vstars Chapter 73 Encountering Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva While Performing the Salvation of the Dead
Chapter 73 Encountering Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva While Performing the Salvation of the Dead
Yang Jiao was extremely curious.
"Could it be that the Goddess Nuwa instructed others to come here to chant sutras and pray for the deceased?"
She walked forward strangely.
The young man had curly hair and wore a Taoist robe that was neither blue, white, nor black; instead, he wore a rare yellow robe.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and this outfit is too old-fashioned.
It somehow elevated the appearance of a young man to that of an uncle.
Yang Jiao squatted down beside him and saw that he was also engrossed in reading the scriptures, so engrossed that he didn't even notice her approaching.
Upon closer inspection of the text in the scripture,
It's curved like a worm, and I can't understand it.
It seems they are not practitioners of the same path as me.
but!
Yang Jiao broke down.
Yang Tian shouted:
"Why doesn't this person chase after and kill you when you're chanting scriptures?!"
Even the damned Asura race practices this kind of differential treatment!
Upon hearing the sound, the person opened their eyes, glanced at Yang Jiao, then closed their eyes again and began chanting the sutra.
Golden curse light continuously emerged from his mouth and sank into the sea of blood. After a long time, a spirit that had been liberated slowly rose up.
A trace of merit descended upon him.
This scene made Yang Jiao extremely envious, and she thought to herself:
"Anyway, those Asuras wouldn't dare to cause trouble here, so I'll just tag along and chant too."
So she sat down, but then felt unsafe being too far away from the person, so she shifted her position until she was close enough to feel safe.
He immediately unfolded the "Nuwa's Salvation Scripture" and began to recite it.
"Returning the dead and bringing them back to life, countless beings are saved. Today we recite this, and all the heavens descend upon us."
"The Great Sage of Immortality, the Flying God King of the East, who saves all beings without limit."
Upon hearing this, the young man opened his eyes again, looked at Yang Jiao, and finally asked:
"Young friend, are you also here with a compassionate heart to help others?"
After all, she had benefited from someone else's kindness in obtaining a peaceful place to chant scriptures, so Yang Jiao politely nodded in response:
"Yes, someone as sincere as you in helping others must be able to save hundreds of millions of souls in a single day, right?"
Yang Jiao's words made the young man's chest heave, and a clear laugh escaped his lips. After a long while, he shook his head repeatedly and said:
"I have been chanting scriptures here for a hundred years, and have helped more than 730,000 souls pass away."
What?
It took a hundred years to reach 730,000.
Wouldn't that mean I'd have to study here for a whole year to get seventy tokens?
No, no, no, it's not worth it.
Yang Jiao was puzzled. What kind of person was so persistent in chanting sutras by the sea of blood for a hundred years? Not to mention, even the Asura clan, which belonged to the Styx Ancestor, did not dare to kill him.
So he asked with great admiration:
"How did you manage to survive in the sea of blood for a hundred years?"
This question made the young man feel sad.
He looked up at the sky and sighed softly:
"When I was young, I made grand vows without thinking, such as vowing that I would not attain enlightenment until hell was emptied."
……
Yang Jiao silently moved her buttocks further away.
This guy is so good-looking, he's actually going to be... Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
She thought bitterly, "You'll never change your tendency to make grand vows without any sense of proportion."
After all, Buddhism proclaimed you as the Buddha after its founding, but you casually discarded this honorary title and then said in front of all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, "Only after all sentient beings have been liberated can one attain enlightenment."
No wonder, disciple of the Sage of Guidance, only the Asuras in this sea of blood must be insane to dare to attack you.
Even if you summon dozens of undead from their sea of blood every day, you won't be able to harm them at their core. So, do whatever you want with them.
Yang Jiao was still pondering the matter of Ksitigarbha's identity when she suddenly heard the young man beside her say:
“I see that you have a great affinity with my Western religion. Why don’t you come here? It would be a meritorious thing for the two of us to recite scriptures together in the future.”
Yang Jiao's smile vanished.
Thank you so much.
Then he asked:
"Is this your sect's rhetoric?"
The moment the two saints, Amitabha and Cundi, appear, their greetings evolve from "Fellow Daoist, please wait, you have an affinity with the Western Paradise" to "Benefactor, please wait, you have an affinity with the Buddha." Is this the reason for the future growth of Buddhism?
You're bound to meet someone by chance.
Then Buddhism grew so powerful that it overwhelmed other religions.
The more Yang Jiao thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
He silently shifted his position, moving a little further away from Ksitigarbha.
Then he began to carefully recite the scriptures.
After a long while, Yang Jiao felt her mouth was dry and had accumulated two merits.
She recited the sutra twice, her legs going numb from sitting.
Not only did it accumulate merit, but Yang Jiao also discovered that after she finished performing the ritual to help the deceased soul pass on, a grain of earth dust was released from the spirit's body.
She muttered to herself:
"Could it be that the humans here perished in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King? At that time, Nuwa had only recently created humans, and their life essence was still pure, unlike the humans of today who have undergone millions of generations of evolution, diluting their life essence long ago?"
If that's the case,
This Blood Sea Sutra Recitation will not only fulfill Nuwa's request and grant you a card-drawing token, but also give you more Breath Soil!
That's killing three birds with one stone!
It was definitely worth the trip!
Exactly, this efficiency is just too low.
Yang Jiao glanced sideways at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was earnestly chanting sutras again, and thought of a way to help.
People who don't adapt will die.
Even if we chanted until the end of time, we still wouldn't be able to gather enough spirits to die.
She rested her chin on her hand, thinking and thinking, "Why not try making a phonograph to play things on a loop?"
Eh!
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her.
I remembered the large magical artifact I saw when I was traveling in Zhaxigongse Beach, Gansu in my previous life!
He hurriedly got up and approached Ksitigarbha, poking his gray-yellow robe with his finger.
He squinted and said:
"I have a way to save more dead souls, would you like to try it?"
Upon hearing this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva immediately became interested. After all, he had such a grand vow, and the number of souls he had saved in the past hundred years was not as many as the number of people who had come to report here in the past hundred years.
Nodding earnestly, he inquired:
“Young friend, you have a method of enlightenment; please listen attentively.”
After saying that, he lowered his head.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiao's heart tightened, and her heart pounded wildly.
Ahhh, even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva bows his head before me!
Mother, Jiao'er is becoming more and more promising!
Looking at the dark, curly hair in front of her, Yang Jiao felt a pang of regret. In a few decades, everyone in the sect will be bald...
After thinking it over, she leaned close to her ear and said:
"First, conjure up a golden cylinder and engrave the scriptures on it. Each rotation is a recitation of the scriptures."
"Each rotation is a flow and blessing of the scriptures. People who turn it gain merit, and the wind that passes by also gains merit. It can be called a 'prayer wheel'."
As Ksitigarbha listened, he suddenly looked up and gazed intently at Yang Jiao.
A frantic surge of emotion welled up in his eyes.
An internal scream:
Is that even possible?!
For the past hundred years, he has sat by the sea of blood, chanting scriptures every day.
What?!