The sunken spiritual consciousness became more and more chaotic, and it seemed that there was a layer of blood-colored darkness in front of me. In a daze, I seemed to see a thin little girl with a slim body and yellow hair, staggering towards a middle-aged man with a blank expression and a haggard look.

The little girl's chapped lips opened and closed, as if she was calling "Dad". The middle-aged man was expressionless and slowly pulled out a sharp knife stained with black blood from behind, with a faint cold light shining on the tip of the knife.

Beside him, in a dark iron pot, the yellow soup was rolling "gurgling".

"No, no..."

Chen Luo watched the man's Adam's apple roll, and the sharp knife in his hand pushed towards the little girl's shriveled chest little by little. The remaining reason finally got out of control.

The next moment, the blood-colored wave that surged around suddenly doubled. The golden light that could have competed with it collapsed suddenly, and the power of the dim consciousness was instantly defeated.

His sea of ​​consciousness was covered with blood, and the soulless man was frozen in place and could not move. Half of his body had turned blood, and a large amount of blood and energy continued to surge, invading towards his head.

But his body was still in a position of sticking out one arm and trying to block it.

"After thinking of this, you still have some kindness, which is great good." At this time, a sigh came faintly.

When the dim consciousness was about to fall, I suddenly saw a dim light lit up in front of me, floating towards him leisurely...

The light was as small as a bean, but it was bright and undying in the blood and energy of the sky. Not only was it not eroded, it had the power to retreat in a small space, blocking the blood and energy around it.

As the light continued to approach, the blood and energy around him disappeared a little, and the blood that had sunk into his body also faded to his waist.

His spiritual sense has returned to a hint of clarity, and then he can see clearly that it is not a light that is approaching him, but a figure emitting white light all over his body.

The man looked like he was in his 80s, with a small body, thin cheeks, a pair of white eyebrows in his lying silkworms, a pair of eyes under him, a bridge of his nose, a thick lips, and a kind-hearted eyebrows and kind eyes.

He was wearing a red cassock and a Vairocana crown on his head, looking like he was dressed in a monk.

"Who is the donor? Why did he fall into this maze of hell?" the old monk stood in front of him and asked.

Shen Luo's eyes were tightly frowning, and there was no answer.

The old monk appeared out of thin air in his sea of ​​consciousness. It was really strange. Chen Luo was even a little worried. He was transformed by the soul of Xu Kun and deliberately harmed him.

"Be careful. Looking at your soul breath, it seems to have the foundation of the Huangting Sutra. Could it be that he was born in Fangcunshan?" The old monk didn't mind and continued to ask.

When Chen Luo heard this, he didn't dare to use his divine thoughts to investigate at first, but now he broke the can and threw it away, so he simply investigated the old monk.

But when his divine thoughts fell on the old monk, a mysterious sound sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the sound of Buddha's chanting echoed around. A gentle force suddenly enveloped his soul villain, causing all the blood and energy stained on his body to scatter.

"I didn't expect that the donor is still a wise person, but he is destined to be with our Buddhist school." The old monk seemed a little surprised and said.

"Dare you dare to ask about the monk's Dharma name?" Chen Luo did not dare to be negligent at this time and asked hurriedly.

"I see the power of Ksitigarbha, and the sand disasters of the Ganges River are hard to say. In one thought, I will benefit the human and heavenly beings in great importance." The old monk did not speak, but a Buddhist chant echoed in the sinking sea of ​​consciousness.

"It turns out that it is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I am rude." Chen Luo woke up after hearing this, and the soul-souled villain immediately clasped his hands together.

"No wonder, no wonder, the donor has not said anything yet, but the disciple of Fangcunshan?" the old monk did not deny it and continued to ask.

"Even my younger generation, Chen Luo, has not officially joined the gate of Fangcunshan, but his supernatural powers have come from the seat of the Bodhi Patriarch." Chen Luo said.

"Why did you fall here?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned and said when he heard this.

Chen Luo thought about it and immediately told the story of Wuzhuangguan and his subsequent experience.

After hearing this, the old monk was speechless for a long time, and then he slowly said: "Is it really a fate of heaven that the heavens should pass through this disaster?"

"Buddha, why did you say this?" Chen Luo said in confusion.

"All kinds of cause and effect, and fate make people suffer. I will fall into hell and make great wishes in order to resolve the disasters of sentient beings, transform the grievances of the three realms, and avoid the loosening of the seal. But in the end, it will be difficult to escape this disaster." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said slowly.

After saying that, his eyes fell on Shen Luo, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a flower fell before his eyes, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the eyes of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but at the moment of looking at each other, it seemed as if he saw a sea of ​​stars.

After a moment, he seemed to have just been in a daze, and the stars in front of him disappeared again.

However, the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha in front of him took two steps back before stabilizing his body again. The white light on his body immediately became a little dimmed.

"Buddha……"

Chen Luo vaguely guessed what he should have done to himself just now.

"It's not hindering, it's not hindering... It seems that you can get here, but it's a pity that I am now like a candle in the wind, and can see some past and some psychedelics, but I can't see too far the future. Your body... Time is very chaotic, cause and effect... It's better not to say it, maybe you are the biggest variable." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said slowly, ignorant of joy or sorrow on his face.

The more I listen to the sinking, the more confused I feel.

"Bodhisattva, what do you mean by what you said?" Chen Luo couldn't help but say.

"It's not to be said. Once the time comes, you will know it yourself. If the time is not right, revealing the secret of heaven will only attract more variables. Forget it, I will break the previous precept and bet once today." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Before Chen Luo asked anything, the sound of chanting became louder and louder, but the white light on the old monk in front of him lit up again, and as the sound of chanting continued to increase, it became brighter and brighter.

It was just that the sunken light could be seen that the light at this moment was more like a little embers that bloomed before the fire burned out.

As the white light became brighter and brighter, the old monk's figure gradually became blurry, and the vast blood and energy that fell into the sea of ​​consciousness were completely swallowed up by the white light and all melted away.

The falling soul villain was bathed in this white light, warm all over his body, and the lost soul power began to quickly replenish. The virtual light on his soul condensed, and a golden and red robe gradually appeared.

"This is……"

Chen Luo could not understand at this moment that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva saved his soul power to him.
Chapter completed!