Chapter 2817
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When they finished chanting and stopped, they felt that their bodies and minds were purified. They had a deeper understanding of the world and the world. They felt closer and more enlightened.
They bowed with their palms pressed together and walked towards the nine old monks who had disappeared into the void.
Then, they started discussing.
"Junior Brother Ding Ding, which grandmaster passed away?" A middle-aged monk asked the gloomy monk in a low voice.
Ding Ding answered, "Senior Brother Ding Hua, it should be Junior Brother Ding Ru."
"Junior Brother Ding Ru passed away?" The middle-aged monk Ding Hua cried out involuntarily, "Wasn't Junior Brother Ding Ru's cultivation level so high that he almost reached the top level of our Great Mercy Temple?"
"Yes." Ding Ding did not have the mood to talk.
Thinking that Chu Li had passed away, even as a monk, he could not help but feel sad, melancholic, and lost.
He knew that Chu Li died because of the Demon Subduing Hall. Was it worth it to sacrifice himself for the Demon Subduing Hall and the Great Mercy Temple? If it were him, would he make the same choice?
"How could Junior Brother Ding Ru pass away? Isn't he cultivating in the temple?" Ding Hua continued to ask.
He was really curious. This legendary junior brother of the same generation was the focus of the entire temple. He was famous not only in the Great Mercy Temple but also in the entire world. His name as a genius was known throughout the world.
He was undoubtedly the top monk of Da De in the future. They were envious and honored that the Great Mercy Temple had such a powerful person. They did not expect him to pass away so suddenly.
Ding Ding shook his head. "He went to deal with the masters of the Devil Doctrine."
"No wonder …" Ding Hua suddenly realized.
All the disciples of the Great Mercy Temple had a common understanding that the revival of the Devil Doctrine this time was more powerful than before. It was like an unstoppable flood. All the disciples of the Great Mercy Temple had no choice but to return to the temple to protect themselves.
"Song Jing of Mysterious Sky City greets Abbot Xin Ji!" A clear and melodious voice suddenly came from outside. It was calm and unhurried.
The voice was clearly heard by every disciple of the Great Mercy Temple, causing them to feel a chill in their hearts.
The doors of the Great Mercy Temple were now closed and the formation had been activated. Therefore, the noises from the outside should not be able to enter the temple. This would make it easier for her to comprehend the Dharma and cultivate in peace. As expected, Song Jing's cultivation level was profound.
As soon as they heard this name, they recalled Song Jing's actions in the past. She humiliated the Great Mercy Temple and insisted on avenging her elder brother. They felt extremely helpless and avoided her like avoiding a snake or a scorpion.
They suddenly thought, could it be that she heard the news of Ding Ru's death, so she deliberately came over to ridicule or even provoke Hui Guang and the others?
"Amitabha …" Xin Ji's voice resounded throughout the entire Great Mercy Temple. He said slowly, "Almsgiver Song, we welcome you with open arms. Please!"
Everyone was stunned.
They did not understand why the abbot was being so friendly. It was obvious that Song Jing was an enemy of the Great Mercy Temple. Although they would not kill her, it did not mean that they welcomed her.
"Thank you, Abbot!" Song Jing said.
"Creak —!" The gate of the Great Mercy Temple opened.
Then, a row of yellow-clothed monks walked out. Their footsteps were as one. When they reached the bottom of the steps, they split into two groups and stood on both sides of the steps.
Xin Ji, the abbot, wore a purple gold kasaya and slowly walked out of the temple gate. He walked down the steps and bowed to Song Jing, who was at the bottom of the steps. "Almsgiver Song!"
Song Jing, who was dressed in a snow-white gown, looked at Xin Ji calmly. She took out a clear and flawless bead from her bosom and handed it to Xin Ji. "Abbot, this is Ding Ru's Sarira."
"Amitabha!" Xin Ji solemnly bowed to the Sarira.
Song Jing held the Sarira in the air with a solemn expression. She remained motionless as if she had turned into a statue.
The monks stared at the crystal relic with complicated expressions on their faces.
