Chapter 283 I only wish for the immortal path to be fulfilled, not for the human path to be impoverished

The Milky Way is vast, and the golden lanterns rise and fall.

Countless evil ghosts in the Five Hells have been liberated to the afterlife. Most of them had already had their obsessions wiped out by torture, but some who had just fallen into hell not long ago still had their obsessions in their hearts still not dissipated.

The heaven and earth are incomplete, and reincarnation is incomplete.

There is no Meng Po soup, no Yellow Spring water, only a whirlwind of positive and negative forces that destroys all memories and thoughts.

Those souls full of obsession seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives under the blowing of the positive and negative whirlwinds.

The shrill howls echoed in the land of samsara, and even the golden lamp transformed from the divine golden bead could not protect it.

Wu Gong had just finished explaining some things to Huang Shang when he was interrupted by this shrill voice.

Huang Shang quickly stepped forward to explain, “Master, these departed souls are unwilling to let go of their obsessions. I’m afraid they will have to suffer in the positive and negative whirlwinds.”

“It’s really troublesome without Meng Po soup to cleanse the memory.”

Wu Gong frowned. For the first time, he had a clear and intuitive understanding of the gods set up in the mythology.

Relying on positive and negative whirlwinds to crush memories and thoughts is indeed cruel and far less gentle and magical than Meng Po soup.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Gong waved his hand, and thousands of golden lanterns floated upstream and went straight into the human world.

When the Ghost Festival comes, the gates of hell are wide open. It is a good opportunity for these obsessed souls to look back at the human world and fulfill their final obsessions.

But if you want to do something evil like killing people, the Golden Lamp has its own mysteries and will never allow it.

Soon, golden lanterns rushed out from the illusory gates of hell and fell towards thousands of homes in China.

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In the brazier, a large paper-made villa was burned to ashes by the flames, and the model made of bamboo strips was burning with crackling sounds.

“Grandma, can grandpa in heaven receive the big villa I burned for him?” the little girl asked crisply.

Her eyes were black and shiny, blinking. She looked at the gods in the sky, then at the paper-made things that had turned to ashes, her eyes full of anticipation.

The old woman took a pair of fire tongs and fiddled with the bamboo strips that had not yet burned out. She freed one hand and touched the little girl.

“Ping’er is so filial, of course your grandfather will receive it.”

The little girl became even happier and threw a paper-made TV next to her into the brazier.

“My grandfather used to love watching martial arts movies. I bought him a TV and gave him this copy of Yi Jin Jing so that he could practice martial arts.”

In every household, a copy of the Yi Jin Jing was thrown into the brazier.

The red flames gave off green smoke, floating straight up, as if they had really penetrated the boundary of the underworld and summoned a bright golden lamp.

The golden lamp fell silently from the sky and landed behind the old woman, revealing an old man in simple clothes.

The old man’s whole body was emitting an illusory white light. He looked at the old woman who was bowing down to offer sacrifices with tears in his eyes and stammered.

“Shushu. Shufen.”

He seemed like he hadn’t spoken for a long time. He stuttered for a long time before uttering two words.

The old woman was startled, her body froze instantly, and she turned her head in disbelief: “Old man?”

“It’s me.”

The old man has a golden lamp on his head and is protected by the golden divine flame, so he can manifest himself in the human world.

He spoke with a lisp and his words were unclear, like a babbling child.

The old woman came forward tremblingly and said in a mournful voice, “You have only been dead for two years, how come you can’t even speak clearly?”

Upon hearing this, the old man first bowed to the sacred being in the sky, then stammered:
“I committed the crime of disrespecting heaven and fearing God, and was sent to the Tongue-Pulling Prison. Every day, the jailer pulled out my tongue. Fortunately, I was saved by the True Lord, and I was able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and come back to see you for the last time.”

Hearing this, the old woman burst into tears, stamped her feet and cursed, “You bastard, I told you not to join in the chaos, but you didn’t listen. You insisted on destroying the temple and talking about all kinds of monsters and demons. Look, you’re getting your comeuppance.”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face with heartache.

He raised his skinny hand and tried to touch his old man’s cheek, but it felt like nothing was touching.

“Yes, you are dead, all dead, and I can’t touch you.”

The old woman looked dejected and looked several years older in an instant.

The old man stretched out his imaginary hands and tidied up the old woman’s silver hair, his eyes full of longing.

“I died suddenly, and I just wanted to see you one last time. Now that I’ve seen you, I don’t have any obsession anymore.”

After he finished speaking, he touched the little girl’s forehead again and said with relief:
“Ping’er has grown up too. Good, great. Practice well and worship the True Lord well.”

The night wind blew, blowing up paper ashes all over the sky.

The golden lamp seemed to have completed its mission. It lifted the old man up and then fell back into the Milky Way.

The old woman looked at the thousands of golden lamps that were floating up and down. Among them was her old man who had been saved from hell. She was extremely pious and knelt down and kowtowed:
“The True Lord is merciful, the True Lord is merciful, and his merits are immeasurable.”

The river water is vast and clear.

