Chapter 449 (1/2)
Eight hundred Li spring, Mengpo village.
Fahai went to Fengdu city to see the underworld, but it was only a moment, and the outside of Mengpo village was occupied by countless souls.
Mengpo soup needs to be boiled for seventy-seven to forty-nine days. At that time, I'm afraid that the whole 800 Li spring will be occupied by the dead.
Fahai is filled with the holy and solemn light of Buddha. The spirits of the dead automatically retreat to the left and right to make way for Fahai to pass.
After Fahai entered Mengpo village, Sanqi rushed over excitedly, ”Zhao Li, did the underworld really release you from Tiewei mountain?”
Zhao Li embarrassed smile, ”this is the merit of Bodhisattva.”
Sanqi then looked at Fahai and said with a smile, ”Bodhisattva, you are really powerful.”
”Sanqi, how's Mengpo village cooking?”
Fahai nodded with a smile and looked up at the steaming cauldron in Mengpo village.
Sanqi is jumping happily, ”Bodhisattva, the Mengpo soup made this time is extremely delicious, which has attracted all the dead souls from the 800 Li yellow spring.”
”That's good.”
With that, Fahai was puzzled when he looked at him expectantly.
”37, what can I do for you?”
”Bodhisattva, can you leave a few more drops of your blood in Mengpo village? Otherwise, if you leave, I will not be able to make the fragrant Mengpo soup.”
Sanqi said in a low voice.
”No way.”
Fahai shook his head and refused, ”the Buddhist blood of the poor monk is infinitely useful. If it is obtained by people with ulterior motives, I'm afraid it will cause disaster. What's more, Sanqi's body is afraid of Buddha's blood. It's also very dangerous for you to leave Buddha's blood behind. ”
”Ah, how can I cook such delicious Mengpo soup in the future?”
Sanqi was in tears.
Fahai said with a smile: ”the Buddhist blood of poor monk is very powerful. As long as you keep drinking water in the pot, Mengpo soup will not lose its wonderful taste in a hundred years. If you can't make real Mengpo soup in a hundred years' time, I will come back and give you a drop of Buddha's blood. ”
Hearing Fahai's words, Sanchi was happy.
Fahai sat on his knees in Mengpo village and recited the wonderful words of the true Buddha, ”today, I am a poor monk who is preaching Dharma in the eight hundred Li yellow spring. You and the dead can come to listen to it. I hope you can redeem your sins and reincarnate as soon as possible after listening to my wonderful method. ”
”Thank you, Bodhisattva.”
”Bodhisattva is merciful...”
Countless dead souls kneel down devoutly.
Fahai nodded, and then began to talk about Dharma. In a moment, the solemn and sacred light of the Buddha covered the 800 Li yellow spring, and countless dead souls became peaceful and quiet in the light of the Buddha, listening attentively to the Dharma truth.
The eight hundred Li spring is full of auspicious omens and Golden Lotus everywhere, which can be said to be extremely solemn.
Zhao Li bathed in the light of the Buddha. He sat cross legged and listened attentively to the Buddha.
Due to the lack of natural spirit, Sanqi has a very shallow understanding of Buddhism. However, she also listened very carefully.
In the blink of an eye on the 49th day of July.
At this time, the eight hundred Li yellow spring is full of dead souls listening to Buddhism.
Fahai said slowly, ”I hope you can reincarnate as soon as possible. It's very comforting to me.”
”We will certainly live up to the Bodhisattva's expectation, redeem our sins as soon as possible, reincarnate and become a new man.”
There is a part of the dead crying, full of remorse.
They have been cleansed by the water of the yellow spring, and only after hearing the Dharma of Fahai can they repent so sincerely. Because the soul of the dead, who can't cleanse himself of his sins, has already fallen in the yellow spring and can't extricate himself.
”Bodhisattva, you speak very well.”
Sanqi said to Fahai with a smile.
Fahai looked at her with a smile, ”Sanqi, you are the only Mengpo in 800 Li huangquan, but you have to cook Mengpo soup with heart.”
”Don't worry, Bodhisattva, I will.”
Sanqi nodded heavily.
”Forty nine days later, Mengpo soup has been made, so I took it to the waiting souls to drink, so that they can go to the underworld earlier.”
”OK, I'll go right now.”
Sanqi happily ran to Dading and began to distribute Mengpo soup.
Fahai took a look, then rolled up and left the eight hundred Li yellow spring to return to the world.
Jinshan Temple.
Today's Jinshan Temple can be regarded as a blessed place. The light of the Buddha shines everywhere, and the auspicious omens are constantly surging.
Zhao Li was so absorbed that he thought he had come to some immortal's land.