There is a strong smell of decay in the depths of the prison land, turning into billowing black mist covering the heaven and earth. It not only robs the vitality around the world, but also seems to corrode the emperor's immortal divinity. Cruel and tyrannical laws and regulations are intertwined between the heaven and the earth, like black
The sky fell like raindrops, turning the world into a terrifying hell.
Weird and cruel laws and regulations are intertwined in the four directions of heaven and earth, turning into swords, blood mills, seas of fire, and cold waves, destroying the creatures imprisoned here all the time.
For millions of years.
I don’t know how many souls were buried here, and even the Great Emperor and the Holy Emperor were filled with hatred.
At this moment, a prison thousands of miles away in the darkness was suddenly filled with a strong atmosphere of Buddhism, accompanied by colorful and soft Buddhist light.
The faint rhythm of Buddhist singing came.
Qin Shi saw the law suddenly fly away, and the aura of the law on his body suddenly surged, like a knife splitting the prison law in front of him. King Yu was overjoyed when he saw it, and did not follow him. Instead, he held a giant ax and killed
The two Heavenly Saint Emperors were chasing after them.
"No, let them find it, stop them quickly."
The old Celestial Saint Emperor said anxiously. He stopped rowing at this moment and suddenly attacked King Yu.
"It doesn't matter if you find it, you can't escape anyway."
The middle-aged Celestial Saint Emperor said, not looking anxious at all, but very calm.
From the outside, this prison looks no different from other prisons, but inside it is burning with raging fire.
Fierce fire can destroy heaven and earth.
In the extremely terrifying fire, stood awls that were burned red. The awls were long and sharp, and their tips shone with a strange black light in the sea of fire.
But on the strange fire cone, there was a young monk sitting cross-legged.
The monk's clothes were ragged and tattered, and he was already half-clothed. But in the blazing fire, he still sat quietly cross-legged, with his palms clasped in front of his chest. Although there was some pain on his face, he still had compassion in his heart.
Unchanged, silently enduring the burning of the fire and the stinging of the fire cone...
A pair of eyes were gouged out at some point, and golden blood flowed in the hollow eye holes.
His hands, feet, lumbar vertebrae and pipa bones were all locked with a black iron chain, locking him in the middle of the sea of fire. The sharp cone of fire under him not only penetrated his thighs and calves, but also penetrated
Stock department...
Black matter kept pouring out of the fire cone, flowing crazily into his body, ravaging his body.
Black mist could be faintly seen escaping from his body.
And on his back, there was actually an extremely majestic mountain. The mountain was dark, ferocious, and exuded a strange aura.
In fact, these are not mountains, but painful souls.
The painful souls are so densely packed that they are countless, and each one wants to struggle out of the "mountain". However, they do not know that struggling out of the "mountain" is not liberation, but destruction.
From time to time, painful souls fall from the "mountain" into the sea of fire, but in an instant they become a faint wisp of blue smoke.
Although he has escaped from the "sea of suffering", he is heading towards death.
The "mountain" was very big, towering, and heavy. It pressed heavily on the monk's back. Not only did it bend his waist, but it also pressed his lower body into the sharp cone of fire. If there were no mountain on his back,
Heavy "mountain", perhaps he could sit steadily on the tip of the fire cone without suffering the terrible stinging pain.
but.
He never put down the "mountain" on his back...
If he put down the "mountain", not only would it be much easier, but he might also be able to escape from the sea of fire. However, even though he endured endless pain and all kinds of terrible destruction, he still carried the majestic "mountain" on his back.
Never put it down.
No one knows how many years he was carried in the blazing fire.
The raging fire was burning his body, but it could not reach the "mountain" on his back. He turned his flesh and blood body into a shield to block the fire from the painful soul on his back.
He is suffering endless pain for the mountains on his back.
Although he was burned by the fire, his buttocks were pierced by fire cones, his heart was eaten by black mist, and he was imprisoned by chains, he still refused to let go.
I don’t know when.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
There seemed to be some subtle changes in the blazing sea of fire.
At this moment, the young monk, whose eyes were gouged out, was trying hard to raise his head, trying extremely hard to raise his head. Because the towering "mountain" was pressing on his back, he was leaning forward, with his chest almost pressing on his knees. His head was naturally lowered...
…
a long time.
He finally raised his head.
