Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 355 Sending You to Your Rebirth

The Black Mountain Demon displayed strength commensurate with his reputation, moving a mountain range stretching for an unknown distance with incredible speed.

This made Xu Xuan's heart skip a beat.

As expected, the demons who can rise to the top in the underworld all have an extraordinary side.

The demons who flee with such decisiveness and resolve, even severing their connection to the underworld's ley lines, are the most difficult to kill.

Fortunately, I only have compassion in my heart today.

The real target is the millions of vengeful spirits below.

"The Buddhas of the three worlds praise him, and the Bodhisattvas of the ten directions take refuge in him. I now, having planted good karma in past lives, extol the true merits of Ksitigarbha."

After countless years, the aura of Ksitigarbha descended upon the City of the Wrongfully Dead once again.

Of course, it's just an aura.

Even a fraction of the power of vows within the Garbhadhatu Mandala is enough to shake hell.

Golden light began to cover the dark clouds, gradually enveloping the entire city.

Within the colossal city spanning five hundred miles, the ghosts trembled in terror.

First, demons wreaked havoc on the world, then golden light shone through the dark clouds.

The grand spectacle, unseen for thousands of years, filled the little devil with nothing but fear.

After all, those living in the City of the Dead had long forgotten the figures of gods and Buddhas; only the dark mountain range outside the city, overlooking below, was the most worthy of awe.

At this moment, white butterflies fluttered throughout the five-hundred-mile-long giant city, scattering chants, sacred sounds, and hopes for a bright future.

Miraculous flowers bloomed once again on the treacherous land, swaying in the darkness and attracting the attention of ghosts and monsters.

Someone is reaping the power of wishes from millions of vengeful spirits.

Xu Xuan admits that he is a sentimental person and also someone who values ​​cause and effect.

The woman with bright eyes saved her soul from going mad during a near-death experience, so it wouldn't be too much for her to do a little good deed in return.

Stepping onto the blue lotus and into the air, I looked at the magnificent aura of Ksitigarbha and the ocean-like power of vows that combined to create this magnificent aura.

Ksitigarbha is dead, and the Buddha's mind has been extinguished.

Then let me, the compassionate Zen Master Fahai, drive this power.

As you step into the center of the lotus platform, your spirit and energy merge with the Dao, and the illusory aura gradually takes shape.

One more Peak Experience Card, please.

boom! ! ! ! !
The ocean above Hell roared wildly, the scorched brown earth beneath its feet trembled, and the clouds that never dispersed in the sky were churned into fragments and twisted together.

Flowers are falling from the sky and golden lotuses are emerging from the ground.

The level of Bodhicitta (the mind of enlightenment) began to rise rapidly, and endless power began to flow in.

This is followed by a continuous rise in perspective.

He saw: in the distant past, she was the son of a great elder; in countless past eons, she was a Brahmin woman; in countless past eons, she was a king; in countless past eons, she was a woman named Guangmu.

The moment when the family members made the great vow to save all suffering beings and lead them to enlightenment for the sake of all sentient beings.

Four figures from the past stood above the underworld.

The last woman with luminous eyes looked over as she made her vow and saw the figure of the one who came after her.

His eyes showed great satisfaction.

'Go do what you want to do, I will bless you.'

Xu Xuan returned the greeting earnestly.

"Homage to the World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha."

Then the aura continued to rise, so high that it surpassed the Great Howling Hell, surpassed the sixth level of the Great Hell, surpassed the back of Yin Mountain, and appeared in the sight of all the powerful beings in the underworld.

The Ten Kings' Palace was brightly lit, and the Terrace of Longing for Home, the Mirror of Retribution, the Bridge of Helplessness, and the Gate of Hell all emitted faint glows in response. In the eighteen levels of hell, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and the Sea of ​​Blood, the River of Helplessness, and the River of Oblivion rose and fell simultaneously, their crimson hues reflecting in the sky.

The many overlords, demon kings, and ghost emperors located within were all on high alert, awaiting this unknown change.

