The Yankou ritual has always been one of the highlights of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly, and its source can be traced back to the "The Buddha's Sutra on Saving the Hungry Ghost of Yankou".

It is said that one day, Venerable Ananda was practicing in a quiet room. At midnight, an ugly and terrifying hungry ghost came to the door. The hungry ghost spat out flames and called it the flame mouth.

Yankou told Ananda that he would die in three days and would fall into the realm of hungry ghosts and would not be reborn. Ananda was very scared when he heard this and asked the Buddha for advice. So the Buddha preached his mantra of changing food, allowing him to give charity to countless hungry ghosts in just one meal, so that all hungry ghosts can be free from their suffering body and thus be reborn in the Pure Land.

Ananda's ritual for saving hungry ghosts has gradually evolved into a fixed ritual for offering food, which has been passed down to this day.

As for why Ning Yan knows so well about Yankou rituals-

I also owe it to the strange young man who was chattering around him.

"I think that the King of Flame Ghost might be manifested by the Buddha, and is specially used to test Venerable Ananda. What do you think?"

I think? I think you are a little bit sick!

Ning Yan's forehead was leaping with blue veins, and he quietly moved his cushion to the side.

Next to him, a talkative young man was sitting at this time, with a handsome man with a beehive arm and a handsome waist, but his eyebrows were engraved with vertical pupils. With his lazy temperament, he looked like a young man with a sky-like eye on his forehead.

Ning Yan didn't know what this person was wrong. As soon as he sat down, he took the initiative to post it and talked. The other party understood the social awesomeness.

Dislike people who have no sense of boundaries.

When the young man saw Ning Yan not answering, he suddenly slapped his forehead and realized it, "I almost forgot to report myself after talking for so long. It's really a bit rude. No wonder my brother is unhappy! Get to know Tianying Castle, Ke Guowen."

The other party said this to this point, but if he ignores it, he will become his own fault. Ning Yan sighed and replied: "Mingzhou, Ning Yan."

Ke Guowen smiled and bowed his fists generously and said, "It turns out that Brother Ning is in front of me, I have long admired you!"

My first time in Gyeonggi Province, you're so damn...

Ning Yan's face was dark, and Ke Guowen continued, "Mingzhou... I remember being in Gangnam Road, right? If you want to do business or travel around the world, it is not a good time to approach the end of the year. Why did Brother Ning come to Gyeonggi Road at this time?"

"Because I'm arrested, I have no choice."

"Hahaha, Brother Ning is so funny!" Ke Guowen patted Ning Yan's shoulder, and tears were almost coming out of his eyes: "It's a pity that there is no wine here, otherwise he would have to drink a drink with Brother Ning!"

Ning Yan turned his head and looked at the big hand that was naturally placed on his shoulder, and said helplessly: "Brother Ke is so cheerful?"

Ke Guowen shook his head and said, "If you share people, you can drink a thousand cups of wine, and you don't have to say anything more than half a sentence."

"For the first time I met, how do you know if you are speculating with me?"

"I just look at the few steps Brother Ning came in and knew that Brother Ning must have a very clever body technique, and his body was extremely thick in blood. He was clearly a master of foreigners." Ke Guowen paused, his eyes flashed, and a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth: "Yesterday, he smashed Guo Yan's Dharma image with one punch in Baixi Washe, that's Brother Ning."

Ning Yan glanced at him in surprise, but unexpectedly, this incident spread all over the night.

"Why, you want to get the place back for him?"

"I am not close to Cui Yan and I, why do this thankless thing?" Ke Guowen said: "Besides, he has been following the grassland girl all day long, and has lost all the face of the Great Zhou people and taught a good lesson."

Then he began to talk about the interesting things about the Water and Land Dharma Assembly in the past few days. Which master relied on his magical power to trespass into the inner world and was tied up and sunk into the Bian River? Whose daughter, who was in love, had a love affair with her lover and had a storm, and it was mostly trivial matters.

Ning Yan was not very interested in this kind of gossip. He basically went into the left ear and came out of the right ear, and he said perfunctory from time to time. Suddenly, Ke Guowen's words stopped and his eyes were full of excitement: "Here's here!"

"What's coming?" Ning Yan said inexplicably.

"Yankou." Ke Guowen turned his head in confusion: "Brother Ning came when he didn't know anything?"

While the two were talking, several monks were wearing three clothes and entering the altar, holding yellow paper, gold furnace, water-cleaning willow branches, etc. for the rituals in their hands. They soon set up an altar in the center, and the outer circle around them was made of sandalwood to form a bonfire.

After the monks entered the venue, a young man dressed in an actor walked into the door. He was dressed in white and was quite tall. He had a wooden mask tied to his head, which was painted as a hungry ghost.

