Golden flames danced in the air. Soon, Yuetu's figure slowly disappeared. Then, the golden flames gradually extinguished and the place turned into nothingness. It was as if there was nothing there in the first place.
The entire place was silent. Only a slight breeze blew past.
"Amitabha."
All the monks put their palms together and silently chanted.
Yuetu's death had indeed resolved the knot in Buddhism's heart.
"Sigh, we've lost another friend." Li Nianfan shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.
As he interacted more with immortal cultivators, he experienced more and more things. He had a different understanding of the immortal cultivation world. There were many things that were different from personal experience.
Many times, it was the path that others chose for themselves. Even if he had the power, he couldn't help at all.
Immortal cultivators were sometimes quite worldly. Sometimes, they did look like immortals.
This was Li Nianfan's evaluation of the people around him. Generally speaking, they were very friendly.
"Yuetu's death should mean that she has entered the underworld. I should find some time to greet her and let her reincarnate well." Li Nianfan thought to himself. This was all that he could help.
The founding ceremony of Buddhism ended perfectly. Although it wasn't perfect, it still had a good ending. There were no mishaps.
Yuetu's Bodhisattva and the Arhat were gone. Buddhism was in a very awkward position. Many guests left one after another. Everything that happened today would probably be the talk of the day for a long time.
Li Nianfan and the others didn't leave.
Now that Buddhism was unstable, he could stay and look after it a little.
Fortunately, the temperament of these monks was still alright, and nothing unexpected happened. However, the originally flourishing and flourishing scene was now a little more lifeless. Almost everyone's face was a little perplexed.
Li Nianfan could not do anything about it. They had to rely on the Buddhists themselves to get through this.
After staying for three days, he was ready to leave.
Before he left, he went to the backyard of the monastery to greet the little monk, Jie Chi. This little monk was the only person he was familiar with.
When he arrived at the backyard, the sky was filled with fallen leaves that fluttered endlessly. From afar, he saw a small figure holding a broom. The broom was propped up on the ground, and the body was leaning on the broom. She was so tired that she fell asleep.
His mouth opened and closed, looking rather comical and cute.
When she got closer, she heard him muttering to himself.
"Master Yuetu, Senior Jiese, I don't believe that you are demons. You will come back, right?"
"I will definitely do my best to sweep away all the fallen leaves on the ground. When I'm done, you can come back, okay?"
"I have a new understanding of Buddhism. I don't even know who to tell."
Li Nianfan smiled bitterly and did not wake him up.
It wasn't easy for him to endure such pain at such a young age.
He shook his head and prepared to leave.
At this moment, he saw a line of words from the corner of his eyes. It was engraved on a rock under the Bodhi tree.
"The body is the Bodhi tree, the heart is the mirror. Wipe it diligently from time to time, so as not to attract dust. "
Li Nianfan was stunned. He turned around and looked at the little monk who was still sleeping. He was slightly surprised.
Is this … the Buddhism that he comprehended from sweeping the ground?
This level of comprehension was not for show. It would be a pity if he did not become a top student.
He looked around and picked up a tree branch. With a smile, he slowly wrote another poem beside the poem.
"The Bodhi tree is not a tree, the mirror is not a mirror. If there is nothing, where does the dust come from? "
"Little monk, bye bye."
Li Nianfan said softly, then slowly walked out of the backyard.
Two hours later.
There was a "plop" sound.
The broom fell to the ground. The little monk also cried out and fell flat on his face.
"Ptui ptui ptui!"
He spat out the fallen leaves in his mouth and rubbed his bald head. Suddenly, he came to his senses.
"Aiya, how did I fall asleep? I have to hurry and sweep the ground so that Master and Senior Brother can come back earlier!"
He lowered his head and picked up the broom. He was slightly stunned as he looked at the words on the ground.
"Hmm? Who wrote this? "
He squatted down and slowly read it out word by word.
After reading it, he was stunned. His mouth opened slightly and his mind wandered.
"This, this … this Zen logic …"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree. His eyes kept moving between the two poems. "Brilliant, much more brilliant than mine."
The first poem emphasized that one had to brush away the obsessions in one's heart and reflect on one's heart to maintain purity. Li Nianfan's poem was even more extreme. It directly stated that one had never had any obsessions in one's heart. Why did one have to brush them away?
The winner was obvious.
"The fallen leaves in this courtyard are nothing but the obsessions in my heart. As long as the obsessions remain, the leaves will continue to fall. As long as I let go of my obsessions, these leaves will naturally dissipate."
There was a look of enlightenment in his eyes. He put his palms together and closed his eyes. The Buddha's light slowly circulated around him. A holy halo appeared behind his head, making his already shiny bald head even brighter. It was as if he had entered a state of emptiness.
