A monk who couldn't stop being angry and couldn't subdue his wild thoughts and desires came to a village in order to save himself.
From afar, it was clearly late at night, but the whole village was brightly lit and smoke was rising from the chimneys.
Wuming held the Zen stick and walked forward step by step. The sound of jingling could be heard, and each step was several meters.
He found that there were many evil spirits wandering around the village, but they did not dare to enter the village.
Looking at the bright fire in the village, Wuming looked thoughtful.
Fire is a yang object, so it is normal for it to restrain yin spirits.
Those ghosts who were afraid of the fire in the village and dared not go there, saw Wuming and rushed towards him frantically.
Wuming's eyelids did not move, and the energy and blood in his body instantly burst out, and then instantly converged, and all the evil spirits disappeared.
"Amitabha, killing one person can save ten thousand people. In Mahayana Buddhism, one person is equivalent to ten thousand people. Killing one person to save ten thousand people is not the same as killing one person to save ten thousand people. But I can say to you, killing one person to save ten thousand people, giving up one person to save ten thousand people is enough!"
His mind was clear and he had no other thoughts than to burn out the evil spirits with his blood and energy.
For Wuming, killing the evil spirits and saving the people of a village is worth it.
He did not have the courage, perseverance, or enlightenment to save millions of people in the entire world.
The Hinayana Buddhism cultivates oneself, which is the same as the Tao!
While cultivating and saving yourself, saving others to the best of your ability is already your limit.
"Practice what you preach, and convert ten or twenty people. That's enough!"
"Always accompanying the ancient Buddha with the green lamp, caring about the people of the world, I don't know what this means, what is it?"
The young monk smiled and shook his head. Instead of walking into the brightly lit village, he continued forward.
However, after the young monk left, the village did not encounter any attacks from evil spirits for several days.
For Wuming, he only released a little bit of energy and blood, but for the nearby villages, the surrounding evil spirits were cleared out, and being able to sleep peacefully for a few days was already a rare and precious thing.
"Brother, all the nearby ghosts have disappeared!"
Outside a small town, several young Taoists gathered together.
"It seems someone has taken action before us."
A Taoist priest about thirty years old, with his hair tied up in a crescent crown, a magic sword on his back, and a slight smile on his face.
"That's a good thing, it shows we're not the only ones taking action."
Seeing the disappointed looks on his fellow disciples' faces, the Taoist offered words of comfort.
"The world is full of evil spirits and people are suffering. How many people can we save? Now that others are joining us, we can hide more people. Let's go somewhere else.
The 15th of July is approaching, and the Sect Master has a premonition that something major is about to happen. We need to eliminate as many evil spirits as possible from these villages and towns before the 15th of July."
Cities are protected by city walls and have a large population, so the Yang Fire is strong. As long as formations are engraved on the city walls, they are relatively easy to defend. However, villages and towns are scattered and closer to the wild. Places with mountains and forests around them are more dangerous.
How large an area can they protect if the seven mountains and five paths work together?
So the three of them could only clear out the nearby evil spirits and then move on to other places to minimize casualties.
"Senior Brother Zhuang Yu from Zixiao Temple died a martyr last night."
A young Taoist spoke in a low voice.
"Last night they were besieged by a large number of ghosts, among whom was an evil spirit. Senior Brother Zhuang covered the retreat for the other brothers in Zixiao Temple and died a martyr."
"Blessings are immeasurable!"
Upon hearing this, the other Taoists all saluted with solemn expressions and pinched the Ziwu card with their hands.
"To cultivate the Dao is to obey the will of Heaven. However, when evil spirits from outer space descend, we Daoists step forward and act in accordance with the will of Heaven."
The leading Taoist looked around.
"I am Li Qingshan. I have been cultivating in the Xuanlei Temple on Tianxing Mountain for twenty-three years. My Taoist name is Ceyu. I have been diligently practicing thunder magic for over twenty years. Now that I see so many evil spirits emerging in the world, how can I sit idly by? If anyone is afraid, please return to the temple and I will explain the situation to the abbot!"
He looked around.
The other Taoists around looked at it, no one flinched or retreated, everyone was in high spirits.
Seeing this, Ce Yu nodded. If people's hearts were divided at this time, then this battle would be really difficult to fight.
Their fellow disciples from the seven mountains and five paths formed teams to eradicate evil spirits in various places and reduce the pressure on July 15th. The casualties were actually much greater than imagined.
How long does it take to train a Taoist priest and make him successful?
Not everyone can overcome the hurdle of calming down and settling down.
Then one must gather Qi, build the foundation for a hundred days, and then successfully refine the spirit. Only by cultivating step by step can one be considered a talent, and it takes a long time.
Therefore, if one is lost at this time, it is difficult to replenish it quickly.
This is exactly what worries all the Taoist sects.
The strength of the Yin spirits is increasing rapidly, but their power is decreasing.
At this time, the disciples from various Taoist sects who came down from the mountains were all fighting monsters in various places. The Seven Mountains and Five Paths only had one leader in their own headquarters, and they were the ones guarding the entire mountain range.
The purpose of bearing such tremendous pressure is to withstand the first round of large-scale attacks from evil spirits.
Otherwise, as more people die, not only will the strength of the evil spirits increase, but more people will die and turn into evil spirits and join them. In this way, the situation will become even more serious.
After strengthening the confidence of a group of fellow disciples, Ce Yu took them to other places.
Once the problem here is solved, they can then go to other places and solve more villages and towns.
Although they also know that in those deep mountains and old forests where there is no sunlight and the energy is thick with yin, there are more evil spirits and they are more powerful.
But at this time they had neither the time nor the power to solve it.
Because they now need to ensure the safety of villages and towns first.
Only by getting rid of the evil spirits surrounding the villages and towns can they concentrate on dealing with the catastrophe on July 15th.
Wuming on the other side didn't know all this. He walked to a forest and looked at the lush trees. Not far in front of him was a charming woman.
At this time, the woman looked at the handsome monk. She was only wearing a thin gauze dress and couldn't help but look at him shyly.
"Amitabha, may I ask for a favor, benefactor?"
A nameless Zen staff is placed on the ground, and one hand is doing the Zen.
"Little monk, how can I help you?"
The woman smiled coquettishly.
The night is alluring, but the moon in the sky seems not as charming as the woman.
"I am still one step away from becoming an immortal. Could you please help me with my cultivation, lady donor?"
Wuming looked sincere and spoke in a serious tone.
"Bald donkey, you're kidding me!"
Anger appeared on the woman's charming face.
"Animals are animals. They don't understand human language."
Wuming shook his head and the smile on his face faded.
"I am about to become an immortal, and I would like to borrow your inner elixir. When I become a Buddha one day, today's cause will bear fruit tomorrow, and I will repay you a thousand-fold. I hope you will be generous and willing to help me."
When saying these words, Wuming's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter.
But the woman opposite found it incredible.
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