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Chapter 140: Reincarnation Restarts (Additional Updates Requesting Votes)
although.

In the words of the old Taoist priest, what the monks did was very disgraceful.

He was denounced as a "shameless bald ass."

But the mask was bought from the hunter in an honest way, without any deception or deception.

It was a mutual agreement and the hunter was extremely satisfied.

First arrived in Lucheng.

The hunter was hawking his wares in the street, holding treasures in his hands, and claiming that they were gifts from gods.

But no one in Lucheng knew him, and what he said was too bizarre. If one treated it as a story, it didn't matter whether it was true or not, and people would just believe it.

But if someone buys it at a high price, that would be a different story.

Need to examine it carefully.

You have to doubt again and again.

Therefore, there are very few people who are willing to pay a high price to buy the treasure. There are few people who can recognize the value of the treasure, and even fewer people who can make a prompt decision.

Therefore, when the monk hurried over and met all of the hunter's conditions without hesitation on the spot, and even bought it at ten times the price, the hunter was overjoyed.

He became what hunters called a "great good man".

The big monk was also very happy. He was the one who knew the value of the artifact and was willing to buy it at any price.

In the eyes of the monk who picked up the flower, "this object is not only a Dharma instrument, but also the foundation of my Dharma lineage and the foundation of my fellow monks and nuns from now on in this world."

This is what the monk said to his disciples and monks of Tianlong Temple after he bought the mask.

Light shines through the window.

It shines on the meditation room of Tianlong Temple.

There is a shining object, like a lamp but not a lamp, like a mirror but not a mirror.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the back of the monk's head.

In front of the altar with burning incense.

The monk had a mysterious smile on his lips, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

In his hand he held a ghost mask which was neither gold, iron nor jade. He placed it under the altar with great respect and caution, then knelt on the cushion and chanted scriptures.

on the wall.

There is a picture of a white-robed Bodhisattva hanging on the wall.

If you look closely, he actually looks a bit like a wizard. To be more precise, he looks like a wizard with a "celestial appearance". I don't know where this portrait came from.

In the corner of the portrait, there are two lines of words:
"I offer a stick of incense to the spiritual flower, and wish to borrow the flower of wisdom from the Bodhisattva."

The Bodhisattva held a magical flower in his hand, which seemed to be about to be sprinkled down to the human world from the nine heavens. That was the flower of wisdom of the Bodhisattva, which had the magical power to save all the people in the human world from the sea of ​​suffering.

The big monk was kneeling on the cushion with his hands in a Dharma seal, as if he was going to take the magical flower from the Bodhisattva.

The monk's name was the Flower-Picking Monk.

But no one knew when the monk started to mention a Bodhisattva. His disciples called him Linghua Bodhisattva, and no one knew who he was referring to.

The big monk didn't say anything. When someone asked him, he just gave a mysterious smile.

I understand everything I understand.

If you don't understand, there's no point in explaining it.

The disciples followed the monk and chanted together. They were extremely excited while chanting and kept looking at the mask on the altar.

Each of them looked a little uneasy, perhaps because they had not practiced enough, or perhaps because what they had obtained this time was so horrifying that even the monks could not keep calm.

This was the first time they truly owned a "magic weapon", and it was exactly the kind they wanted the most.

The sutra has been read.

It was as if the "magic weapon" was covered with a layer of spiritual light and belonged to them from then on.

The disciples were overjoyed and stood up one after another.

"Is it really a magical weapon?"

"I think it's real. How can this thing be made without great magical power? That person is just a hunter. He doesn't have the means to forge it."

"That hunter is from Zhangjia Village. I asked someone about his origins. There is no problem with his origins. His ancestors have lived in Zhangjia Village for generations."

"Zhangjia Village?"

"It's the Zhangjia Village where the ancestors saw a dragon fall from the sky and built a stone statue in the cave by the river."

