"Zi Buyu has strange powers." Kong Wenjun pursed his lips slightly and his emotionless voice sounded out. Then, it slowly expanded, and suddenly, it turned into the roar of a thunder god. A mighty righteous qi swept out like a majestic wave, instantly suppressing the evil ghost's demonic voice, causing countless ghosts to have a splitting headache and their souls to scatter.
"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk also chanted the name of Buddha. However, it was as thick and simple as the sound of a thunderous bell, yet it was extremely penetrating. Waves of sound waves spun and attacked, killing many ghosts.
However, even though he had suppressed the evil spirit's demonic voice, the ghosts that filled the sky were getting closer and closer.
The old monk no longer hesitated. He casually took out a bell and threw it into the sky. A Buddhist light appeared and instantly lit up the entire sky. The ghosts that were illuminated by the Buddhist Kingdom all turned into light spots and dissipated at this moment. The bell that stood in the void began to grow bigger and actually turned into an ancient bell floating in the air. As the resounding resounding sound waves swept out, the ghosts disappeared one by one.
"Buddha? "Please listen to my song,'Zen Heart of Cloudwater'." Kong Wenjun chuckled, and his pale and slender hands slowly began to play the zither. This song was originally a zither song, but he had changed it to a zither song.
The sound of tinkling sounds was like the gurgling of flowing water. The bamboo forest was luxuriant, and the springs and rocks reflected each other. The wonderful sound of nature spread out, creating an ethereal and distant artistic conception. It was as if everything in the world was dissolved in this artistic conception that was both real and illusory. The soft and elegant sound of the zither felt as quiet as Jiangnan's silk and bamboo.
The birds in the empty mountain sing, and the people live with the white clouds. The murmuring spring water washed my heart, and the fish played in the deep pool.
The Righteous Qi emitted a white light and slowly turned into a golden Buddha who sat cross-legged. The Buddha spoke softly and explained the truth of the Buddhist scriptures. As the Buddhist principles were said and the zither music sounded, countless ghosts stopped and knelt at the feet of the Buddha. Their ferocious faces gradually calmed down, and their fierce hearts gradually disappeared.
"What a powerful divine ability, what a powerful zither sound.”The old monk looked at Kong Wenjun in amazement. He then sat down cross-legged and began to recite the Prajna Sutra with the small Buddha beads in his hand. Each word and sentence was simple and dignified. They turned into golden swastikas that floated into the air to reincarnate the kneeling ghosts.
Kong Wenjun gently caressed the nine heavens. Even he himself was immersed in this heavenly sound of the zither. His state of mind was calm, and he also began to eliminate the brutal heart that had been produced by killing too many people in the heart. He was one with heaven, and his heart was calm and natural.
The sound of the zither was long and clear, thousands of miles away. The Buddha appeared and all living beings bowed.
The ghost spirits submitted one after another, and the hatred in their hearts disappeared. They reincarnated one after another, and the thousands of miles of ghost clouds also turned into clouds and dissipated under the Buddha's light. The sky gradually cleared, and the bright world returned.
For the entire night.
Kong Wenjun played the zither to subdue them, and the old monk chanted scriptures to help them. The two of them worked together and used an entire night to send all the tens of thousands of ghosts to reincarnate.
The matter was dismissed.
Kong Wenjun's face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat. He was obviously exhausted.
The old monk was about the same.
He had consumed too much energy.
"Almsgiver, you are kind and kind-hearted. This old monk admires you. It is fate that we met, especially the great deed of the two of us helping the reincarnation of thousands of ghosts.”The old monk pressed his palms together and bowed. After this battle, although the two of them did not say anything, they both appreciated each other and regarded each other as their good friends for many years.
"You're too polite. Grandmaster can just call me Kong Wenjun.”Kong Wenjun chuckled. He waved the folding fan in his hand and gently fanned himself. At this moment, he had once again transformed into the appearance of a noble young master.
The old monk smiled and nodded. He then carefully took out an item wrapped in a yellow cloth from his bosom. He closed his eyes and chanted the name of Buddha. Then, he solemnly laid the kasaya on the ground and placed the Golden Buddha on it.
" This…" Kong Wenjun stepped forward to take a look and was immediately shocked. It was actually a Buddha statue of the Rulai Buddha carved in pure gold. It was lifelike, solemn, and majestic. It was as if a real Rulai Buddha was sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus.
What shocked Kong Wenjun wasn't the materials used by Gautama Buddha, but…he could sense the power of this golden Buddha. It was unfathomable and vast like the sea. He couldn't sense how powerful it was, but he could feel that he was holding a real Buddha.
"This Buddha statue is made from the sarira of Shakyamuni when he shed his mortal body and became Buddha. Then, it was carved by the eighteen Arhats. In order to prevent villains, the later generations specially plated a layer of gold on the Buddha statue to hide the fact that it was a peerless magic tool.”the old monk said solemnly.
Kong Wenjun was dumbfounded. The Buddha's sarira was personally carved by the eighteen arhats?？Did he have to be so strong? However, when he thought of this, he said,"How can I give such a precious treasure to others?”
"This old monk did not misjudge you. However, Almsgiver Kong, I still have to give this to you. This old monk is the only one left in my bloodline, and I have no descendants. In a few days, this old monk will go to the Underworld to fight that Witch of the Black Mountain. I don't even know if he is dead or alive. Instead of letting the Golden Buddha fall into the hands of the monster, it is better to give it to you.”The old monk smiled and told Kong Wenjun how to use the Golden Buddha statues.
"Since this trip is dangerous, why didn't you bring this magic tool with you to kill the demons?”Kong Wenjun frowned slightly.
The old monk shook his head and sighed,""Not everyone can use the Golden Buddha. Only those who are fated can use it.”
"I see." Kong Wenjun nodded and picked up the golden Buddha from the ground.
However…
When Kong Wenjun's hands touched the golden Buddha, a dazzling Buddhist light flashed. A huge Buddha shadow appeared in the sky. The Buddhist light shone for millions of miles and shocked thousands of demons.
"Amitabha. Patron, you are indeed fated with this Golden Buddha.”The old monk said in shock.
Kong Wenjun was also dumbfounded, but he thought of something and said,""Don't tell me you want me to be a monk?"
"Patron, why do you say that? Cultivation in the world originated from the same root, so what was the difference between monks and Taoists? How can people with the same origin distinguish Buddhism and Taoism? Buddhism and Dao were just different in terms of concepts.”The old monk said with a smile.
Kong Wenjun thought for a while before cupping his hands in admiration and saying,""Buddhas, Confucians, Daoists, and Buddhas are all born from the same root.”
At this moment, the Buddha statue in the sky slowly dissipated, and the old monk took his leave.
"The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it can't compare to the Buddha's gift from Master!”Kong Wenjun sighed and put away the golden Buddha statues. He hid them well and turned to leave.
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