The sky had already darkened. Yang Jian stood on the high platform of Mount Yulei, and his soldiers stood around the high platform. Xiao Tianquan transformed into a fierce dog and crouched at his feet.
In front of Yang Jian was an incense table. On the incense table were an incense burner, a jade bowl filled with nectar, the remaining half bowl of flood dragon blood, a brush, a Dark Yellow Merit Ruler, immortal silk with a written inscription, immortal wine, rice soaked in nectar, and other items.
Beside the incense table was a much weakened Soul Guiding Banner refined by Yang Jian. The white flood dragon coiled around the handle of the Soul Guiding Banner.
After waiting for a moment, Yang Jian lit up the three incense sticks and said," I am Yang Jian, a disciple of Immortal Yu Ding of the Clan of Enlightenment. I have obtained a volume of the Scripture of Limbo by chance. I hope that you, Primordial Master, Grand Master, and Tongtian will agree to the act of saving the dead.”
After saying that, Yang Jian inserted the incense stick into the incense burner and waited.
He had no choice but to wait. Breaking through hell was not something that Yang Jian's name could do.
After waiting for a while, three replies came from the sky.”
However, Yang Jian did not immediately start the matter of saving his life because the person from Jie School had not replied.
If that person didn't agree, Yang Jian would have to edit and edit the ? Scripture of Limbo ? again.
This was because it involved his life name. If he did not change it, the problem would be huge.
After waiting for a long time, the incense in the incense burner had already burned more than half. Up to you!"
After obtaining the approval of the few big shots, Yang Jian bowed and said,"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, Martial Ancestor, Martial Granduncle, Martial Granduncle, for your approval!"”
After thanking all the big shots, Yang Jian began the first step of saving his life. He picked up the soul-guiding flag on the left side of the incense table and waved it.
Yang Jian waved the Soul Guiding Banner as he chanted the prison-breaking incantation,"In the vast Fengdu, there are layers of Vajra Mountains, and the spiritual treasures are shining with infinite light."..”
After chanting the Hell-breaking Spell several times and looking at the souls gathering below the stage, Yang Jian changed the incantation." Announce to the Three Realms, the Limitless Divine Land, the Residence of Spring Melody…"
This incantation was chanted several times, and the audience was already filled with dead souls. These dead souls were either filled with resentment or their minds were bewitched by the evil aura. None of them were normal.
At this time, the first step of the process was completed when the target was summoned.
Yang Jian did not have that many steps to transcend death. This was related to his identity and cultivation, as well as the purpose of the refinement.
Yang Jian's purpose in this refinement was to restore the consciousness of the dead souls who had been blinded by resentment and hostility. He did not want to eliminate the sins and negative karma of these dead souls so that they could immediately reincarnate or ascend to the Immortal World.
To eliminate the sins and negative karma of the dead souls, merit was needed. Yang Jian felt that his own merit was not enough, so how could he waste merit on irrelevant people to wash away their negative karma and negative karma?
The sins he had committed had to be repaid by himself. This was the correct way of karma.
The sins of the dead souls had not been repaid, and their karma had not been washed away. If they wanted to reincarnate, only the later Buddhist sects could do this.
However, only they themselves knew how much karma they would get involved in doing this.
If one was not afraid of the accumulation of karma and sin over generations and eventually falling into the path of beasts, after Yang Jian's refinement, the soul would be clear-headed and could choose to reincarnate.
Now that he had summoned the target, it was time to start the process of transcending death.
Yang Jian took the Dark Yellow Merit Ruler and dipped it in the dew in the jade bowl. He circulated his Dharmic powers to turn the dew on the Merit Ruler into rainwater and sprinkled it out, allowing more souls to touch it.
As Yang Jian sprinkled the nectar, he chanted," Dispel the long night's pain and release the anger on the way. Fierce fire into the throat, eternal hunger and thirst. With a shower of dew, it's as if it's hot and cool…"
After opening the mouth of the flame, Yang Jian sprinkled the immortal wine, rice, and other things on the incense table to the dead souls one by one.
As he sprinkled the food, Yang Jian continued to chant,"The soul is pure and upright, and all life lasts forever." Without suffering, there is light in the body..."
The dead souls below the stage scrambled to eat the immortal wine and rice.
After the food was scattered, Yang Jian opened the Scripture of Limbo and began to recite.
"Top grade head, ten times to save people. Concealed charm of a hundred devils, separation and reunion are natural."
As Yang Jian chanted, golden light of virtue emerged from the Scripture of Limbo. The gentle golden light of virtue enveloped all the souls.
For a time, wherever the golden light of virtue from the scripture reached, it seemed as if there were countless immortal cultivators chanting scriptures in unison to help these souls.
As Yang Jian chanted, the souls of the dead, who were enveloped by the golden light of virtue, gradually showed expressions of enjoyment. Their eyes were no longer sharp and resentful, and their minds gradually regained clarity.
Seeing this, Yang Jian simply chanted the Scripture of Limbo while sprinkling the remaining dew in the jade bowl.
When the dew in the jade bowl was sprinkled clean, Yang Jian also stopped chanting the Scripture of Limbo.
The souls of the dead bowed to Yang Jian and shouted in unison,"Thank you, Supreme, for ferrying us and allowing us to escape from the Infinite Prison."”
Yang Jian nodded at the souls of the dead. Then, he lit the immortal silk with the memorial on it and read," Since the memorial has been burned, order the officials to escort it through Fengdu and Dongyue. Only then can the people of the underworld be reincarnated.”
The memorial written on the immortal silk book in Yang Jian's hand burned out. In a moment, a messenger of death from the underworld arrived, and the one leading was the Emperor of Fengdu.
After the Emperor of Feng Du walked closer, he went up the high platform and said," Perfected Cultivator, you are really a man of Dao. Today, Perfected Cultivator's act of opening the underworld and saving the dead has saved our underworld a lot of trouble.
These dead souls were able to escape from the Infinite Hell. They only needed to pass through the eighteen levels of hell and receive their respective punishments before they could go to reincarnation.
The Infernal Prison, which is located below the 18th level of hell, finally has hope of being emptied. In the future, when Supreme was free, he would invite the Netherworld to extract the remaining souls from the Infernal Prison.”
It was because more and more souls were accumulating in the Infernal Prison of the Netherworld, and the number of people sent by the Netherworld to suppress them also increased.
Even the messengers of death of the netherworld didn't want to go to the Infernal Prison, so the Emperor of Feng Du could only forcefully arrange for the messengers of death to take turns guarding it.
Now that Yang Jian had the nectar and the scripture that was comparable to a treasure of virtue, the Emperor of Feng Du saw hope of clearing the Infernal Prison. Naturally, he was very polite to Yang Jian.
In the entire Untainted Land, other than the Sages, only Yang Jian could extract a large number of souls from the Infinite Prison.
Daoist Cihang didn't have that much nectar now, so she naturally couldn't bear to part with it.
Ksitigarbha, who had yet to appear, could only use his great magic power to suppress the souls and slowly influence them one by one.
Yang Jian cupped his hands and said politely,"Your Majesty, you flatter me!" Yang Jian only obtained it occasionally."
"Haha! Senior Immortal, you don't have to be so polite. I'm just telling the truth. Senior Immortal deserves my praise.”The Emperor of Feng Du replied with a smile.
The two of them chatted for a while, and the rest of the messengers of death had already protected the dead souls and prepared to leave.
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