In fact, there is no essential difference between the wind in hell and the wind in the world of the living;
It is nothing more than the difference in scenery that causes the feeling of wind to be subverted.
It's like standing by the Erhai Lake and feeling the wind or standing in the Sahara and feeling the wind.
At this time,
In the most sacred and highest place in hell for thousands of years—Mount Tai,
An extremely huge monster was spilling its blood madly.
The wind in the area was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.
There was a wise man in the world who, in order to deal with environmental inspections, painted the bare mountains with green paint.
At this time,
Listen to the blood,
Like a huge red paint can,
The entire Mount Tai and its surrounding area are completely dyed red.
On cliffs, streams, and vegetation,
As if in the midst of the vastness,
It seems that there is only one kind of red left.
Listen carefully to the young man sitting on the bed with an extremely sad and anxious look on his face.
I was extremely excited inside.
Sprinkle it.
Sprinkle it.
Sprinkle more.
Sprinkle some quickly.
Watered with the blood of listening,
From now on, his manor is destined to become the most fertile land in the entire hell!
In the boy's mind, it seemed as if the great satisfaction he would feel when he became the number one farmer in hell had emerged.
There are indeed such people in this world. Their pursuits deviate from the rhythm of the masses. They are just lonely and persistent in pursuing their own inner peace.
At this point,
The boy actually looks very much like a Bodhisattva.
Da Changqiu appeared at the foot of the mountain with his mouth full and his body upright. Xiaojiu stood beside him, holding an umbrella for him.
Behind them both,
There were seven attendants standing side by side.
Whether it is the Ten Eunuchs in the past or the Nine Eunuchs now, what has changed is the numbers, but what remains unchanged is the insistence on being neat and tidy no matter what the family does.
Originally, Da Changqiu had no intention of getting involved in this mess.
He had seen how a person like Bodhisattva responded to being punched three times in one day. To be honest, if it happened to him, he would not be able to tolerate it at all.
Even if they endure it, the situation is pressing, and they have to swallow their anger, endure humiliation, and look forward to revenge and counterattack.
People used to be barefoot and not afraid of those wearing shoes. If there was a wound on the body, they would just spit on it, rub it, and then do what they had to do.
But as status and strength rise, those things that seemed meaningless before inexplicably begin to become more and more important, even to the point of being inviolable.
Therefore, this was what Da Changqiu admired the most and also what he feared the most about Bodhisattva.
This kind of person has a deep obsession and is not corrupted by so-called power and status. Therefore, once this kind of person really has mental problems and becomes possessed, it will be the most terrifying.
The obsessions, beliefs, and pursuits that had previously constrained him would now be ignored.
Just like a trapped beast, all the shackles on its body were released in an instant.
Tsk tsk,
Da Changqiu smacked his lips subconsciously.
I deliberately poked my head out of the umbrella.
After waiting for a while, I finally felt a drop of blood dripping onto my tongue. I slowly savored it and it had a fishy and spicy taste.
"Please help me collect some of them. I'll go back and find something to soak in wine to get rid of the fishy smell."
“Yes!”
The seven attendants behind him each took out their storage instruments and began to collect the blood that was all over the sky, busy as hell.
Xiao Jiu looked at Da Chang Qiu with some doubts.
road:
"Brother, aren't we going up?"
"Wait a little longer. Wait a little longer."
Da Changqiu stretched himself lazily.
"A fly won't bite an egg without a crack. You have to let the crack open a little more first."
Xiaojiu frowned slightly, feeling that these words sounded a little uncomfortable.
“Bang!”
Da Changqiu slapped Xiaojiu on the back of the head.
Cursed:
"I can even make a joke of myself, why are you putting on airs here?"
Xiaojiu felt a little aggrieved.
"If you keep looking so sad, I'll send you up there to make things even better for us."
“… …”Xiaojiu.
… …
At this moment, Di Ting was not aware that the Nine Attendants were standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the scenery while collecting their own blood to go back and make wine;
Even if I knew, I couldn't care less about it now.
What it is more worried about is the Bodhisattva.
Buddha and devil are often only a thought away. In Buddhism, there are many people who practice Buddhism to the extreme and end up accidentally becoming devils.
Moreover, it is often the case that the higher the Buddha is, the easier it is for him to be possessed by the devil;
This often means that all the merits accumulated previously are wasted and the great foundation collapses overnight.
The figure of the Bodhisattva sometimes appeared on the altar, sometimes on the cushion, sometimes at the door, and sometimes in the inner room.
Every Bodhisattva is reciting Buddhist scriptures, making great aspirations, and speaking;
Di Ting was good at monitoring everything, but at this moment, it was unable to hear all of the Bodhisattva's words clearly. There were too many and too complicated words, and its own consciousness was constantly being distorted and ravaged in the midst of them.
It wanted to go out, but couldn't. It knew that it had been forced into this cage by the Bodhisattva. This was actually a cage that the Bodhisattva had set for himself. He had imprisoned himself here, and it was Di Ting himself who broke in.
