“Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva…” Zhong Kui finally saw the man’s appearance clearly and immediately prostrated himself on the ground.
Seeing this, Niu Mowang and others all had expressions of disbelief.
The skinny old monk smiled kindly, raised his hand and waved it, closing the vortex of Zhong Kui's ghost eye that he himself could hardly close, and said: "You should keep your bodies useful and don't make meaningless sacrifices..."
“Ksitigarbha, it’s impossible… You should have been dead long ago.” Huang Mei shouted with horror on his face.
“Amitabha, life and death are nothing but emptiness. But you, you made a big mistake back then. Now, are you still going astray and not turning back?” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted the Buddha’s name and asked.
"Big mistake? I'm just following the trend, what's wrong with that?" Huang Mei shouted.
"If you follow the trend but not the Tao, then what is the point of doing it if the Tao does not exist?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head.
"If we take advantage of the situation to destroy the Heavenly Way, and the Great Way follows the Demonic Way, isn't that the right thing to do?" Huang Mei sneered, still refusing to admit his mistake.
“Forget it, forget it. I’ll show you the path you’re looking for.” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said no more and pressed down with his palm.
His aura suddenly surged. Although he was in Huang Mei's sea of consciousness, he seemed like the master of this place. When he pressed down his palm, the surrounding sky and earth changed color.
Huang Mei wanted to resist, but the scene in front of him instantly turned into a sea of fire. The surroundings were dark and gloomy, with black air billowing. There was endless killing, wailing and crying everywhere, and the earth was covered with blood and fire. There was no longer a distinction between the human world, purgatory, and fairyland in the Three Realms. All territories were filled with demons.
"Is this the evil path you want?" The voice of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resounded throughout the world.
“It’s just an illusion of Mount Sumeru. The hypocrisy and vanity of immortals and Buddhas are not as good as the iron-blooded mountains and rivers of the demons. I have seen enough. Even if I am faced with destruction, I will not repent…” Huang Mei was silent for a moment, his face gradually became ferocious, and he shouted almost crazily.
“Although you have benefited from Buddhism for countless years, you still don’t understand why and how Buddhists sacrifice their lives. If you don’t go to hell, who will?” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sighed and slapped him down with one palm.
Huang Mei's soul was shaken, his face showed pain, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You are just struggling to survive, but you don't know that Chi You who is sleeping in Chang'an City is about to wake up. By then, everywhere in the Three Realms will be hell? Wouldn't it be better if you and I both go to hell?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a raging flame suddenly burned on his soul. A golden book emerged from it and curled up slightly under the burning of the fire of his soul.
“Why bother…” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sighed upon seeing this.
“Let’s perish together. It’s wishful thinking to want to get this heavenly book. Haha…” Huang Mei’s soul had been distorted, but he still had a hideous smile on his face, as if he had seen the destruction of everyone.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva raised his hand and waved gently, and the phantom of the willow branches surrounding Nie Caizhu immediately flew over, constantly shrinking and condensing in the void, turning into a drop of nectar and dripping into the flame.
"Tick-tick"
With a slight sound, the flame on the golden book was immediately extinguished by the drop of water. The entire book was shrouded in a layer of water blue light and slowly flew in front of Nie Caizhu.
Seeing this, Nie Caizhu looked at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at a loss.