But at this time, who will pay attention to the lord of the new city, whose fate has been decided by the ferryman.

Before, the reason why Shizu let it say so much was to respect the ferryman's opinion and stay? Or don't leave it?

But the first time Shi Zu looked at the ferryman, he avoided Shi Zu's gaze, obviously did not make a decision, and Shi Zu let it continue, probably considering whether to leave it as a translation.

Thinking about it this way, Shizu is actually really a very peculiar person, he will not decide whether anything should exist or not in the name of righteousness, but what he values and respects more is the fetters of some feelings in the world, isn't this something that we cultivators should let go?

But I also have a faint understanding, if the ferryman can't let go, it's not interesting to let him go, this respect of the ancestor just left him an opportunity to let go of himself, which is much better than the ancestor to force him to let go.

It seems that even at the last moment of life, this red dust refining heart has never stopped.

While I was pondering, Master Hongnin's soul had disappeared into Jueyuan's body, and Jueyuan let go of his body to accept Master Hongnin, which was actually no different from the ghost upper body, but only in this state could it be more convenient to inherit it.

After all, as a senior monk, it is relatively easy for Master Hongren to leave something in Jueyuan's soul.

Time passed minute by minute, and over there, Xiao Chengqian had already completed the spell, and there was a slight fluctuation on the side of the big array, and a golden light turned into a sword-like appearance and rushed towards the suppressed new city lord.

At this moment, the expression of the city lord of the new city has turned a dead gray, and the numb eyes show that it has despaired, at this moment, it almost subconsciously looks at the ferryman, but the ferryman looks into the distance, clearly does not want to look at it again.

The sword fell, and the city lord of the new city let out a miserable howl, but this kind of power was not enough to destroy it, Xiao Chengqian continued to control the spell, and over there, Jueyuan had already completed the inheritance, and the figure of Master Hongren appeared again.

It's incredibly fast, but the soul is the biggest mystery of mankind, and who can fully decipher the mystery? In reality, human communication through words, may not be able to teach a spell in an hour, but the soul can already complete a large amount of information transmission through more advanced methods, perhaps in just a second.

After coming out, Master Hongren obviously looked abnormally old, and the divine aura on his body had disappeared, he whispered to Jueyuan, who was full of golden light on his body: "I have passed it on to you as soon as I accumulate, so you can do it?" ”

Jue Yuan performed a Buddha ceremony, his eyes were full of gratitude and moved, he did not move, but said to Master Hongren: "Master, the most precious thing you have given me is not the accumulation of mental power and soul power, but your understanding of the Dharma, as well as the heart and virtue of the magic. I will be a disciple and watch you through this last step. ”

Master Hongren smiled a little weakly, and did not answer, but sat down cross-legged, so there was no difference from the sitting posture of the monk when he passed away, I felt in my heart, inexplicable sadness, Master Hongren was afraid

The second golden sword was slashed down, and the suppressed Xincheng City Lord let out a painful howl again, but compared to its uncalmness, Master Hongnin's face was peaceful and calm.

In the quiet cross-legged sitting, Master Hongren's figure became lighter and lighter, he had been tortured by the city lord of the new city for so many years, his soul was already full of holes and scars, if it weren't for the strong support of a thought, he would have already lost his soul.

I looked at the pure blue dots of light flying around Master Hongren, and said to Master Ancestor with some sadness: "Master, why is a monk like Master Hongren so soulless?" ”

Yes, this form is exactly the same as the situation of the soul flying, I have seen it several times! The difference is that Master Hongren's soul is so pure, so there is such a blue color, which is exactly the same as the soul power sealed in the agarwood beads by the ancestor.

Faced with my question, the master said: "The way of heaven is fair, and Hongren is not a soul scattered. ”

No? I saw that Master Hongren's figure could no longer be maintained, and there were more and more blue light spots flying around, and several girls and Jueyuan were already in tears, and the ancestor actually said no?

The third and fourth swords were cut down, and the miserable howl of the city lord of the new city continued, but at this moment no one had the heart to pay attention to it, we were all saying goodbye to Master Hongnin, although we didn't get along with him for a long time, but some people, even if you only get along with him for a minute, you will respect him from the bottom of your heart, and this respect will make you have a good feeling for him from the bottom of your heart, and you will be reluctant to let him go.

