Chapter 142 Guanyin
"There is only one chance. Is this the judgment of that boy from the Xu family? He actually thinks highly of that person so much."
The old voice came from the altar of the Temple of Heaven. Like a dry rock wall, it is full of cracks but also bears traces of the passing of time, giving it a peculiar charm.
The owner of the voice was a white-haired man wearing an ice silk mask. He put down the secret message in his hand and looked up at the sky.
As the most important place of worship for the imperial court, this place is located in the imperial palace of the capital, but it does not appear solemn but full of vitality.
Surrounded by towering old trees, green grass, strange flowers in full bloom, and winding vines, gurgling spring water flows out from the slits of the altar. Before it hits the ground, it evaporates and spreads into a light white mist, and a little golden streamer inside turns into Golden lotuses bloom slowly.
“There should be no traces of his destiny in the star tracks. It shouldn’t be. According to what he is doing now, gathering energy and guiding destiny, there should be traces of him in the heaven and earth. Since he has left If there are traces of life and destiny, why can’t you see it?” , seeing the rising sun in the east, the moon hanging in the sky, the stars turning around, and all the phenomena in the sky, it seemed that there was a huge force settling and accumulating inside, slowly steaming upward, approaching the capital.
I closed my eyes and used a secret method to sense the direction of Chu Tai. I could still feel the changes in weather and energy, but the precipitation and transpiration inside became hazy, making it impossible to see clearly.
“Is this a secret method to cover up my destiny?”
The old man casually picked up a jade mirror magic weapon from the side, threw it casually, and hung it in mid-air.
Slender, skinny fingers touched the mirror, trying to reflect Chu Tai's current state.
Chu Tai, who was riding the cloud chariot, looked into the void. He felt a gaze falling on him and reached out to seal the secret.
‘Calling all the gods of the three realms, all the gods and generals of all laws, big and small... The true light of the false God, relying on the power of innocence... I feel and respond, and I respond... urgently like a law! ’
With a thought in his mind, the treasure flames in the Taiyi Changming Lantern flickered, and the phantoms of Wen Lingguan and Wang Lingguan appeared one after another, and they looked into the sky.
Wang Lingguan raised the golden whip in his hand and waved it casually. Fiery thunderbolts exploded, and thunderfires fell into the void, causing ripples, but then disappeared without a trace.
A golden whip appeared on the surface of the jade mirror on the altar of the Temple of Heaven. The old man flicked his long sleeves, and a thin layer of gauze-like clouds appeared in the mirror. Thunder fire fell into it, and quickly Most of them were eliminated, leaving only a few that flew out from the mirror.
The next second, Wen Lingguan jumped out of the void. Before he could take action, a stone tablet flew up from the ground with the old man's skinny fingers, blocking the attack.
Subsequently, another stone tablet fell from the sky, with runes flashing on its surface and divine power condensed, like a mountain, trying to suppress the spirit official.
Wen Lingguan swayed in the air, ripples appeared in the void around him, and he wanted to escape into it again.
"Want to leave?"
The five fingers contracted, and the surrounding stone tablets rose up, forming a legal ban, binding the ghost of the spirit official.
As he unfolded his sleeves, several streaks of light flew out and hit the phantom. However, they did not disperse the phantom of Lingguan, but broke Chu Tai's control.
Chu Tai, who was sensing from afar, frowned slightly and looked at the Taiyi Changming Lamp in his hand. The light flickered, and there was a scene on the Temple of Heaven altar. He could feel that the other party seemed to be trying to analyze the phantom of Wen Lingguan he had summoned. .
"Analysis? I just don't know if you can bear it..."
Chu Tai changed the technique in his hand and sang the sacrificial song "Yun Zhongjun" in a low voice.
"The orchid bath is full of fragrance, and the flowers and clothes are beautiful..." Wisps of mist flowed down from around the Donghuang Bell, and as Chu Tai blessed the Taiyi Changming Lantern, Through the connection between Wen Lingguan's shadow and the bright lamp, the old man broke through part of the fog and saw a little bit of reality.
Chu Tai originally wanted to use the information behind the fog to shake the opponent's mind so that he could investigate the opponent's specific situation.
Unexpectedly, the old man who analyzed the fog suddenly opened his eyes wide, and streams of light appeared in his pupils. The light overflowed from the eye sockets, like burning flames, and the skinny fingers were instantly filled with flesh and blood, and the surface Her skin is like a child's.
At the same time, Chu Tai, who saw the old man's transformation through the light, also felt a new inexplicable gaze from high in the sky, and the sound of burning incense and ringing bells began to echo in his ears. Waves of low chanting emerged in his heart.
This sound is a bit strange, like the sound of chanting sutras, people's noisy words, and the sound of rain and tide intertwining.
Finally, these sounds converged together to form a strange holy chant.
"Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."
The sound was fragmented, and seemed to carry some kind of pious prayer and desperate sadness. cry.
The most important thing is that these sacred chants do not seem to be uttered by one person, but thousands of people chanting them in unison, with various noises.
The Na Wu at the beginning is not entirely chanted according to Nan (nā) Wu (mó).
The messy sounds made Chu Tai's mind become a little weird. Emotions such as irritability, purity, peace, despair, etc. surged up. His spirituality continued to rise, and he saw the sky above in a trance. figure.
That is the image of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus throne with thousands of hands and thousands of eyes. However, there is no compassion in the Bodhisattva's eyes at this time, but half crying and half smiling, half happy and half tearful.
When he noticed Chu Tai, the Bodhisattva naturally stretched out an arm like a lotus root.
The five fingers are spread out, and an eye is opened in the palm. A thousand-petal green lotus blooms inside, and the image of Chu Tai gradually emerges from the flower.
Chu Tai reached out and pulled, and the mist surrounded his body, covering up his form. At the same time, the "him" in Qinglian's eyes became blurry.
The sadness on half of the Bodhisattva's face has worsened, and there are tears in the eyes of the other half of joy. His hands are shaking, and green lotus blossoms are blooming. There are arms stretched out between the petals, waving around, as if What to look for.
The messy holy chants also became more messy, and the screams and cries became clearer.
Vines gradually grew on the surface of the Bodhisattva's solemn Dharma. At this time, there was a sound of water, as if something fell into the water, and it seemed like a fish jumped out of the water.
A huge mackerel with a treasure mirror on its head jumped out of the void and swallowed half of the Bodhisattva with its big mouth.
The Bodhisattva waved his arms and shattered the mirror. The broken mirror fragments and incomplete Dharma images penetrated the mackerel's body.
The fragmented Dharma, the broken mirror reflecting thousands of brilliance, and the mackerel texture of glass gradually emerged and began to merge.
During the fusion process, the symbolic meanings of the three dharma phases and their respective Taoist fruits were revealed. Just as Chu Tai saw the unknown under the fog, huge information gathered in his heart.
The difference is that this time Chu Tai does not need the help of Donghuang Bell. With a thought in his mind, fog envelopes his eyes, and the known turns into the unknown.
(End of this chapter)