"Good, good, Zhangjia Village is truly amazing. Last time, the gods and Buddhas came to its rescue, and this time, they are even more blessed."

"Zhangjia Village has both good fortune and luck, but it's a pity that there is no virtuous person among the younger generation, and they can't grasp this blessing and destiny after all!"

Since the other party can't grasp it, let me help him grasp it!

In the Zen room.

The disciples discussed for a long time behind him before the Monk finally stood up. The disciples behind him immediately quieted down, waiting for the master's next move.

The monk holding the flower picked up the mask from the altar again, held it in his hand and examined it carefully.

According to the hunter from Zhangjia Village, by chance he was lucky enough to catch the white-haired auspicious rabbit from the Moon Palace that escaped from the sky, and Yunzhongjun gave this thing to the hunter.

Moreover, he told the hunter that this thing could lead his soul to the underworld.

However, the hunter did not understand the true meaning of this sentence at all, nor could he understand the true meaning of the mask, let alone its usage.

However, this great monk not only knew what the mask represented, he even knew how to use it.

because.

He used to wear a mask.

The monk holding the flower looked at the mask, gently stroked the special texture of the mask with his fingers, recalled the previous scene, and sighed.

“I didn’t expect that I would be able to see this magic weapon again.”

After hearing this, the disciples were all surprised.

"Master, have you seen this thing before?"

But then, the disciples all showed expressions of realization.

"No wonder Master bought it without hesitation when he saw it. It turns out he had seen it before!"

"We follow Master every day, why have we never seen him?"

"Yeah, you haven't seen this thing before?"

The monk holding the flower nodded and told his disciples the scene in which he had seen this thing.

"Do you still remember what happened in Naxihe County last month?"

"Old days."

"For the teacher, I climb the treasure mountain and worship the Bodhisattva."

"I once saw a ghost god walking out of Yunbi Shou Palace in Baoshan, holding a jade plate in his hand, and this thing was on the plate."

"As a teacher, I will walk on the Yellow Springs and see the flowers blooming on the other shore, which is a sign that the cycle of reincarnation has not yet begun!"

The disciples also knew the story of the Monk who had previously gone to the underworld and walked in the netherworld, but they did not know the details.

The disciples only knew that the monk had obtained permission from the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and under the guidance of the ghosts and gods, he ferryed to the underworld.

Only at this moment did the disciples know.

"So, this is how Master went to the underworld."

"If you want to walk in the underworld, you have to wear a ghost mask."

"So as long as I put on this ghost mask, I can enter the underworld again?"

just.

When talking about the scenes he saw in the underworld again, the Monk Picking Flowers looked sad.

When I think of the empty underworld, all the evil ghosts and fierce spirits have come to the human world to cause trouble.

The monk was extremely anxious, but he didn't know what to do.

The monk clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know when I can see the sign of the orderly reincarnation of the underworld reopening!"

Upon seeing this, the disciples stepped forward and spoke.

Someone said: "Master, now the gods and Buddhas have appeared, and the Bodhisattvas have incarnated as humans and descended into the human world. Their spiritual light shines upon the earth, and they will surely sweep away all the evil spirits in this world."

Someone pointed at the ghost mask and said, "Now that we have this magic weapon, the gate to the underworld is as if it were open to the human world. If Master takes this ghost mask and goes to the underworld again, maybe he can do something."

After saying this, the disciple seemed to have thought of something and spoke quickly.

"Don't you know?"

"How could this not be the Bodhisattva guiding Master?"

"Is it the Bodhisattva who wants Master to be the one who determines the rewards for good and evil deeds and reopens the underworld and reincarnation?"

The disciples were shocked: "It must be so. This ghost mask must have been given to Master by the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas through the hands of the Zhang family hunter."

There were also disciples who shouted: "I have realized that there is no one in the underworld now, and there is no way to reincarnate, so there has been a century of chaos, and the gods and Buddhas also intend to end the turmoil in this world. Whoever can obtain this face to open the underworld will be the one with destiny chosen by the gods and Buddhas."

