Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

On the deck, Wang Xuebin hugged his chest with his hands, frowned, and looked at the four banners lined up on the ground, silent.

There were sounds of footsteps in the cabin, and Wang Xuebin could hear it without looking back that it was Uncle Jiu coming.

"Guanlan..."

"Uncle Nine!"

Hearing the shouts, Wang Xuebin turned around, nodded slightly and greeted him without saying much.

Uncle Jiu saw Wang Xuebin standing there like a wooden stake, and was curious, so he walked forward and looked down.

Just a glance... dizzy, nauseous, sore and soft limbs, and a curse of a ghost sounded in his ears. He was sure that he saw the scene when he was tortured by slaughter...

"The Taishang Star, responding without stopping, exorcising evil spirits, protecting life and body, wisdom is clear, mind and mind are peaceful, three souls are eternal, souls are not lost, hurry up as the law and orders, and orders!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu collapsed to the ground due to the power of the banner, Wang Xuebin quickly pointed his hand and pointed his sword, chanting the mantra with his skills, and pointed it hard at Uncle Jiu's eyebrows.

Feeling the purity of the eyes coming from his eyebrows, Uncle Jiu quickly recited the mantra silently, calmed his mind and removed the external demons.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Uncle Jiu recovered and looked at Wang Xuebin with horror on his face, and asked with lingering fear:

"Guanlan, what evil thing is this?"

"Evil? It's quite evil..."

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, leaned over to help Uncle Jiu, and said softly:

"This is the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Ten thousand evil spirits are banned in each banner. If I guess correctly, Mr. Lin and his team set up the Luotian Grand Ceremony back then, with the purpose of fighting against this evil magic weapon..."

"What? Ten thousand evil spirits! This..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was stunned. He naturally would not be unclear about the meaning of ten thousand evil ghosts.

Evil?

How can something forged by millions of lives not be evil?

Although Wang Xuebin did not say it clearly, Uncle Jiu heard his unfinished intention. It is self-evident where millions of lives came from!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu was stunned. Wang Xuebin said something simple, but he felt that Wang Xuebin was expressing his dissatisfaction with himself and Lin Sir.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, pursed his lips, and paused his mouth again.

"What? Uncle Jiu, have you made a decision?"

When Uncle Jiu heard Wang Xuebin’s question, his body trembled.

He is different from Lin Sir. His feelings for Wang Xuebin are not fearful, but guilt. Because of his own, his parents died suddenly, his career was ruined, and his reputation was lost!

At least I have Forensic Chen and A Lian, and I still have some hope in the future, but Wang Xuebin is young and has nothing left!

This is also the reason why no matter how contrary to his principles, Wang Xuebin did, he never opposed it, but instead added protection and indulgence.

He always wants to compensate Wang Xuebin!

All kinds of magic, no matter how powerful or the secrets of good and evil are, and he will not be able to learn anything!

That is, Wang Xuebin lacks nothing, otherwise he would have hoped to lose all his money to make up for his guilt. At this time, he would be a little hard to speak out for his words to forgive the people of Japan!

"I..."

Wang Xuebin looked at Uncle Jiu's hesitant behavior, thinking that he hadn't thought it was done yet, raised his eyebrows and comforted softly:

"It's okay. If you haven't thought about it, think about it again. There's nothing important to do anyway, so don't worry!"

"No...I'm talking... Guanlan What do you think?"

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly when he heard this, turned his head to look at Uncle Jiu who didn't dare to look directly at him, and had an answer in his heart.

"I... I can't even put a single digit on them... Uncle Jiu, what are your thoughts?"

"I..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, plucked up the courage, and said softly:

"I think... Guanlan, if you have the ability, let's give the Japanese people a code...

The so-called injustice has its own faults, and the person who hurts you and me is a person in the magic world. If we want to take revenge, we should target the person in the magic world...

Leave the revenge of the magic world to me, and I promise you that I will never let them live a good life!"

As he said that, he took out a handwritten booklet from his arms, handed it to Wang Xuebin, and raised his head and said firmly:

"This is a magic called "Worshiping the Evil" created by my father back then, a magic that can completely eradicate the power of a country's cultivation!

There are three volumes of the Worshiping Method, and only two volumes have been successfully used, which has turned the Japanese Kingdom into what it is today.

If all three volumes are completed, the Japanese people will lose their ability to practice within ten years, and in twenty years, the Japanese people will no longer have the power to practice!

I will stay in Japan and complete this magic, not only to fulfill my father's will, but also to seek justice for you!

Guanlan...what do you think!"

Wang Xuebin looked up at the careful Uncle Jiu, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom in his heart, not because of Uncle Jiu and the others' choice, but because of their attitude.

This made him realize for the first time that the practice of isolating magic from ordinary people was not only to protect ordinary people, but also to protect practitioners.

When your power exceeds people's cognition, no matter whether they want it or not, deep in their hearts, they will unconsciously feel repulsive towards you.

Whether it is slandering, insulting, fear and awe, or staying away from it, various behaviors will only cause people to lose the foundation for harmonious coexistence with practitioners.

Even Uncle Jiu, who has a great knowledge of Taoism, can't face it calmly, how can anyone else do it?

Ho...sad...

Wang Xuebin took the book, read it casually, and nodded to Uncle Jiu and said:

"I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will solve it!"

As he said that, he had no intention of talking nonsense. He turned his head to look at the coastline not far away, then looked down at the flags on the ground. [Yanyu Hongchen Novel www.yyhc.info] Close his eyes lightly, fold his hands together, and recited aloud:

"I sincerely ask the great compassionate and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the suffering and the suffering!

I sincerely ask the great compassionate and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the suffering and the suffering!

I sincerely ask the great compassionate and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the suffering and the suffering..."

Wang Xuebin did not use the mysterious skills, but was just constantly visualizing the Dharma image of Guanyin that he had seen before.

He was dressed in white, had a barefoot, a white hairpin, and a clean bottle with his hands. He was gentle and elegant. As the picture he was visualizing became clearer and more vivid, the sky also shone with rays of light.

That is not the golden glow reflected by the sunset, it is more gorgeous and dazzling than the sunset. What comes with the sunset is a figure that appears at some time and how it appears.

The figure took a light step by step, and the lotus grew step by step, crossing the void and coming to Wang Xuebin.

But Uncle Jiu had never noticed these kinds of visions at all. He just looked at Wang Xuebin in confusion, wondering why he praised the holy name of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he didn't see that Wang Xuebin was like a Buddhist?

If you do not follow the Five Precepts, do not respect the Ten Virtues, and have never burned incense sticks on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, is it useful to cram the Buddha at this time?

As if he knew Uncle Jiu’s thoughts, Guan Shiyin couldn’t help but look down at her white feet, raised her eyebrows and showed a playful smile.

"What? Mr. Guanlan doesn't even burn incense on weekdays. Now I'm calling me to cram the Buddha's feet?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin stopped reciting the sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw a barefoot figure standing in front of him, holding the hem of his clothes, carefully looking at his feet.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin also smiled, took out a handful of incense and candles, shook it gently, and asked with a smile:

"Haha! How could you forget the Bodhisattva's meeting ceremony?

Don't worry! There is enough incense and candle tube in your hand!"