Chapter 195 Great Sorrow

Sitting in the ruins of the Taoist temple, hundreds of fierce ghosts around him roared fiercely. If it hadn't been for the fear of the Buddha light around Moke, he would have been killed fiercely and torn Moke to pieces.

With compassion on his face, Moke looked around, and then a series of notes in his mouth quickly issued, such as Hong Zhong Dalu. In an instant, they filled the whole hall.

"Nan Wu, drink Na, Doro night. Nan Wu, A Wu Ye, Po Lu Ka Di, Shuo Bo Ye. Bodhisattva. Mahasa Bhaya. Maha, Garuni Gaya. Oh, Sa Yao is punished. Count the writing. Nan Wu, Xiji Liyu, Yimeng Aqiye. Mother-in-law Lujidi, the wife of the Buddha. Nanwu, that's cautious. Li Mohe, Gao Dosha. Saba Atah, Dou lost friends, A died of pregnancy, Saba Saddo..."

What Moke recites in his mouth is the great sad mantra of Buddhism, which has supreme divine power to expel evil spirits and transform evil spirits.

"Ah ah ah..."

With the sound of the Great Sorrow Curse, many fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts who had been waiting for the opportunity to move all screamed, hysterically.

Visible to the naked eye, these evil spirits are surrounded by strong blackness and resentment, which are rapidly fading away and being purified. They are all howling as if they are suffering great punishment.

Moke was not moved by the scene in front of him. He still closed his lips and made the rapid notes, which made these fierce ghosts roar more and more sad, but he did not know that this series of huge movements shocked a body in the collapsed ruins.

"It's better to go home, it's better to go back... Resentment is like hell, and getting rid of it is a pure land. Let's reincarnation, you will get a new life..." Smiling and whispering, Moke seemed to be comforting those fierce ghosts.

"Oh, ..."

still roared fiercely, but I don't know what spells these evil spirits have been cast. They are as dull as wooden chickens and do not escape. They just passively bear everything and scream.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually, these hundreds of evil spirits became extremely dim, and the black air on the body was removed, revealing illusory and vague shapes. The Great Sorrow Mantra is still ringing, which is mixed with Moke's Buddha power to remove magic obstacles, but these have no effect on these fierce ghosts.

At this moment, these evil spirits have all eliminated their resentment and turned into their original souls. They are extremely illusory, and they salute to Moke one by one. Then, Peng Peng has sounded continuously and has turned into invisible and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Their resentment disappeared, their illusory souls dissipated, and they entered the six reincarnations again.

Among this group of evil spirits, there are several obviously powerful ghosts who are still screaming and eliminating the resentment all over their bodies. However, there is no ferociousness on their faces, but a relieved smile.

Reciting the great tragedy spell with compassion, Moke felt that his heart was unprecedentedly smooth, especially after those evil spirits were all integrated into the six reincarnations. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be a faint golden light that blended into his soul.

Comfortable, warm, beautiful and quiet...

Although it is only a little faint golden light, Moke still has an extremely comfortable feeling, as if he has been baptized in his heart.

In fact, these that appear in Moke's heart are the mysterious wishes of all sentient beings between heaven and earth. This wish power is to condense all the good ideas, ideas and integrate into themselves between heaven and earth, which is quite beneficial, but Moke has obtained such a benefit between yin and yang.

I don't know how long it took. There was silence in the whole hall. The previous gloomy and horrible situation had long disappeared and was full of a great quiet atmosphere.

Sitting cross-legged, Moke quietly recalled the previous feeling and was more satisfied than ever before.

"Amitabha, the master once said that crossing people is also crossing oneself. No wonder... No wonder..." With emotion, Moke felt more and more the greatness of the Buddha.

"Little monk, good skills..."

A sudden, a hoarse sound came out behind him, which surprised the sitting Moko, hurriedly turned his body, and at the same time made vigilant preparations. He was able to appear strangely behind himself, but he didn't notice it at all. Moko couldn't help but be shocked.

Through the moonlight, Moke clearly saw that behind him stood a middle-aged man wearing a worn-out purple gold robe crane star crown, with endless sadness in his eyes, as if there were unwashable sadness.

This middle-aged Taoist priest has empty hands, broad bones, and has a taste of controlling all directions and taking everything.

He stood up in a hurry, Moko put his hands together and said respectfully, "Amitabha... This benefactor, the little monk Moke is polite.

He waved his hand and saw that Moke was so polite, but the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled, and there was still a sense of sadness in his eyes. With a gentle wave of the Taoist robe, he immediately swept up the dust and cleaned up the gray hall out of a large clean space.

nodded with satisfaction, and then the middle-aged Taoist priest sat on the ground casually and waved Moko to sit down.

Fee that there was no malice from the other party, Moko pondered slightly and then sat down.

"Insurable Taoism, little monk, are you curious about the origin of poverty?" With a smile, the middle-aged Taoist priest opened his mouth.

nodded sincerely. Moke felt it carefully and suddenly found that the other party's whole body seemed to contain a rolling, like a long river, which was very terrible. His heart was shocked. Although he was calm on the surface, he was more alert in his heart.

With a self-deprecating bitter smile, the middle-aged Taoist priest said, "The poor Tao has been sitting in this ruins for 300 years, and I don't want to mention it anymore. You can call me an unknown Taoist. Hey... I have been sitting for 300 years, and I still can't explore the disaster in my heart. I'm afraid that there is not much chance of success in the future! Repair the road, ruthless road, but unfortunately, the sound of poor road is insisting on finding an affectionate road!"

Looking at everything around with nostalgia, the sadness in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes became stronger.

"Amitabha, senior, there is no way of affection, and you don't have to worry about it so much." After licking his lips, Moko comforted.

"Hey.... Needless to say, there is a saying that affection is ruthless in the end. I have been sitting withered for 300 years, tired, and my heart is about to die. However, I still want to thank you for taking action to digitize many of my fellow brothers and future generations. I have always insisted on the poor road and unwilling to accept this fact, but after all, everything is just a lie. With a sneer, the bitterness on the face of the middle-aged Taoist is even stronger.

His heart trembled. It was not until this moment that Moke suddenly realized and knew the origin of the other party.

Obviously, he should be a strong man of Yuqing Danmen, but for some reason, the whole sect was destroyed. He could not accept this fact and has been in self-blame.

"Wo!"

As soon as the right hand turned over, a jade pot suddenly appeared, and two jade cups appeared. The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand, and suddenly poured out two crystal ** in it and entered the jade cup.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a jade cup appeared in his hand, and the middle-aged Taoist drank it all, and then said gratefully, "Little friend, poor Tao thank you for saving my fellows. There is nothing to repay. This cup of jade fairy tea is good to you. See you."

"That's right, this little thing is also given to you. You are in the wilderness at this moment. It's too dangerous. It may help you..."

After drinking this cup of tea, the middle-aged Taoist's body flashed and lost his trace.

In the void, a sky-blue spherical crystal appeared and suddenly fell into Moco's palm and was obtained by him.

Moke bowed his head, and a green spring-like tea rippled in the jade cup. The white fog on it was changeable. Sometimes it condensed into a crane, and sometimes condensed into a bird and beast. The fragrance hit the nose. When he smelled the breath, his whole body felt refreshed and extraordinary.

After drinking, Moke suddenly felt indescribably comfortable and respectfully saluted the direction of the middle-aged Taoist.