Chapter 11 Standing and becoming a Buddha
"Heaven and earth are bleak, and there are many sufferings. I am willing to add everything to me. I laugh at myself, have no complaints, and have no regrets•••••••”
Hui Yin made a bitter wish, and he suffered from the endless red light blood and soul.
At this moment, the bloody whirlpool is rolling, and the evil force can tear the world apart.
The muddy blood cocoon completely wrapped Huiyin. The blood cocoon's appearance was red, and its inner yin wind roared and roared wildly.
And the Buddha's light in the blood cocoon is only a little bit left at this time, as if it has been torn and broken, as if it is about to dissipate, but sometimes it beats faintly, like Mars in the wind, struggling.
But even if the soul was killed by thousands of knives at this moment, Hui Yin did not shout, and he only endured all this silently.
He is willing to bear everyone's suffering, even if he is about to dissipate from this world.
Seeing Huiyin like this, Liang Ziqiao finally opened the last shackle in his heart, only cried and knelt down with his knees.
People are always like this. Only when everything is coming to an end will they fully understand that all the hesitations and struggles will be clear.
Even if he had already known that Hui Yin had lost his body and was about to die, Liang Ziqiao just struggled in his heart. It was not until this moment that Hui Yin suffered so hard before he finally could no longer suppress the tide in his heart.
All the false shackles were broken at this moment, and Liang Ziqiao could no longer care much and only knelt down to Hui Yin.
At this moment, he just hopes that Hui will leave early and be better than suffering the endless pain again.
Then Liang Ziqiao only looked up at the sky and roared, "The gods and Buddha witness that I, Liang Ziqiao, am willing to convert to Buddhism today. My disciples know that they are deeply guilty, but from then, they have fate. As soon as a ascetic in Guanghua Temple, I only want to be a servant all my life, chopping wood and carrying water, but I want to atone for my sins."
Liang Ziqiao roared up to the sky, roared, and his anger was like a roar, and suddenly exploded over the capital city.
Li Xiaohe never thought that Liang Ziqiao would suddenly be like this. He was just stunned, but he didn't believe it.
When he turned his head, he saw that Liang Ziqiao's black hair was scattered, only dancing with the wind, covering his face, endlessly desolate.
Then the trace of black hair began to slowly fall from the top of Liang Ziqiao, only swept away by the wind, and I don't know where it would eventually fall.
At this moment, Liang Ziqiao not only made a sudden vow, but also cut off three thousand annoys. Finally, even his brocade robe was broken and swept away by the wind.
In a blink of an eye, Liang Ziqiao was only dressed in plain clothes, with black hair on top, which became the description of an ascetic.
Seeing Liang Ziqiao suddenly like this, Lingxiu was only stunned and cried and laughed again: "Uncle, have you seen it? Your last long-cherished wish has also been fulfilled.
Only after a long time, there was no sound of wisdom in the bloody cocoon.
Liang Ziqiao's face was ashes, and then he only kowtowed three times to that side of heaven and earth, and shouted, "Today, my disciples have converted to Buddhism. I hope that Master Hui will take him in."
Li Xiaohe only looked at all this quietly. At this moment, Liang Ziqiao seemed to be no longer the same. His arrogance was gone at this moment, and all he had left was humility.
Although he knew that this was a sharp change of Liang Ziqiao, it was a great good thing that Liang Ziqiao could convert to Buddhism and enter the right path.
But Li Xiaohe still couldn't help feeling a little lonely. At this moment, Liang Ziqiao, who attacked Yuzhou City, appeared in his mind.
The young general with jade and silver armor, with millions of soldiers in his heart, standing on the stage of a hundred-foot general.
Even if the king of Pingnan came to Yuzhou in person, he could not stop his pace. In just one year, he collected all the rivers and mountains in the southwest. He called himself King Liang and was ordered by the king of heaven and earth.
But he is not afraid of heaven and earth. He wants the landscape to fade where his army has passed.
But now Liang Ziqiao is no longer there. When his million army was destroyed by ghosts, he was no longer a general.
And in the future, there will be no more news about him in the world. Maybe his heroic deeds will be passed down in the world for a long time.
