I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 137: The Southern Wilderness Scene Reappears, and the Buddhist Gate Opens Again
During the days of "serving the emperor in the bedchamber" in the Daming Palace, Jin Chan had carefully examined the golden phoenix seal left by Yan in the hall.

According to Tang Qianyan, this thing was stolen from Wolong Temple that day and he made some slight modifications to it.

But Jin Chan would not believe such nonsense at all.

What's more, those forgeries had already been crushed by the Jinwu Guards.

Moreover, if Tang Qianyan had not informed them in advance, not only Jin Chan, but even Li Yingtai and the old Tang King Li Yunze would not be able to tell the authenticity of this Golden Phoenix Seal.

Not only can it mobilize the country's destiny, but it also does not need to be nourished by the physical body as before.

Although each of the seven Central Plains countries had its own jade seal, their origins were not recorded in history books.

However, what is certain is that the material of the jade seal is absolutely unique and cannot be imitated.

It is precisely because of this that the already mysterious swallow in front of the hall becomes even more hazy.

Drive your horse faster and whip it.

With only a ray of moonlight from the sky and the dark blue horse under his crotch, Jin Chan was able to gallop along the forest path.

Just over half an hour later, Xuanma jumped out of the dense grass and came to a vast plain.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, covering the entire plain with a layer of light silver gauze.

The mountains in the distance and the grasslands nearby all show faint outlines under the hazy moonlight, like an ink painting.

And not far away.

The huge crowd formed five neat rows and walked slowly forward.

They were wearing uniform white clothes and walked in a slow but uniform pace.

Jin Chan rode on his horse and soon caught up with the group of people.

The shadows of these people were stretched out very long, and everyone's face was as pale as if they were covered with powder, with empty eyes and lifeless, and they were mumbling scriptures that Jin Chan had never heard of before.

Standing at the front and leading the group was a woman wearing a Guanyin cape, holding a portrait of a golden cicada in her hand, and leading the team towards Hangu Pass.

But what is strange is that even if the person in the portrait, Jin Chan, stood in front of her, he could not stop the woman from moving forward.

As if they hadn't seen anything, the long group of people passed through Jinchan one by one, continued to look straight ahead, and walked forward while reciting scriptures.

“Is this a curse?”

Jin Chan, who was squeezed out of the team, frowned and whispered to himself.

This exaggerated method of operating tens of thousands of people at one time made Jin Chan feel vaguely that it seemed somewhat inconsistent with Tang Qianyan's character.

Drawing out the fish belly from his waist, Jin Chan stood on the side of the team, blocking the sword in the path of these people passing.

Trying to use the sharp blade to drive back the crowd behind.

But something unexpected happened.

Even if they were faced with the sharp belly of a fish, or a sword blade piercing their nose and exiting from behind their ears, these people would not change their path and would just face the attack head on.

"Are we really going to offer sacrifices to the heavens in front of Hangu Pass to stop the two countries from attacking Qin?"

Jin Chan put the fish belly back on his waist, looked towards the crowd, then mounted his horse and came to the front of the team again.

"Stop."

Jin Chan shouted at the leading woman.

But the woman remained expressionless and continued walking on her way and reciting her scriptures.

Seeing this situation, Jin Chan reached out and grabbed the woman's neck, then pushed her to the ground and raised his right foot to step on her chest.

Ignoring the helpless struggle of the woman at his feet, Jin Chan picked up the portrait on the ground and tore it to pieces.

I don’t know if it was because the leader was trapped or the portrait was torn into pieces.

The long team suddenly stopped, and they all sat cross-legged on the ground facing Jin Chan, and put their hands together.

He recited the mantra of the Pure Land Sutra, which his past incarnation had recited when he was in the southern wilderness.

"The past was all painful and difficult, the present is all painful and difficult, the future is all painful and difficult, all dharmas are in emptiness, the original creation is all bliss, eliminate suffering and pain when you die, the shortcut to bliss in the next life, enter the extreme, enter bliss, enter the extreme, enter bliss"

The familiar sound of Sanskrit struck the soul directly. The voices of tens of thousands of people gathered into a torrent, deep and powerful, echoing in the night sky of the plain.

But there was no solemnity and dignity in Buddhism on everyone's face. Instead, the corners of their mouths were raised in an exaggerated arc, revealing an extremely morbid and twisted smile.

They looked up at the sky, their eyes excited yet dull, and even a trace of crystal clear saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jin Chan was very familiar with this situation.

On that day in Gongzi Town, the past incarnation of Master Pudu used this kind of mantra and almost made himself fall into hallucination.

But this time, these mantras seemed to have no effect on him.

And immediately after.

After the chanting of the Pure Land Sutra and the mantra ended, the faces of the people in front of them suddenly turned into pig heads with hooked fangs, as if they had been gnawed thousands of times.

These pig heads also have a long black snake in their mouths.

Overhead, tens of thousands of gray pigeons were circling and chirping in the air.

"In the Western Paradise, the five desires are fulfilled, and one enjoys the pleasures of wealth, sex, fame, food, and sleep."

“Is this the Three Defilements Bodhisattva?”

Jin Chan's eyebrows were twisted into a ball, forming the Chinese character "川" (Chuan) on his forehead.

The scenes that happened in the Southern Wilderness appeared again!
Was it the work of Tang Qianyan, or was it the resurrection of Master Pudu?
The Golden Cicada is still unknown.

He took out the fish belly and held it in his hand, then placed Qingtan on the ground, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Although so far, neither the sutras and mantras nor the group of Three-Defilement Bodhisattvas in front of him have caused any harm to Jin Chan.

But all this is really too weird.

After the Three Sins Bodhisattvas finished chanting.

It was the collective appearance of the Eighteen Arhats, groups of them that looked like the monsters seen in Joyful City that day. They sat cross-legged on the ground with their hands clasped together, mumbling different scriptures.

The woman under Jin Chan's feet also turned into a pool of flesh paste and transformed back into the current appearance of Master Pu Du.

But her expression was still dull and her eyes were cloudy and lifeless.

Although it looks similar, it is just a skeleton and skin without a soul.

"Open the Buddhist gate!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices so loud that they reached the sky.

Even the only source of light in the sky was covered by dark clouds.

But it’s different from when I was in Xiaoxitian.

This time, it was much simpler.

I saw these people in front of me, who needed to use flesh, skin and bones to build a road to heaven, and then use the sea of ​​blood, believers, six consciousnesses, five aggregates, four absolutes, three studies, good and evil, and conscience to build three incense sticks that reach the sky.

This time, it was much simpler.

I saw tens of thousands of people in front of me just bit off the middle finger and thumb of their right hand.

Then they cut off part of the eyes, nose, tongue and ears and piled them together.

"Namo, Namo, Namo."

Everyone started to recite.

As the Buddhist chanting sounded, a flickering golden halo slowly emerged on the pile of flesh made of the remaining limbs.

In the aperture, a vermilion circular door inlaid with gold and jade appeared.

The appearance of this red gate is exactly the same as the Buddhist door that Jin Chan pushed open at the end of the heavenly road that day.

But this one is much smaller, just like the gate of a normal temple.

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