Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 253 Going Forward

At night, Mengdie's parents had a dream at the same time.

In the dream, Mengdie had a clean face and smiled, saying that she had a happy life in this life and told them not to miss her. She also said that it was right to protect her Nascent Soul old man. She was the one who complained to the ghost in the first place. Butterfly was very wrong.

When Meng Die's parents received the news of Meng Die's death, Yuan Ying's retinue had already returned to Meng's house to receive the punishment.

Three hits of the soul whip, directly on the soul, so that the Nascent Soul was huddled into a ball, shivering.

Mengdie's parents were both red-eyed, and according to Mengdie's wishes, rushed to rescue the subordinate.

Hundreds of thousands died.

The kingdom of Shengzi has [-] people, and the kingdom of Chuqiu has more than [-] people.

These hundreds of thousands of people are not a simple number, but one after another fresh human life, who can talk, laugh, cry and make trouble.

A rebellion by the ghost resentful butterfly is no less than a plague passing through.

This may be the so-called, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

There were dead bodies everywhere.

There are traffickers and pawns, there are rich gentry and senior officials, there are young children, there are old people with white hair, and there are also low-level monks who know some Buddhism and Taoism.

The dancers dancing in restaurants are no longer there.

Several cities became empty cities.

Many wronged souls are still alive, with obsessions in their hearts, and they refuse to enter reincarnation.

Many Buddhist monks in Wanfo Temple went down the mountain, clasped their hands together, chanted scriptures, and saved the dead.

This is a human tragedy.

There were corpses everywhere, including a woman with two young children in her arms.

There are Buddhist disciples with low cultivation bases, and their moods are affected.

An Qingli clasped his hands together, wore Buddhist beads, and chanted Buddhist scriptures, walking slowly in the once busy city.

The bustling city is very quiet, ten rooms are empty, no chickens and dogs are heard, and there is no sound.

Ji Xiaopeng recited the newly learned Taoist sutras, and followed behind An Qingli.

In the Mustard Seed Space, Xiao Lingxi asked Xiao Jintan why the two eminent monks hesitated for a moment when they finally dealt with the Ghost Resentment Butterfly.

Xiao Jintan said, Buddhism pays attention to generosity, even the wicked will give them a chance to reform, not to mention that there is Mengdie in that body, Mengdie is a good boy, the two eminent monks should want to keep Mengdie.

Xiao Lingxi asked again, did Patriarch Qi Gao of the Ji family do anything wrong.

Xiao Jintan looked at those people who died in vain outside the Jiezi space, and said in a deep thought, killing one person and saving more people, the ancestors of the Ji family did nothing wrong, but it was a merit.

Killing is also a merit?Xiao Lingxi humbly asked for advice.

Xiao Jintan answered firmly.

Master Huineng gave birth to demons.

This disaster might have been avoided, if he hadn't forcibly suppressed the ghosts and butterflies on the streets, such a tragedy would not have happened.

The intention is to do good, but it produces evil results.

Those undead souls who were saved forgave him, but he couldn't forgive himself.

"The world is not benevolent, the world is not benevolent..."

Those who survived by chance had their hair disheveled and cursed at the sky.

Gaokong Qi Min's ancestor sighed lightly: "The world is not benevolent."

Patriarch Qi Gao held the bamboo whip in his hand, looked up at the endless sky and said, "Why do you blame heaven and earth? He regards everything as we view ants. What does life and death of ants have to do with it?"

Patriarch Qi Min laughed loudly, and poured a glass of wine high into the sky, respecting this inhumane world.

However, the world is vast, so it is not benevolence and righteousness to allow a group of ants to live in this world.

Benevolence is also heaven and earth, and not benevolence is also heaven and earth.

Thunder bursts, and it began to rain heavily.

After the heavy rain, the empty city gave birth to new greenery.

An Qingli went back to Wanfo Temple, calmed down, and planted a bodhi tree overnight.

After one night, I went down the mountain again.

She went to a mass grave.

This mass burial mound has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is full of yin and grievances. It is most suitable for her to accumulate merit.

Qi Min's ancestor had told her that life and death are a matter of fate, and after An Qingli lived for a thousand years, it would be nothing more than a common thing to look back at the catastrophe brought by the ghost resentment butterfly.

There are no fewer people who died in the cultivation world than in the secular world, and they may even be more cruel.

The world regards monks like ants. Fortunately, ants like monks can have some means to fight for their own lives.

All the past is turned over, it is useless to sigh sadly, and the business is to move on.

At night, the mass graves are full of yin.

The wind blows the grass on the grave, and there are shadows, sobbing.

"Little lady."

Before the voice fell, a half-real ghost floated out from a collapsed tomb.

An Qingli's face was calm, seeing too many grievances and resentments in the Buddhist country, as the saying goes, it's not surprising that she didn't even get a goosebump at this moment.

"Is there any unfulfilled wish?" An Qingli said directly.

The greasy-faced ghost in front of me didn't commit any crimes during his life or after his death. The golden light is mainly used to save the resentment and sins of the dead soul. For this kind of "good ghost", it can be forcibly saved and then sent to reincarnation. The power of merit is very little.

If you can help this ghost get rid of his obsessions, and then send him into reincarnation, the power of merit will be doubled, or even more than ten times.

The greasy-faced ghost froze for a moment, and said in astonishment: "Little lady, I'm a ghost after all, so give me some panic reaction, can you save me some face?"

An Qingli shook her head and said, "No way. Besides, I'm in a hurry, and I wish to speak out as soon as possible, so that I can reincarnate sooner."

There are so many acupoints in her body, many acupoints are waiting to be fed, and they are filled with the power of merit, which not only greatly saves Lingshi, but also extremely saves time.

The power of merit is really the best thing.

"Are you a Taoist priest?" The male ghost floated back three feet.

"Isn't it obvious?" An Qingli's thought moved, and the Ruyi Chiyan Sword ignited a torch, forcing the ghost who wanted to escape back.

The male ghost looked at An Qingli in horror, he didn't wear Taoist robes, he didn't wear monk's robes, and he didn't shave his head, how could he guess the origin of this woman.

Before this male ghost was alive, he was just an ordinary man who sang an opera. He was falsely accused of committing adultery with a concubine of the family, so he was beaten to death with sticks and thrown here.

Generally speaking, it is still less knowledgeable, inexperienced in being a ghost, and molested the wrong person.

"Tell me your wish." An Qingli already disliked the male ghost's ink marks.

"Shangshangxian," the male ghost stammered, "I don't have any wishes."

An Qingli frowned: "I don't have any wish, how can I stay in this world?"

"Because being a ghost makes me happy." The male ghost stammered again, "Being a ghost doesn't get up early, doesn't practice martial arts, doesn't go on stage, doesn't get looked down upon by others, doesn't get looked down upon by others, and doesn't get framed for hooking up with some young lady."

Xiao Lingxi helped to summarize: "It turns out that this ghost thinks that being a ghost is easier than being a human."

An Qingli said: "Being a ghost is easy, but isn't it boring?"

"It's not boring, it's not boring." The ghost said immediately, "I just like the days when I'm floating around."

An Qingli said again: "Isn't it good to be reincarnated?"

The ghost immediately said again: "It's not good. I didn't have a good life in my previous life, so how can I expect to be a good man in my next life."

Little Pegasus said in the spirit beast bag: "It's so rare, being a ghost is more transparent than being a human, and it's still a transparent ghost."

(End of this chapter)