Chapter 1618 Immeasurable Heavenly Lord
"Master, how can you be sure that I am the destined person that the abbot is waiting for?" Jiang Cheng looked at the blind old monk up and down with some concern, "I have a shallow Buddhist roots, and according to what I know about the temple It’s not just my brothers, there are also some pilgrims in the west wing.”
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the donor is too modest. How can a person with shallow wisdom pass through the lost forest."
Follow the hand of the old monk holding the rosary. Looking in the direction shown, it was the small forest that he passed through just now, "Lost Forest..." Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.
"Exactly." The old monk looked solemn, "This forest was built by the abbot brother, based on the Garami Land in the Buddhist scriptures. Ordinary people cannot pass through it at all, and will only get lost in it, even if When the monks of this temple pass by, they also need poor monks to come and guide them.”
"Amitabha, I also hope that the benefactor will put the world's common people first and don't refuse."
Now that the words have come to this, Fatty Jiangcheng can't shirk it. Besides, Jiangcheng also wants to see the inside of the Sutra Pavilion during the day. What does it look like, and the mysterious abbot.
“It’s better to be respectful than obey orders.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng was about to push open the closed wooden door, but the next second, a withered hand stopped him. .
“Don’t worry, donor, the poor monk has one more thing to explain.”
The old monk clasped his hands together, his face glowing with a strange grayish white color. It was noon at this moment, but standing beside the old monk, even the sunlight shining on his body had lost its warmth. "Brother, the abbot, and several other senior brothers are all locked up now." Pass, you cannot see the donor, nor can you be seen by the donor, otherwise I am afraid that the secret sutra that blessed Huicong will be backlashed, so...I am afraid that you will be wronged. Donor."
Looking at the old monk's gloomy eyes, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart. He took two steps back and stared at the old monk warily. What the abbot said last night The words stuck in my ears, "What do you mean? You want to destroy our tricks?"
"Amitabha, the donor is too worried, poor monk I just hope that the donor can abide by the rules set by the abbot when he enters the Sutra Pavilion.” The old monk showed humility in his words. At the time of the Dharma, please don’t look back.”
These words made Jiang Cheng nervous again. It was taboo to fall into Buddhism. He had heard this before. There is a saying that some remote villages in the north have such a rule all year round. Whenever a family marries a daughter-in-law, the eldest woman in the family must take the new daughter-in-law to the temple to offer incense. It is said that those evil spirits disguised as adults cannot be faced directly. Because of the gaze of the Buddha statue, these things must turn their backs when entering the threshold of the hall, and enter the hall upside down while stepping on the threshold.
However, the old monk obviously did not intend to explain too much to Jiang Cheng. After speaking, he took out two black cloth belts from the sleeves of the monk's robe and skillfully covered the eyes of Jiang Cheng and the two fat men.
"Creak -" With a sound, the wooden door of the Sutra Pavilion opened.
"Amitabha, two benefactors, please."
This time Jiang Cheng was careful and grabbed the fat man's arm before his eyes were covered.
The two of them retreated into the Sutra Pavilion. Although their eyes were covered, they could still feel a little light. There should be lighting objects such as lit candles in the Sutra Pavilion.
As Jiang Cheng stood still, an old voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Amitabha, donor, you are finally here."
The moment this voice sounded, Jiang Cheng's grip on the fat man's arm tightened. He was very familiar with this voice. It was the abbot in the darkness last night!
“Do you remember what happened last night?” Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. After all, judging from Huide Huiming’s performance, there are barriers between the memories of night and day. In other words, they are completely different in two senses. them.
"Haha, all kinds of delusional thoughts enter the mind through the eyes. The poor monk has no root of trouble, so he will naturally not be disturbed by delusional thoughts. It is a pity that the poor monk only cultivates a small amount of Buddhism, which is not enough to save my disciple. ”
“Amitabha.”
“Amitabha.”
"Amitabha."
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Almost at the same time, several Buddha chants suddenly sounded in the empty building. They were different voices. There were at least several old monks in this building.
I think these people are the senior brothers mentioned by the abbot.
Jiang Cheng asked tentatively: "Master, do you mean that if I want to dispel my delusions, I must kill myself in both eyes?"
"No." The abbot's voice came faintly, mixed with the crisp sound of tapping the wooden fish.
“The donor’s eyes are received from the parents of heaven and earth and must not be damaged. The meaning of the poor monk is that the donor’s false eyes will cause the donor to fall into a false state and only increase his delusional thoughts.”< br>
Now Jiang Cheng understood a little bit, "What the master means is that it is true during the day and false at night. You don't need me to destroy my real eyes during the day, but you want me to destroy my eyes at night." Eyes, so that you can't see the illusion in the night and escape from the illusion."
"Amitabha, the donor is smart." The abbot's voice was as reassuring as ever, "Last night, the donor was blinded by illusion. , will mistook those illusions for the people around him."
Jiang Cheng understood what the abbot meant. He was referring to the maid ghost who disguised himself as a fat man last night.
"Master, how long can the seal between you and the eminent monks last?"
"Two days at most."
Jiang Cheng, whose eyes were covered by black cloth, nodded slowly, "Then what we need tonight What should I do?"
"The poor monk knows that the donor is worried. The donor does not completely trust the poor monk, but tonight is very important. I hope the donor will take the overall situation first."
"Donor please. listen , tonight the poor monk and all my brothers will use their last strength to promote the Jialan Demon-Sealing Secret Sutra. My brothers and I will work together to awaken the monks in the realm of illusion, but how much and who exactly is awakened, the poor monk cannot It is certain that what the donor needs to do is to help the awakened people get out of their delirium. The more people the donor saves, the stronger the good intentions in Huicong’s heart will be, and the greater our certainty of final success will be.”
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"Remember, regardless of success or failure, the benefactor will come to the Sutra Pavilion to tell the poor monk. At that time, the benefactor will naturally know what is true and what is false."
There is no unnecessary nonsense. After saying this The abbot let Jiang Cheng and the two leave.
Jiang Cheng held the fat man with one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket to grab his cell phone. He secretly turned on the camera function and filmed behind him through the hole in his pocket.
“Amitabha.”
“Amitabha.”
"Amitabha."
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After the abbot finished speaking, the almost unanimous sound of worshiping the Buddha continued to sound in the building.
But what Jiang Cheng and the two didn't know was that after they left, the speed of these extremely pious worshiping Buddhas became faster and faster, and the rhythm became more and more weird, and finally they even became one and were indistinguishable from each other.
Just when the strange sound of Buddha worship was about to reach its peak, a strange and cold voice suddenly burst out, instantly sweeping away the Sanskrit sounds.
"Infinite...Tianzun!" (End of Chapter)