The next day.

The entire Chang'an City, from the imperial palace to the government, from the residences of high-ranking officials to the houses of common people, was hung with white lanterns in all streets and alleys, and the whole city was covered with mourning.

During the whole day, fireworks are prohibited for one day, and fires are not allowed to be made in the city to make food, and cold food is sacrificed.

At the end of the evening, there were still night bells in the city, and the markets were closed early and curfew entered. People could only move around the courtyard and not step on the main roads in the city.

In the square in front of the imperial city, hundreds of monks from Xiangguo Temple sat cross-legged on the ground. Each of them was lit with a lotus-shaped oil lamp, holding a wooden fish in their hands, and chanting the mantra of rebirth while tapping.

On the altar in the center of the square, there is a wooden altar, three feet high. On it are six monks from Baoxiang Temple, Huasheng Temple and Jinshan Temple, who are also chanting scriptures with their hands.

Among them, Chan'er, who looked young, also changed into a brocade robe. Because he was still young, he was particularly prominent among the few people.

Such chanting lasted for a full hour.

It was not until the hour of Hai that the ritual here ended, and the monks began to march on every road in the city with lotus lanterns in their hands, summoning the souls of the people who died tragically in various parts of the city along the way.

As the lights light up everywhere in the city, figures of resentful souls that describe terror began to appear. Some were already distracted and floating behind the monks in a daze, while others were still crying and crying, their voices were like whispering, densely packed...

In addition, some resentful souls have turned into wandering spirits and want to attack the monks, but are repelled by the light emitted from the lotus lantern.

These lotus lanterns are all eternal lamps invited from Baoxiang Temple. The lamp oil burned inside is the added lamp oil from thousands of believers. After several attacks, the evil spirits not only failed to hurt the monks, but instead purified the light of the lights. The black evil energy around the body gradually peeled off, slowly revealing its true colors.

However, some evil spirits were already rich, such as water wells and ice bins, and some evil spirits could not be purified by eternal lamps. In the end, they were all killed by the monks arranged by the government.

As midnight approaches, Shen Luo, Bai Xiaotian and some imperial officials stand on the head of the north city gate and look into the city from afar.

Although the people were not allowed to go out of the yard in the city, there were still some fires in the yard, but the people were spontaneously paying homage to their relatives and neighbors who died in this disaster.

I don’t know which workshop, a paper-made Kongming lantern was first launched into the sky, followed by a series of Kongming lanterns that conveyed the grief of the living flying from various markets.

The white lights jumped into the sky, staggered in height, echoing the stars in the sky, as if they also connected a bridge of communication between heaven and man, and also slowly drifted towards the north of the city.

Shen Luo's gaze slowly fell, and he saw that near the city gate, the monks who were parading were lined up on both sides of the road. On the main road in the middle, there was only a small lonely shadow, wearing a cassock, holding Buddhist beads, and lowering their heads to recite scriptures.

Behind him, hundreds of thousands of ghosts were floating densely, following his footsteps towards the outside of the city.

Tens of thousands of ghosts gathered together. Even if it was just ordinary ghosts without evil thoughts, the evil spirit condensed by them had reached a terrifying level, which ordinary people could not withstand.

However, at this moment, Chan'er emitted a hazy white light, which was as soft as the moonlight, but with a hint of warmth, like a candlelight in a cold night, illuminating the way forward for these ghosts.

Chan'er slowly passed through the Chang'an city gate. The moment he stepped out of the door hole, a light suddenly gathered under his feet, and a golden lotus appeared. After that, every step he took, a golden lotus appeared on the ground.

At this moment, he was truly like the Buddha's disciple Jin Cicada, who was reincarnated with the Buddha's light and saved all sentient beings.

When everyone on the front of the city saw this, they thought it was the immortals and Buddhas who appeared, and they all bowed to them.

I saw Chan'er leading all ghosts out of the city gate. A hundred feet away from the city, layers of night fog suddenly rose on both sides of the road, and leafless flowers bloomed in the fog, swaying abnormally.

Chen Luo recognized at a glance that those flowers were the other side flowers that were only found in the dark land.

Chan'er walked to the place where the fog was connected a hundred feet away, stopped and stopped moving. She just folded her hands and the light on her body became brighter and brighter.

The ghosts who followed him all the way floated forward one after another, bypassing his body like rivers and walking into the fog, and disappeared one by one.

However, at this moment, a strange light suddenly flashed on the Buddhist beads worn on Chan'er's chest, and a blood-colored mist surging out, spreading to all directions, submerging Chan'er and hundreds of ghosts.

"No, something happened." Seeing this, Chen Luo's expression suddenly changed and his body jumped out of the city.

His steps rushed down the city wall, stepped heavily on the city wall, and jumped up, and his whole body rushed into the ghost like an eagle and falcon, rushing towards Chan'er's direction.

The surrounding ghosts were affected by blood mist, and the originally orderly state reversed instantly. The originally green pupils of a large number of ghosts suddenly turned blood red, and they turned directly from ghosts into evil ghosts.

I noticed the magnificent spirit breath in the city, and these dead spirits transformed into evil ghosts rushed back towards the city gate like hungry beasts.

Wherever he passed, it seemed like a plague spread. A large number of ghosts turned into evil ghosts in an instant, and for a moment, the entire city gate was in an out of control.

The monks of Baoxiang Temple in the city gate immediately held magic weapons and rushed out of the door. Elder Chushi and his men flew to the front and recited the mantra of rebirth and the mantra of meditation in their mouths, trying to soothe these ghosts.

However, the ghosts infected by the blood mist seemed to be unable to hear these Buddhist scriptures and still rushed backwards, turning more and more ghosts into evil spirits.

"Disciples of Baoxiang Temple, set up the formation." Zen Master Lude shouted loudly when he saw this.

All the monks of Baoxiang Temple jumped out, lined up in a row, built a human wall, and cut the entire army of ghosts, while preventing subsequent ghosts from leaving the city, while preventing the evil spirits from counterattacking in front.

These monks knocked on the wooden fish and other magical instruments in their hands, and the mantras chanted in their mouths also changed from the mantra of rebirth to the mantra of subduing demons. All the sounds mixed together and turned into solemn Sanskrit sounds.

The sound of the Sanskrit sounds went from weak to strong, and one louder than another, gradually turned into a tsunami, turning into a wave of translucent sound waves, rushing towards the surging evil spirits.

The moment the evil ghosts rushed into the range of the sound waves, they all seemed to crash into an invisible air wall, and the forward momentum suddenly stopped.

However, the evil ghosts are fierce and fierce, and when the forward rush is blocked, they are even more fierce and continue to collide with fearlessness. The combined force is greater and greater every time.
Chapter completed!