Chapter 528: The Dead Ceremony, Closing One Eye
Those who like to stir up trouble and are willing to cause trouble are naturally talented, and they are talents that should be reused.
In the Water Department General Shan, the Great Immortal Jin Ting saw hope for Shangfang Mountain!
Unfortunately, the Immortal Jin Ting refused to listen or fall for his tricks. Instead, he praised Di Jia highly, saying, "There's really no need to clash with Guangjiao Temple. They're here to hold a ceremony for the deceased at the request of the county magistrate. Their death at our hands is nothing."
"We brought three thousand fierce gods with us when we came here. That's not a small number, and training them is even more troublesome. If more are lost, where will we recruit soldiers in the future? If you don't understand the sword, there's no need to use it. For the next few days, we'll tell them to restrain themselves and not go out and cause trouble."
Dijia felt at ease and said, "As you command."
The Water Department General's face flushed red. He looked at the Immortal Jin Ting and said through gritted teeth, "Since the commander has made the decision, then of course the commander has the final say."
The water general was so angry that he trembled and remained silent for a whole day.
A man as smart as Dijia would know what he was thinking, but since they were not close friends, he would not rashly remind the general of the Water Department that Commander Jin Ting was his immediate superior and he should not be offended.
If the Water General doesn't appreciate it, wouldn't that make him seem even more meddling?
Looking at the Water General, Dijia couldn't help but show a trace of pity in his eyes. However, the Great Immortal Jinting was very tolerant and didn't bother with the Water General, letting him shrug.
The Immortal Jin Ting was afraid that there were not enough people like the Water General, so why would he bother with him?
The ceremony for the salvation of the dead in Xuanzhou City was very grand. Almost all the people from Guangjiao Temple came out and borrowed the Guanyin Temple in the city as a venue. The two temples jointly held the ceremony for the salvation of the dead.
Burning incense, bathing, fasting, chanting scriptures, repenting, giving food, praying, and enlightenment, the whole city chanted scriptures for seven consecutive days.
The fragrant clouds are like a canopy, misty and endless.
Those evil spirits and ghosts fled early, and those who remained in Xuanzhou City were either extremely powerful and fearless, or ignorant and brought their own deaths upon themselves.
The Dharma Assembly enshrines the sacred Buddhas of the ten directions and produces various strange phenomena that are difficult to see with the naked eye but can be perceived spiritually.
The resentment from the mass graves outside the city, the evil spirits from the dead, and the hostility from the ghosts lingering in the human world were all dissipated during the ceremony.
The Immortal Jin Ting was staying in Wutong Temple with several rampant gods from the Water and Earth departments, and did not go out to cause trouble.
The incense and burning candles can't harm their ghostly bodies.
General Shuibu's face was solemn. He never expected that the monks of Guangjiao Temple had real skills.
Even if three thousand rampant gods gathered together, they would not be able to escape such a situation. However, if they waited until the ceremony was over and attacked them on their way back to Guangjiao Temple, they would only have to pay a small price to gain great merit.
It’s a pity that the Great Immortal Jin Ting disagreed.
If it weren't for the military token, the water general would have wanted to lead his troops to ambush Guangjiao Temple himself.
After seven days, the Dharma Assembly ended. Some monks returned to Guangjiao Temple first, and the remaining abbot spoke with the county magistrate.
The prefect then consulted the abbot of Guangjiao Temple, saying, "I've recently heard a rumor that a Wutong Temple has been built in the city, enshrining the Wutong God. It's very effective and quite revered by the people. However, since it's not an official temple, I'm uneasy."
The abbot of Guangjiao Temple confirmed, "Wutong Shen?"
The county magistrate nodded.
The host slowly shook his head and said, "I've never heard of the name of the Five-Directions God. Does the prefect want me to go and see him?"
The county magistrate said, "That's right. If it's an evil sacrifice that harms people, we need to ask the old Zen master to exorcise the demon."
The host laughed and said, "That's right. I'll go check it out."
The old Zen master brought two disciples to Wutong Temple and found the temple in the market.
This temple is far less magnificent than the Wutongshen Temple in Gusu. It only has one courtyard and was converted from a residential house.
But the small courtyard is fully equipped with all the necessary facilities, just like a proper temple.
The old Zen master stood in front of Wutong Temple, feeling somewhat hesitant, as there were many believers coming in and out of the temple.
Before he entered, a young man walked out of Wutong Temple and headed straight towards him.
It was clearly broad daylight, but the old Zen master only felt that a bright moon was falling from the sky. His mind immediately became distorted, the day turned into night, and a huge ghost formed by flowing water stood in front of him.
The old Zen master's brows trembled violently, and he shouted, "Who is causing trouble in front of me?"
The ghost's voice was like thunder, saying, "Old Zen Master, I am honored to meet you. I am the commander of the water department under the Five-Power Divine Throne. I have been commanded by the gods to build a temple here to protect this area. I beg for your leniency, old Zen Master."
The old Zen master said, "Can ghosts and gods of other religions also do such good deeds?"
He was surrounded by Zen light, and golden mantras appeared around him. His robes shook, and the eight treasures glowed, rushing towards the ghost.
A crystal rainbow light flew out from the ghost's hand and blocked the old Zen master's Zen light.
The old Zen master saw a treasure wheel with rippling water, wind and rain turning into dragons, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky rising in the hands of the ghost. The treasure wheel emitted crystal rainbows and was not afraid of the Zen light of the old Zen master at all. Instead, the Zen light was defeated.
The ghost took a step forward, and the old Zen master's body trembled.
The ghost was pressing forward step by step, and when it stood in front of the old Zen master, the old Zen master was already shaking all over like a sieve, and his face was as white as paper.
The Zen light, jade crystal and rainbow echoed with each other, so dazzling that people could not open their eyes.
The old Zen master knew that he was no match for his opponent and couldn't even escape from this illusion. He had already made up his mind to die. He lowered his eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and a bright light shone all over his body.
However, the crystal rainbow across from him gradually dimmed. The ghost god, holding a treasure wheel in his hand, said, "Old Zen Master, I mean no harm. The Wutong Temple only accepts incense and offerings, not blood sacrifices. My lord, the Wutong God, is a fourth-grade deity with 100,000 generals under his command. He has a compassionate heart and helps the world."
"Old Zen Master, please turn a blind eye. Only in this way can we maintain peace and tranquility and keep Guangjiao Temple safe."
The darkness disappeared before his eyes, and the old Zen master stood in front of the Wutong Temple, but there was no shadow of the young man in front of him. Everything seemed like a dream.
His two disciples supported him on both sides and asked, "Master, why do you look so grim?"
The old Zen master then realized that he was already sweating coldly. That face-to-face confrontation was all about attack and defense at the spiritual level. If the ghost or god had not intentionally held back, he would have died under the treasure wheel.
The old Zen master's spirit seemed to be drained away in an instant. He hunched his body and looked at the Wutong Temple which was so close to him, but he no longer had the desire to go in and explore.
He turned around and said, "Let's go."
The two disciples looked at each other, hurriedly followed, and asked, "Master, aren't you going to Wutong Temple?"
The old Zen master said, "Return to Guangjiao Temple."
"Don't you want to tell the sheriff?"
The old Zen master smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Go back."
The Immortal Jinting stood at the gate of Wutong Temple and watched the old Zen master leave.
The general of the water department still felt sorry and said, "Why doesn't he come in?"
If they come in, there will be no chance for Jin Ting Daxian to do anything, and we will have to fight even if we don't want to.
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