In the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli calendar,
In Yangjian,
A man named Teng Zijing was exiled to Baling County;
The next year, he had nothing to do and rebuilt Yueyang Tower.
In the third year, Fan Zhongyan, who had just been exiled to Dengzhou, wrote "Yueyang Tower Inscription".
It was in this year, 1044 AD (the fourth year of the Qingli period).
The Buddhist gate is opened,
A Bodhisattva came to hell sitting on the back of a huge ferocious beast.
On this day,
All the ghosts in hell looked up at the same time and saw the ferocious beast blocking out the sky and the sun;
On this day,
The officials under the Fujun system took this scene as a topic of conversation after dinner. They had no premonition that the Fujun system, which had been running for thousands of years, would be overturned because of the arrival of this Bodhisattva.
And the listening ear, which they call "the big fool", will become the ear that monitors their every move in the next thousand years, bringing extremely depressing terror.
On this day,
A purple-belted judge named Li was in a small hell. He had just killed a ghost king who had been cultivating secretly. He and his robed men were sitting in front of the ghost king's corpse, using the remaining resentment in his body as a bonfire and singing freely.
On this day,
A man named Dong, who is from the branch of Fujun lineage, is leading a group of men to the section of Huangquan Road where the accident happened, hunting down a group of evil ghosts who are trying to create chaos and return to the world.
This day, if not viewed in light of future developments, would have been just an ordinary day;
But looking at the development before and after,
On this day,
It was actually the day hell truly changed.
On the top of Mount Tai, there is a palace, if it can still be called a palace.
The palace walls like a quadrangle,
A lobby,
A bedroom,
A large courtyard with only a stone table and a stone bench.
A man in white clothes yawned and rubbed the hair of the monkey next to him.
His eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, his nose, and his gaze are all filled with "boring" and "dullness".
sometimes,
The starting point of life is too high.
Not so good either.
When you are born, you have everything you are supposed to have.
Life has lost its meaning of struggle since its beginning;
Who can blame his ancestors for being so powerful? He picked all the thorns in hell flat by himself, and didn't even leave a few for his successors to practice with.
The previous lords of the mansion, although not blessed with great merits, could be considered diligent and conscientious, so that when he took over, there was nothing left for him to do except to go find a monkey to smash according to tradition.
In fact, hundreds of years later, there was a man named Hiroko who had similar feelings to him. However, Hiroko focused all his energy on sleeping with women and his harem, making an unignorable contribution to the development of the TV drama industry and cultural undertakings in later generations.
The shadow comes,
The man in white raised his head and looked towards the western sky.
With emotion:
“So big.”
The monkey next to him immediately raised his head, with an unconvinced look on his face, and prepared to reveal his true form and fight with that person.
The man in white reached out and patted the monkey's head.
Very perfunctorily:
"Your biggest, your biggest."
The monkey smiled happily.
The man in white rolled his eyes.
Since choosing it,
He would have self-doubt every now and then.
Why on earth would I choose this idiot to be by my side
Is it to highlight my own intelligence
No,
I'm definitely not that shallow!
Di Ting flew directly to the top of Mount Tai, and the light of the Bodhisattva shone brightly on his body.
The man in white reached out and scratched his ear.
Get up,
Stretched.
In an instant,
From Mount Tai,
Storms and thunder,
The majestic momentum seemed to squeeze water out of the sky;
At this moment, Di Ting's majestic body is like a small boat in the sea, swaying and rocking.
The Bodhisattva stood up and fell down from Di Ting's body.
It was like a saint walking on the raging waves, from one shore to the other.
Di Ting then began to shrink his body and transformed into the image of a young man. He was wearing a black robe, and his face still retained the immaturity and arrogance.
The Bodhisattva came down, and Di Ting came down with the Bodhisattva.
The man in white sat down on the stone bench.
When Bodhisattva and Di Ting landed in this small courtyard,
The man in white pointed around.
Warm and hospitable:
"sit."
But in this courtyard, there is only a stone table and a stone bench;
For Mr. Yu,
In the whole hell, there are almost no people who can be on equal footing with him, and if there are, they will be eliminated immediately.
So, in this yard, it is enough to leave a stone bench, and other people who come can just kneel down.
The Bodhisattva did not feel that he was being slighted.
Sit down naturally, cross-legged in front of the stone table.
Di Ting behind him glanced at the monkey beside the man in white with some displeasure, and sat down cross-legged with the Bodhisattva.
"I am coming."
The Bodhisattva said,
at the same time,
Bow your head,
With a little respect,
He said in a deep voice:
"Ksitigarbha, I greet the Lord of the Mansion."
The man in white glanced at the master and servant who were meditating on the ground.
road:
“Buddhism has always talked about reincarnation. A few years ago, I heard that you tried to create three thousand small worlds by yourself, wanting to create reincarnation by yourself, but it seems that there has been no follow-up.
I know that you have been eyeing hell and want to take it into your hands, but I am curious, when the previous Lord was here, you did not make any moves;
How come when I got here,
You actually sent someone here.
and,
The Buddha does not come.
It turned out to be a Bodhisattva who came.”
The Bodhisattva's face was covered with a mask, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. Facing the obviously provocative questioning from the man in white,
He just replied calmly:
"Buddha is Buddha, I am me. Buddha has his own business, and I have my own business."