In the sky, the fallen leaves danced around Jie Chi with the wind. In the next moment, they slowly dissipated like the moon in the water.
At the same time, the fallen leaves in the courtyard began to ripple. Along with the fallen leaves on the ground, they disappeared bit by bit …
At this time, Li Nianfan and the others had already left Spirit Mountain. They rode a cloud to a larger city nearby.
This city had a city god in the center.
Inside the city god, there was a flourishing firework and several statues were enshrined.
The statue in the middle was of an old man with a goatee. He wore a round hat and looked very amiable.
If there were immortals here, they would discover that as incense floated into the air, waves of strange energy entered the statue.
This was the power of incense. When condensed to a certain extent, it would become merit from faith. It was also the foundation for the city god's soul to exist in the mortal world and cultivate.
As soon as Li Nianfan entered the city god, a soul separated from the statue. It moved slightly, stood up, and cupped its hands at Li Nianfan. Then, it gestured and floated to the back of the city god's temple.
Li Nianfan and the others followed and came to a side room in the backyard.
The old man said respectfully to Li Nianfan, "City God of Luo Hua City, Zhu Chengming, greets Young Master Li and all the immortals."
"Greetings, Zhu Chengming." Li Nianfan returned the greeting and continued, "I'm really sorry to disturb you again."
When he passed by here last time, he also asked Zhu Chengming to inform the Underworld and pay attention to Yun Yiyi and Jiese's situation.
"Young Master Li, you're too polite. I can become the City God because of you."
Zhu Chengming's tone was sincere. His character was naturally indisputable since he could become the City God. He continued, "Young Master Li, Lord Hei Bai Wuchang sent me a message. The matter you asked the Underworld to investigate last time has taken shape. A monk and a lady in red are now in the Underworld. I just don't know if they are the people you're looking for."
Li Nianfan was dumbfounded and felt a little unacceptable. He said in surprise, "They're all in the Underworld? They're dead? "
Zhu Chengming nodded, "It seems so."
"Phew …"
Li Nianfan let out a long sigh and could not help but frown. He continued, "Can I trouble Zhu Chengming to inform them that I … want to go to the Underworld to take a look."
The Deluxe Merit Saint could go anywhere. He really wanted to go to the legendary Underworld to take a look. Also, he had to help Jiese, Yun Yiyi, and Yuetu if he could.
"Young Master Li, please wait for a moment. I'll go and contact Lord Hei Bai Wuchang." Zhu Chengming greeted him and then left.
In just half an hour, he returned with a black and a white figure following behind him.
When Hei Bai Wuchang saw Li Nianfan, a smile appeared on his expressionless face. He said politely, "Young Master Li."
Li Nianfan also smiled and said, "Greetings, Lord Hei Bai Wuchang."
"Little Zhu has already informed us of the situation. Young Master Li would like to visit the Underworld. We welcome you with open arms." Bai Wuchang paused and then said, "It's just that the Underworld is an important place after all. Furthermore, it's not very stable now. I'm afraid it's not suitable for too many people to enter."
After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the group of people behind Li Nianfan.
His intention was … well, it was a little obvious.
Ziye suddenly said, "Lords, long time no see."
"You are …" Hei Bai Wuchang looked at Ziye and suddenly his expression changed. There was a hint of surprise in his surprise. He said, "Fairy Ziye? You, you … "
Ziye smiled and nodded, "It's me."
"Since it's the Seventh Princess, the Underworld will naturally welcome you." Bai Wuchang smiled and nodded. His gaze fell on the others.
Lingzhu shook her head, "I'm not going. There's nothing good to eat in the Underworld."
Pei An and the others were also incomparably friendly. They cupped their hands and smiled at Hei Bai Wuchang, "We won't disturb you any further."
This was the Grim Reaper. Everyone was bound to die. They had no choice but to accept it.
Hei Bai Wuchang looked at Xiao Chengfeng.
Xiao Chengfeng's eyebrows twitched. He was instantly unhappy, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I, Xiao Chengfeng, am not qualified to enter the Underworld? "
Pei An and Gu Yuan knew that he was about to say something flirtatious. They hurriedly grabbed him from both sides and dragged him out.
"Do you know who I am? There are three million sword immortals in the heavens, but they all have to bow down to me! It's the same in the Underworld! "Xiao Chengfeng struggled," Let me go! "
"Sorry, there are no sword immortals in the Underworld."
Hei Wuchang smiled coldly. Then, he very naturally changed his expression and said to Li Nianfan in a friendly manner, "Young Master Li, shall we set off now?"
"Yes, I'll have to trouble the two lords."
"It's no trouble, it's no trouble."
