"Ye Lan!"
Wu Heng rushed to the side of the boat, his eyes bloodshot, and could no longer hold back and called out Ye Lan's name.
However, such a thin and slender figure was eaten up by the evil spirits as soon as it entered the water, and it is estimated that not even a bone would be left.
The ship gradually rose out of the water and returned to its original state, but there was no joy on anyone's face.
Because this was achieved at the cost of Ye Lan's sacrifice.
Xiao Yunting looked at the white glove floating on the sea and slowly clenched his fist.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrificed his life to suppress 100,000 evil spirits in hell. It tells the story of the 18 levels of hell recorded in the Ksitigarbha Sutra, when 100,000 evil spirits escaped. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva entered hell in mortal flesh and threw himself into the Weak Water Pool, using all his merits to quell the evil spirits.
Later, Ksitigarbha finally achieved enlightenment and became a golden Bodhisattva, but he could only guard hell and be with evil spirits forever.
People in the human world respectfully call him Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but most of the time they keep their distance from him.
"Mr. Xiao, what should we do now?" Liu Zhixiong leaned over carefully, holding onto the broken railing, and reminded, "The captain said the compass has returned to normal."
Once the magnetic field is restored, their ship can find its way back home smoothly.
Moreover, those evil spirits just ate all the hair in the propeller, which is just enough to start the machine.
Now is the best time to leave.
But Xiao Yunting didn't move.
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao." Liu Zhixiong hesitated and called out again at the urging of the people behind him.
Wu Heng, who was standing nearby, turned around, grabbed Liu Zhixiong by the collar, and said through gritted teeth, "If you say another damn word, I'll throw you down!"
He was filled with hostility, and the murderous intent between his brows seemed to be overflowing.
"I, I...but it's useless for us to be here." Liu Zhixiong was so anxious that he was about to cry.
Ye Lan was already dead. If they continued to stay here, what if the evil spirits finished eating and came to pull the boat again? Wouldn't that mean all their efforts would be wasted?
"Shut up." Wu Heng spoke each word clearly, warning him not to utter any unpleasant words, otherwise he would cut off his tongue immediately.
The situation here was at a stalemate, and Xiao Yunting, with his back to the crowd, finally spoke in a deep voice.
"No one can leave."
These five short words, packed with powerful pressure, sealed the deal, leaving little room for maneuver.
Before they set out, the wealthy businessmen would definitely not be happy to be ordered around, but now that they have seen the man's abilities, they know that objection is useless and they can only shut up.
The evil spirits below were still struggling in the vortex, as if they were trying to taste the last bit of the delicacy and were reluctant to give it up.
The vortex formed by the evil energy in the sky has not disappeared, which means that the gate of hell has not been closed yet.
Xiao Yunting on the deck didn't know that the only thing he could do at this moment was to stay here.
Wait for her to come back.
At some point, the wind stopped, and the ghostly fireflies that had just been blown away by the battle floated over again as they did at the beginning, slowly gathering around the vortex in the middle.
A ray of light slowly rose from the sea. A disciple of the Xuanmen Association saw it and pointed at it with his mouth wide open, "Relics! Oh my god, it's actually a relic!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and soon saw a bead floating up from the center of the vortex.
A while ago, a Hong Kong jewelry auction house sold a relic from a thousand-year-old monk for HK$70 million. They would definitely not make a mistake.
"Legend has it that the relics can purify demons and suppress all evil. We are saved!"
The disciples of the association cheered.
In those places covered by the light, the evil spirits all turned into a pool of black gas and disappeared. They were rushing to get to the bead just now, but now they avoided it like the plague.
As the light grew brighter, a figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.
The girl sits cross-legged with her hands in front of her body. Her loose clothes are as white as new. Her slightly lowered eyes reveal a trace of compassion. This is the image of a Bodhisattva.
"Master Ye?!"
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Looking at Ye Lan's figure appearing from the relic in the void, they felt it was incredible.
Then something even more surprising happened.
The ghosts around seemed to be attracted by the light on Ye Lan's body and moved towards her. After staying for a while, they sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.
"Is she... praying for salvation?" Yu Jinming recognized the hand seals she made and recalled everything that had happened. He suddenly realized what was going on and burst into tears.
"President, what's wrong with you?" The disciples of the association were confused and gathered around to show concern.
Yu Jinming arrived on deck first, kneeling on both knees and kowtowed devoutly to Ye Lan, his forehead touching the ground, his voice choked with sobs. "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrificed his life for the sake of benevolence, but I never imagined that Master Ye would cut off his flesh and feed it to the demons in Hell, using his boundless merit to save the dead. He endured the pain of having his flesh eaten, the pain of having his soul torn apart, and despite all the suffering, he remained focused on doing good and saving all living beings. I was wrong about this earlier, and I am ashamed."
After hearing this, everyone realized what Ye Lan had done and felt extremely ashamed for wanting to escape just now.
Tens of thousands of fireflies gradually built up lights around her, as if devout believers were listening to the sounds of nature. The cool and pleasant Buddhist chants spread faintly over the sea, repelling the black weapons and the turbid sea water.
When the last bit of fluorescence sank to the bottom of the sea, the vortex in the sky dissipated and the sea surface finally returned to calm.
Ye Lan opened his eyes and looked at the Ghost Gate that had closed again. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the relics condensed in his chest had consolidated his soul and stabilized his realm at the New Year's Day period. He felt that this trip was finally worthwhile.
When she returned to the deck, a group of people almost surrounded her to pay homage.
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