Ning Yan noticed that the actor's pace was very distinctive, and he was in a mess as he walked, as if he was dancing and making a tantrum, which was extremely strange.

Ke Guowen whispered: "Since Brother Ning knows nothing about Yankou rituals, I will follow me later. The opportunity is rare. The three monks who presided over the rituals are all celebrating the Nan'an Temple. The mantras they uphold can point directly to their original hearts, and will be of great help to our warriors to resist the inner demons and improve their martial arts."

Ning Yan raised his eyebrows, saying that the old monk just now had some reason to accept him fifty taels. No wonder there were almost all warriors here, and even ordinary people couldn't see them.

But he is different from them. Does his inner demon still have to resist?

They are already riding their faces, and it seems that it is not bad whether they can resist or not.

As the monk chanted the chanting, the bonfire suddenly ignited, and wisps of blue smoke floated from the golden furnace. Ke Guowen gave Ning Yan a look, and Ning Yan immediately understood and sat around the bonfire with him.

"Namo Sabi, Tathada..."

The three monks on Leo began to recite the mantra, while the rest of the monks mixed rice, pasta and water into all directions, and the actor finally started to move.

He danced a prayer dance around the bonfire with his bare feet, his figure swaying like a dragon.

Ning Yan's attention was still on the three monks at first, but slowly, he was attracted by the actor's dance and looked at each other in a daze. In a trance, his thoughts became higher and higher, and his pupils gradually dissipated.

I don't know how long it took, but a voice suddenly burst into his ears.

"Ning Yan... Ning Yan! Stop sleeping, wake up!"

Ning Yan trembled all over and hurriedly came back to his senses, and saw that the person in front of him was Bi Yuewu.

"When will you..."

Bi Yuewu pushed his shoulder, with an unprecedented anxiety in his tone, and hurriedly said: "I don't have time to say so much, let's go!"

Go? Where to go?

Ning Yan had not figured out the situation yet. The next moment, Bi Yuewu seemed to suddenly feel something, grabbed him and threw it.

With a click, Ning Yan broke through the white banner and fell out of the mandala. He stumbled on the ground and rolled several times before he stopped. However, when he looked up, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and could not speak.

Under the scarlet sky, the water and land pharmacists had been stained with blood, and the earth was burned by flames and cracked. The pilgrims were frightened and didn't care about the scorching soles of their feet being burned by Mars. They rolled and crawled and dodged the flints falling from the sky. If they were not careful, they would be smashed into their intestines and broken limbs, like purgatory on earth.

Following the direction of Bi Yuewu's arrival, looking around, the God-Eating Powerful Man who was dismantled into pieces, Wang Ren died with his eyes open, and Wu Qing, whose limbs were broken... Everyone Ning Yan knew died in front of him, all the tragic situations were shocking.

How could this happen...How could this happen!

Ning Yan opened his mouth wide, but his throat felt as if he was strangled by an invisible hand. After all, he could not make any sound and could only breathe heavily.

The biting cold invaded his whole body. He turned his head stiffly. Just as he was about to ask Bi Yuewu for the reason, a fire-like escape light suddenly fell from the sky and fell straight into the small altar.

boom!

A familiar roar suddenly erupted, and the rolling waves of fire instantly burned all the white banners around the altar. Amid the swaying fire, a man wearing a hungry ghost mask slowly stood up straight, and the hideous giant sword on his shoulder was Ning Yan's sword Qiu Shui.

Ning Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the other party's mask.

The one above describes...Yankou Ghost King?!

Bi Yuewu coughed heavily, and the blood immediately dyed his mask red, and he looked at Ning Yan with all his strength.

"Escape quickly..."

The King of Yankou Ghost stepped on Bi Yue's aconite and interrupted his words. Without saying a word, he twisted the sword hilt and expanded. The violent fire snake wrapped around him, and the inscription on Qiu Shui Sword suddenly lit up!

Ning Yan was shocked and rushed towards the other party, angrily saying, "Dare you dare?!"

The Ghost King turned his head and glanced at him, waved Qiu Shui without any hesitation, and beheaded with a sword!

Gulong, Gulong.

Bi Yuewu's head rolled to Ning Yan's feet, and Ning Yan's legs were soft and staggered and almost fell to the ground. He seemed to have been drained of strength, and he squatted down in a daze, holding Bi Yuewu's head with trembling hands.

After a long time, Ning Yan slowly raised his head, his cold eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said word by word: "I will kill you!"

"Kill me?"

Standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, the Yangu Ghost King spoke for the first time, slowly took off his mask with one hand, revealing a face that was exactly the same as him.

"What are you killing me with? Demon Heart Tribulation!"
Chapter completed!