I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 66: Resentment Turns into Evil

Chu Renmei had a good impression of this young man who always thought of herself. She said: "Many of the villagers who escaped from Huangshan Village wanted to return to their hometown, but there are ghosts wandering in Huangshan Village, and it is still gloomy even when there is sunshine.

They mistakenly thought that I was still holding grudges against them, so they often invited Taoist priests or monks to perform rituals to help me attain salvation. I even learned the monks’ sutras about the dead..."

When Chen Qingyuan heard this, he thought Chu Renmei was too powerful, but he just didn't believe in evil, and said, "This is perfect. I have always been a good learner. You can teach me the Sutra of Rebirth, and then I will try to help the villagers of Huangshan Village or you to rest in peace..."

Chu Renmei has been idle for so many years. Since Chen Qingyuan wants to learn, then she will teach him. She will recite the monk's mantra for rebirth several times on the spot and then teach him how to make the hand seals.

Chen Qingyuan did not disappoint her and quickly memorized the scriptures.

He said, "Let's go to the village and try. Your resentment is too strong to be relieved, but maybe the villagers will feel better."

Chu Renmei had no suspicion of any conspiracy. She was the one who taught the Amitabha Sutra herself. Why would she be afraid that Chen Qingyuan had any bad intentions? People who like Cantonese opera are all passionate people.

They went down the mountain and entered Huangshan Village.

The entrance of the ancestral hall.

There were ghosts wandering in the distance. When Chen Qingyuan and Chu Renmei appeared, the ghosts were so scared that they shrank back into the ancestral hall. There were faint sobbing sounds, and some even begged Chu Renmei not to kill them...

Chu Renmei has become accustomed to these ghosts being afraid of her.

But she didn't know that this time, the ghosts were afraid of one more person, Chen Qingyuan, who broke into the ancestral hall and killed ghosts during the day.

Chen Qingyuan pushed it away with both hands. The densely packed spirit tablets kept shaking. He wondered, "Are these all ghosts?"

Chu Renmei waved her sleeves in front of his eyes and said, "Now you can see..."

Sure enough, Chen Qingyuan saw dozens of ghosts crowded in the ancestral hall and said in surprise: "There really are some. Then I will try the mantra for rebirth you taught me..."

Chu Renmei stood aside, acting as a barrier to block the ghosts in the ancestral hall, and said, "Take your time. They won't hurt you."

The ghosts are incompletely conscious. If they could understand what Chu Renmei said, they would probably jump up and refute. They should be afraid that Chen Qingyuan would hurt them!

A space was cleared on the messy ground and the collapsed door panel was placed on it.

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on it, with his hands crossed, his left hand placed on top of his right hand with his index finger slightly bent, making the Buddhist Amitabha mudra, and said loudly: "Namo Amitabha, Dothagadoya, Dodiyata, Amritaputta, Amrita, Siddhamapta, Amrita, Vikalandi, Amrita, Vikalandi, Gaminikagana, Vitakali, Svaha..."

The Sutra of Rebirth is also known as the Dharani Sutra for Removing All Karmic Obstacles and Attaining Rebirth in the Pure Land. It is not long, with only fifty-nine words. According to Chu Renmei's explanation, its main meaning is to resolve all karmic obstacles of the deceased so that they can be reborn in the Pure Land.

again.

twice.

three times.

There was no response at the scene.

But inside Chen Qingyuan’s teardrop mole, the Guandao and the demon-subduing pestle were trembling slightly and emitting a golden glow.

The teardrop mole became clearer from its original blurry state, and even the right eye above it was tinged with a hint of light.

Chu Renmei was a little surprised. The monks had chanted the mantra for rebirth all night but it had no effect. Why did it sound magical in his mouth and even make his pupils glow?

Is it...

There really is magic in this world.

There really are gods, Buddhas, and reincarnation in the underworld, but... why can't he and the villagers do that?

Mantra of Rebirth.

four times.

Five times.

Six times.

Seven times.

Chen Qingyuan was touched and changed his hand seal to put his hands together. He recited loudly for the eighth time. With him as the center, a warm breeze spread out in all directions...

