The pot-bellied ghost king knelt down respectfully and flatteringly.
His belly was so big and round that it was piled on the ground, making it difficult for him to lower his head, making him look as funny as a dangling toad.
"Venerable Manjusri, these are your spring water shrimps, please check them." The Big-Belly Ghost King smiled and took out a bag and placed it in front of Manjusri.
The surface of the bag is sticky, still squirming slightly, and feels warm to the touch.
This is the stomach fragment of the Big Belly Ghost King, which has powerful storage capacity.
After Manjusri put away the spring water shrimps inside, he threw the bag back and asked doubtfully.
"How come there are hundreds of green duckweeds among the shrimps?"
"Oh my, your venerable master is really seeing things. Those Qingpings are Xiaodudu's filial piety."
The pot-bellied ghost king lowered his head a little uncomfortably and repeated his words in a disgusting manner, which made Manjusri feel his scalp numb.
"By the way, Venerable Manjusri, Lady Pingxin sent me to say hello to you. She said that after the Gengdu Mountain Range is restored, she will send Yama to visit in person."
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"I know, back off."
Manjusri waved his hand and kept these words in his heart.
The Pot-Belly Ghost King kowtowed obediently and disappeared into smoke without a trace.
Come here, this treasure of the ghost realm can command all ghosts.
The Big Belly Ghost King's hands were stained with blood, and his realm was unfathomable, but he was suppressed by this treasure and could not lift his head, which shows how powerful he is.
For Ping Xin in the underworld, this is an anomaly that affects the operation of the ghost realm, and he will definitely not turn a blind eye.
How could she be willing to shift her authority downward?
As soon as the Big-Belly Ghost King left, Bodhi's hind legs tore through the void and came to Manjusri.
He frowned, waved the fly whisk lightly, and said in a rather dissatisfied voice.
"Manjusri, you have gone too far."
He saw what happened very clearly.
Over time, the contribution that all living beings owe to Manjusri will continue to increase to terrifying values.
This will make it difficult for them to repay, and they will have to work all day long to pay for it. On the contrary, they will fall behind in practice and put the cart before the horse.
What's more, Manjusri's character is too despicable and shameless.
He is like a greedy and treacherous villain who uses all kinds of high-sounding excuses to drag all the bottom creatures into the pit.
"Manjusri, have you ever thought that we are all ordinary living beings, and sooner or later you will drive them crazy if you do this."
Bodhi finally couldn't hold it any longer and persuaded him with sincerity.
"Senior, you are wrong."
Manjusri interrupted Bodhi mercilessly, with soft and deep eyes, and said loudly.
"All sentient beings will owe a huge amount of contribution, but this is their willing choice.
Moreover, I have made it clear that there will be no pressure to repay. Every time when resources are harvested, you can first keep what you need for your own practice, and then repay the rest."
"Absolutely not!" Bodhi heard this and continued anxiously.
"Manjushri, have you ever carefully calculated that the repayment ability of sentient beings is not strong? If you allocate resources in this way, how much you can get out in the end is just a drop in the bucket.
If you do this, even if it takes ten thousand years, the contribution will not be enough to repay the debt. What is the difference between you and those cunning landlords?"
"Haha, Senior Bodhisattva, you are wrong again."
Manjusri did not feel any apology, but walked towards Bodhi in high spirits.
"No matter how cunning and greedy I am, how many tricks I use, and how human-like I am and how cruel I am, they have all been given a place to rest and recuperate, as well as resources to settle down and live. Besides, this is my territory, so why should I give it to others for no reason?"
"You!" Bodhi couldn't help but stepped back. He didn't expect that Manjusri would have the courage to talk back!
"Senior Bodhisattva, I am really curious. You are so compassionate and have practiced several monasteries in the West. Why don't you solve the problem of displacement for all sentient beings?
As a saint leading the venerables, you keep chanting kindness, but have you ever truly seen the thousands of corpses that died of starvation?"
Manjusri's eyes were like lightning and his aggressive tone made Bodhi swallow in panic.
"Be presumptuous, I am your senior."
Bodhi stared and wanted to scold loudly, but he felt powerless.
"Haha." Manjusri smiled disdainfully.
"Senior, we are all hypocrites. Why hurt each other? You are so compassionate and compassionate to all living beings, but you can't do anything. Who have you to condemn me?"