In this way, my teary eyes gradually blurred, watching Master Hongnin finally turn into countless points of light, in this world, he can no longer be found in the place where he died, all that is left is those blue points of light that keep flying.

"That's good." The ferryman has always maintained an astonishing calmness, and after Master Hongren turned into a point of light, he inexplicably said something really good.

What is so good exactly? There were strong doubts in my heart, but at this time, in the world where Master Hongren was acting, the sound of Sanskrit singing suddenly sounded, and the five-colored Buddha light suddenly appeared, enveloping that point of light

"Zhengguo!" Shi Zu's tone was still light, but he could hear a trace of emotion.

Is it a positive result? Did Master Hongren finally get the right result? I stared intently at the place where the five-colored Buddha light lit up, and at this time, with the fall of the fifth golden sword, the figure of the new city lord also began to become void, but its unwilling gaze also fell on the five-colored Buddha light.

In the five-color Buddha light, those blue light points kept rising, and in the process of rising, they continued to gather, and finally, when the height was already when we couldn't see it clearly when we looked up, in this five-color Buddha light, I finally saw a figure.

Is it Master Hongnin? It's far away, and I can't see the face of the figure clearly, but I firmly believe that it is Master Hongnin! And I can clearly see that he is facing downward, in the direction of my ancestor, and deeply gives a Buddhist ceremony, and my ancestor also gives a Taoist gift.

Then, his gaze fell on the ferryman's body for a second, and then he looked up, and the figure gradually blurred, disappearing into the depths of the sky, the end of the Buddha's light

The Sanskrit chanting still did not stop, and with the last miserable howl of the new city lord, the new city lord was finally killed under the golden sword.

This kind of strong contrast, complicated feelings, let me not calm down for a long time, I am happy that Master Hongren can finally be righteous, but also sigh that the city lord of Xincheng is ambitious, and finally ended up like this, when he disappeared, there was not even the flying of soul fragments.

It was a more tragic disappearance than a disillusionment.

The ferryman had been showing amazing calmness, and at this time he stared at the Buddha light, and finally swallowed and shouted softly: "Brother! ”

Then he regained his calm, and the ancestor looked at the Buddha light that began to dissipate and said: "Hongren may not expect to achieve positive results in the end, but in the eyes of my Taoist family, the avenue is three thousand, and he can be regarded as taking the path of Buddhism to the extreme, and a heart has been tempered to the extreme in the small hell, and he deserves the right result." ”

Shizu's words were loud, in exchange for a thank you from the ferryman.

At this time, Jueyuan, who still had tears in his eyes, held the Buddha beads in his hand, took a few steps forward, and sat next to the place where Master Hongren died, and suddenly began to recite the transcendent scriptures.

The scenery in front of you is still spectacular, but with the transcendence of Jueyuan, an even more spectacular scene appears.

First of all, the Buddha light behind Jueyuan was loud, and his excessive mental power was actually presented with visible golden energy, and then we saw the golden energy floating towards the big island, and then dispersed

With it as a guide, all parts of the entire Ten Thousand Ghost Lake Great Array floated up with golden energy, surging towards that big island quickly.

And the biggest golden energy came from that ancient boundary monument, it suddenly became golden and prosperous, and then a cloud of golden energy floated out, and it also quickly surged towards that big island.

In the end, the five-colored Buddha light that was originally about to dissipate was also re-condensed, and a Buddha light suddenly went towards the big island.

The ancestor's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly spoke: "It seems that how can the world be counted? I didn't expect that the Buddha light could be left in the Great Array of Heaven and Earth! It seems that this place has been created like this, and no one needs to worry about it anymore. ”

"Master, what do you mean?" I was immersed in this magnificent scene, but I also heard the words of my ancestor, and I couldn't help but ask.

The master pondered for a long time, but after all, he didn't answer me, but said, "I'll talk about it later." ”

And at this time, with the influx of golden light, what sounded between this heaven and earth was no longer Jueyuan's lonely chanting voice, as if there were thousands of voices but reciting scriptures together with Jueyuan.

A ghost floated up, walking towards the golden path between the boundary monument and the big island, followed by more and more ghosts

Everything in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts, at this moment, has finally been drawn to a sentence, I looked at the ancestor, but my heart began to feel inexplicably uneasy.