An inexplicable aura permeated the underworld, while the sound of thunder reverberated above the clouds.

This caused the ghost heroes to feel panicked and at a loss. Many methods of observing heavenly secrets failed, and the energy of danger and opportunity appeared simultaneously in their souls, pulling them apart.

The powerful figures of the mortal realm would naturally understand that this is a sign of a great upheaval in the celestial calamity.

Unfortunately, the underworld, which has been peaceful for so many years, still lacks experience.

On Baodu Mountain, numerous evil ghost kings, including the Great Controversial Ghost King, the Scattering Calamity Ghost King, the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King, the Beast-Eating Ghost King, and the Stone-Bearing Ghost King, took out the magical artifacts left behind by the Central Ghost Emperor to obscure the long-lost light.

The eleven ghost kings of Mount Luofeng, namely the ones in charge of loss, disaster, wealth, livestock, birds, beasts, demons, birth, life, disease, and danger, directly entered the cave and activated the restrictions.

On Mount Bazhong, the heretical demon kings, such as King Qilishi, King Da Qilishi, King Qilicha, King Da Qilicha, King Anata, and King Da Anata, were always ready to flee, fearing that they would be suppressed by Buddhism.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King on the edge of the underworld immediately shut down the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm. It wasn't out of cowardice, but simply because he hadn't expected the power within Buddhism to be so exaggerated in this era. He figured it would be safer to possess a human body in the future.

Ruoxu, who was pondering the Examination Bureau in the Seventh Great Prison, looked at the glowing fragment of Ksitigarbha Pure Land in his hand and the sunlight in the distance.
"The Sixth Great Prison?"

They tore open the space of the small hell and began their journey.

He had a feeling that there might be someone he knew there.

Black Mountain, who had just escaped the Howling Hell and disappeared into the sea, was impressed by his own decisiveness. Even if Ksitigarbha hadn't come in person, there was no need for me to fight this power to the death.

"However, what do you, a monk, intend to do with so many wishes of sentient beings?"

As we all know, the power of will is a magical force with both positive and negative characteristics.

If you want to use it, you must bear the desires left behind by billions of living beings.

It can be said that, apart from the great powers of heaven and earth, everything can only be used within the scope of the rules.

Xu Xuan was very aware of this.

Therefore, it is too foolish to use the power of one's own will to enhance one's cultivation, and the scale is not large enough.

He looked down at the colossal city that stretched for five hundred miles.

Filth, depravity, curses, greed, desire, death, fear, jealousy—all the negative emotions belonging to humanity are settling down.

This place, which was originally intended as a resting place for the unjustly killed, has become an inescapable prison.

The original intention of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in establishing this city has been violated, and it has instead become a point where evil gathers.

Then the Bodhisattva lowered his brows and looked at the million vengeful ghosts, clasping his hands together in prayer.

The sound traveled through the butterflies to every corner of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night"

The Great Thunderclap Technique was used to recite passages of scripture, which were the Ksitigarbha Sutra, which had been lost for a thousand years.

The chanting of Sanskrit hymns was like heavenly music.

I will send you all to your next life!
Thirty thousand karmic ghosts chanted sutras together, and the grand Buddhist seal transformed into Sanskrit characters that scattered out from the center of a lotus flower.

It was like sweet rain poured down on the parched earth, a land of sin.

Zhang Hua and his companion remained silent on the earth altar, intently gazing at the magnificent scenery before them.

Zhu Yingtai tried to reach out and lift a piece of Sanskrit text. She was startled and saw a woman dressed in simple blue clothes stroking her head.

Compassion and gentleness settled in my heart, and my fear of the underworld was completely washed away.

If she was already like this, the other vengeful ghosts and spirits reacted even more violently.

Golden rain fell upon the bodies of the vengeful ghosts in the city, quickly washing away their resentment at their violent deaths and their hatred at being unable to be reborn.

After things calmed down, their true nature was revealed: there were scholars, generals, peddlers, men and women.

(End of this chapter)