Hei Bai Wuchang waved his hand. Then, he raised his hands at the same time. With a gesture of both hands, waves of fluctuations began to appear in the air. Not long after, a pitch-black door appeared in front of everyone.
"Young Master Li, please."
Hei Bai Wuchang led the way. Everyone entered the door together.
The moment they entered the door, they felt a wave of cold air attack them.
This feeling was like suddenly entering an air-conditioned room from the outside on a stuffy summer day.
Their eyes were slightly dazed. When they looked again, what appeared in front of them was actually a huge river. The river water was surging. The color was earthy yellow, and it set off huge waves. Everyone stood on the shore. The water vapor blew against their faces. Their ears were constantly filled with the sound of raging waves crashing against the shore.
The river water was very wide and the current was very rapid!
Li Nianfan did not expect that there would be no process in the middle of entering the Underworld. It was really like entering a door and changing from one room to another.
He was instantly shocked by the river water in front of him.
This world leaned towards darkness, as if it had always maintained the scene of sunset. The sky was suffused with a red color, as if it was falling down, giving people a sense of oppression.
Li Nianfan licked his lips and sighed, "Is this … the Yellow Springs?"
"It is the Yellow Springs." Bai Wuchang nodded and introduced, "It is also the place where the soul of a person returns to after death. Generally speaking, those who are here can only be regarded as wandering ghosts. Only by finding the Naraka Bridge and reincarnating can one get rid of the identity of a ghost."
"I see." Li Nianfan looked up. On the opposite side of the Yellow Springs, there was a fiery red on the shore. It was a blooming spider lily. As it swayed, it seemed to be guiding the way for everyone.
Li Nianfan suddenly raised his eyebrows and found a problem, "Why don't I see other ghosts here?"
Black Impermanence said, "Young Master Li, this path can only be taken by ghost servants. Ordinary ghosts are on the other side."
So it was a fast passage.
Li Nianfan nodded, indicating that he had learned something new.
To be honest, the road to the Yellow Springs was very boring. In the dim world, only the endless Yellow Springs and the bright red spider lilies could relieve a little of the boredom.
Fortunately, the fast passage was very fast. Not long after, everyone saw an arch bridge in front of them. On the bridge, figures were moving, forming a long line.
As they got closer, they saw many ghosts in the line. Their faces were tired and depressed, standing uneasily in the line.
In addition to people, there were also the souls of various animals. The number was also huge.
Around them, there were ghost servants in uniform responsible for maintaining order.
Under the bridge, there was a stone tablet in front of the bridge. The words Naraka Bridge were engraved in blood red.
"It really is the Naraka Bridge." Li Nianfan's heart was complicated. This was the famous Naraka Bridge. He didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to stand on this bridge as a living person and observe it.
Unfortunately, there was no one to brag about such a big achievement.
Sigh, people in a foreign land are really lonely like snow.
Looking up, there was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles standing on the bridge. Her body was slightly bent, and she had an amiable smile on her face. She was ladling soup for the souls crossing the bridge.
When she saw Li Nianfan, her amiable smile became even more amiable. She nodded to show her friendliness.
Li Nianfan smiled stiffly in response. Looking at the soup, his heart slightly chilled, and he looked away.
This soup … … was not good soup. He definitely couldn't drink it.
"No, I don't want to drink it!" Suddenly, a voice of despair was heard.
It was a middle-aged man. His face was full of horror. When Grandma Meng brought the soup in front of him, he finally exploded. His whole body trembled, and he was ready to run away.
However, before he could take the first step, he was caught by the ghost servants on both sides and fixed in place.
"Brat, you still dare to cause trouble here?" The ghost servant smiled coldly and threatened: "Hurry up and drink, or else you will be marked on the way to reincarnation!"
"No, you two, I also want to cooperate. The key is that this soup is really disgusting. This taste … … ugh!"
The middle-aged man was about to cry, "Ugh! I can't, I really can't take it. In any case, this is my last meal. Can it not be so disgusting? "
"After drinking this soup, I guarantee that you will forget what is disgusting." The two ghost servants smiled. Obviously, they were not surprised by this phenomenon. They easily grabbed the middle-aged man, and then, "gulp gulp gulp", the bowl of soup was directly poured down.
The middle-aged man's body trembled crazily. His mouth made a trembling sound. His face was distorted, as if he was in extreme pain.
But soon, this struggle disappeared.
The middle-aged man became expressionless. His eyes were lifeless. He stared blankly in front of him. Obviously, he had forgotten everything. He quietly floated across the Naraka Bridge and floated into the distance.
"Hiss — —"
Li Nianfan sucked in a breath of cold air. His scalp was numb. He was really frightened by the cruel scene in front of him.
Scary, too scary!
Fortunately, I'm not in this line. Thank goodness, thank goodness!
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