Manjusri said with a smile on his face, and then left the cave directly.
Bodhi stands in the cave, looking at his back for a long time, unable to calm down.
Outside, the sun is shining brightly.
The creatures are gearing up and working hard for a new home.
Manjusri walked, feeling the brilliant light shining all over his body, and the warmth like the spring breeze made him intoxicated.
Ever since the dust settled on the Conferred God Tribulation, he has been thinking about a certain issue.
Is kindness really useful?
If it is useful, why are the people at the top all greedy and cunning people, and why those who have fallen in the long river of history are all those who have selfless love?
Hypocrisy, ruthlessness, cunning...this is the ladder to improve your realm, why bother pretending to be disgusted.
What is a sage?
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
They are now at the top, but they have never truly understood the hardships of all living beings.
This is like the Bodhisattva in the West.
They will never die for the sake of morality, but will persuade innocent people to die.
"What an irony~"
Manjusri smiled and opened his arms to embrace the sunshine.
"Devil, you also want to walk in the sun!"
Wuchao Mountain.
The ever-steaming golden flame exudes gorgeous and beautiful light.
Lu Ya leaned against the jade platform and looked lazily towards the sky.
The scorching sun star scatters the warm rays of hope in the corners of the wilderness.
Countless creatures are shrouded in light, practicing and multiplying, to find the truth of the great road.
The depths of Wuchao Mountain's earth veins contain countless strands of sweet fire, which are most suitable for living beings who practice the way of fire.
This place was originally Maitreya's dojo, but after Lu Ya came, he took the initiative to give way to it.
"The sun star is still in the sky, the ancient hibiscus tree is still lush, but the Demon Court has been shattered. Father, we have failed after all."
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Lu Ya sighed, his eyes full of loneliness.
As the dust of the Lich Tribulation settled, the reputation of the Three-Legged Golden Crow dropped to the extreme.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi perished in the calamity, the Chaos Bell disappeared, Hetu Luoshu was taken back to Beiming by Kunpeng, and the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation was moved to the outskirts of the Wa Palace.
The most shining symbol of the demon clan disappeared from the vast sky, and even the prosperous and majestic palaces were occupied by the Haotian dove.
Only Lu Ya is left, wandering alone in the wilderness to practice.
He was stroking the gourd in his palm, and his thoughts had already drifted to tens of thousands of years ago.
If I had not left Yutani, things might have gotten better.
At this time, Youdao's figure appeared at the foot of Wuchao Mountain.
Manjusri!
His eyes were deep and his expression was dull, and he walked up casually.
The quasi-holy aura emitted by Lu Ya was as majestic as the rough waves, but it failed to stop Manjusri in the slightest.
"Your Highness, why are you so lonely?"
Wenshu, with a warm voice, sat beside Lu Ya, as if he had been a close friend for many years.
Lu Ya's face was a little gloomy, and he said impatiently: "Venerable Manjusri, you are at the height of your power now. There are so many people out there who want to curry favor with you, how can you have time to come to me?"
"There are a lot of people here, but there are only a few that are worth meeting. Instead of making excuses with them, it's better to come to Wuchao Mountain to curry favor with the demon prince."
"Haha, the demon prince has long been forgotten and can never go back to the past."
Lu Ya said lonely, his tone full of unwillingness.
Manjusri's eyes were soft and he looked at Lu Ya: "In the Gengdu Mountains, there is the corpse of a golden crow with three legs. I think it should be your brother. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"It's true!"
After hearing this, Lu Ya immediately became nervous.
The three-legged Golden Crow is a spirit conceived by the sun star.
They control the most terrifying flames in the world, and their corpses possess the rich true meaning of fire.
After Hou Yi shot and killed nine princes one after another, countless powerful men took the opportunity to steal the Golden Crow corpses. Even if the demon clan controlled the ancient world, they could not recover all the corpses.
It was not until the Lich Tribulation came to an end that Emperor Jun could collect the bodies of the five heirs.
He ordered Fuxi, Yingyu, Bai Ze and other great sages to take action and refine it into a rare treasure - the immortal-killing flying knife.
This treasure was left to Lu Ya for protection, and it shined brightly in the Battle of Conferred Gods.
The seas have changed, the stars have changed.
