Chapter 390: Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha
"There is a beast in Qinshan Mountain. It looks like a dolphin and has teeth. Its name is Dangkang. It screams by itself. When you see it, there will be a big beast in the world."
Mingyu recalled the "Book of Mountains and Seas" that he once saw at Zhen Yuanzi's place. This Dangkang was truly a blessed beast, and was born to be a spiritual beast.
However, what Mingyu is concerned about is not this, but the fact that the old demon tribe has taken the initiative to contact the human race so quickly, and spontaneously explored the path of totem beasts to integrate into the human race.
"Let me see who is so far-sighted and in line with Pindao's wishes." Mingyu calculated silently for a moment, then laughed out loud. He saw an extremely elegant figure at the end of time and space.
"The great god is indeed a great god." Mingyu praised Fuxi in his heart.
"However, since some demon clan has started to take action, we still have to ask Bai Ze to take charge of this matter later."
As the great steward of Heaven and the first tool of the demon clan, Bai Ze now controls all the demons in Beiming together with the demon gods and demon saints.
"Mingyu, Fengdu is ready." Just when Mingyu was thinking about the integration of the demon race and the human race, Ming He, who had been silent, reminded him.
"Okay, let's return to the Netherworld first."
Mingyu nodded. He bid farewell to Patriarch Panwang and told him not to forget about the contract and to be more active when the time comes.
"Don't worry, old man, I've forgotten everything and I won't forget this!" Patriarch Panwang assured, patting his chest.
"Since our ancestors allowed the human race to multiply here, can we select some cultivation seeds to pass down the Taoist lineage?" Before leaving, Mingyu hoped that King Pan would take care of the human race.
King Pan smiled and said: "My great road is between these hundreds of thousands of mountains. I have been practicing it since the human race entered this world!"
If he didn't mean it, how could this Miao tribe learn the art of refining and controlling gu?
Mingyu understood that each of these ancestors saw very clearly that the general trend of humanity after the Lich lies in the human race, so many saints have begun to place bets, and some even plan to take risks and want to take control of a human race in order to plan
A matter of luck!
"Forget it. Today's cause will be tomorrow's result. Just be messy. At least it's still developing in a good direction, and the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."
The general trend of the human race needs to be advanced slowly and not too hastily. But if the time comes to make corrections, naturally we cannot tolerate these guys and must give them a heavy blow!
"I hope that when the time comes, you won't be blinded by the benefits."
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After Mingyu and Ming He crossed the gate of hell and returned to the underworld, they discovered that there were many more dead souls in the underworld, especially in the Wangchuan River, where there were hundreds of millions of ghost fires like lamps, and countless resentful souls and evil spirits had perished.
"I have met Your Majesty, ancestor!"
The waves of the underworld hit both sides of the river, and the spirit of Forgotten River appeared, said hello to Mingyu and the others, and then sank back into the river.
There are many dead souls, and the Forgotten River is very busy. The ferry boat in the river never stops for a moment, but there are still some souls that cannot be fished out and cannot be fished out.
"Alas, floods are raging in the world. Although there are gods to save the world and empresses to mend the sky, if you look at the Wangchuan River, you will know how many people have become water ghosts!"
The ancestor of Styx, who had experienced two great tribulations, was accustomed to seeing killings, and understood life and death, was filled with emotion when he saw the souls struggling in the Wangchuan River.
On the Naihe Bridge, Grandma Meng, who had silver hair and a sad face, couldn't help but curl her lips when she heard this: "Okay, okay, you, the God of Death, have such skill to sigh, why not come to me to help, the living souls in the underworld can't help you."
You have to have a bowl of soup before you can reincarnate, do you know how busy you are?"
Ming He followed the sound and saw that the person on the bridge was Ancestor Youmeng. His heart stopped for a moment and his eyelids jumped.
This soup was like a nightmare to him, and the dream contained those unbearable past events.
"Professional people do professional things, but you don't know it. I am afraid that the soup I make will make these souls die again..."
Youmeng glanced at Styx with a look of disgust, then looked at Mingyu, "I said the Great Emperor..."
Mingyu didn't wait for You Meng to finish speaking, and hurriedly walked away, "This soup-making job is best suited only to Sister Meng, and no one else can do it. It is related to the operation of the underworld, and more importantly to Sister Meng's path. There are many sisters."
Be patient, be patient, be patient..."
Styx hurriedly chased after him.
The two of them hadn't gone far when they heard a roar from behind: "Why are you squeezing? Line up for me. If you keep squeezing, don't reincarnate one by one. I will cook you all together!"
The ghosts on the Naihe Bridge were almost frightened to life by the violent Youmeng, but they had no choice but to stand in line with the soup maker, lamenting how the ghosts and disciples were doing nothing.
When the spirit of Wangchuan in the Wangchuan River heard the roar, the movements of its hands could not help but slow down for half a beat. There was a splashing sound, and an unknown number of souls fell back into the river.
She was about to salvage again when Youmeng's voice sounded in her ears, "I advise you to be wiser..."
Wangchuan trembled and understood in seconds!
The action of fishing out the dead souls was a little slower.
