I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

Under everyone's attention, Zhang Xuansheng folded his hands together, with compassion on his face, and then slowly spoke.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard what Zhang Xuansheng was chanting from the reader, like some kind of scripture, but it was difficult to understand the meaning.

Under the blessing of Xuanwu Tian's mana, Zhang Xuansheng's voice spread throughout the Snowy Moon Mountain.

What is peculiar is that even if the people present can not understand the meaning of the scriptures, they can feel the solemnity and compassion in it.

Zhang Xuansheng was reading the Ksitigarbha scripture at this time, and because it was pronounced in Sanskrit, it was normal for the monks present to not understand it.

As for why he would carry such things, I can only say that the days when he was kept in the safe house were really boring.

He doesn't know whether the Ksitigarbha scripture can save the souls of this world.

But he thinks that as long as he thinks it’s okay, it’s okay. ๑◡๑

"Look, what is that?"

A female disciple below suddenly said.

But even without her reminder, everyone noticed it.

As Zhang Xuansheng read, a golden light phantom gradually appeared behind him.

The golden light phantom is constantly expanding, reaching a height of tens of thousands of feet in the blink of an eye, and the light is more dazzling, shining on the earth.

People in several nearby states can see clearly.

Many civilians saw this vision and knelt to pray.

At this time, the Western Regions, in a palace.

A withered old monk flicked the hand of the rosary, suddenly stopped, opened his eyes, and looked east.

"Huiming, it's time for you to go down the mountain to practice."

The old monk slowly said.

A young monk outside the temple heard the words and bowed, then turned and went down the mountain.

On the square of the Moon God Palace, a group of people were surprised to find that a golden lotus lantern appeared nearby, like snow, slightly undulating in the air.

"This, this is the golden lotus for the world!"

Real Azure, who had never spoken, said excitedly.

"This is a scene that only appears when Buddhist disciples have great merit. Since the escape of the ancient Buddha millions of years ago, this scene has never appeared in the world. I did not expect to be lucky enough to see it today!

Real Man Tianqing saw that everyone was puzzled, and continued to speak, his voice a little excited.

"Isn't this boy a disciple of your Moon God Palace? How can you learn Buddhist scriptures?"

Zhen Mie Zhen asked with some doubts, and at the same time he had a bad feeling, as if the mission of the Immortal League today would be discounted.

Han Jiangxue's expression was calm, but there was also a stormy sea in her heart. She knew that Zhang Xuansheng was extraordinary, and her luck was also very comparable.

But he didn't expect that he would have such a vision just by chanting the scriptures at will to save the souls of the dead.

As for the scriptures of unknown origin, she thought it should be given by Liu Wuya. After all, that person had a lot of mess.

"This is what Xuansheng earned during his travels."

Han Jiangxue made up a reason at will.

In the air, under the golden light, Zhang Xuansheng appeared more and more sacred and solemn.

In the next moment, millions of dead souls sprang from him.

These dead souls who died due to floods no longer had resentment on their faces, but were full of peace.

They gathered here because of resentment, were trapped and cannot reincarnate in reincarnation, naturally it was extremely painful.

Twenty thousand years have passed, not so much that they hate the Xuanwu Dian who is causing the floods, but rather the self who hated Xuanwu Dian.

Because of resentment and obsession, this pain was extended for 20,000 years.

Now Zhang Xuansheng sent them to reincarnation, and was liberated from then on. Of course, they were full of gratitude at this time.

Xuanwu Qian was also grateful. The things he had done back then made him feel very guilty. Now that he can reincarnate these people safely, he can also settle his concerns.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the sky full of souls in front of him, and said: "Please heaven, open the door to life!"

By this statement, the people below were confused and shocked.

But this time, no one raised any questions, including the real person without water.

The ordinary disciples in the Moon God Palace also looked expectantly at the sky, looking forward to the further miracles of the younger brother.

Although the dead souls have been overtaken and the spirits of the dead souls have been resolved, the reincarnations of such a large number of dead souls can only wait for the power of the heavens and the earth to attract them.

The Gate of Resurrection is only a legend in the Nine Heavens Continent. It is said that some people will pass through a real gate when they are reincarnated in reincarnation.

Those who reincarnated from that door, the common people will be wealthy and healthy for a lifetime, and the cultivators will be talented and lucky.

It's just that no one has ever really seen that door.

Three hundred thousand years ago, the number one master of Jiuxiao Continent at that time was also unparalleled in luck and boundless merit.

Wanting to send his sons into the door of death, he set up a peerless array and resorted to defying methods, but he did not call out the door.

Zhang Xuansheng just opened his mouth and called, can he really succeed?

This is the doubt in the hearts of everyone present.

But in the next moment, a white spot of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

The spot of light slowly slid straight down, drawing a dazzling white line in the air.

"Kang Dang--"

There was a heavy sound from the sky and the earth, like a rusty door being slowly pushed open.

"Gosh, it really appeared!"

"Is that the legendary gate of death?"

"Can I go in together later, isn't the talent for cultivation in this world good?"

"If you want to go, I want to follow the younger brother."

"Yes, go by yourself."

The disciples of the Moon God Palace were discussing excitedly when they saw the door gradually appearing in the sky.

The real people of the Xian League, even though they had vaccinations in their hearts, still took a breath at this time, feeling incredible.

"Hey, there really are such people in this world."

Madam Tianqing sighed and exclaimed.

"Moon God Palace, luck is endless."

Zhen Mie Zhenren also agreed, congratulating Han Jiangxue.

Only the real person without water was a little embarrassed at this time and did not speak.

"It's okay. It's just that this young man's luck is against the sky. The Moon God Palace is still insufficient. As long as the Xuanwu Tribulation fails, this mission can still be successfully completed."

The real person Duan Shui thought in his heart. He thought that although Xuanwu Qian had a chance to overcome the calamity, the difficulty of the thunder robbery that had been suppressed for 20,000 years was not comparable to that of the ordinary thunder robbery, and the opponent might not be able to succeed.

At this time, the door to life had been half opened, and the holy and gentle rays of light spilled out, making some people close to feel comfortable and even breaking through the bottleneck faintly loosened.

Seeing this, the souls in the sky kowtow to Zhang Xuansheng to express their gratitude.

Zhang Xuansheng just smiled faintly and said, "Go."

He looked at the spirits who gradually walked into the door, and started to use both hands.

Point up to the sky with one hand and down to the ground with the other hand.

Heaven and earth, I alone dominate!

The phantom of the big Buddha behind him also moved with him, and the figure behind became more and more solid, and the golden light was surging, making it difficult for some disciples with a shallow cultivation base to open their eyes.

Some monks who were present at the scene of the tribulation period and above gradually saw the true meaning of the Buddha's phantom.

"how is this possible!"

Real person Duan Shui exclaimed first.

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