Some people will say in the future that I will become such a person in the future.
However, no one knows that after the disappearance of the young general who led the southwest, there was an additional ascetic monk in Guanghua Temple.
And after Li Xiaohe thought about this for a long time.
On the suspended blood vortex, in the red cocoon, the sound of wisdom finally came again.
"I have no complaints and no regrets•••••”
The voice seemed to be relieved, only curling, as if exhausted wisdom attracted the strength of the whole body, hiding a trace of silence.
"Master••••••"
Liang Ziqiao finally heard Hui's voice, and suddenly only cried and kept kowtowing to the other side of heaven and earth.
And after a long time, when Hui Yin's voice finally came, it was intermittent.
"You don't want to••••••So••••••I•••• went•••••"
This is obviously the last words of Hui Yin, and this intermittent words finally dissipated with the wind.
And when this word came to everyone's ears, the Buddha's light in the blood cocoon had slowly extinguished.
The long-sstruggle Buddha's light was finally invisible, and the sound of hurricane roaring in the red cocoon gradually weakened.
"Master••••••"
Liang Ziqiao's face turned pale in an instant, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. There was only another howling, and his voice was hoarse, with endless pain.
At this moment, everyone knows that Hui has gone and disappeared forever.
Hui Yin finally died, and Li Xiaohe immediately knelt down on his knees and buried his head in the side of the world where Hui Yin disappeared, just in silence.
At this moment, everyone in the capital is almost silent in an instant. The great goodness of Huidu is seen by everyone. Huidu died for everyone, and everyone will always remember this old man with profound Buddhism.
"Heaven and earth are bleak, and there are many sufferings. I am willing to add everything to me. I laugh at myself, have no complaints, and have no regrets•••••••”
This bitter oath only echoes in everyone's hearts.
At this moment, even the sky-high hurricane stopped, and the rotation speed of the blood-colored whirlpool was also slow, with only a muffled roar, which was deep in everyone's hearts, making people feel depressed.
And the blood cocoon condensed by the blood light still does not dissipate, but the blood light disappears to the inside.
Just as everyone in the city was mourning for the death of wisdom, the dark sky suddenly rolled up, and the red surged again.
Obviously, Hui Yin has passed away, and without the deterrence of the Buddha's light, the bloody sea of sky that was just broken by the Buddha's light is about to fall again.
Seeing such a sudden change, all the practitioners in the city of Yuandu were suffocated.
Just now, everyone was mourning for Hui Yin's death, but they forgot that Hui Yin failed to suppress the ghost gate after all. Today, the capital city still seems to be a ghost city. Soon those fierce ghosts rushed out of the bloody vortex again and became evil again.
Thinking of this, the forgotten fear rises from everyone's heart again.
Everyone knew that they might be buried in the next moment, and endless fear suddenly spread.
But just as the blood in the curtain was about to submerge the whole city of the capital, suddenly, there seemed to be a golden light shining above the nine heavens.
I don't know where the golden light came from, so abruptly appeared in the endless dark night sky, as if it were just a little starlight, and when the sea of blood was about to spread to the golden light, it suddenly stagnate, and then the rolling sea of blood no longer stirred.
But gradually the golden light began to become more and more prosperous. The blood color spreading in the sky did not dare to touch the golden light at all. The golden light gradually grew, but the blood sea continued to retreat.
Soon the sea of blood had retreated, like a piece of blood in the center of a bloody cloth.
At this time, Lingxiu looked at the shining light in the center of the sea of blood and said in horror: "The power of holiness is extremely holy. This is the light of Buddha. No, I have never felt such a holy light."
"Buddha Light!" Liang Ziqiao was originally kneeling on the ground, but when he heard this, he jumped up excitedly.
"Yes, it's the Buddha's light, but this Buddha's light is so holy that compared with it, the Buddha's light previously released by my uncle is only insignificant. I have never heard of the power of this Buddha's light." Lin Xiu muttered.
When Liang Ziqiao heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into a light and only trembled, "It must be Master Hui Yin. No, it must be Master. Master. Master must still be there."
Li Xiaohe and Xiaozi also suddenly became awe-in. Will that really be Hui Yin?
If it's really wise, that'll be fine.