The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

"Father, don't worry, from now on, my daughter's illness will not occur again, and I will also leave this home on a long journey."

The change of Ling Fengge caught Master Ling somewhat by surprise.

But when Miss Ling walked through her courtyard,

When the withered grass and trees around them turned back to life, Master Ling was also speechless in astonishment.

Could it be that the gods have heard his request and responded to it?

After he was relieved,

Miss Ling's figure has already left Ling Mansion,

on the street,

Full of displaced people,

Through the war and the ghosts and disasters, thousands of people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were displaced. If Ling Mansion had a good foundation and tossed down several times, they would probably be the same as these refugees.

"Mother, wake up, mother."

A child hugged his mother and howled bitterly,

The woman’s face was sallow, and a wound on her body had been ulcerated and pus due to lack of money to see a doctor. In the end, her heart and lungs were harmed, and she died.

But the only child she left behind was unwilling to let go and shouted desperately,

Ling Fengge walked to her side,

Lamenting the sadness of the world,

It was God’s will that she had been ill for more than ten years to let her experience human suffering, and then she would have a great understanding of universal living beings?

Actually, I was the one chosen by God from the moment I was born,

She gently stretched out her hand and stroked the woman’s festering wound, a golden halo spreading, and then the wound started to heal unexpectedly.

The child stared at Ling Fengge with tears,

unconsciously,

The woman who was already dead opened her eyes again.

"Give birth."

The woman called out weakly,

The child immediately threw herself into her arms and wept bitterly,

I almost became an orphan myself,

Ling Fengge didn't say a word, stood up and prepared to leave, but the woman seemed to see a ray of dawn in the endless darkness. She got up from the ground with difficulty and knelt before listening to the wind song.

The innermost said, "Thank you, thank you." ’

"You don't have to thank me, but if you want to, thank the gods for your pity."

"Then are you the goddess God chose to save us?"

"I'm just a mortal, I have to say, that's just a savior chosen by God."

Ling Fengge left,

Naturally, the woman did not separate from the goddess in this way, but followed her closely with her own child.

The refugees who saw the miraculous appearance on the side seemed to have found a savior, and began to follow Ling Fengge madly.

Looking all the way,

Ten percent of refugees, ten percent, hundreds of thousands,

Everywhere Lingfeng Song passes, the dying sufferers are rescued back, and more and more refugees begin to follow her.

And respectfully call her the "Goddess"...

The streets and lanes in the past returned to calm, and the group of refugees also left with Ling Fengge.

The rustling wind blows,

Two bad guys appeared not far from Ling Mansion,

"strangeness."

A bad servant said, "It is clear that there are eleven dead souls here who are going to be extradited. Why didn't I see any of them? Is the judge's hall made a mistake?"

"Of course, the court of judges will not make a mistake. You must have made a mistake. The extradition is delayed, but you will be punished."

"How is it possible? Didn't you see the place where the above instructions are here."

You look at me, I look at you, with a dazed expression,

Eleven dead souls have disappeared, but this is going to be sentenced to malfeasance, which is naturally not a trivial matter.

"It must be a mistake. There is no personal figure here, so how come there are dead souls."

According to my companion,

Yin Chai also found it strange. Could it be that when he accepted the task from the Hall of Judges, he was confused with other people's completed Juhun Ling, so that the Oolong came out?

"Go back and check it quickly. If the judge finds out, our brothers will be in trouble."

Yin Chai returned to Yin Cao Jifu again,

Under normal circumstances, the judge hall will not make the wrong soul-holding mission.

You will not make mistakes on your own,

Unless someone deliberately messed up the order of yin and yang life and death,

Qin Jin,

The incense of Chenghuang Temple is flourishing,

A monk appeared in the crowd wearing a shabby robes,

No one cares about his dress at all, because the people around know that as long as the Lord Chenghuang blesses them, no monsters and ghosts can interfere with their peaceful life.

"Monk, are you here to pray too, let me tell you, Lord Chenghuang has a special spirit."

"My son had a strange illness a few days ago. I couldn't find any way to seek medical treatment, but it didn't get better at all. After this, my son's illness was all cured."

The kind passerby did not know the purpose of this monk,

Take the initiative to talk to him about the efficaciousness of Master Chenghuang,

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, people have fate for days and catastrophes, sometimes in fate, there is no time in fate, and there is no time in fate. Chenghuang will not actively interfere in human affairs as an immortal god. Your son must be destined to have such a catastrophe. ."

"Hey, you monk, I'm telling you about the city god, what **** you will tell me."

"Amitabha."

