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On the blue sea, the light bridge lit by the golden light of merit seems to be intermittently dotted, stretching to the distance where the sea meets the sky...

In the field of vision of the opened eye, the scriptures uttered by Taoist monks and Buddhist disciples turned into meridians as thin as gossamer threads, converging and condensing each other, and after the scriptures were recited once, they formed a phantom of a scripture. Fangfangzheng is laid under the golden lamp, like a golden brick.

Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures are intertwined, and the sound is played in harmony with Haibo. Originally, Buddha and Taoism should be independent and incompatible sutra bricks, but they are spontaneously placed and erected, connecting end to end, forming a layer of steps.

Its harmonious fit makes everyone faintly feel it, but it is difficult to grasp and touch it.

The wizards treated the trauma one after another, came out wrapped in gauze, crossed the deck, passed by passengers with shocked expressions, and followed their eyes to look at the sea.Isn't it just a bridge made of golden lights, worthy of being so rare and strange?

The wizards walked to the bow and patted the leader Yeoman on the shoulder. Seeing that he also had a complicated expression, they asked inexplicably, "What happened?"

Yeoman glanced at the golden bridge and at the wizards, his mouth opened again and again, not knowing what to say.

The wizards took another look at the Golden Bridge, only to notice some indistinct fluctuations before realizing something was different.

A monk from the Floating Spirit Sect came over cleverly and sold their "Purple Bamboo Eye Drops" to temporarily open the eyes of the sky.

The wizards scolded the profiteers, muttered and dripped eye drops, and the eyes were immediately stinging when the snow-like liquid touched their eyes.

"Ah! What the hell is this?!" A wizard yelled in pain, feeling that his eyeballs were cracked by freezing, he suddenly lowered his head and winked, but the eye fluid that should have overflowed stuck to the eyeballs like ice crystals. Feel them melting and thinning layer by layer.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Shit!" A series of swear words burst out from the wizards' mouths. The moment they looked up, Qi Qi stopped cursing, the foul words stuck in their throats, disappeared, and looked straight at the sea.

Daoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures cooperate with each other, following the guidance of the golden lamp, they are built into layers of steps, far away, as if they are going to spread to the sky.

The turbulent sea gradually became silent, and phantoms with fluttering wings appeared one after another in the dense scarlet vortex, like fish but not fish, like birds in flight.

It was clearly Mu Kun who lost a large number of lives.

"Wraith!" The wizard stared in shock.

One by one, the wooden kuns crowded up the steps, as if they were inspired by something, they kept jumping up one after another, passed a short section of steps, stopped at the end, and waited for the way.

Manpower is limited, although monks and monks chant scriptures non-stop, compared with the endless stream of dead spirits, the steps are built extremely slowly.More and more Mukun were crowded at the end, and some were squeezed out and fell into the sea.Like the other wraiths emerging from the vortex, they stared at the passageways crowded with wooden kuns and had nowhere to step, and croaked anxiously.

The sound of anticipation, bitterness and lamentation made the wizards' ears numb.

Yeoman's eyebrows moved, feeling something in his heart, he took a step back and sat on the ground, and said to the young wizards: "In the world, there are not only the Sanskrit language of Taoism, but also the witch language of sending spirits. Others don't understand it, but we can't let the world underestimate it." us."

The wizards peek at each other, can this work?Sitting together beside Yeoman with doubts, they began to chant in an ancient language that others could not understand at all.

This action seemed to infect the surroundings. Passengers around watched the hideous monsters screaming in pain and couldn't get rid of them. The fear and hatred in their hearts gradually receded, and they felt sorry for them for a while.They were originally from different countries and had different beliefs. At this time, they all calmed down and recited scriptures to pray for the dead.

Whether you are a religious believer, a lay person, or a non-believer who has only heard a little bit of common sense from movies, silently recite "Holy Spirit, Son, Father, Virgin Mary", "Tathagata Buddha, Avalokitesvara, Amitabha" and other self-created content. , praying...

