Chapter 163: The End of the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts

But by this time, who would care about the lord of the new city? Its fate had already been decided by the ferryman’s words.

Before, the reason why the master allowed it to say so much was to respect the ferryman’s opinion. Should it stay or should it not?

But the first time the master looked at the ferryman, he avoided the master’s gaze, obviously not having made a decision. The master let him continue, probably considering whether to keep him.

In retrospect, the Grandmaster was actually a very peculiar person. He would not decide whether anything should exist based on the name of righteousness. He valued and respected the emotional bonds of the human world even more. Is this not something that we cultivators should let go of?

But I also have a faint understanding. If the ferryman can’t let go, it’s meaningless to force him to. Grandmaster’s respect for him just gave him an opportunity to let go on his own. This is much better than Grandmaster forcing him to let go.

It seems that even at the last moment of life, the refining of the heart in the secular world never ends.

While I was in deep thought, Master Hongren’s soul had already disappeared into Jueyuan’s body. Jueyuan let go of his body to accept Master Hongren. In fact, it was no different from a ghost possessing a body, but this was the only way to pass on the legacy more easily.

After all, it is relatively easy for Master Hongren, as a high monk, to leave something in Jueyuan’s soul.

Time passed by minute by minute. Xiao Chengqian had already completed the spell, and a slight fluctuation occurred in the great formation. A golden light turned into a sword-like shape and rushed towards the suppressed New City Lord.

At this moment, the look on the face of the new city lord had turned a deathly gray, and his numb eyes showed that he had already given up. At this moment, he almost subconsciously looked at the ferryman, but the ferryman looked into the distance, clearly not wanting to look at it again.

The sword fell, and the lord of the new city let out a miserable cry, but such power was not enough to destroy it. Xiao Chengqian continued to manipulate the magic, and over there, Jueyuan had already completed the inheritance, and the figure of Master Hongren appeared again.

The speed was incredible, but the soul is the greatest mystery of mankind. Who can fully interpret the mystery? In reality, human communication is through language, and it may take an hour to teach a spell, but the soul can transmit a large amount of information in a short second through a more advanced method.

After leaving, Master Hongren was obviously extremely old, and the aura of holiness had disappeared. He said softly to Jueyuan, who was surrounded by golden light, “I have passed on to you the accumulation of my voice.

Jueyuan performed a Buddhist ritual, his eyes full of gratitude and emotion. He did not act, but said to Master Hongren, “Master, what you have given me is not the accumulation of mental power or spiritual power, but your enlightenment of the Dharma and your heart and virtue of the Dharma. I will take the disciple’s ritual and follow you to the end.”

Master Hongren smiled weakly, did not reply, but sat cross-legged, in the same way as when a high monk passes away. I felt a sense of sadness in my heart. I was afraid that Master Hongren…

The second golden sword cut down, and the suppressed New City Lord once again let out a painful scream, but in contrast to its unrest, Master Hong Ren’s face was peaceful and calm.

In the quiet meditation, the figure of Master Hongren became more and more faint. Having been tortured by the Lord of Xincheng for so many years, his soul was already riddled with wounds and scars. If it weren’t for the support of a single thought, he would have already been scattered to the four winds.

I looked at the pure blue light points flying around Master Hong Ren, and said to the Grand Master with some sadness, “Grand Master, why would a high monk like Master Hong Ren’s soul be scattered?”

Yes, this is exactly the same as the situation of a soul being scattered to the four winds. I have seen it many times! The only difference is that Master Hongren’s soul is so pure that it has this blue color, just like the soul power that Grandmaster sealed in the agarwood beads.

In response to my question, the Grand Master said, “The way of heaven is fair. Hong Ren’s soul did not fly apart.”

No? I looked at the figure of Master Hongren, which could no longer be maintained, and the blue light points flying around him were increasing in number. Several girls, together with Jueyuan, were already in tears, and the master said no?

The third and fourth swords fell, and the cries of the new city lord continued, but at this moment, no one had the heart to pay attention to it. We were all saying goodbye to Master Hong Ren. Although we had not spent much time with him, some people, even if you only spent a minute with him, you would respect him from the bottom of your heart, and this respect would make you have a good feeling for him from the bottom of your heart, and you would not want him to leave.

