In a corner of Abi Hell, two monks stood, covered in blood and extremely embarrassed. They had experienced many dangers along the way.
The one at the front is a middle-aged monk, tall and burly, with his eyebrows standing upside down and his eyes wide, like a glaring King Kong.
Behind the tall monk, there was also a young monk, who looked much thinner, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, and kept reciting Ksitigarbha sutras.
The tall monk stared ahead, with a touch of heat and excitement in his wide eyes.
There was a figure sitting cross-legged there. It was unknown how long it had been there. The flesh and blood on his body still showed no signs of decay. The skin was rosy, like a living person.
But there was no trace of life in this figure's body.
Next to this figure, there are several fruits.
Not far away, there is a broken ancient tree. Although the branches and leaves have withered, the trunk of the ancient tree is still well preserved.
"I finally found the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda!"
The tall monk looked at this figure and couldn't help laughing: "As long as I inherit the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda, I will be able to unite the heavens, become an immortal king, and become the abbot of Duowen Temple!"
The young monk did not respond and was still reading Buddhist scriptures to himself.
The tall monk took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to accept the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda.
But when he was ten feet away from Patriarch Ananda, he encountered an unimaginable repulsive force that prevented him from moving forward!
A golden halo gradually appeared in Patriarch Ananda's body and spread quickly, forming a ten-foot-wide barrier to isolate the tall monk.
boom! boom! boom!
No matter how the tall monks clashed, they could not break through this golden barrier.
"Master Ananda, why don't you let me in?"
The tall monk was furious and shouted loudly: "I am the Non-Angry Arhat of Duowen Temple, and only I am qualified to accept your inheritance!"
The golden halo shows no signs of fading.
The young monk still bowed his head slightly and recited scriptures.
"Stop reading it!"
The tall monk saw that Ananda's inheritance was within his reach but could not get it. He was irritated and couldn't help but yelled and said angrily: "I am the Arhat of Duowen Temple, and I have condensed Arhat's path and fruit. Why did Patriarch Ananda stop me!"
"Senior Brother Buhao, you took tens of thousands of monks from Duowen Temple into Abi Hell this time, and when you got here, only the two of us were left."
The young monk looked pitiful and said: "On the way to escape, you asked other disciples to go up to resist those hell creatures, but you hid behind. Do you feel any guilt or repentance in your heart?"
"snort!"
The Arhat who is not angry snorted coldly and said slowly: "You have the inheritance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so you should understand the fearless spirit of who will go to hell if I don't!"
"Sacrifice them, but the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda can be seen again. This is the blessing of Duowen Temple, and it is also their supreme merit!"
The young monk shook his head slightly and said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrifices himself to save all sentient beings; and you sacrifice others to achieve yourself."
"A single thought can make the difference between a Buddha and a demon."
"Senior brother, you have become a demon, how can you get the approval of Patriarch Ananda?"
Buhu Arhat's face darkened, and he said coldly: "You are a little earthly immortal, are you worthy of teaching me a lesson? If I hadn't protected you along the way, with your fighting power, you would have been killed by those hell creatures long ago. Tear it to pieces!”
"Senior Brother Buhao probably has other motives for protecting me." The young monk said calmly.
Buhuo Luohan raised his brows, seeming a little surprised.
After a moment of silence, the Arhat said without anger: "It doesn't matter if I tell you clearly, I need you to hand over the cultivation method of the Ksitigarbha Golden Body."
"What if I don't tell you?"
asked the young monk.
The Arhat who is not angry smiled and said: "In Duowen Temple, I can't do anything to you, but in this Abi Hell, there are only you and me. No one else knows how I torture you!"
"At worst, I can use the Soul Searching Technique on you!"
Although the soul-searching technique can search memories, there is a high probability that it will fail.
Moreover, inherited memories such as Ksitigarbha's golden body are almost always protected, and even if they are searched for souls, they are difficult to obtain.
The young monk looked calm, his eyes were clear, without any fear, and he said calmly: "If I tell you the cultivation method of the Ksitigarbha Golden Body, I am afraid that my senior brother will get rid of me immediately."
The unafraid Arhat's eyes were gloomy.
He originally thought that this young monk had a simple mind, devoted himself to Zen practice, chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha all day long, and did not understand these intrigues and intrigues.
Unexpectedly, his junior brother actually revealed his plan in one word!
The Arhat who is not angry cannot get close to Patriarch Ananda, cannot obtain the inheritance, and is already upset.
Now, the young monk was still so calm in the face of his threat, which made him very angry!
The non-agrily Arhat took a step forward, stretched out his palm, pinched the young monk's throat directly, lifted him up from the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Junior brother, I don't have much patience, you'd better tell me the complete secret method of practice. , I can give you a good time and save you from torture!"
The young monk's throat was pinched, making him unable to breathe and his face turned red.
But his gaze was still calm, his eyes were clear, and he looked at the non-angry Arhat with a hint of pity.
At this moment, a gap opened in the void next to the two monks.
A purple-robed monk wearing a silver mask walked out with deep eyes, staring coldly at the Unagriated Arhat, his whole body filled with murderous intent!
Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo, Mo Qing, and Yunzhu also teleported through space and arrived here.
"Mingzhen!"
When Su Zimo saw the young monk, he was overjoyed and shouted.
The two true bodies have been flying into the heaven for thousands of years, but they only met two old friends from heaven.
Among them, Lei Huang Feng Cantian was still a strong man in the ancient times.
Among Su Zimo's old friends in this life, to be precise, he has only met one, Shura Yan Beichen.
Unexpectedly, I could see Mingzhen in Abi Hell!
"who are you?"
The Bu-Angry Arhat looked at Su Zimo and the others, narrowing his eyes slightly with a solemn expression. He still grabbed Mingzhen by the throat and blocked him in front of him.
call!
A breeze blew by.
Buhao Luohan felt his eyes blurred, and before he could react, the martial arts master was already standing in front of him, his hand on his wrist, and he exerted force suddenly!
Click!
Don't be angry with Arhat's wrist, but it will be crushed by the martial arts master!
"ah!"
Buhao Arhat screamed.
But as soon as his cry started, it stopped abruptly.
The martial arts deity crushed the wrist of Buo Ai Arhat, stepped forward, and punched Bu Ai Luo Han's head. His soul was shattered and his body was dead!
The White Bone Temple Master, who is ranked tenth on the list of true demons, can't even block a punch in the hands of the martial arts deity, let alone this Arhat who is not angry.
Su Zimo quickly stepped forward and supported Mingzhen.
"Junior Brother Mingxin."
Mingzhen looked at Su Zimo, showed an innocent and bright smile, and called out.
This declaration of affection for junior brother seemed to bring the two of them back to the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
After so many years, we reunited in the upper world. I felt happy but also deeply sad.