There are silent figures standing on more than a dozen boats, but whether it is Buddhist scriptures, Daoist scriptures, witchcraft, Bibles, or ordinary people's random nonsense, they all turned into dotted lines...

The wizards took shape very quickly and turned into bricks, confirming Yeoman's conjecture.Believers intermittently, stumbled and stumbled with each other to form a thread, which slowly condensed.What ordinary people spit out is shapeless lint, which blows away with one breath.

But whether it was themselves or the rescuers who were watching, they all stared.

Shocked aphasia.

Many people are just planning to do their best, but it, is it really useful?

The monks couldn't believe what they saw.

They have done a lot of rituals, but most of them followed the rules.Since entering the era of rapid technological development, faith is weak, and even they themselves are not sure whether saving the dead can have other meanings besides comforting relatives?What's more, seeing such a grand sight...

Seeing the indifference of the old monks chanting scriptures with their eyes closed, and the young monks who were full of complaints, they were shocked that the words in their mouths could be turned into reality, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts.

The scriptures they have learned in the past are not useless words on paper?Can the gold bricks they transform be comparable to those Taoist priests with cultivation?Is there no distinction between higher and lower?

In the distance, in addition to Buddhist sutra bricks and Taoist sutra bricks, newly published voodoo scriptures will soon be added to the paving project.

There are more people and more strength, and the scriptures continue to get faster and faster, and more undead are on the way.Occasionally, the virtual bricks built by ordinary people can barely make up the first level, but the quality is not very good. It seems that the weightless dead spirit just stepped on it lightly, and then stepped on the virtual bricks, screaming and falling.

Make people smile.

"All laws come from the same source, and different routes lead to the same goal."

These people from different countries who do not understand the language prove that "morality" has no barriers like spiritual consciousness, and "truth" does not distinguish between high and low.

No matter what god you believe in, what kind of scriptures do you study?Regardless of the level of achievement, how much income?They are equally valuable.

The monks actually began to have an epiphany.

Lu Hanshuang glanced at it from a high place, snapped his fingers and sent a finger of merit, and the golden light bathed the monk's head.

Like the enlightenment, the monks became more enlightened, and the words they uttered became more solid.

Young people who can understand the changes in their hearts, shouldn't they be unaware of their previous slander and negative emotions?This made the hearts of the monks tremble.

A monk in the monastery glanced at the mother who lost her beloved son. At this time, the woman looked calm, as if she was bathed in divine light, and was silently inspired. I have to pay tribute to the influence of youth.

And ashamed.

He was acutely aware of his earlier pathetic self-deception.He will probably never be able to be admired like a young man, even if he has the same superior ability as a Buddha.

Cultivation itself is meaningless, and what gives it deep meaning is the heart of using ability. His utilitarian heart, which was originally pierced by unwillingness and jealousy and became more and more unbalanced, may welcome a few cheers for showing off his skills, but what does that have to do with circus juggling? the difference?Only a public morality with a broad mind and a compassionate heart like a young man can give full play to the value of cultivation.

The monk began to reflect on himself from his shame, and his frivolous heart gradually settled...

All voices are turned into bricks and stones to send spirits, time is like water, and the masses build it wholeheartedly to escort the dead.

Mu Kun's resentful spirits became less and less, and the scarlet blood eyes in the sky's eyes seemed to be telling something, and the blood and resentment slowly faded away, and the clarity returned.

There was a lot of discussion among the press corps following the rescue team.

"If this is also a phantom fabricated by President Lu, I really have nothing to say. Anyway, I don't believe the slander of the editors on the Internet. Whether it is Lu Hanshuang's claim of a century of catastrophe or alien invasion, I believe him."

"...The power of language, the collision of various religions, but the perfect fusion. This kind of peace and harmony that I feel from the bottom of my heart is unmistakable. It is really difficult to describe this feeling if I don't experience it personally. Looking at the spiritual bridge, I It's like my whole soul has been washed."

"Is that the legendary heavenly ladder? Send them to reincarnate? Has the saying 'you only live once' become false? It feels like science has been subverted constantly since these people were born."