"Don't you want to become a Buddha?"
"After becoming a Buddha, I am still me, and Buddha is still Buddha. Becoming a Buddha is just a stage, not an end."
"You're kind of interesting."
The man in white stood up and walked in front of the Bodhisattva.
Di Ting opened his eyes and stared at the man in white in front of him with strong vigilance.
The man in white suddenly stretched out his hand.
Just like he just touched his own monkey.
Touched Di Ting’s head.
Di Ting was stunned for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed, but the next moment, a terrifying consciousness suddenly overwhelmed him, instantly crushing all his anger and courage.
Meow… …
The man in white continued to pat Di Ting on the head while looking at the Bodhisattva.
"No wonder you were sent here. The tempers of the past lords were not very good. Those True Buddhas did not dare to come here themselves, so they sent you here to die. It seems that you are not doing well there, right
But I can see that you probably look down on them, right?"
The Bodhisattva remained silent.
The man in white shook his head in dissatisfaction and said, "Didn't you come here just to talk?"
The Bodhisattva nodded and replied, "I was just thinking about what to say."
"Is this even worth thinking about?"
"We need to think carefully about this."
"Am I so bad at talking?"
"It's easy to talk to you, but it's hard to convince you."
The man in white waved his finger, and the stone bench split in two. He pointed to the other side and said:
"Sit down and talk it over. Actually, I'm quite a spendthrift, really."
… … …
No one could tell exactly what the Bodhisattva said to the Lord of the Mansion during those days, but they talked for forty-nine days in a row.
Originally, it should have been finished on the 47th day.
But the Lord forced the Bodhisattva to stay for two more days. The two of them clearly had nothing to talk about, but they still sat face to face for two days without saying a word.
Because the Lord felt that if it were a full forty-nine days, it would sound more impressive.
Regarding this exchange between the Bodhisattva and the Lord of the House,
Based on subsequent developments, the dead souls in hell came up with a more convincing version.
for example,
After the conversation,
The Bodhisattva walked out of the courtyard.
Standing next to the stone lion at the door,
Made a great wish:
“I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty.”
It seems as if the person who spread this version is the stone lion.
Then,
After the conversation,
The Lord of the House sat on a stone bench.
Lost in deep thought,
Finally, with a smile,
Opening his mouth:
"The Bodhisattva is right."
The person who spread this version was like the stone bench, pressed against the Lord's buttocks, and therefore heard everything.
In fact,
After the conversation,
The Bodhisattva sat on Di Ting's body and chose to leave directly.
Listen carefully and ask the Bodhisattva:
"Are you ready?"
The Bodhisattva shook his head.
“Maybe it’s healed, maybe it’s not.”
"Will we come back?"
“Maybe I’ll come back, maybe I won’t.”
"This yard feels a bit small." Di Ting said.
“I think it’s a bit big.”
This version of the facts will certainly not satisfy the curiosity of the ghosts in hell. It is not domineering and not exciting. Even if it is true, it will definitely be regarded as false.
On the other side,
After the conversation, the man in white drank some wine while helping his monkey to catch lice that didn't exist at all.
After catching for a long, long time,
The man in white reached out and hit the monkey on the head.
Cursed:
"People know that if you ask a question, it might accidentally become a famous quote and spread out.
How come you can't even fart here?"
Houza felt very wronged.
The man in white shook his head and sighed, "You know, if Xiaohong was here, she would have rushed out and beat that guy's brains out."
The monkey was stunned for a moment.
The horse's face showed a fierce look,
Get up,
It seemed that he was planning to challenge the Di Ting to a duel to see who was truly the biggest one.
“Bang!”
The man in white hit the monkey on the head again.
"He is very smart, so smart that I find it unbelievable."
Houza held his head in grievance, not knowing whether he should nod or shake his head in cooperation.
The man in white looked at the stone bench that was split in two.
I laughed foolishly.
road:
"If I wasn't afraid of scaring him, I wouldn't have given him half of it. I'll give you all of this hot potato."
The man in white took another sip of wine.
Smash your lips,
Laughing:
"Let's see who will have the last laugh a thousand years from now!"
The man in white lowered his head and looked at Hou Zha's expression of "unclear but impressive".
Touch your forehead,
have no choice,
Explains:
“He who laughs last laughs best.”
The monkey opened his mouth wide.
He smiled exaggeratedly.
… … …
In the drugstore next to the bookstore,
Under the watchful eyes of Qinghe Boss Zhou,
The old Taoist priest, who was lying there with his eyes wide open,
Suddenly he laughed out loud, "Hahahahahaha".
Laughing,
Like a mentally retarded person.
———
Eight chapters of content were blocked by the system earlier, but Long and the editor have revised them and released them.
When I wrote the thousandth chapter, some friends complained: Why doesn’t the author divide it into volumes? He must write more than a thousand chapters. Fortunately, the chapter titles are not counted in the word count.
This time when we modified the blocked chapters, it was convenient. We could just type out 67, 127, 234, etc. It was much easier for the editor Longhe to find and modify them, and we didn't have to look for them one volume at a time.
This was Long's deliberate preparation for a rainy day. Long was not bragging about his experience in this area...