"Master, you are the destined person!"

The monk who picked up the flower did not expect that this time his disciples would understand faster than him.

Let him realize that there is nothing to realize.

It seems that there are disciples with higher "understanding"!

Although the Monk Picking the Flower was a little surprised, he was still very happy to hear his disciples say this about him.

I thought to myself.

"Could it be that the gods and Buddhas really used the hands of the Zhang family hunter to give me this thing that opens the door to the underworld?"

"Yes, that may be the case."

"No, it must be so."

This is the destined person.

He took the responsibility. The mysterious expression of the monk who was neither smiling nor laughing could no longer be concealed, and the corners of his mouth were so wide that they almost reached his ears.

"It is not my karmic relationship, but the karmic relationship of our Dharma lineage, the karmic relationship of all my fellow monks."

"With this item, our Buddhist sect will have a great chance of flourishing."

"There is hope for the salvation of this world where evil spirits run rampant, and there is hope for the salvation of all living beings in this vast sea of ​​suffering."

Talking and talking.

The disciples whispered to each other and began to look at the monk picking flowers expectantly.

"Master, why don't you let the disciples see how this magic weapon is used?"

"What nonsense! How can this magic weapon be used lightly? You should know that this item can open the door to the underworld. How can the underworld be entered without permission?"

"You have to try it out, otherwise how do you know it's real?"

"What you said, Master said it was true, and I have seen this thing in front of the Bodhisattva before, how can I admit it is wrong?"

Although the disciples said this, the monk who picked the flower also had the same concerns.

Although this ghost mask looks like a real one, who knows if it works exactly the same as the previous one?
Or.

Can this be used? Is it the same usage?

You will know after you use it.

Finally, the monk made up his mind.

"Since the destiny has arrived, the magic weapon to open the gate to the underworld is right here, so there is no need to hesitate."

"And the sooner we know the decrees and instructions of the gods and Buddhas, the sooner we can make arrangements."

"Tonight, I will go to the Netherworld again!"

After saying this, the monk looked at his disciples.

"Master will now purify himself and sit in meditation to begin preparations."

"You also go down and inform the abbot and the monks in the temple, and tell them that my soul has entered the netherworld in the temple today. You must guard my body."

"You all should protect me well and wait for my return."

Although the last time the monk went to the underworld, he did not ask that he could not go there during the day.

But after all, the last time the monk did it was at dusk, so he decided to choose the same time.

All the disciples saluted in unison and bowed.

"Master, please prepare yourself. We will go and inform the monks in the temple immediately."

As soon as the disciples came out of the meditation room, they saw a huge crowd of monks outside.

There is no need to even convene a meeting. Almost all the monks in Tianlong Temple are here, waiting for news from inside!

"what?"

"The divine monk wants his soul to enter the netherworld, and asks us to protect his Dharma body?"

"The divine monk is truly extraordinary."

"We will protect the mage's body and will not let the evil spirits and demons take advantage of it."

The monk who picked up the flower was able to do this, and all the monks in the Tianlong Temple were proud of it. At this moment, the monks in the Tianlong Temple had become one with the monk who picked up the flower.

At this time, the monk who picked up the flower also appeared at the door of the meditation room, clasped his hands and bowed to everyone.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

In fact, most of the money that the Monk used to buy the mask came from Tianlong Temple.

but.

The monk could obviously buy it at twice the price, but in the end he was willing to pay more than ten times the price.

He even promised to ensure that the hunter would be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life, and even for his descendants.

It was because the monk felt ashamed that he had gotten the opportunity from the hunter and the Zhang family.

although.

This seems to be a fair transaction, with both parties willing to do so, but the monk still feels a little uneasy.

The hunter didn't know what he had lost, so how could the monk not understand?
Night gradually fell.

Outside the main hall, monks were sitting in neat rows in their robes.