The monk seemed unwilling to say more, turned around and prepared to leave,

"You stop me."

Passers-by were reluctant, and actually blocked his way,

"What you mean is that Master Chenghuang is not working well."

"The poor monk is undoubtedly offensive. Please forgive me. The Buddha said, ‘all appearances are false.

"I don't know what Tathagata comes."

"The donor insists on thinking that the manifestation of the city **** is the manifestation of the city god, and the poor monk is just a group of people. In the Buddha's heart, the immortal **** knows himself."

"You stop for me, stop."

Passersby were annoyed by the words,

I kindly talked to him about the virtues of the city god, and he actually came over to talk to himself about Buddhism, what the donkey’s lips are not right,

Could it be that the trouble was deliberately made?

"Donor, you can see what is in the hands of the poor monk."

The monk slowly opened his palm, with a bean on it,

"It's beans, what's wrong."

"All beings are suffering and happy, in front of this bean, I can ask whether it is suffering or happiness."

"What kind of pain and happiness? If I know it is pain or happiness, wouldn't I be a god."

"Buddha Amitabha, who eats beans, eats grains, eats his belly and rejoices, suffers from suffering; grows it with bitterness, and enjoys himself."

"Good, good."

The monk folded his hands together, closed his eyes and stopped arguing with the man, turned and left,

Passers-by were stunned in place, seeming to have such a touch of the monk’s words.

City God Temple,

Both the land and the city **** stood on top of the temple, watching the monk’s words involuntarily praised,

Being able to see through the nature of the world shows that this monk is extraordinary.

pity,

It’s hard for the world to understand what the fighter he is talking about,

"This monk is really amazing, and I don't know how to refute it if I change it."

The landlord shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What can be argued, we follow the order of the Yin Cao Jifu instead of the Buddhist principles."

"It has nothing to do with me that the monk can ferry one person or ten thousand people."

"He overcomes the suffering of his beings, and I keep my side peaceful and have nothing to do with each other."

Chenghuang can see clearly,

Buddha,

It is difficult to live in troubled times,

Do not kill or break the precepts,

All beings in the mouth are suffering,

As everyone knows, the definition of human beings, ghosts and gods is not completely equal.

Human beings,

Ghosts are also beings,

Buddhism prospered in the flourishing world, and Taoism was hiding in the mountains alone. The Bodhisattva in troubled times does not ask anything, but the old man carries his sword to save the vicissitudes of life.

If you want to create a prosperous world, how can your hands not be guilty of sin?

Watching the monk leave,

Cheng Huang just sighed...

War dynasty,

The devastated street can’t tell what it was like,

Those who were once slaves walked on the street one after another and fell deeply into hesitation.

far away,

Gradually heard the flute sound, loud and deep,

A figure came slowly with a long sword on his back, under Tsing Yi's body, unrestrained and unrestrained,

Those former slaves were gradually attracted by the sound of the flute and turned their eyes to him.

A jade pendant of emerald green hung from the waist of the man, with a big character ‘xian’ engraved on the front, and a character ‘Confucianism’ on the back.

Along the way,

The jade pendant hit the folding fan pinned to the body on the other side, making a clanging sound.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, it is particularly pleasing to the ears,

The slaves didn’t know what they were tempted, and they usually followed the man unconsciously. No one knew who he was or where he was going. They just followed unconsciously.

for a long time,

Half of the slaves in the city followed him,

The man stopped, looked back at them and asked,

"Are you going to go with me?"

Everyone nodded,

"Then go on the road together."

"where are you going?"

Someone dared to ask,

"Go to Paradise."

The man said chicly,

Everyone was amused at this time, the world of bliss, I am afraid that only the dead can go,

"My Paradise is a place where living people can go. If you want to go, I will take you there. If you don't want to go, then listen to my flute as a farewell gift."

"Can we really go?"

Some people are puzzled,

After all, they were once the most humble slaves,

Suffocated with ridicule and scorn, no one has ever regarded them as human beings,

"Mo Wuji assures you that you can go if you want, no one will stop it."

The man declared his name and promised that it must be a place everyone can go.

At this moment, everyone gradually felt relieved. They didn't know why, they began to rely on this man who claimed to be Mo Wuji at first sight.

Mo Wuji stopped talking,

Continue to take out the flute and play,

I don’t know when a cloud of white mist rose up under my feet, and I was surprised to see others.

Is this man a fairy in the legend,

Coming to save them?

Clouds and mists turned into a stepped look, watching his figure keep walking away, some people have courageously followed closely.

that's all,

Everyone in a city followed behind Mo Wuji and went to the world of bliss in his mouth.