For some souls who were eager to get on the boat, Wangchuan even kicked them down thoughtfully.
The dead soul who fell back into the river: "????"
On the other side, Mingyu and Minghe just got off the Naihe Bridge and were about to go to Yinshan Mountain to find Emperor Fengdu, when they suddenly heard a majestic Taoist sound coming from the hell.
"I am Ksitigarbha. Now I feel the suffering of all sentient beings and find it difficult to find relief. I hereby make a great wish:
The first great wish: I hope that in the next life, when I attain Anuttarasamyaksambodhi, my own light will shine brightly on the immeasurable and boundless world, and I will adorn my body with thirty-two great human signs and eighty-year-old figures, so that all sentient beings will be like me.
No different'.
'The second greatest wish: I wish that when I achieve Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless; the light will be vast, my merits will be towering, my body will be good and peaceful, and the flame net will be more majestic than the sun and the moon; all living beings in the netherworld will be enlightened,
Do whatever you like and do whatever you want'.
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Ksitigarbha made twelve great wishes in succession, which shocked the entire underworld.
Judge Cui, who was dressed in red and holding a judge's pen, was processing official documents. When he heard this, he couldn't help but feel relieved: "It's not easy. Ksitigarbha has come this far!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thinking back to the emperor's instructions back then, it took him so long to succeed, and Judge Cui felt ashamed just thinking about it.
And as the final ambition fell, immeasurable merit began to gather, which was a reward for Ksitigarbha's tireless efforts to save the souls of the dead.
However, after Ksitigarbha made his twelve great vows, he did not accept the merits, but spoke again: "Only when all sentient beings are saved can we realize Bodhi. If the hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha. I hope that the world will learn from it!"
boom--
Dark yellow falls from the sky and the tunnels tremble.
The heaven and the earth fulfilled Ksitigarbha's great wish at the same time, and the golden cloud of immeasurable merit began to fall.
10% went to Cui Pan, 10% went to the underworld, 10% fell to the west, and the remaining 70% was collected by Ksitigarbha.
After Mingguan Yuyi's Ksitigarbha made his great ambition, his aura became calmer. He had a look of compassion on his face, and his whole body was as quiet as glass, dustless and unsullied. He seemed to have realized great freedom, and seemed to have achieved great transcendence.
"Congratulations fellow Taoist!"
To reward good deeds, punish evil deeds, and investigate, all the judges from the four Yin divisions of Yinlu came to congratulate him. Except for Judge Cui, the other judges all looked at Ksitigarbha with admiration in their eyes.
Recently, the authority of the underworld has become more and more perfect, and many careers have been nurtured. At this time, Ksitigarbha made great ambitions and achieved breakthroughs, which will surely be reused by the emperor.
Sure enough, a black edict flew out from above the Yin Mountain.
"The God of Houtu only issued an edict: Emperor Fengdu said: Ksitigarbha transcends the souls of the dead, accumulates good deeds, makes great aspirations, and sincerely appreciates the heaven and earth. Now he is given the power of the king of the underworld to Ksitigarbha and is allowed to live under the hell, Cuiyun Palace.
In charge of the salvation of the souls of the eighteen levels of hell."
"Ksitigarbha thanks Empress Houtu, and thanks Emperor Fengdu!"
Ksitigarbha clasped his hands together, took the imperial seal scroll, summoned the listening beast, and headed straight to Cuiyun Palace.
In the Lingshan Mountain in the west, the divine light of wisdom shines for thousands of miles. Under the Bodhi tree, Saint Zhunti is holding flowers and smiling, with a solemn appearance. He is talking to his disciples about the Dharma of Vajra Prajna and the root of supreme wisdom.
When the voice of Ksitigarbha's great aspirations reached here, Zhunti laughed loudly and said bluntly: "I am not alone in my way, I am not alone in my way!"
His disciple is in the Netherworld, but still has Bodhi in his heart and inherits his way. How can this not make the teacher Zhunti happy?!
When Mingyu saw that Ksitigarbha crossed the eighteen levels of hell and resolutely went to Cuiyun Palace to save the souls of the dead, he had to sigh, "Uncle Zhunti really has a good disciple!"
When the clouds opened and the moon shone brightly, Ksitigarbha, with great compassion and great perseverance, chose the most difficult road to pilgrimage. Once you set foot on this road, you can never look back, even if there is a high possibility of walking ahead.
Doesn't make sense.
However, the road is invisible and nameless. If you don’t give it a try, how do you know it won’t work?
Ming He said: "If he really goes all the way, if nothing else, the Xuanhuang merits he has accumulated will be huge!"
But then again, as a member of the underworld, the more dead souls he saves, the more merit he earns, and similarly, the more merit he earns from the underworld.
"Then no matter how you look at this, it's not a loss to the underworld. You're getting a permanent labor force for nothing, and people still volunteer..." Minghe clicked his tongue in surprise, always feeling that Jizo's encounter was inexplicably familiar.
He turned around and saw Youmeng on Naihe Bridge making soup with a sad face.
Wow, I wonder why it’s so familiar!
Ming He glanced at Mingyu beside him, and his intuition told him that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with the master in front of him.
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