PFC Chapter 355 Collecting War Souls at the Border, Guiding to Rebirth
Chapter 355 Collecting War Souls at the Border, Guiding to Rebirth
As the sun began to set, several people leaped onto the back of a hawk in a secluded spot behind the temple, soaring straight into the sky.
A fierce wind howled, the sun was setting, and fluffy white clouds, tinged with red, flashed past them, signifying that they had arrived in the sky.
It's truly a case of "the sky's the limit," and now that we've finally left the capital, it's time to head home.
Wen Chengbin: "Grandmaster, where should we go first? You have to tell the eagle first, otherwise it might fly to the wrong place, which would be embarrassing, right, Brother Eagle?"
Eagle Brother: Master, I'm so sorry. After our grandmaster returned from the Yanqian Mountains, he gave me a lot of good things. So, our grandmaster gave me special treatment, and Eagle Brother has been learning about the places our grandmaster is going to.
Wen Chengbin, the master, sometimes deliberately withheld food from the eagle. When his master discovered this, he took the opportunity to get close to the eagle and successfully instructed it to fly for him a few times. Over time, their relationship naturally grew closer.
At this moment, without saying much, the grandmaster gently patted the eagle's back and pointed to the west. The eagle made a beautiful turn and flew straight to the west.
With the windproof and soundproof shield opened, the group felt incredibly relaxed. Now they didn't have to hold back when speaking, and they gathered around their master, bombarding him with a million questions.
In relaxed moments and with lighthearted topics, the master would occasionally slip in his own insights, spouting Zen sayings from time to time. After a flight, the group progressed from having only a slight understanding of Buddhist scriptures to being able to impress people to a certain extent. If they put in the effort, they could even debate for a few rounds, but that was about it.
The grandmaster accompanied the group in the air for several debates. Every time they got stuck, the eagle would shriek. If you listened carefully, it seemed as if the eagle was mocking the group for overestimating their abilities, for showing off their skills in front of an expert, or for trying to get themselves into trouble.
Sensing the eagle slowly descending, the group spread out their divine senses to search for it.
Finally, it landed at the foot of a mountain a few miles from the western battlefield.
The next morning, the master was definitely wearing a kasaya and dressed as a monk, while the other four were dressed as novice monks.
Since we've taken on this job, we should take it seriously. It's a good deed that will bring us good karma, helping the heroes from the battlefield return home.
The grandmaster led the four of them over the mountain and onto the road leading to the battlefield.
The war was over, and when the nearby villagers saw the group, especially their master's radiant robe, they all paid their respects.
Several young men surrounded an elderly man and started discussing it.
"Uncle Fang, is that the abbot of the temple?"
"Who are they?"
"Are they heading to the border? The war's over, what are they going there for?"
The old man squinted at the few people walking on the road.
Many years have passed since the last border war, and young people probably don't even remember it. Some children may not have even been born yet, so they don't know what it means for a temple abbot to appear on the border.
The old man instructed the young men, "Quickly, Da Wa, you guys help me up and go ask that abbot."
The grandmaster could see the old man and two young men walking towards them from afar.
The old man arrived before his master, stopped, and asked, "May I ask, Abbot, where are you headed?"
The kind-faced master replied, "Old man, we are heading to the border."
"May I ask, Abbot, are you the founder of Medicine King Valley?" The trembling voice betrayed the old man's hope.
The master, holding his prayer beads, murmured, "Amitabha, this humble monk is indeed Amitabha."
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately knelt down and performed a grand salute, saying, "Fang Dalin greets Grandmaster and thanks Grandmaster for saving my life back then."
The young men who were helping Grandpa Fang knelt down and bowed in respect.
Although the young men didn't know what was going on, it didn't stop them from joining the old man in expressing their respect for their master.
The grandmaster accepted the kneeling obeisance of the group and gestured for Ye Jingchuan to step forward and help the old man up.
"Old man, now that you know who I am, please do me a favor and ask your village chief to put in a word for me to provide free medical consultations in your village for three days starting tomorrow. What do you think?"
"Okay, okay." Grandpa Fang nodded hurriedly. "Big Brother, you guys take Grandmaster and take the shortcut to the border battlefield. Go quickly and come back quickly. Don't linger or bother Grandmaster. Remember that."
"Yes, I'll listen to Grandpa."
Next, the young men strictly followed Grandpa Fang's instructions and led their master and the others to the border battlefield via a shortcut. Before they could even accept Wenwen and her siblings' kindness, they turned around and ran away.
Wen Chengbin stared in disbelief: "What are they doing? They ran off so fast without even exchanging a few words."
Wenwen told a lame joke, "Second brother, you're not good-looking enough that they don't want to keep you alive for long."
"...I'm not a flower, why would I need to be so pretty?"
"Hehe, 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, lest they wither and fall, leaving only bare branches.' Second brother, you..."
"Alright, enough talk, let's get to work."
The grandmaster hurriedly interrupted the two siblings, otherwise, the two could have talked nonsense for three days and three nights.
Next, the master instructed the group to take several positions around him, forming a diagram.
"Alright, sit down and recite the scripture with me...￥@&……%￥%@......"
As the scriptures were repeated again and again, gusts of wind swept across the battlefield.
Even though the war has long ended and the battlefield has been cleaned up, the only things that still tell it's a battlefield are the stained red earth and the smell of blood. Everything else has returned to dust.
The wind rustled the grass, stirring up dust, and also stirring up the souls of heroes who sacrificed their lives on the front lines. Their souls searched for the points of light in the breeze, and the points of light guided them together toward the center of the symbol.
Ye Jingchuan and his siblings Wenwen were specifically responsible for creating light spots. Once they detected any signs of a soul, they would summon the light spots to guide the soul to them.
At this moment, the Grandmaster was at the center of the symbol, with a piece of Soul-Nourishing Wood placed in front of him. Every time the Soul-Nourishing Wood absorbed a soul, it would flash with a halo of light. The halo reflected on the Grandmaster's cassock, changing unpredictably and giving people a sense of desolation.
Time passed little by little.
Points of light kept appearing, guiding us.
The halo kept flashing and repeating.
As night fell, the battlefield was filled with points of light, which eventually covered the entire land and then the entire sky above the battlefield.
Until the glow of the Soul-Nourishing Wood completely faded, not a single soul was left behind.
Just as the grandmaster finished saying the word "end".
A light rain fell from the sky.
The rain pattered and rustled.
Like a soft sob, like the mournful cry of a loved one, the fine rain falls to the ground, seeps into the soil, penetrates deep underground, and accumulates into an inexhaustible source of water, nourishing and nurturing all things on earth.