Lu Ya has gradually grown from an ignorant, arrogant and domineering young man to the calm and witty quasi-sage he is today.
But looking for his brother's body has always been in his heart.
"Let me go."
Manjusri patted his shoulder and led the way, flying towards the Gengdu Mountain Range.
Boundless golden flames spread wantonly across the vast plains.
A terrifying steaming heat wave hit our faces, rendering the sky into a dazzling golden color.
The land was burned into a cracked shape, splitting countless ferocious cracks.
Dense ditches spread all over the surface, and no plants can survive.
Manjusri fell on the edge of the sea of fire and immediately caused a riot by the true fire of the sun.
The sound of roaring and roaring came faintly from the depths of the sea of fire.
As the aura surged and condensed, the flames condensed into a large number of ferocious beasts and birds, charging towards Manjusri with ferocious faces.
"Presumptuous!"
Lu Ya shouted in a low voice and waved his sleeves, exuding a faint golden crow aura.
The ferocious beasts and birds transformed into flames disappeared in an instant like ice and snow melting.
He took out a dry golden branch and carefully inserted it into Manjusri's bun, and a dull warmth suddenly spread out.
"This is a branch of the hibiscus tree. When I was very young, I liked to rest on this branch. The golden crow aura remaining on it will protect you from entering and leaving freely in this sea of fire."
After saying that, Lu Ya couldn't wait to walk towards the depths of the sea of fire.
The endlessly surging true sun fire directly changed its form after seeing Lu Ya.
They put away their violence and turbulence, and are as docile and cute as civet cats.
The lush golden branches condense one after another, forming a noble and prosperous sea of trees.
Manjusri followed Lu Ya and looked at the surrounding scenery curiously.
He had never set foot in the Gengdu Mountains in his previous life, so he was naturally not familiar with the scenes here.
The reason why I asked Lu Ya for help was based on my experience in my previous life.
When Ran Deng used the Dinghai Divine Pearl to refine the heavens, he lived in seclusion in the Gengdu Mountains for thousands of years.
Because of this, he discovered the remains of the Golden Crow by chance.
Ran Deng was overjoyed, thinking that his luck would turn out to make a fortune, but he tried many times and tried his best to escape into the sea of fire.
After much deliberation, the only option was to tell Lu Ya and sell him a favor.
Manjusri did not remember clearly how Lu Ya disposed of his brother's remains.
Maybe it’s because the years have passed and memories are gradually fading, or maybe it’s because Lu Ya is cautious and hasn’t revealed the slightest bit of news.
However, at the critical moment of burning the lamp and beheading the corpse, Lu Ya did appear as his protector, which shows how deep the kindness is.
Manjusri walked forward silently for a long time, and finally arrived at the center of the sea of fire.
"Huh?"
Manjusri was a little stunned and exclaimed.
There is no remains of the Golden Crow in front of me, it is clearly a steaming fire cloud.
The fire cloud was covered with golden colors, constantly flying and squirming, emitting rolling waves of steaming heat.
Those true sun fires that spread wantonly, with the breath of fire clouds, surge like ocean waves, floating in all directions.
Lu Ya's face was gloomy. He came to Huoyun's side and didn't say a word for a long time.
The familiar breath gently surrounds my heart.
Manjusri squinted his eyes and looked at the rolling golden clouds, with thousands of thoughts flashing in his heart.
His current level is low, but his vision in his previous life is still there.
The fire cloud was misty but did not disperse. It was clearly bound in place by some special means.
This means that this place is not the place where the Three-Legged Golden Crow fell, but was deliberately sealed.
"Manjusri, this is not the remains of the three-legged Golden Crow, but the soul of my seventh brother is imprisoned here."
Lu Ya's tone was as calm as water, but he could feel the surging anger.
He wanted to reach out and put away the fire cloud, but found that the surroundings were surrounded by formations.
These formations are extremely mysterious, criss-crossing like the roots of old trees, deeply entwining and connecting the earth's veins.
If the fire cloud is easily harvested, it will directly cause the earth's veins to vibrate and cause an explosion. I am afraid that the entire land of the Gengdu Mountains will be wiped out.
"Damn!"
Lu Ya frowned, his eyes full of anxiety.
Manjusri was a little confused and thought about it again and again before asking.
"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, if the soul sealed in the fire cloud is really your seventh brother, then the karma of burning the world will be on you."