"An unforgettable experience in my life. I value life and cherish life. Probably in the future, I just want to be vegetarian."

The rescue soldiers who believed in the government just watched silently, glancing at the commander's squinted eyes from time to time, with a thoughtful expression, waiting...

A soldier walked up to the commander impatiently, "Aren't we going to save people? Waiting like this, those who are sucked into the vortex will drown early."

The commander frowned and glanced at him, "Didn't you realize that all these undead belonged to those monsters?"

The soldier was stunned, and hurriedly looked at Lingqiao, opened his mouth, not daring to say anything, "...Do you mean that those people are not dead? Not one of them is dead? How could it be possible to be swallowed by the vortex and nothing will happen? "

Just at this moment, a sound came from the sky.

"Get ready to go into the water and catch people."

Who are you looking for?

On the surface of the sea full of holes, as all the resentful spirits boarded the Spirit Bridge, the vortex that swallowed people and disappeared gradually emerged, expanding little by little like an opening.

"That vortex spit out my friend!"

"my son!"

"My God! It's Dad!"

The screams of the passengers came one after another, and some soldiers who couldn't wait to jump into the sea while holding on to the railing were hurriedly stopped, stunned angrily and rubbed their eyes but couldn't react, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save people!" !"

The commander pursed his lips and issued a rescue order.The rescue medical team and the medical staff of each ship are on standby.

Not long after the vortex formed, even without Lu Hanshuang's intervention, the acupoints would be automatically opened within a day or two at most, and people would be released.Ordinary people are angry at being robbed, but after a doctor's test, the situation is only mild to moderate hypoxia, or a little bit of water is accidentally choked when being rescued, and it is not a serious problem.

One by one, the missing persons who were salvaged and their relatives and friends hugged each other and cried.The commanding officer glances at the moving images of the reunion of loved ones on board.Looking across the sea, the vortex that spits out people, like other vortexes, is gradually shrinking, and the Guan acupoint that pierced the sea surface into a sieve is slowly dissolving.

It was the same as Lu Hanshuang expected, and the inspiration came from seeing Xi Yuan's meritorious deeds, which were like unlocking the nine gates.

The wooden kuns that covered the sea surface like cobblestones sank one by one to the bottom of the sea, no longer confronting the soldiers.

The signal is restored, and the area shielding is lifted.A large number of monks arrived and joined the construction project, and the scripture ladder carrying the undead was continuously spread and extended to the horizon.

"When will this take?" a reporter wondered.

The virtuous golden lamps guiding the way suddenly moved, and gradually converged at the end of the ladder, where the water and the sky meet, the lamps touched, and the flames collided and expanded in a circle.As more and more golden lamps are fused, the meritorious golden awn grows bigger and bigger, vaguely taking shape.

It coincides with a round of sun half exposed, and the sun rises in the east.

The sea is shimmering, and at the end of the Lingqiao in the distance, countless dead spirits waiting for their destination are looking up. A huge golden figure is located at the end of the sea and sky, with the halo of sunrise above his head, as if a god and Buddha are alive.

The hugging crowd, the rescue soldiers, and the commenting reporters all fell silent for a moment, staring blankly.

Xiao Yan didn't know when to turn on the live broadcast camera, and took pictures of this miraculous scene.In the picture, the face of the golden statue gradually became clear, and the eyes, ears, mouth and nose were exactly the same as that of Lu Hanshuang. Netizens who watched the live broadcast were also shocked.The camera pans to the person sitting on the giant wooden Kun.

The young man also stopped the sutra sound and frowned slightly.

Lu Hanshuang didn't expect that Tiandao would use him as a sample form when he appeared in the world for the first time.With a thought, the golden statue opened its eyes, looking straight at Lu Hanshuang, and a spiritual thought passed into Lu Hanshuang's ears.

He was slightly taken aback, Tiandao actually asked him for a favor at this time - the favor he owed to solve Xiao Yan's half-step foundation establishment at that time.