I saved the undead for 100 years in Dajin

"Namo Ksitigarbha Mahasattva; Namo Ksitigarbha Mahasattva..."

The void trembled, and the forest of virtues appeared in front of my eyes.

The ghosts seemed to have a premonition, and they ran even more hastily, and in the blink of an eye, they got into the grave and disappeared.

Yuan Zhan's expression was solemn, like an eminent monk practicing Zen, and the treasure elephant was solemn, without desire or desire, as calm as tranquility.

"The supreme, profound and wonderful dharma is difficult to encounter in a million kalpas. I have learned and accepted it, and I wish to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata..."

There are thousands of auspicious colors on the meritorious forest, and the sun is shining everywhere. A spacious avenue stretches out from under the Huabiao, and it is right in front of Yuan Zhan.

On the mass burial mounds, inside the tombs, ghosts emerged one after another silently, with dull expressions and absent-minded eyes, followed the light into the Gongde Forest, and disappeared into the tombs behind Huabiao.

The revolving lantern is like a high-speed camera fifty times faster, flashing frame by frame.

Yuan Zhan glanced at it, and then stopped looking at it. They were all villagers from the nearby villages. They either died of starvation or died of illness.

I don't know how long the mass graves have existed. Over the years, the excavations have continued. They are all new graves dug up and buried in old graves, and there are old graves under the mounds.

There are hundreds of ghosts coming out of the tombs alone, and this does not include many old ones that could not withstand the erosion of wind and sun and died out naturally.

Although Yuan Zhan felt sad in his heart, he was still happy in his heart.

How many negative fruits should be rewarded.

The left hand has prepared the tools long before the start of the reading. It is the bag given by the Goddess of Luoshui. The space inside is spacious enough to hold thousands of yin erosion fruits.

As the ghost disappeared behind Huabiao, Yin Xieguo also got his wish, one after another like dumplings, and a lot of them fell in the kit.

At this moment, several calls for help came from a distance: "Master, spare your life, Master, spare your life, we don't want to leave, please be merciful..."

Yuan Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and Wang Jing paused for a while.

Looking back, it was the group of ghost girls just now, kneeling in the distance, with their foreheads on the ground, kowtowing for mercy.

Seeing them trembling, it should be the result of Gong Delin's pressure and trying to resist.

Yuan Zhan stopped the scriptures and said calmly: "I am for salvation, not for harm. Why do you resist and not return? Do you want to stay in this world and harm the world?"

The female ghost who tried to tease him just raised her head slightly, revealing a slightly pale but pretty face, and said in a trembling voice: "The little girl lived here for a long time after her death, and because she was nourished by the Yangquan in the underground and the cold soul of the moon, this talent Keep the soul and body from dissipating, and get a glimpse of the path of practice. If you are rescued by the mage this time, all previous efforts will be wasted, and you will be reduced to a ghost soldier from then on. It will be difficult to escape. I hope the mage will be considerate and forgive us."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed.

All the ghosts nearby also kowtowed, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Yuan Zhan thought for a while, and said: "If I want to let you go, and if I want to harm someone, what should I do?"

The ghost girl said: "My little girl has never harmed goodness since she set foot on the road of cultivation. Just now...just now I just wanted to play a joke on the mage, offend the dharma body, and hope for forgiveness."

Yuan Zhan replied coldly: "Never harmed anyone? How can I trust you?"

The ghost girl said: "Master, if you don't believe it, you can ask Jia Da at the foot of the mountain to prove it. There is a false statement, and let the master deal with it."

Yuan Zhan was silent for a while, and said: "Okay. Let's trust you. But I have something to say first. If Jia Feng's words are different from yours, I will never let you go. Go!"

Thanks to all the ghosts, they got up from the ground, ran into the grave with a whimper, and disappeared.

Yuan Zhan smiled slightly, and continued to complete the conclusion of the scriptures: "I have seen the power of Ksitigarbha, and the sands of the Ganges River are indescribable; just one thought of what I have seen, heard, and worshiped will benefit people and heaven immeasurably."

After reading, be silent for 3 minutes, open the kit, and start counting the negative fruits.

About 70 or so, converted into practice, roughly equivalent to [-] years of skill.

In addition, if the true energy consumed by super speed is removed, Yuan Zhanke has more than 130 years of cultivation.

Of course, this is just the result of him eating them all.

Now that there are five more ghosts, a small part has to be divided.

After careful weighing, he took out 150 fruits and divided them equally among the five ghosts, and the rest began to have a picnic here.

After dawn, Yuan Zhan opened his eyes, and with a thought, the vitality flowed violently in his body.

After 120 years of cultivation, and the skill of two Jiazi, in just one night, I have it.

According to the standards of the practice world in this world, he is already a quasi-monk.

With a thought, Yinchan flew down from the bun and lay in front of him.

With a light jump, Yuan Zhan stood on top of Yin Chan with both feet, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Yin Chan trembled fiercely and shot out.

Yuan Zhan didn't keep up, and fell from mid-air with his feet empty, almost shaking his ankle.

"Damn, what are you doing running so fast, you scared me."

Yuan Zhan cursed, jumped on Yinchan for the second time, and softly shouted: "Go!"

This time he was prepared, leaned forward, stabilized his center of gravity, and finally flew out.

It was a downhill road at the beginning, so it was relatively smooth and people felt very relaxed.

But when I turned around and flew up, I felt a little strenuous immediately. When I was approaching the top of the slope, one of them was out of breath and fell down for the second time.

Tried twice, still the same.

Finally had to give up.

Overall, it's still a bit lacking, but it's good to have a start, and then there will be a goal.

At the foot of the mountain, I saw Jia Feng looking up with his neck raised, and when he saw him coming down, he ran over quickly and asked, "Are you all right?"

Yuan Zhan looked down and said, "It's all right, what's the matter?"

Jia Feng smacked his lips and said, "It's fine, it's fine, it's fine. Hehe!"

Yuan Zhan said: "Do you know something, such as on this hill..."

Jia Feng said: "What can I know, I'm not worried about you."

Yuan Zhan smiled and said, "Are there evil spirits on this hill?"

Jia Feng was taken aback, and said, "Evil ghost? I haven't heard of it."

Yuan Zhan said: "Then there are always good ghosts."

Jia Feng tilted his head to look at him, and asked, "Have you seen them?"

Yuan Zhan's heart suddenly became clear, and he said, "Yes, I even had a fight with them."

Jia Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Did you hurt them?"

Seeing his nervousness, Yuan Zhan laughed and said, "No, isn't it for your sake?"

Jia Feng then patted his chest and said, "Scare me."

Yuan Zhan said: "So you already knew about them?"

Jia Feng hesitated for a while, knowing that he couldn't hide it anymore, he said, "Yes."

Yuan Zhan suddenly became interested and said, "Then can you tell me about it?"

"Ok."

Jia Feng readily agreed, led him to the back of the house, and said as he walked: "The leader is Xiaoqian, who has been dead for more than 60 years, and then somehow became a ghost. Unlike other ghosts, you can live here." Yin and Yang go back and forth..."

Yuan Zhan nodded and said to Xiaoqian, then Ning Caichen should come too.

"Speaking of it, it's fate. Her parents died early, and she was sold to a brothel by her aunt. Because of her beauty, she wanted to wait until she became an adult to receive customers and earn money. She tried to escape, but met a bandit halfway, and committed suicide because she refused to be humiliated. , the bones were thrown here. There are also other ghost girls who have suffered misfortune. I have guarded the grave here for many years, and I have never seen them go out to harm people. On the contrary, they often have fun and relieve my boredom..."