Under such circumstances, Lingshan accepted the bribe "bearing the humiliation"... In this way, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva became the Supreme Emperor of the underworld and successfully ate a piece of sweet cake.

The system of Wusi City has also become "reasonable and legal" inexplicably. A group of poor Wusi people have to stay there until their life span is exhausted before they can be reincarnated...

The beggar is the best example. As for the injustice suffered by these innocent people?

hehe.

In this world, no one dares to offend evil people, and the lambs are slaughtered. Just think of it as their small contribution to the stability of the Three Realms.

Emperor Zhenwudang Demon came to the underworld under the silent gaze of the Yin soldiers. With the gaze of the gods in heaven on his back, he went straight to the eighteenth level of hell to confront Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, have you ever seen a demon here?"

"Never." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head slightly to indicate that the demon was nowhere to be found.

"Really? Then let's say goodbye. I'll go check elsewhere." Emperor Zhenwu Dangmo took a few steps, turned back again, stared at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and asked aggressively: "Does Lingshan really not know about this? Is he protecting the devil?

But it’s a capital crime!”

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not blush and was out of breath. He closed his eyes and told lies: "Monks do not tell lies."

Emperor Zhenwu Dangmo roared angrily: "Ksitigarbha, do you really think I don't dare to kill you!?"

"The young monk is standing here, you might as well come up and try."

The two of them were facing each other, and their energy stirred up the space. If this were the underworld, tens of thousands of miles of earth would have collapsed, and all the ghosts involved would be shattered into the most primitive essence of heaven and earth. When the two fight,

Absorb consumption.

Emperor Zhenwu looked solemn, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's smile was cold. After a brief confrontation, Emperor Zhenwu snorted coldly and turned around to leave.

The two broke up unhappy.

Both sides know that the other is wrangling, and this is also a conflict between Heaven and Lingshan.

Emperor Zhenwu stepped into the void, thinking about what the Jade Emperor said to him before descending to earth: "What the Three Realms need is stability. All factors that will endanger the rule of Heaven must be eliminated. Investigate this extraterrestrial demon. If he is hostile to Heaven, expel him."

"

Emperor Zhenwu thought to himself: "But Your Majesty, isn't it Lingshan that is the real threat to Heaven?"

It's strange no matter how you think about it, the Buddha is so high and the Jade Emperor is so condescending.

at the same moment.

King Ksitigarbha watched the departing figure of Emperor Zhenwu, his eyes as deep as ancient wells were unfathomable, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

The City of Wasted Death, the establishment of this city is the result of the compromise and exchange of interests between Heaven and Lingshan. It symbolizes that Lingshan has the privilege of being involved in the reincarnation of sentient beings in the three realms, and Lingshan of the underworld has obtained a certain equity!

However, it is obviously impossible for the Heavenly Court to give benefits to them for nothing. Even if it is to maintain the peace and stability of the Three Realms, such things as cutting off flesh and feeding it to eagles will only appear in the classics.

It's not necessary, and it's impossible to coexist peacefully.

"The time has not come...the time has not come yet..."

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

To mortals, these ten years are just a time when a boy has grown up, and to immortals and gods, they are even less worth mentioning. Time has just passed in the sky, and some lazy immortals just took a nap, and time just passes by.

It slipped through the cracks.

The Buddhist Land of the Western Regions is known as the place closest to Buddha in the world. Everyone worships, believes in, and worships Buddha. It can be said to be the place where belief in Buddha is most deeply rooted!

Temples of all sizes are located among the mountains, and countless people are walking on the roadside toward the west, kowtowing as they go.

It is said that this kind of piety can impress the Buddha and allow people's souls to enter the Buddha's kingdom after death? The pure land of bliss.

The profession of a monk is extremely noble here. Young people are honored to become monks, and women are proud to serve eminent monks. Therefore, monks often go down the mountain in groups to rape and humiliate women in villages and towns.

The locals call this kind of thing "Lama Festival", which is a very festive and solemn event in the local area. The family of a woman favored by the eminent monks must decorate with lights, prepare generous gifts, and send the monks back to the mountain. Otherwise,

Buddha will send down his wrath!

No one wants to experience the wrath of Shura, and no one dares to resist the rule of Buddha. Anyone who says such things has been drowned.

A shaky old farmer told his dirty grandson tremblingly: "Here, the gate of the temple must be at least eight meters high and made of century-old logs. The workers carried it up the mountain one by one.

Going up there, those golden Buddha statues in the temple are all covered with real gold!"

There is a Great Thunder Sound Temple on the top of Lingshan Mountain, with eight Bodhisattvas, four Vajras, five hundred Arhats, three thousand enlightenments, eleven Great Yaos, and eighteen Kalams all sitting in it. At the deepest place is the Buddha Shakya Tathagata, whose Dharma is immeasurable.

There is a small Leiyin Temple at the foot of the mountain, which is the center of belief in this Buddhist land in the Western Regions. It represents the will of the Buddhas on the Lingshan Mountain. The images of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas inside are made of real gold from the inside out!

It’s hard to imagine what a huge amount of wealth this is. It’s so extravagant and rich that even the believers who were lucky enough to enter it were so shocked by the bright golden light that they couldn’t even open their eyes.

I was so dizzy and couldn't believe it at all.

The majesty of Buddha is made of gold.

The grandson of the old farmer asked in a sweet voice: "Then why can't we even have enough to eat?"

The old farmer coughed and said a fact calmly: "Because all this wealth belongs to the Buddha."

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

"My child, you also belong to the Buddha. The temple on the mountain has raised the food tax this year. Grandpa's land has been expropriated... Grandpa is old and can no longer do the heavy farm work. He can't get it.

Those young men who want to go up the mountain... Grandpa is sorry for you."

The old farmer choked and knelt down in tears. His old hands, as dry as tree bark, held the child's delicate neck. This ignorant child still didn't understand what happened.

He knows no fear or bitterness. The world is too big, but some people can't go anywhere.

"Um...um..."

The old farmer has been doing farm work all his life. His palms are covered with calluses and his knuckles are strong. His grandson is hungry and malnourished. At four years old, he still looks like an immature child. His neck is as thin as a noodle and his arms have no muscles at all.

.

Old Nongcha was out of breath. The young creature was kicking and breathing hard with a red face. This child was struggling for life. He wanted to live!

The old farmer shed turbid tears in his eyes and trembled with strength.

"Click."

The next day, people found the old man's body on the roadside. He had his eyes open and hugged his grandson tightly. The flies stayed on his eyeballs. His pupils were looking in the direction of the west, as if he was asking the Buddha why.

?

No one cares about him.

Enthusiastic people walked on the road, kowtowing and kneeling at each step. Some people abandoned their wives and children and wanted to climb the Lingshan Mountain. The long distance took them from youth to old age. Along the way, excited organ sellers would

The sleeping people were put into sacks and dragged away.

Just like picking up garbage, the dismembered bodies were dumped in the river, and farmers disguised as slaughterhouses were everywhere along the river.

Lingshan, this is a journey of redemption.

The pure land leading to the Western Heaven was covered with blood. The young man entered the slaughterhouse, and the red organs were taken out and sent to Foshan. The Buddhas would not eat such fishy things!
Chapter completed!