Although his eyes were hollow and flowing with mysterious golden blood, he could faintly "see" a long white jade staircase emerging from the sea of fire.
The white jade staircase has one hundred and eight steps, but they go from top to bottom.
The young monk did not see how many steps there were, nor did he know where the steps led or why they appeared. However, he felt a familiar atmosphere from the white jade steps, just like his hometown.
This white jade staircase seems to lead to hometown, to homeland.
But where is my hometown?
He raised his head with great effort and difficulty, silently "looking" and "seeing" why it appeared.
He is "watching" and waiting.
Finally, I saw a vague figure appearing on the white jade stairs, heading towards the sea of fire.
This blurry figure seemed to be surrounded by twelve gray fogs.
The gray mist was rotating, as if it had turned into a golden bell, protecting the blurry figure inside.
"Are you an old friend from home?"
The young monk's lips were moving, as if he was talking.
But not a single word could come out.
Maybe it was because he raised his head for too long that his head was pressed down again, or maybe the "mountain" on his back was too heavy.
He breathed for a moment and looked up again.
The figure on the white jade stairs was closer and clearer. He looked like a young man.
"People from my hometown, don't come in, don't come in..."
The young monk was talking, but there was still only the movement of his lips and no sound came out.
It's not that he doesn't want to say it out loud, it's that he can't say it out loud.
Bang——
The sea of fire seemed to explode instantly.
The fire was rising and expanding, and it suddenly burned toward the white jade stairs, attacking the young man on the stairs. But at this moment, the twelve wisps of gray mist surrounding the young man spun at high speed, turning into a gray bronze bell.
, blocking the raging fire.
However, the sea of fire is so fierce that it can destroy the sky and the earth, and burn the bronze bells until they turn red.
Click click click.
Under the burning fire.
The bronze bell turned out to be like glass, with countless cracks appearing, forcing the young man inside the bell to take a few steps back.
Then the young man inside the clock disappeared.
The white jade stairs were looming in the raging fire, as if they might disappear at any time.
Although the young monk was reluctant to leave his hometown, he saw that the people in his hometown disappeared and knew that the person might have returned to his hometown.
He was also relieved.
But at this time, no matter in the mysterious ancestral land or everywhere in the world of Kyushu, an astonishing scene appeared.
"Ah, look, the Bodhisattva statue seems to be falling down."
In a temple in a small world, someone happened to look at the standing Bodhisattva statue, only to see that the Bodhisattva statue was gradually being bent down.
After hearing this, many people looked towards the Bodhisattva statue, and sure enough they saw the tall Bodhisattva statue bent down.
It seems like he is carrying something heavy.
"No, you were straight just now, why did you suddenly bend down? This is a statue of Bodhisattva, why did the Bodhisattva bend down?"
"Is this going to fall?"
"When was this Bodhisattva statue built and it fell down so quickly?"
The pilgrims or tourists in the temple were all a little surprised. Many pilgrims even clasped their palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.
The monks in the temple were all terrified.
"I think it's not that the Bodhisattva statue is about to fall. It seems that it was bent down by something."
Someone frowned and looked at it.
"Hey, it seems like, I have this feeling, as if the Bodhisattva was really bent over by something."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and when they looked carefully, it seemed that this was really the case.
"Look, look, the Bodhisattva's eyes seem to be gone." Someone pointed at the eyes of the Bodhisattva statue and shouted, "What was there just now is suddenly gone. What's going on?"
"Why does it feel like I've been dug out? It feels so weird."
"It does seem to have been dug out."
"What's that flowing?"
"Red... no, it's golden. It can't be blood, right? But how can blood be golden?"
"The blood of us ordinary people is indeed red, but the blood of Bodhisattvas is golden. So, it is indeed blood. Is the Bodhisattva statue bleeding?"
"Is the Bodhisattva statue bleeding?"
At this moment, the pilgrims and tourists in the temple all feel uneasy.
The monks in the temple, who were bent over, with their eyes gouged out and bleeding from the Bodhisattva statues, sat down cross-legged in pain, clasping their palms together and chanting sutras.
"Little Master, what is going on with this Bodhisattva statue?"
"Yes, little master."
This is not just the case in this small world, but also in almost all the worlds of Kyushu.
After countless monks saw the bleeding Bodhisattva statue, they suddenly felt sad in their hearts, as if the Bodhisattva was suffering for them.
And there was inexplicable pain in their hearts.
how so?