In this way, my tearful eyes gradually blurred, watching Master Hongren finally turn into countless light points. In this world, you can no longer find him in the place where he entered Nirvana, and all that remains are those blue light points that keep on flying.

“It’s good.” The ferryman remained surprisingly calm. After Master Hongren had turned into light points, he said inexplicably that it was good.

What was so good? I was filled with doubt, but at that moment, in the world that Master Hongren had created, the sound of chanting suddenly came from everywhere, and five-colored light suddenly appeared, enveloping the light points…

“The fruit of enlightenment!” The tone of the master was still light, but I could hear a hint of emotion.

The fruit of the right way? Has Master Hong Ren finally achieved the fruit of the right way? I stared intently at the place where the five-colored Buddha light appeared. At this time, with the fifth golden sword falling, the figure of the lord of the new city also began to become nothing… but his unwilling gaze also fell on the five-colored Buddha light.

In the five-colored light, the blue light points kept rising, and in the process of rising, they kept gathering. Finally, when the height was already too high for us to see clearly, in the five-colored light, I finally saw a figure.

Was it Master Hongren? I couldn’t see his face clearly from such a distance, but I was convinced that it was Master Hongren! I could also clearly see him bow deeply in the direction of my master, who was also bowing in the Taoist manner.

Then, his eyes fell on the ferryman for a second, and then he looked up, and his figure gradually blurred and disappeared into the depths of the sky, the end of the Buddha’s light…

The chanting of the sutra continued, and with the last cry of the Lord of Xincheng, he was finally beheaded by the golden great sword.

This strong contrast and complex emotions left me unable to calm down for a long time. I was happy that Master Hongren finally achieved the right path and the right result, and I also sighed that the ambitious Lord of the New City ended up like this, and when he disappeared, not even the dancing fragments of his soul were left.

It was a more tragic disappearance than the soul flying apart.

The ferryman had always shown an astonishing calmness. It was only at this point that he stared at the Buddha’s light and finally let out a muffled cry, calling out softly, “Brother!”

Then he regained his composure. The master looked at the Buddha’s light, which was beginning to dissipate, and said, “Hong Ren probably never thought he would be able to achieve enlightenment, but in my Taoist view, there are three thousand paths, and he has also reached the pinnacle of the Buddhist path. He has been tempered to the extreme in a small hell, and he deserves to achieve enlightenment.”

The words of the master were resounding, and in return, the ferryman said thank you.

At this moment, Jueyuan, with tears in his eyes, took a few steps forward, sat down next to the place where Master Hongren had passed away, and suddenly began to recite the scriptures for the dead.

The scenery in front of him was still magnificent, but as Jueyuan performed the liberation, an even more spectacular scene appeared.

First, there was a loud burst of light behind Jueyuan. His power of chanting for salvation was manifested as visible golden energy. Then we saw the golden energy floating towards the large island and then dispersing…

Using it as a guide, golden energy began to float everywhere in the Wan Gui Zhi Hu Da Zhen, quickly flowing towards the island.

The biggest golden energy came from the ancient boundary stone. It suddenly became golden and then golden energy floated out in groups, also quickly rushing towards the island.

Finally, the five-colored Buddha light that was supposed to dissipate was actually condensed again, and a ray of Buddha light suddenly seemed to be heading towards the island.

The Grand Master’s expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said, “It seems that everything in the world cannot be calculated. I never thought that the Buddha’s light could be left in the Great Array of Heaven and Earth! It seems that this place has been blessed with this, and no one needs to worry anymore.”

“Grandmaster, what do you mean?” I was immersed in this magnificent scene, but I also heard the words of the Grandmaster and couldn’t help but ask.

The master-grandfather pondered for a long time, but in the end he did not answer me. He only said, “We’ll talk about it later.”

At this time, with the influx of golden light, the sound of Jueyuan’s solitary chanting was no longer heard in this world. It was as if there were thousands of voices chanting the sutra with Jueyuan.

A ghost floated up and walked towards the golden path between the boundary stone and the island, followed by more and more ghosts…

Everything in the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts had finally come to an end. I looked at my master, but my heart began to feel inexplicably uneasy.