My Taoist Career

But at this time, who would care about the city owner of the new city, its fate has already been decided by the ferryman's words.

Before, the reason why the master allowed it to say so much was to respect the opinion of the ferryman, stay?Or leave it alone?

But the first time Shizu looked at the ferryman, he avoided Shizu's eyes, obviously did not make a decision, so Shizu let it go on, maybe also considering whether to keep it as a translation.

Thinking about it this way, Shizu is actually a very strange person, he will not decide whether or not anything should exist based on the reputation of righteousness, what he values ​​and respects more is the fetters of some emotions in the world, isn't this us Is it something that a cultivator should let go of?

But I also have a faint realization that if the ferryman can’t let go, it’s pointless to force him to let go. This kind of respect from the master just left him an opportunity to let him go, which is better than forcing him to let him go It's much better to let go.

It seems that even at the last moment of life, this world of mortals has never stopped.

While I was meditating, Master Hongren's soul had disappeared into Jue Yuan's body. Jue Yuan let go of his body to accept Master Hongren. In fact, he was no different from the upper body of a ghost, but only in this state can he be better. Make it easy to pass on.

After all, as an eminent monk, Master Hongren would leave something in Jueyuan's soul relatively easy.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Xiao Chengqian had already completed the spell over there, and there was a slight fluctuation on the other side of the formation, and a golden light turned into a sharp sword and rushed towards the suppressed Xincheng City Lord.

At this moment, the expression of the city lord of Xincheng has turned into a dead gray, and his numb eyes showed that he was already in despair. At this moment, he almost subconsciously looked at the ferryman, but the ferryman looked into the distance, clearly not wanting to look at it again glance.

The sharp sword fell, and the city lord of Xincheng let out a miserable howl, but such power was not enough to destroy it. Xiao Chengqian continued to manipulate the spell, while Jueyuan had already completed the inheritance, and the figure of Master Hongren reappeared.

The speed is incredible, but the soul is the biggest mystery of human beings, who can fully understand the mystery?In reality, people communicate through language, and maybe one hour cannot impart a spell, but the soul can complete a large amount of information transmission through a more advanced method, perhaps in just one second.

After he came out, Master Hongren obviously looked abnormally old, and the sacred aura on his body had disappeared. He said softly to Jueyuan, who had a golden light on his body: "I have passed on the accumulation to you, and you Let go and do it?"

Jueyuan performed a Buddhist ceremony, his eyes were full of gratitude and emotion, he did not move, but said to Master Hongren: "Master, the most precious thing you gave me is not the power of thought, the accumulation of soul power, It's your clear understanding of Buddhism and your heart for magic. I will take the gift of a disciple and watch you take this last step."

Master Hongren smiled weakly, and did not answer, but sat down cross-legged, which was no different from the sitting posture of an eminent monk when he passed away. I felt inexplicably sad, Master Hongren might be...

The second golden sword slashed, and the suppressed city lord of Xincheng let out another howl of pain, but compared to his restlessness, Master Hongren's face was peaceful and peaceful.

Sitting quietly cross-legged, Master Hongren's figure became weaker and weaker. After being tortured by the city lord of Xincheng for so many years, his soul was already riddled with holes and scars. If it wasn't for the strong support of his thoughts, he would have Already out of my wits.

I looked at the pure blue light spots flying around Master Hongren, and said to Master with some sadness: "Master, why does an eminent monk like Master Hongren lose his soul?"

Yes, this form is exactly the same as the situation of the soul flying away, I have seen it several times!The difference is that Master Hongren's soul is so pure, so there is such a blue color, which is exactly the same as the soul power of the ancestor sealed in the agarwood beads.

Facing my question, the master said: "The way of heaven is fair, and Hongren is not a ghost."

no?I saw that Master Hongren's figure could no longer be kept complete, and there were more and more blue light spots flying around. The girls and Jueyuan were already in tears, but the master actually said no?

The third and fourth sharp swords slashed, and the howls of the city lord of Xincheng continued, but no one had the heart to pay attention to it at the moment. We are all saying goodbye to Master Hongren, although we did not spend much time with him. Not long, but some people, even if you just get along with him for a minute, you will respect him from the bottom of your heart, and this kind of respect will make you have a good feeling for him from the bottom of your heart, and you will not let go of him. go.