They had never seen such a pure Sarira. The rest of the Sarira were like agates or gems, but none of them were like ice crystals. It was as pure as Ding Ru's Junior Brother's heart.
It was a pity that such a person had passed away and passed away early.
After Xin Ji bowed to Song Jing with pressed palms, he solemnly extended his hands and received the Sarira slowly and carefully. He raised it above his head and then held it up with both palms. He nodded to Song Jing. "Thank you, Almsgiver Song!"
Song Jing shook her head.
"Almsgiver Song, please follow me to the ceremony," Xin Ji said.
"Alright," Song Jing agreed without hesitation.
Xin Ji turned around and walked into the temple. Song Jing followed behind him and the monks followed behind her. They entered the Great Mercy Temple together.
Xin Ji led the crowd to a towering pagoda.
The pagoda was about a hundred meters tall. The body of the pagoda seemed to be cast from iron. It shone with a dark luster under the sun, exuding a dignified and dignified aura.
In front of the pagoda was an empty square. Most of the monks in the temple had already gathered there.
Monk Hui Guang squeezed to the front and bowed quietly. He stared at the Sarira. "Abbot, is this Ding Ru's Sarira?"
Xin Ji stared at him and nodded gently.
"Amitabha!" Monk Hui Guang bowed and chanted the name of Buddha.
He did not know what to say. He had long expected that there would be such a day where the master and disciple would be separated from each other. However, he did not expect that this day would come so soon and so unexpectedly. Thousands of thoughts finally turned into a chant of Buddha.
"Amitabha!" All the monks bowed and chanted the name of Buddha at the Sarira solemnly and solemnly.
Song Jing pursed her red lips tightly. She stood at the side and watched without moving. She suppressed her emotions that were floating like raging waves.
Monk Xin Ji turned his head to look at the nine old monks who were walking slowly. "Martial Uncles, we can start now!"
The nine old monks appeared unknowingly and walked out of the crowd. Their steps were ordinary and did not show any profound cultivation. They were empty as if they did not know any martial arts.
They wore yellow monk robes that had been washed so many times that they were spotless. Their hands and faces were haggard as if they were dying. They walked step by step to Xin Ji and sat on the ground in the lotus position with him as the center.
Xin Ji also sat down slowly and held the Sarira with both hands.
All the monks stared curiously without blinking. They had never seen such a ceremony.
"Moo …" The nine monks suddenly made a mudra and shouted at the same time. All the monks heard it and their bodies trembled. The whole world seemed to be shaking and their inner energy was almost scattered.
"Ma …" The low shout seemed to come from the void and shook all directions.
Song Jing looked at them in confusion.
It did not look like they were going to pacify the Sarira's aura or expiate souls. What were they doing?
Her cultivation was profound and she was in harmony with the void. She could restrain the vibration and not go with the flow.
Incantation after incantation and hand gestures combined, stirring up the void. Gradually, a powerful force condensed in the void. Suddenly, a golden sun appeared in the sky above the Great Mercy Temple and merged with this force.
The golden sun merged with the force and disappeared without a sound.
At the place where they disappeared, a black hole suddenly appeared in the void. The black hole was faintly discernible and unfathomable as if it led to the endless void.
There was a vague sound of Sanskrit coming from the black hole.
All the monks widened their eyes. When they heard the sound of Sanskrit, they were slightly moved and yearned for it. They felt that the opposite side of the black hole might be the Buddhist land of bliss. They wanted to poke their heads in and take a look, but they did not dare to disturb the nine monks who were performing the spell.
"Amitabha!" The nine old monks suddenly chanted the name of Buddha.
It sounded like a bronze bell. Everyone's mind suddenly became clear and their yearning disappeared. Their bodies were shaken by the name of Buddha until they trembled like a bronze bell.
The black hole disappeared in a flash and Chu Li's figure suddenly appeared in the void.
Before the crowd could see clearly, several thunderbolts suddenly appeared and landed on him silently. Then, there was an earth-shattering rumble.
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