The golden lamp was surrounded by countless koi fish and sank into the gates of hell again, straight into the land of reincarnation.

As the positive and negative whirlwinds blew, he instantly turned into a true spirit and disappeared, going to reincarnation.

This scene is played out in thousands of households.

There is true love in the world.

The deceased return to the human world to fulfill their obsessions, and are protected by the golden lamp to wash away their sins.

The endless cries and kowtows echoed throughout the land of China, and thoughts of grief were everywhere.

The clear and vast chanting sound from above the nine heavens was also gradually getting smaller.

The Milky Way closed in, revealing the dark night sky.

The golden lamp went out, and everything poured into the reincarnation.

The koi was exhausted, spat out the last of its food, and disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

As the last evil ghost that could be saved disappeared, the Five Hells were empty except for those extremely evil ghosts who were still bound in place with chains.

In the Ice Prison, the glacier that was once dyed red by the pus and blood from frostbite has returned to its original bluish-white color.

At first glance, it is crystal clear and pure, without any sign of hell at all.

In the Fire Pit Hell, the red lava flames were still gushing out and the hot wind was still blowing, but the sickening smell of burnt flesh could no longer be smelled.

There are red fire lotuses blooming everywhere, as if they can wash away all the sins in the burning world.

In the three hells of Intestine Pulling-Out Hell, Tongue Pulling-Out Hell, and Heart Digging-Out Hell, the five self-created jailers patrol aimlessly.

There is no longer a single evil spirit on the bloody torture racks, and the ghost-head knives and tongue-pulling pliers have rusted and turned into scrap metal.

These divine artifacts created by the five hells are born out of karma.

Now hell is empty and time to rust and decay.

Perhaps one day in the future, evil ghosts will fall into the three hells. At that time, their own karma will recast the instruments of torture and continue to forgive the sins of all living beings.

Above the nine heavens, dark yellow auspicious clouds hundreds of feet wide rolled.

At first glance, it is golden, bright and sacred.

Within the manifested heavenly realm, the supplies for salvation that were piled beside the cultivators of the holy land had long been consumed.

The Hundred Worlds Fast and Offering Ceremony is about to come to an end. Although the believers are tired, there is light in their eyes.

Wu Gong looked around and saw that all the evil ghosts in the five hells had been liberated. He nodded with satisfaction, stepped off the Qilin, and bowed to the four directions:
“The five hells are empty, and all practitioners have immeasurable merits.”

The cultivators from the holy land, the sects, and the cultivators presiding over the ceremonies in the Hundred Worlds quickly stood up and respectfully returned the greeting:

“The True Lord is merciful and has immeasurable merits.”

With a smile on his face, Wu Gong turned over the glass bottle, cut off the source of the Milky Way, then turned into a beam of light and returned to sit on the back of the Qilin.

At this moment, the dark yellow auspicious clouds suddenly made a rustling sound, and a huge amount of merit turned into golden light and swept across.

Eighty percent of the Xuanhuang merit flowed toward Wu Gong. Xuanhuang rolled, condensed and entangled, and finally turned into a golden wheel hanging behind his head, emitting infinite Xuanhuang light.

Its light is bright and pure, carrying with it supreme compassion, and just seeing it fills one’s heart with reverence.

The remaining 20% ​​were dispersed, most of them floated into the Aquarius Heaven Realm and were distributed to various cultivators, and a small amount fell back into the world and was bestowed upon the cultivators of various major sects.

Many monks were delighted, and felt that all obstacles in their practice were cleared, their desires disappeared, and their minds became clear.

Wu Gong sat upright on a Qilin, standing in the sky, with a mysterious light hanging behind his head, in three colors.

The inside is purple and green, transformed from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Origin Dharma, representing the orthodox way of immortality.

The center is golden, showing countless shadows of believers chanting scriptures, representing the authority of the One and Only God.

The outermost circle is dark yellow, bright and pure, with infinite compassion, representing the great merit of transcending hell and liberating evil spirits.

At this moment, Wu Gong seemed to have really transformed into an ancient emperor, majestic and sacred.

A single thought of compassion can free you from the five hells.

This scene is deeply imprinted in the hearts of hundreds of millions of believers.

“Laifu, let’s go.”

Gently patting the top of the Fire Kirin’s head, Wu Gong held the azure-gold vase in his hand, flicked his sleeves, and sang aloud:
“The human way is vague, the immortal way is vast, the ghost way is joyful, it is the door of life”

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Accompanied by the clear sound of bells, the sound of the desire realm flying in the sky resounds throughout the ten directions of the world and echoes in the ears of countless believers.

“I only wish to achieve immortality, not to be impoverished by human nature”

In the clear Taoist song, the Fire Kirin stepped on the air with all four hooves and blazed red flames, carrying Wu Gong to the fairyland above the nine heavens.

The vast and boundless holy scene of the immortals gradually disappeared.

The little girl stretched her neck and looked at the increasingly ethereal golden light. Suddenly, she felt raindrops wetting her cheeks.

“Grandma, it’s raining.”

The water from the Milky Way that once covered the land of China has turned into nectar to cleanse the world.

