple door slowly opened. Before Faming could stand firm, he was sucked into the Netherworld Passage by a huge force.
...
Netherworld.
Samsara City.
The dark wind howled and gray clouds filled the sky.
On a high platform, an elderly monk wearing a golden cassock and a Vairocana crown was sitting cross-legged on it, holding a tin staff in one hand and a rosary in the other.
As if he sensed something, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the Buddha's light shone all over his body. Under the Buddha's light, the rosary in his hand radiated thousands of rays of light, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared.
Ten breaths later, a figure wrapped in golden rosary beads landed next to the elderly monk.
"Fa Ming, you are finally here."
The elderly monk looked at the ignorant figure in the golden rosary, and a hint of joy seemed to flash across Gujing Wubo's face.
"Master, it's you!"
Fa Ming had just fallen into the netherworld, and before he had time to observe the surrounding environment, he felt a golden light shining, bringing him here.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, the person he saw was his master in the Western Buddhist Realm, Buddha Dharma.
"Fa Ming, master has been waiting for you for a long time!"
There was also a hint of emotion on the face of the Buddha. After seeing each other for a thousand years, we meet again. The two masters and disciples are actually in this netherworld.
"Master, do you know I will die?"
Faming looked surprised and asked.
"It's a long story. When you left the Buddhist realm..."
Buddha Dharma Dharma sighed and spoke eloquently, but he did not notice that a small blood-colored thread flashed on Fa Ming's soul body.