In a certain temple.
After a very old monk was helped out by two young monks, his eyes suddenly widened when he looked at the statue of Bodhisattva.
In a trance.
The old monk seemed to see the Bodhisattva statue being burned by raging fire, with countless souls carrying behind it...
Bodhisattvas are suffering endless suffering for those souls.
Even though he was burned by the fire, he refused to let go.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The Old Monk's Path of Sorrow.
What kind of fearlessness and self-sacrifice is this?!
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The monks in the temple all chanted.
At this moment, it seems that all the monks in the world of Kyushu are thinking...
In the raging fire.
The looming white jade stairs emerged clearly again.
The young man who fell down stepped onto the stairs again and walked toward the sea of fire. The young monk was stunned and said: "Quickly go!"
But he still couldn't say it.
The young man seemed to be trying hard to see clearly what he was going to say.
The young monk suffered terrible mental torture all the time, which caused huge changes in his mind and even hallucinations. In fact, at this moment, the young monk could not tell whether what he was "seeing" in front of him was reality or an hallucination.
"Go, go, go!"
His lips were moving and he was talking crazily.
But the young man on the white jade staircase walked closer and had already reached the end of the staircase. He was only one step away from falling into the blazing fire. Although the sea of fire was very scary, the white jade staircase seemed not simple.
It withstood the burning fire for the first time. Moreover, one end lay directly across the sea of fire and was still not destroyed...
What are the young people talking about now?
However, the young monk could not hear or see clearly what he was saying.
He looked at the young man and said: "People from my hometown, since you have come here, can you agree to the young monk's request?"
It's a pity that young people still can't hear it.
But in the eyes of the young man, the hollow eyes of the young monk seemed to be asking him for something.
This is not an illusion!
The young monk was really looking at him and asking for something.
So he nodded.
now.
The young monk in the sea of fire seemed to smile before passing on the Dharma he had learned all his life. He was able to surpass young people and pass on the Dharma he had learned all his life through the white jade stairs...
And also at this moment.
The Bodhisattva statue that had been bleeding suddenly stopped bleeding.
However, the Bodhisattva statue shed a tear, and countless golden runes shone in the tears, exuding a strong atmosphere of Buddhism.
Buddhist inheritance!
In the vast world of Kyushu.
The statues of Bodhisattvas are filled with an aura of misery.
But hidden in the misery is what the young monk has learned...
As long as people in the world realize the suffering, gain his recognition, and get his inheritance. At this moment, tears shining with golden runes are dripping from the statue of Bodhisattva, but I don’t know where they are falling...
But at this time.
The twelve wisps of gray mist around the young man began to rotate at high speed again, seeming to be wary of something.
The young monk's face changed drastically, he was horrified, and shouted: "No! Go quickly! Go quickly! They are killing, they are killing, we will never let them kill to the ancestral land..."
"Cut off the connection!"
"quick!"
It seems at this moment.
The young monk finally knew where the white jade staircase came from. The white jade staircase came from the legendary ancestral land and was the origin and foundation of everything in Kyushu...
It seems to be related to the Ninth Ancestor.
In fact, the Jiuzhou Ancestral Land is the most mysterious existence in all the worlds. Whether it is a real existence is still an unsolved mystery...
Say it's not true.
It seems that it does not really exist in the heaven, earth and universe, but only exists in the hearts of the creatures in Kyushu.
Since the end of ancient times, the Celestial People have been searching hard for their ancestral land in Kyushu but cannot find it.
Even if he is as strong as Tianzun, he still cannot find the ancestral land of Jiuzhou.
But at this moment.
A mysterious and strange black needle suddenly appeared in the raging fire and flew towards the white jade stairs.
Buzz!
Twelve wisps of gray mist turned into a golden bell, blocking the first attack of the black needle.
But the black needle did not stop, and continued to attack the young man, exuding an extremely strange aura, as if it could corrode the world. And when the black needle attacked, a black knife suddenly appeared in the sea of fire, and the black knife followed
The young monk has a mysterious connection with the White Jade Staircase, and enters the world of the White Jade Staircase, slashing towards the young man.
"No!"
The young monk yelled, but he couldn't even raise his head, and couldn't stop anything at all. At this moment, he suddenly understood why he had been imprisoned here and refused to die...
Perhaps the Celestial Race wanted to find a breakthrough from him.