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The sky is filled with stars, the night sky is cloudless, and cool raindrops, with a hint of the aroma of burning sandalwood, are finally given to the world.

Countless people bathe in the nectar, wash away the desires in their hearts, feel refreshed, and have sharp ears and eyes.

Above the nine heavens, very far away.

The towering sacred mountains, the immortal palaces, the phoenix and the divine dragon are all covered by the starry night sky.

As the last ray of golden light disappeared, the faint sound of the last flying sound of the Desire Realm still echoed in everyone’s ears.

“The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous!”

“Congratulations to the real king!”

A large number of believers bowed under the nectar, made the Aquarius seal with their hands, and respectfully sent the sacred being back to heaven.

“Depend on!”

In the Aquarius Heaven, the snake god Jingjian Ahan looked at Wu Gong, who was full of aura and style, and couldn’t help but scream in shock.

“Shh, it’s like a knife cutting my butt. It’s really opened my eyes!”

“This fellow Daoist Wu hasn’t even achieved immortality yet, but he’s already showing such momentum. This is really an eye-opener for me.”

“The Sound of Desire Realm Flying in the Sky? Is this how it’s played?”

He kept spitting out his tongue like a snake, and his vertical pupils almost widened into round ones, with such strong envy that it almost turned into substance and overflowed.

“If I had such a way of preaching, I would have achieved the seventh-level Great God long ago, and I would not have been beaten by a few Chaos Ancient Gods.”

“No, I have to go get the scriptures.”

“Golden Wheel of Merit, this god wants it too, it’s a high-end product.”

Looking at the rainbow light passing across the sky, Jingjian Ahan’s eyes sparkled, and he said to the one-eyed man beside him:
“Zhu Er, quickly drive the cloud, let’s go to the Dharma Hall.”

“yes, Sir.”

The big man was covered in scales, had one eye and a beard. Without saying a word, he immediately created a cloud and soared into the sky with Jingjian Agama.

This big man was the transformed Zhulong whom Jingjian Ahan wanted to take away.

It was also the creation of this ancient alien species. It has the blood of Zhulong, and no one knows where the ancient Heavenly Emperor caught it from.

Now that he has returned to his ancestral home and worshipped Jingjian Ahan as his elder brother, he has been promoted to the royal family in one step.

Soon, the two arrived at the entrance of the Dharma Hall.

As soon as he approached, he was introduced by Jianmu Boy: “Lord God, my master just said you were coming, and you are here right after.”

To the two boys who served him closely, Jingjian Ahan also said politely: “Your master is too holy and transcendent, how can I not come.”

Zhu Er, who followed, knew his limits and did not dare to enter the palace. He just stood at the bottom of the jade steps, looking restrained.

Seeing this, the neon boy smiled, led him to the fairy peach tree on the side, and then hit him with two fairy peaches with a golden hammer.

“Eat some peaches first and take a rest.”

Zhu Er’s face flushed red, and he didn’t dare to look at the fairy in colorful clothes. He picked up a fairy peach and swallowed it whole without even wiping the hair.

This rough scene made Neon cover her mouth and chuckle.

On the other side, Jingjian Ahan had just stepped into the ritual hall and immediately smelled the refreshing tea fragrance.

“Fellow Daoist, please take a seat.”

Wu Gong sat cross-legged with three-colored light flowing behind his head. Even the ancient tea tree with thousands of Taoist auras hanging down could not cover up his sacred glow.

He raised his hand and a jade cup appeared, and crystal clear tea fell into the cup.

The charm of Wudao tea condenses into pieces of fairy light that rise up, making people immersed in it.

However, Jingjian Ahan did not come here to drink tea for free this time.

His pair of vertical pupils stared at the back of Wu Gong’s head, focusing on the outermost golden wheel of merit for a long time, sucking his teeth:

“Fellow Daoist Shi is really free and easy.”

“A quarter of an hour ago, he was saved from hell and gained immeasurable merits. Now he is drinking tea and gaining enlightenment. This is really enviable.”

“Haha, fellow Daoist is the son of Zhulong, you have seen all kinds of scenes.”

Wu Gong laughed, feeling delighted, and pointed at the teacup.

“Come, have some tea.”

“Shh, I have been traveling across the mountains and seas for countless years, but I have never seen such a big world as you.”

Jingjian Ahan exclaimed, and said sourly: “Golden Wheel of Merit, is it fragrant?”

Wu Gong narrowed his eyes and smiled, “It smells good! It smells really good!”

At this point, Wu Gong paused and said, “However, I think a single golden wheel doesn’t look good, so I plan to make a few more.”

After drinking the enlightenment tea in one gulp, Wu Gong raised the corner of his mouth and approached and said:

“How about another Merit and Celebration Cloud?”

“Hang the golden lantern on the auspicious cloud. From now on, wherever you go, spread the auspicious cloud of merit.”

“.”

Jingjian Ahan was speechless and his eyes were flashing green.

He took a step forward, grabbed Wu Gong’s arm, and said anxiously:
“Good brother, teach me!”

“Golden Wheel of Merit, I want it too.”

(End of this chapter)