After hearing this, Lu Ya's face became even more ugly.
The true fire of the sun burns here for several Yuanhui, and the majestic karma has nowhere to vent. It will follow the bloodline power of the race and accumulate it in one's own destiny!
Such a terrifying and ruthless plan made him tremble with fear.
"Fortunately, I have the luck of the demon clan to support me, otherwise I would have been driven to pieces by misfortune."
Lu Ya said with a clear heart, as if his anger could turn into substance and was about to emerge from his eyes.
"Wait a minute, let me take a look,"
Manjusri's eyes suddenly turned into bright gold, and he looked at Lu Ya's quasi-sage luck amid the storm.
The vast golden firelight is boundless.
The dazzling sun rises slowly, and countless flowers, birds, fish and insects gather together, chasing and playing in the vast sea of fire.
Under the sea of fire, there is a huge and ferocious black spider, slowly eating away at the corners.
It makes a harsh squeaking sound from its mouth and continuously lays eggs leaving a path behind it.
Sure enough, it was calculated.
With little effort, Lu Ya will definitely be in trouble when the spider eggs hatch.
The golden light in the eyes gradually faded away, returning to their clear appearance again.
Manjusri nodded to Lu Ya and told everything about his luck.
Although Lu Ya practices the Way of Fire, he also has knowledge about the Way of Luck, so he naturally understands his current situation.
He looked at his brother's soul trapped in the ring, and after a long time, he guessed.
"Do you think he will be the Second Saint of the West?"
"Impossible, this is not good for the West."
Manjusri rejected this speculation without hesitation and explained to Lu Ya.
"The other side's methods are cruel and ruthless. This move will destroy the aura of the land in the West for a long time. How can the two saints be full of debt and make things worse.
Don’t forget, Sage Zhunti is very shrewd and his abacus is crackling, so how could he do such a loss-making business?”
"Instead of making random suspicions here, it is better to find a way to extinguish the flames here, so as not to accumulate karma to the extreme in the future and be eaten away after it explodes."
"Good!"
Lu Ya nodded thoughtfully and suddenly turned into a three-legged golden crow and flew high.
Its body is radiant and brilliant, and its soft feathers are exquisite and flawless, like a magnificent picture in the sky.
Lu Ya faced the direction of the sun star and let out a loud cry, and a majestic suction force suddenly emerged from his body.
Those flames spreading wantonly, as if the soldiers had heard the call, immediately gathered towards the center one after another.
The boundless gold condenses to form a transparent wall like glass, blooming with a dreamlike brilliance.
The cracked and dry earth finally got a chance to breathe after the true fire of the sun slowly faded.
The aura slowly revives like drizzle, and the soil becomes slightly moist.
Despite this, Manjusri frowned, his eyes full of worry.
This won't work.
The True Fire of the Sun is not bound by the foundation. After being absorbed by Lu Ya, it will spread again given time.
The returning sea of fire will be a bit more intense than it is now.
The loud screams continued, and it was obvious that Lu Ya was also aware of this situation.
The fire remains in the depths of the Golden Crow's soul and continues to flow out like a fountain.
This approach is just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Lu Ya directly transformed into a human form, intertwined his hands and made treasure seals one after another, and turned into a golden lotus to wrap the fire cloud.
He sighed and murmured.
"If I want to let my brother's soul rest in peace, we must control the true fire of the sun to stop erupting. It seems that I will have to rush here from time to time to strengthen the seal."
"No need to go to such trouble." Manjusri took off the hibiscus branches from his bun and shook it gently at Lu Ya.
"The Fusang tree can condense all the fires in the wild, and it is also a companion to the growth of the Golden Crow race. You can go to the Sun Star, intercept the branch where this brother has been stationed all year round, plant it here, and use the vitality of the wooden path to condense the soul. The problem is
It can be easily solved."
"That's very good, thank you very much."
Hearing this, Lu Ya's eyes suddenly brightened up, and he couldn't wait to turn into a rainbow and shoot out.
After Lu Ya left, Manjusri put the hibiscus branches back into her hair to resist the surging flames.
He sat casually on the ground next to him, quietly waiting for Lu Yao to return, when he suddenly noticed that an elegant man appeared in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Lu Chuan, the seventh prince of the Golden Crow."