In the Rakshasa Temple, in the Main Hall, the sound of reciting Buddhist sutras sounded continuously, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning. The sound of Buddha was loud, adding a lot of tranquility to the place. Song Ren saw the strange changes in the sky, but did not act. Regardless of any action, he sat quietly in front of the Tathagata Buddha statue with a solemn face, raised his hand and kept knocking the wooden fish, turning a blind eye to the blazing fire behind him where Yuan Niangzi was sealed, "At that time, the World Honored One, from the flesh bun, hundreds of precious lights emerged, "The Thousand-leaf Treasure Lotus, the Transformation Tathagata, is sitting in the treasure flower, and there are ten lights on the top, one by one." The pestle is all over the sky, and everyone is looking up, hugging with fear and love, asking for the Buddha's mercy, listening to the Buddha with one heart, without seeing the top image, the Tathagata radiating light, pronouncing the divine mantra." This is the tenth time Song Ren has finished reciting the great mantra. After reciting the Shurangama Sutra, his expression became more gloomy and the sadness in his eyes became more obvious. No one knew why his eyes showed sadness, and no one knew. Song Ren recited the sutra. Why did his face burst into tears when he raised his head to look at the seated statue of Tathagata? Song Ren wiped his eyes lightly and looked motionlessly at the Tathagata's compassionate eyes. His body trembled slightly, "Tathagata, if you are a true Buddha, There is such great compassion, why did he die? "Why am I still alive? Why did he lose his soul?" A Buddhist disciple dares to speak like this to the true Buddha Tathagata. It is already disrespectful. No matter which monk he is, he would not dare to speak like this. However, this Song Ren dared. Not only did he dare, but his eyes were full of questions. He suddenly stood up, picked up the wooden fish, hit the head of the seated Tathagata hard, and yelled like crazy: "Tathagata, I'm asking you, why don't you answer me." There was a little scarlet in the tiger's eyes, and he suddenly let out a sob, and sat down heavily on the futon. Song Ren's face was full of tears, but there was something in his mouth. He laughed wildly, held his head tightly with both hands, and roared, "Tathagata, since you say you are a great merciful person and a true Buddha, why don't you get rid of these demons?" "If it weren't for these demons and monsters, He will not die in this world, you know, he will not die." As he finished speaking, a strange scene suddenly flashed through his mind. Once upon a time, there was a bright moon in the sky, and there were only two people sitting quietly in the main hall, under the lamp. The dim light kept swaying, and the young monk asked: "Why doesn't the Buddha help us, why doesn't the Bodhisattva help us, why don't all the gods and Buddhas in the sky help us." The old monk smiled lightly, shook his head, and whispered: "The sky is full of gods and Buddhas. , will not save you, will not save me, will not save the common people, the only one who can save us is ourselves." Hearing this, the young monk asked urgently: "In this case, what is the use of chanting sutras every day? What's the use of talking about Amitabha every day?" The old monk shook his head again: "Buddha said, you can't say it. One day, you will understand." Seeing that the old monk did not answer him, the young monk lowered his head in despair. After walking out of the main hall, the old monk tapped the wooden fish, looked up at the Tathagata Buddha statue, and said with a smile: "Buddha, you have already helped us, and spreading the Dharma is not a way to save the lives of the people. " "The common people have no regrets in this life. If they die, this is their fate." The image flashed in his mind was fleeting, but this short image was no less than a wake-up call for Song Ren. It seemed that he understood, what It¡¯s called true compassion. The Buddha didn¡¯t save the world, but he spread the Dharma in the hope that the world would save itself. But the world is so ignorant that they don¡¯t practice Buddhism and don¡¯t know how to save themselves. They can only hope that gods will help them day and night. They are ignorant and ignorant. ¡° Disciple is disrespectful, disciple is disrespectful. "Song Ren stood up and with a muffled thud, he knelt in front of the seated statue of Tathagata. He looked at Tathagata's everlasting eyes and the everlasting compassion in Tathagata's eyes. His heart felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. After knocking for a few times, a feeling of shame emerged spontaneously. Song Ren kowtowed three times, making a loud bang on the floor, and cracks were made in the floor tiles. After the ceremony, he stood up, with a bruise on his forehead and dripping with blood, "Stinky monk, ,,. "A shrill scream suddenly rang out in the main hall. It was the suppressed Lady Yuan. She came out of the Eight Vajra Prisons and used the power of Infinity to suppress the original Lady Yuan, which she could still do for a while. But Mrs. Yuan received Yuan Yan's origin energy and doubled her strength. The time of this suppression was also shortened."Many," Mrs. Yuan's voice can be heard, which means that the seal that suppresses her is about to be broken, "Boom,,." With a deafening sound, the raging fire suddenly went out, and all the iron layers and iron ropes were broken free. Turned into ashes, Lady Yuan's figure was slowly revealed. She was still as before, her red robe was like blood. She couldn't see any injuries. It seemed that she was not injured at all. Lady Yuan looked at Song Ren with a sneer. A trace of poisonous color flashed in his eyes, and he began to think in his heart, "This smelly monk's strength is extraordinary. If it is an ordinary fight, I will die and he will be seriously injured in the end. But if I fight with my life and take advantage of him, I should Being able to take him to the underworld together. Thinking of this, Mrs. Yuan rushed towards Song Ren without hesitation. Her red robe turned into red light, her speed reached the extreme. For the great cause of returning to the world, having other brothers is enough. Third brother I am lonely in the underworld, I have to go and accompany him, "Namo Amitabha" Seeing this scene, Song Ren had no intention of evading, but stood on the spot with his hands clasped together and chanted the Buddha's name. When he saw Mrs. Yuan, his eyes gradually became clear. The soft pink light emitted was the aura of lust, and it was constantly gathering. Song Ren knew very well that Mrs. Yuan was going to fight hard. "Brothers, Uncle Qi and Uncle Bing, you can't lose. I tried my best." Song Ren smiled. , slowly closed her eyes, "Since she wants to fight, then I will fight her, try my best to control her, and then wait for the others to control the situation and slay the demon together. "In this battle, there is no right or wrong, There is no so-called benevolence and righteousness to save the common people. The only purpose is to protect loved ones, family members, and brothers from harm. Fighting is just for yourself. At this moment, in the main hall, a soft yellow light suddenly lit up, Buddha The unique aura of the family bursts out from these soft lights. If you look closely, you will see that in the soft light, there are all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the Great Sun Tathagata, the eight great Bodhisattvas, and the five hundred Arhats. These are not their true identities. The body is not a clone of the gods and Buddhas, but a phantom, an ordinary phantom, like a statue. But the Buddha energy in their bodies has been incredibly pure. The gods and Buddhas all stood in a row behind Lady Yuan. In a row, only Tathagata was sitting in the center of the gods and Buddhas without standing. His eyes were all fixed on Song Ren, with a smile on his lips and a look of relief in his eyes. Song Ren stood solemnly, clasped his hands, and bowed deeply to Tathagata. As she bowed down, it was as if time had been suspended. Lady Yuan's figure was frozen in place, unable to move. A sound of Buddha's voice seemed to come from the nine heavens, echoing endlessly, "Arhat worships Buddha."