"Who am I? Even I have forgotten myself. I am just a poor person in this world."
As the old monk spoke, he shook his head gently, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking hard about this problem.
The inspector of the Yin Department looked at the old monk and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a little confused, thinking that there was something wrong with this bald donkey's head!
However, although this monk looked a little abnormal, the inspection did not dare to look down upon him.
He thought that only he and the ancient Miao people knew the secrets here, but today this monk appeared here inexplicably and opened his mouth to reveal the secrets here. How could he not be frightened?
"Don't pretend to be a ghost, who are you?" the inspector continued to ask the monk.
The monk raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes full of compassion.
Then the monk shook his head gently and said: "They are all pitiful people, and you are just a pitiful and humble reptile."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "Actually, they are all pathetic people. Even Ksitigarbha is a pathetic person."
"He felt that he could not become a Buddha because his great wish could not be realized. The great wish turned into obsession, so he could not become a Buddha. But he was wrong. His obsession was not to save all ghosts, but to become a Buddha.
, so he was wrong from the beginning, and he is destined to never become a Buddha."
The monk sighed softly as he spoke.
After hearing his words, the patrol inspector on the side could no longer remain calm.
He is the inspector of the underworld, so of course he knows what Ksitigarbha represents in the underworld.
But now the old monk in front of him was full of disdain when talking about Ksitigarbha, which made him afraid.
"You...who are you?" The inspector has already used the honorific title.
"I, I'm just a poor person who can't bear the demons in my heart." The old monk said slowly while shaking his head.
"The purpose of practicing Buddhism and chanting sutras is to liberate my inner demons, but in the end I discovered that these inner demons cannot be liberated, just like Ksitigarbha, who can never liberate the evil ghosts in the underworld. Becoming a Buddha is his greatest achievement.
inner demons."
"Then what do you think is the use of practicing Buddhism for so many years?"
After the monk said this, he looked up at the inspector who was extremely nervous.
After hearing what he said, the patrol inspector smiled bravely, bent down and clasped his fists and said, "Senior monk, you have profound Dharma. I am just a small patrol inspector. I really don't understand the meaning of Buddhism!"
This was what he said sincerely, because although the old monk with his eyes looked a little crazy, he was definitely not weak, and he could never defeat him on this small inspection tour.
Especially since the old monk was talking about Ksitigarbha, it made him break out in a cold sweat. Now he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to run away quickly.
"It's okay to talk. After all, you don't have many chances to speak." The old monk looked at the inspector with kind eyes.
Although the old monk looked kind at this time, like an eminent monk, upon hearing his words, the inspector already felt a strong murderous intention.
Now he has determined that this old monk wants to kill him.
Having figured this out, the inspector no longer dared to stay. Instead, he shouted loudly, jumped up high, turned into a black shadow in the air, and fled towards the distance.
"Amitabha, you are just a little ant, where can you escape to?"
The old monk looked at the escaping Yin Zai with a compassionate face, shook his head gently, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the void.
The next moment, the patrolling figure flying in the air suddenly paused, and then fell directly to the ground.
He climbed up on the ground in despair and looked back at the monk.
The opponent's strength was much stronger than his own, and he knew that he had no way to escape today.
But after all, he is an inspector of the Underworld. To be able to climb to this position, his mind is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Knowing that he couldn't escape today, the inspector was heartbroken, cursed angrily, and then raised his hand.
The next moment, a huge white bone hand appeared out of thin air in the air above his head.
The white bone claws are surrounded by streaks of black Yin Qi, which are the souls of the dead, constantly making unpleasant roars and howls.
"Bald donkey, suffer death!"
With no way out, the inspector rushed towards the monk.
The huge white bone claws above the head also clawed at the monk's bald head.
The monk did not move, but quietly looked at the inspector who rushed over, his face full of compassion.
The next moment, he turned his palm and a string of black rosary beads appeared in his hand.
Whoosh!
A rosary immediately flew up in his hand, and then flew towards the huge white bone claw.
After a moment, the rosary beads hit the bone-white claws.
There was a wave of breath, and the huge and shocking white bone claws were immediately torn apart by the rosary beads, turning into streaks of black Yin Qi in the air, and then disappeared.
At this time, the monk raised his hand again and pushed gently.
The inspector who was originally rushing forward suddenly stopped as if he was hit hard.
The next moment, the monk turned his wrist and turned his fingers into claws.
As he moved, the body of the patrolman obviously shrank in size and became rickety.
It was like an invisible hand in the sky grabbed his body.
In just a moment, the inspector's body exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air.
A yin spirit kept struggling in the air, and then flew towards the monk.
The monk smiled faintly, grabbed the patrolling Yin Shen, and then looked down.
"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. I have practiced Buddhahood for ten thousand years, but in the end I still cannot become a Buddha. If this is the case, then I will become a demon."
As he spoke slowly, he raised his arm, opened his mouth, and swallowed the patrolling Yinshen in one bite.
The monk who swallowed the patrolling ghost closed his eyes, as if tasting the taste of the patrolling ghost.
Time passed quietly, and the temperament of the old monk who originally gave people a kind and kind feeling seemed to have suddenly changed.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes turned blood red.
And he was filled with endless anger.
The old monk looked up at the sky and said slowly: "Jian will be reborn, Chiyou will be reborn, and Ksitigarbha will open up the underworld and the underworld. The two realms of yin and yang will be in chaos."
After the old monk finished speaking, he lowered his head, smiled, and glanced at his palm.
The palms that were originally as white as jade were now lingering with streaks of black mist, like devil's breath.
"Since there is going to be chaos, why not make it more thorough!"
After the old monk finished speaking, he waved his arm violently.
As he waved his arms, a strange breath rolled through the air.
And a stone door slowly appeared on the originally empty stone wall.
