The monk glanced at the door plaque that had turned into ashes, turned around and walked slowly to the woods nearby. He waved his hand, seemingly without any force, but an ancient tree fell to the ground with a crash, raising a cloud of gray smoke.
After the dust and smoke cleared, the monk turned his hand into a knife and quickly crafted a door plaque. Using his finger as a pen, he almost formed it in one stroke. Three large characters of the Demon Master Sect were suddenly revealed on the door plaque.
"It's a little different from the Divine Master, but it's still a pretty good word."
The monk felt a little proud. He waved his hand and the door plaque turned into a stream of light and fell on the palace. He waved his sleeves again and after a gust of wind blew by, the dust in the entire palace turned into nothingness. It was even more impressive than the meticulous cleaning by human hands.
tidy.
Gently pushing open the palace door, he came into the Demon Master Sect. Looking at all the familiar items, the monk had tears in his eyes, flashing in his eyes. His mind was full of the original scene. Not only did he burst into tears, he never thought that today
Today, we can still come to such a homeland.
"Hey, a hundred years have passed, and I still don't know what has happened to the upper world? How far has their fight reached? How many familiar old friends are still alive? If I reappear in the world, will they still remember me?
Hey, that's all, that's all, everything is determined, if they go astray, who can blame them?"
After saying these words, the monk went directly to the seat in the palace. The seat was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and was different from the ordinary dragons and phoenixes. The simple and vicissitudes of life instantly enveloped his whole body, not only making him
It is also difficult to move even an inch.
"Good guy, God Lord is really good at it. I'm afraid it's because of this that Nawu doesn't dare to monopolize this palace, right? They would never dream of it. God Lord has a back-up plan. Even if he falls, this Xinyu will not be the same.
It’s not like there’s no owner to control.”
Having said this, the monk's mouth curled up, showing a trace of ridicule. He didn't know whether he was mocking Wu or the gods in the sky?
The monk raised his feet and did not go up the steps directly. Instead, he walked to the second chair on the left near the end and sat on it gently.
In the past, when I was sitting in the main hall with all my Taoist friends, the scene of listening to the Master's ecstasy once again emerged in my mind.
The past is like smoke, but it is still vivid in my mind, just like yesterday.
This monk was none other than Ksitigarbha who had abandoned his cultivation. At that time Ksitigarbha did not want to be an enemy of the Tenth Palace King of Hell, nor was he willing to violate his own principles. After all, he chose to stay away from this sea of suffering and did not want to get involved in this mess again.
water.
And it is precisely because of this kind of giving that he is compatible with the rules of Xinyu. Like Fuxi, he also achieved enlightenment in the physical body. Compared with Fuxi, Ksitigarbha's degree of compatibility is much higher than Fuxi.
Of course, Wei Yang is not included in this list. After all, he created Xinyu, and he is no longer the master of rules.
It is precisely because of this that Fuxi cannot fully comply with the rules of Xinyu and become the successor to replace Wei Yang. Originally, Fuxi secretly believed that this was because Wei Yang had not died and still controlled the rules of Xinyu, but he did not know that Ksitigarbha was secretly
It has long been in compliance with the rules and is on an equal footing with him, which only makes him restricted.
For a long time, Ksitigarbha stretched out his hand to twist the two balls on the armrest. The armrest only had two round balls, but the entire armrest was carved into dragons. The orbs were lifted up by the dragon and held in his mouth, lifelike, like a dragon spitting beads.
The shape never makes people think that this orb can twist and rotate.
'boom'
Waves of rumbling sounds echoed through the silent palace, and the seats on the stage were slowly moved backwards. In the blink of an eye, a dark staircase appeared where the seats had been.
At this time, Ksitigarbha was also standing on the dark stairs, staring at everything below. There was no trace of surprise on Ksitigarbha's face. He calmly stepped onto the stairs slowly, but did not go down.
As I walked, the entire staircase slowly slid down.
"God Master, you are really wise. It is difficult for ordinary people to build such a machine. I really don't know how the God Master's head grows. He is indeed the favored son of God, and he is not comparable to me."
The words echoed through the surrounding stone walls and bounced back to Ksitigarbha's ears. However, he was shocked and stared at the corridor where candles kept appearing.
In this corridor that leads to nowhere, candles are constantly lit up and candles are extinguished, but not a trace of energy emerges. The entire corridor is banned. It seems that this place is like a forbidden place, and Ksitigarbha cannot do anything.
Use the energy in your body.
"It's mysterious, it's too mysterious. I'm afraid these fire candles are specially forged? I really don't know what secrets the Lord God has created to create such a secret realm, waiting for future generations to uncover it, hey."
Ksitigarbha felt uncomfortable. To be honest, this kind of opportunity was not specially left to him by Wei Yang. To be precise, it should belong to Han Ling, Meng Yaoqin, or even Sanniang. But when he
At the moment when Xiu Yu was already dead in his heart, Wei Yang informed him of what was going on here and even deliberately set a time.
A hundred years in the secular world, a year in the heavenly world, this is the reason why he came so late, neither early nor late, a full hundred years have passed in the mortal world.
I don't know how long it took, but when the stairs stopped moving, a stone door stood in front of Ksitigarbha. Ksitigarbha also breathed out the energy in his body and slowly touched the stone door, causing the stone door to slowly move.
Open for it.
However, after Jizo spit out this mouthful of energy, his appearance suddenly aged. After a moment, he turned into an old man, as if his life was about to run out and the oil dried up and the lamp was extinguished.
The steps were slowing down, and Ksitigarbha dragged his aging body slowly toward the stone gate, feeling extremely sad in his heart.
In the past, he stood at the pinnacle and looked down on all living beings, but today he has become a mortal, an ordinary and aging ordinary old man.
If it weren't for complying with the rules, Wei Yang's spiritual thoughts enveloped his whole body and forcibly injected an energy into his body. With the support of this energy, his body would have collapsed long ago, and he would have become an incorporeal body like the Buddha and others.
, in line with the power of the rules.
Just as he stepped inside the stone gate, a full breath of life rushed towards his face. The huge power of life gave his body a new luster. Even his bald head, which had long been cut off, was gone in less than a moment.
After that, a long, black and beautiful head grew. If such a mysterious sight were seen by outsiders, they would definitely be shocked.
As the person involved, Ksitigarbha also looked at his hands and a lot of his body. He never thought that to such an extent, he could regain his youthful body, and even a surge of spiritual energy in his body was repairing his original wounds.
Those hidden diseases that have never been treated.