"Namo..." A monk held beads in both hands, and everyone closed their eyes and bowed their heads to recite scriptures.

"Thump...thump...thump..." A monk was holding a wooden fish and beating it slowly.

The chanting sounds of the monks blend together to create a sense of grandeur and solemnity.

It made the flower-picking monk sitting under the Buddha altar in the main hall look dignified and majestic.

The monk holding the flower faced the other monks and finally opened his eyes, watching the sun outside the hall slowly setting.

The sun and the moon intersect.

Passing by each other among the treetops at dusk.

The monk put down his hand, slowly picked up the evil ghost mask that looked ferocious and mysterious, and put it on his face without much hesitation.

The mask fell on his head, and then his eyes fell into darkness. The sound of chanting in his ears became smaller and smaller until it was inaudible.

And this moment.

The monk felt the wind blowing against his robes. It was not the gentle breeze of this mortal world, but the cold wind of the underworld.

The monk looked up and seemed to see a door slowly opening in the darkness.

In the wind.

The cries of ghosts and goblins are heard in the ears, as are the whispers of spirits and demons.

"Netherworld."

"the other side!"

The sound of the wind took away his soul and blew his consciousness far away.

The monks in the main hall saw the monk's hands falling down in the shape of a cross, and the rosary in his hands hit the stone bricks with a crisp sound.

Everyone was horrified, realizing that the flower-picking monk's soul was no longer in his body and had embarked on the road to the underworld.

The sound of chanting scriptures.

It became louder.

When the wind gradually died down, the place where the monk was was deserted.

Ashes and dust fluttered against his robes, but the monk was not panicked. He had been here once before, although this time there were no ghosts or gods leading the way ahead.

"Where should I go?"

"Where is the other shore?"

The monk searched in the darkness for most of the night before he finally saw the flowers blooming like fire in the distance.

The monk was overjoyed and kept moving in that direction. Finally, he stood in front of the sea of ​​red spider lilies again.

just.

The monk looked at the Yellow Spring River and waited quietly, but no one came to pick him up.

"What's going on?"

"Why is there no ferry boat this time?"

The ghost rowing the boat never appeared, and the wide Yellow Spring River rolled down to the end of reincarnation.

Only the monk was standing in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, waiting alone.

At last.

The monk suddenly understood.

The last time he was able to cross the Yellow Springs River and walk across the stone bridge guarded by the giant necromancer was because he received a divine decree.

Although he possessed the ghost mask that could enter the underworld this time, he had no magical power.

That boat is for taking people to the afterlife, so there will be no ghosts or gods on the Yellow Springs River to ferry them across.

It would never be possible for him to cross the stone bridge guarded by the giant necromancer in the body of a living soul and enter the city of Youdu, which controls the cycle of life and death.

"Crash!"

The water of the Yellow Springs River rolled down, and it seemed that the obsessive words left by the ghost who crossed the river in the past were once again conveyed.

"The past events of this world are still fresh in our eyes."

"But my body has been separated from the netherworld, and I can't help but shed tears on my clothes."

The lonely ghost of the deceased cannot return to the human world, and the people in the mortal world are also separated by the Yellow Spring River, telling people in the world the difference between Yin and Yang.
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Although separated by the Yellow Springs River, the Flower-picking Monk stopped at the other side.

but.

The monk would go to the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore by the Yellow Spring River almost every day.

It's like waiting for something, or looking forward to something.

This day.

He saw ghosts and gods appearing in the darkness, and the familiar Yellow Springs Boat was sailing from the end of the cycle of reincarnation.

The monk stood up with great joy and looked towards the shadow of the boat.

"Could it be that you are here to pick me up?"

However, there was movement behind him.

The monk looked back and saw the ghost holding a lamp and leading the others little by little towards the Yellow Spring River, and then boarding the boat.

The monk picking the flower was not disappointed, but became even happier.

"This is?"

"Reincarnation has started again?"

(End of this chapter)