It didn't know what had happened that caused the Bodhisattva to undergo such a big change in just one year.
A year may not be considered a long time for mortals in the world, but for the big guys in hell whose lifespans are often measured in thousands of years, it is naturally much shorter.
But it was from the time when Yama was deposed that Bodhisattva began to show such symptoms.
Originally, Di Ting believed that with the ability of a Bodhisattva, he could completely adjust himself.
Because he is a Bodhisattva, the true supreme will of hell for thousands of years.
But the problem was much more serious than Di Ting had expected.
And when it really planned to come over to check, it found that things had become so difficult that they could not be handled.
Even someone as powerful as Da Changqiu didn't dare to run to the top of Mount Tai to take a look at this time. This is enough to show how terrifying a Bodhisattva with an unclear will is.
"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva..."
Di Ting was still enduring the torment while continuing to call upon the Bodhisattva.
What it is doing now is nothing more than hoping to awaken a bit of clarity in the Bodhisattva through its calls. As long as it can have a little effect, it believes that the Bodhisattva can calm it down.
Its advantage is that it has a strong physique, so it can share the torture of consciousness with its own flesh;
But this is also its disadvantage. It can hear a lot, but it can not do much.
There is no omnipotent being. Even a being of Di Ting's level can only choose one path to walk in its seemingly long life.
However,
When listening to the gradual despair,
It suddenly discovered that
The sounds in the small temple suddenly disappeared. Almost in an instant, the environment here fell into a dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.
From the previous hustle and bustle that almost made people's souls explode, it suddenly turned into this kind of nothingness that seemed to be able to swallow up all the noise in an instant;
This kind of change made people very uncomfortable. Even if they listened carefully, they could only look around quietly with their bloodshot eyes.
finally,
It saw the Bodhisattva.
The Bodhisattva walked to the front of the cushion.
He clasped his hands together and knelt down.
In front of the Bodhisattva,
It is still an altar.
On the altar,
It's a puddle of mud.
“You’re here.”
The voice of the Bodhisattva came.
Di Ting let out a long sigh, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
At this time,
It clasped its hands together respectfully.
Facing the figure of the Bodhisattva,
Devoutly:
"I am coming."
The Bodhisattva nodded. Di Ting was worshipping him, while he was worshipping the altar.
"How is the Buddha?"
Di Ting asked.
"well."
After listening carefully to these words, he felt that the Bodhisattva had overcome the difficulty and the matter was finally settled.
In fact, above Mount Tai, its body was indeed no longer bleeding;
However,
Its body was no longer bleeding, but was slowly expanding. Its already huge and terrifying body was getting bigger and bigger, like a balloon being blown up...
In the small temple,
The mud in front of the Bodhisattva began to wriggle slowly, as if driven by thoughts, and established some connection with some unknown existence in the dark.
The Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:
“You know, what does it mean that I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty?”
As the Bodhisattva's mount, I have discussed lessons with the Bodhisattva many times in the past.
In the past few hundred years, as everything has settled down, such opportunities have become much less frequent.
Di Ting hurriedly replied respectfully:
"When hell is no longer hell, when the world is no longer the world; when hell is regarded as the world, when the world is regarded as hell;
The real world of the living is naturally full of ghosts; the real hell is empty.
The great aspirations of the Bodhisattva can be achieved, the Buddhahood can be attained, and the merits and virtues can be fulfilled. "
"That's what I told him."
Di Ting nodded, he knew who the "he" the Bodhisattva was referring to.
“People give birth to children to seek the truth, to seek, and to seek peace.
After great turmoil comes great peace;
After the great agitation comes the great purity;
After great tribulation, there is great freedom;
Listen carefully... "
"I am here, Bodhisattva."
"Do you know what I want to do?"
Di Ting looked at the altar. The mud on the altar had already condensed into the lower body of a person.
"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva, congratulations to the Bodhisattva, after a thousand years of planning, a thousand years of waiting, and a thousand years of layout, finally leading to the True Immortal Buddha Dharma!"
Di Ting knelt down.
At first, when Ying Gou and Bodhisattva met for the first time;
Ying Gou said that he was not used to having someone sitting on his head.
The Bodhisattva said that he was not used to his empty altar.
After hearing Diting's congratulations,
The Bodhisattva turned his head.
The body twisted into an extremely exaggerated and weird arc.
Listen carefully and see with amazement,
The Bodhisattva's mask is melting,
It was like a pool of molten iron slowly dripping down.
The voice of the Bodhisattva carries a hint of sadness.
road:
"Really?"
Listen carefully and raise your head,
Looking at the sculpture that has already taken shape on the altar,
This sculpture is heroic.
This sculpture is majestic.
Until Di Ting saw the head of the sculpture,
His body trembled violently.
He showed a look of disbelief.
Exclaimed:
"Why is it him!"
———
This plot was so difficult to write. I spent a long time laying the groundwork and designing it, but when I really got to this part, I realized how difficult it was.
I sat in front of the computer all night and only wrote one chapter. Today is the only chapter, and I dare not force myself to write more.