Chu Renmei found that her blue gown had some burn marks on it, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. The warm wind blew towards the spirit tablet in the ancestral hall.

The ghosts began to get restless, they staggered... their bodies began to become illusory, and a black gas separated them and floated away, while the ghosts fell to the ground and disappeared.

Is this salvation?

It doesn’t look like what I imagined…

Chu Renmei's long-accumulated resentment turned into black air and spread out from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose bit by bit. A large amount of black air spread out from the ancestral hall...

Chen Qingyuan felt dry mouth and tongue, he had recited the Sutra of Rebirth for the tenth time.

He felt that every note of the Rebirth Mantra was tearing at his spirit, as if he was being forced to donate semen...

Chu Renmei's body also became illusory. She had no idea where she should go from the Republic of China to now, but now, she inexplicably knew how to reincarnate...

She looked at Chen Qingyuan: "What's your name?"

Chen Qingyuan knew that his mission was about to be completed, and he didn't have to duel alone. He was in a good mood and said, "Chen Qingyuan."

Chu Renmei nodded: "What a good name... I'm leaving now. It seems there really is a road to the underworld..."

At this moment, the only door standing in the ancestral hall collapsed with a clang, and the black air that had been spreading out rushed in like the backflow of seawater, running around everywhere, and finally entered Chu Renmei's body...

Chen Qingyuan was totally confused.

He hurriedly shouted: "Chu Renmei, quickly get away from those black air!"

But it was too slow. Chu Renmei's translucent body became solid again. The blue gown she was wearing was now dark blue. Her shoulders moved stiffly up and down, making a crackling sound. Her head tilted, and most of the hair covering her face tilted to the side, revealing a face as pale as white mud. Her eyes were white, and her lips were purple and black, as if she was poisoned. Sticky black liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth bit by bit...

She let out a zombie-like groan from her throat: "Ge..."

Chen Qingyuan sat on the door panel, keeping his hands clasped together, feeling complicated: "Look what's going on..."

Late in the evening, they sang for you, performed for you, and everyone was happy. But when it was your turn to perform, they suddenly turned hostile and refused to acknowledge you...

There were cracks on Chu Renmei's face, and maggots fell out and staggered towards her.

Chen Qingyuan sighed, stood up, put his right hand on the teardrop mole, and with a thought, he slowly pulled out the demon-subduing pestle, looked at Chu Renmei and said, "Senior Chu Renmei... don't do this!"

His voice made Chu Renmei stop.

She seemed to be in great pain, and kept twisting her shoulders, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard.

The demon-subduing pestle flashed with cold light and pierced into Chu Renmei's neck, which had been twisting and turning. Chen Qingyuan said in a deep voice: "Om dare du dare du dare saha!"

The sound of sizzling grilled meat could be heard.

Black smoke came out from the demon-subduing pestle...

When Chen Qingyuan called out, he knew that Chu Renmei had temporarily lost consciousness for some reason, so he could only make a decisive choice!

The demon-subduing pestle was pulled out, with sticky liquid on the tip. He wanted to find another place to insert it again, but he felt invisible resistance from the demon-subduing pestle, as if there was an invisible wall in front.

boom!
The demon-subduing pestle was bounced away, flew out of his hand, and spun around, embedding itself deeply into the floor tiles of the old bridge outside the ancestral hall.

Chen Qingyuan's wrist ached, and he rolled on the ground, stood up, and ran out of the ancestral hall. He didn't understand what was going on, so he could only escape first.

Standing outside the ancestral hall.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Now I seem to understand a little bit of the reason.

Huangshan Village is surrounded by mountains, and the only way to enter the village is a winding path. I just used the Rebirth Mantra to drive out the resentment from the ghosts. After leaving the ancestral hall, the resentment went in all directions, but hit the surrounding mountains and flowed back again. After entering the ancestral hall, the ghosts were relatively weak and had disappeared. Their resentment had nowhere to go, so it could only enter Chu Renmei's body...

Feng Shui Bureau?

Even though Chen Qingyuan knew nothing, he could still see it.

(End of this chapter)