Just like that, my tearful eyes gradually blurred. I watched Master Hongren finally turned into countless light spots. In this world, where he passed away, he can no longer be found. blue light spot.

"That's great." The ferryman kept his astonishingly calm, and after Master Hongren turned into a spot of light, he said something inexplicably.

What the hell is good?My heart was full of doubts, but at this time, in the world where Master Hongren was doing, the sound of Sanskrit singing suddenly sounded, and the five-color Buddha light suddenly appeared, covering the spot of light...

"Zhengguo!" Master's tone was still light, but he could hear a little bit of emotion.

Is it true?Has Master Hongren finally achieved the right result?I stared intently at the place where the five-colored Buddha lights lit up. At this time, with the fall of the fifth golden sword, the figure of the city lord of the new city also began to become nothingness...but its unwilling eyes also fell on Above the five-color Buddha light.

Among the five-color Buddha lights, those blue light spots keep rising, and they gather continuously during the rising process. Finally, when we can't see clearly when we look up at that height, the five-color light spots In the Buddha's light, I finally saw a figure.

Is it Master Hongren?I can't see the face of the figure clearly because of the distance, but I firmly believe that it is Master Hongren!And I can clearly see him facing down, in the direction of my master, offering a deep Buddhist ceremony, and my master returned the Taoist gift.

Then, his eyes fell on the ferryman and stayed for a second, then he raised his head, his figure gradually blurred, and disappeared into the depths of the sky, at the end of the Buddha's light...

The Sanskrit singing still didn't stop, and with the last miserable howl of the city lord of Xincheng, the city lord of Xincheng was finally beheaded by the golden sword.

This strong contrast and complicated mood made me unable to calm down for a long time. I was happy that Master Hongren was finally able to do the right thing, and I also lamented that the Lord of Xincheng was so ambitious that he ended up like this. When he disappeared, even the flying of soul fragments No.

That is a more tragic disappearance than the disappearance of the soul.

The ferryman had been showing astonishing calmness until now, staring at the Buddha's light, he finally swallowed hard and called out softly, "Brother!"

Then he regained his composure, and the master looked at the dissipating Buddha's light and said, "I'm afraid Hongren didn't expect to be able to achieve the right fruit in the end, but in the eyes of my Taoists, the Dao is three thousand, and he can be regarded as the way of Buddhism." To the extreme, a heart that has been honed to the extreme in a small hell, deserves a positive result."

Master's words resounded loudly, in exchange for a thank you from the ferryman.

At this moment, Jue Yuan, who still had tears in his eyes, took a few steps forward with a Buddhist bead in his hand, and sat cross-legged next to the place where Master Hongren passed away, and suddenly began to recite the scriptures of transcendence.

The scenery in front of him was still spectacular, but with Jueyuan's transcendence, an even more spectacular scene appeared.

First, the Buddha's light rang loudly behind Jue Yuan, and his transcendent thought power appeared as visible golden energy, and then we saw the golden energy drift towards the big island, and then spread out...

Using it as a guide, golden energy floated up everywhere in the entire Lake of Ghosts formation, rushing towards the big island quickly.

And the biggest golden energy came from that ancient boundary marker, which suddenly became golden, and then clusters of golden energy floated out, rushing towards the big island quickly.

In the end, the five-color Buddha light that was about to dissipate unexpectedly also re-condensed, and a Buddha light suddenly moved towards Da Dao.

The master's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said: "It seems that the world can't be settled? I didn't expect that the Buddha's light can be left in the great array of heaven and earth! It seems that this place has been blessed by good fortune, and no one will need to go there anymore. worried."

"Master, what do you mean?" I was immersed in this magnificent scene, but I also heard what Master said, so I couldn't help asking.

Master pondered for a long time, but finally did not answer me, but said: "We will talk about it later."

And at this time, with the influx of golden light, it was no longer Jueyuan's lonely chanting voice that sounded in the world, it seemed that there were thousands of voices chanting scriptures together with Jueyuan.

A ghost floated up and walked towards the golden road between the boundary marker and the big island, followed by more and more ghosts...

At this moment, everything about the lake of ghosts has finally come to an end. I looked at my master, but my heart began to feel inexplicably uneasy.