I wish to use this merit to solemn the Pure Land of the Buddha, report the fourfold grace, and go through three ways of suffering.

Indulge in all sentient beings, fully express the bodhicitta, do this in one's life, and live together in the kingdom of bliss.

Wu Yi continued to circulate these words in the sea of ​​knowledge. With his cultivation of the sky, not to say that he memorized it backwards, or it was interspersed, and it was easy.

But no matter how good the recitation is, Wu Yi is still in deep trouble and can hardly extricate himself from it.

In fact, Wu Yi also understood the reason for this. He regarded this method as a fighting technique, but he abandoned his radiant and righteous way of influencing the world. He took sesame seeds and threw the watermelon.

However, waiting for a moment, wanting to have that kind of compassion, for Wu Yi, it is no less difficult to climb to the sky, and it is not that he has not remembered the things that moved him.

The golden light of merit was defeated time and time again, Wu Yi became more and more embarrassed, and the ghosts in the Yanwu Hall, among the shadows, were full of distorted pleasure, disdain, arrogance, contempt, and the pleasure of revenge.

The first few thoughts are still easy to understand, but the last thought is but Wu Yi is at a loss. He has been at a disadvantage and has never humiliated this ghost. Why is there such a pleasure to get revenge?

This ghost evolved from the Yanwu Hall. All emotions should be simulated. Is it possible that there is another hidden story? Wu Yi thought about it in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more Wu Yi felt that there was another possibility.

Maybe the ghosts that you are fighting against are not completely transfigured!

Under this Yanwu Hall, there should be some powerful people in the suppression, maybe ghosts, maybe Shura, maybe Yasha, or rebellious Buddhism disciples. In this way, you can explain why you can almost find them in the Yanwu Hall. All types of opponents.

The ghost that appeared in front of him should be one of them. If this conjecture is true, then this Yanwutang is a huge prison.

What they hate is not a challenger like Wu Yi, but the majestic Buddhist implement of Yanwutang, who suppressed them here back then. It's just that this bit of resentment cannot be vented to Yanwutang, but can only be angered to a challenger like Wu Yi.

After being suppressed for many years, their hearts have long been distorted. They are just waiting to die in the Yanwu Hall. In order to retaliate, they have used various perverted methods to torture these challengers and bring great fear to the challengers.

It was very strange. After realizing the real secret of acting Wutang, Wu Yi moved from place to place. Wu Yi's anger about being chased and beaten by ghosts gradually faded, and a trace of compassion rose up, feeling that they were pitiful.

Coincidentally, it was this trace of compassion. The second sentence of the Four Cross Mantra, "the pure land of the solemn Buddha", which could not be spoken before, spontaneously blurted out. Even for the first time, Wu Yi didn't understand what happened.

As soon as this statement came out, Wu Yi's Buddha light was more blazing than before. It was more than several times stronger than before. The golden light of merit spread out and made a Buddha Pure Land. This scene was originally dark and the wind whistling, but at this moment, darkness and light Coexist, and the center of light is Wu Yi.

Around Wu Yi’s body, various Sanskrit scripts emerged, some of which were visible, some were dim and unclear. When Sanskrit hits, various sounds will be made, and when thousands of Sanskrit hits each other, it is rolling Sanskrit. Singing, as if there are thousands of Buddhists chanting Buddhist scriptures, shaking the heavens, the scene is extremely shocking.

Wu Yi, who had always been at a disadvantage, took advantage of the trend and continued to spread the Buddha's light. With the advancement of Sanskrit singing, this magical power will only become stronger and stronger. If you want to restrain yourself, you must interrupt it first.

The realm of the Pure Land stretched, and all evil thoughts, greed, anger, ignorance and other evil thoughts were eliminated. The ghost had no scope to move. Wu Yi resolved the battle cleanly and suppressed the ghost in front of him.

The light of the Buddha was lingering, the hazy Yin Qi dissipated, and what appeared in front of Wu Yi was a pale and weak face, but it was extremely vicious, with fangs in his mouth, and a pair of blood pupils stared at Wu Yi fiercely.

He understood that Wu Yi might torture him like he had tortured other Liuchenguan disciples in the future. It was only a reward for a reward. It was a big deal, so what's the fear.

Knowing the situation these people are in, Wu Yi's feeling of compassion has not disappeared yet, and he said: "You can't hear what I say, but with your lips, you should also understand my words."

The model of Yanwutang is to create a false space for one party. Through various methods, both sides can maintain the original state and simulate the battle to the maximum. It is similar to controlling a clone that is not inferior to oneself to fight. The clone destroys itself. The impact is small, but it may leave a psychological shadow.

In this mode, the two parties could not hear each other, and Wu Yi didn't know why. Perhaps Yan Wutang did not let his secrets be exposed! But through lip language, they can still sense what they are saying.

In the battle where you die or mine is dead, there are a few people who will observe each other's lips. Many people don't think that the opponent is a real creature. It is just an illusion, and there is no basis for a common dialogue.

At this moment, Wu Yi suppressed the ghost and talked about the previous call. The other party's eyes flickered. Obviously, he understood Wu Yi's meaning, but he did not reply.

"Can you tell me how you were suppressed here?"

The other person's eyes were full of distrustful eyes, and he simply closed his eyes, without saying a word, a pair of Lao Tzu kill Ren Keng, whatever you want.

This attitude of the other party is not surprising. Being suppressed by the people of Liuchen Guan, a disciple of Liuchen Guan appeared here (Wu Yi defeated him with Buddhism, in the eyes of ghosts, Wu Yi is naturally the man of Liuchen Guan) and asked him this question. It's more like to humiliate him deliberately.

"The Dharma I practiced may save you from this sea of ​​suffering. Do you really want to stay here forever?"

silence.

"Do you have any relatives? You are suppressed here~lightnovelpub.net~Do you miss them?"

Silence plus one.

"Have you been taught by anyone? Don't you want to repay the teacher?"

Silence plus two.

...

Because of that trace of compassion, Wu Yi is like an old woman, chattering constantly, looking for a way out for him, talking constantly, trying to impress him, but all the words are like a mud cow entering the sea without a single response. There was not even a ripple.

After all, Wu Yi’s compassionate heart is only a trace. The constant failures give Wu Yi a sense of frustration. At the same time, there are also wisps of frustration in the bottom of my heart. Pay attention to me, don't know how to promote" similar thoughts surfaced.

Without the support of that trace of compassion, the Buddha's Light Pure Land gradually disappeared, and this attempt was about to fail.

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