Yang Qian was stunned for a long time, unable to recover from this shocking news.

Jizo, if I understand it correctly, this is the Jizo King Bodhisattva, one of the four great bodhisattvas of Mahayana Buddhism. Legend has it that Jizo began his practice since the immeasurable eons of eternity, and he had already reached the sea of wisdom of the Buddha, and his merits had been fully satisfied, and he should have attained the Buddhahood long ago.

However, Jizo made a grand wish, that hell is not empty, and that he will not become a Buddha, and that all sentient beings will be exhausted before Bodhi can be proven. Vowed to cross all sentient beings, so he hid his true merits, and with his original will power and free supernatural powers, he appeared everywhere to say the Dharma to save sentient beings. This is the real ultimate person in the Buddha realm, if it is really this legendary character encountered, then wouldn't it be a crisis in the world? Thinking of this, Yang Qian's heart suddenly became restless again.

Looking up at the handsome and somewhat excessive Jizo in front of him, Yang Qian still felt a little incredulous, and asked, "Jizo King Bodhisattva?"

"Jizo King Bodhisattva?" a hint of nostalgia crossed Jizo's eyes, but after a moment, he regained his clarity, "That was already the title of twenty years ago. The poor monk Jizo wishes that the king of the mountain will come. ”

"Sure enough, it's ......" Even though there was already a guess in his heart, but from Jizo's mouth, Yang Qian still couldn't help but gasp, and then he didn't know what he remembered, he stepped back a few times and looked at Jizo in horror, "Jizo wishes that the king of the mountain is coming!

"What about becoming a Buddha? A Buddha is still like an ant. Looking at the frightened Yang Qian in front of him, he recalled the scene he saw through the void twenty years ago, and a trace of bitterness crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha...... Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha...... Then why did you become a Buddha? Hell is empty, if hell is empty, where does the ghost cave come from? Why did the world become a ghost twenty years ago?" The Buddha name of Jizo seemed to open all the doubts in Yang Qian's heart at once, and some questions that he had been puzzled about suddenly became clear. Yang Qian's face gradually sank, and his eyes stared coldly at Jizo in front of him, as if he was not a Buddha, but an executioner who caused trouble in the world. Yang Qian really couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and looked at Jizo hoarsely and asked.

"Amitabha. Jizo whispered a Buddha name, and a trace of distress appeared on his originally handsome face, "It's a long story. ”

Yang Qian was silent and glared at Jizo angrily.

"The poor monks naturally know about the affairs of the world, but the poor monks can't do anything. Jizo took a deep look at Yang Qian, sat down cross-legged in the void, and added, "The poor monk passed away twenty years ago, and what you see today is just a wisp of residual thoughts left by the poor monk on the golden lotus. Why the world has become like this, I am afraid that only the Buddha-figure of twenty years ago knows. ”

"Death?" Jizang's voice was not loud, but every word washed over Yang Qian's three views like a stormy wave, "You are a Buddha, the ultimate one, and the one who has achieved the ultimate fruit position, what happened to the underworld twenty years ago? Even you will fall?"

"The poor monk only remembers that in the twenty years of Infernal Hell collapsed, the Yellow Spring dried up, ten thousand ghosts came out, and Hell became a Shura field. The underworld is unbalanced, the order is disordered, the poor monks are incompetent, and the underworld is lost. In desperation, he could only use his Buddha power to trap this infinite Shura in the underworld for twenty years. ”

"Hiss" everything Jizang said, Yang Qian couldn't help but gasp, "What about Taishan Mansion Jun, what about Emperor Xudu? and the legendary Houtu Emperor Diqi...... Since you really exist, then this Heavenly God and Buddha is not fictional, isn't it? Isn't there still a heavenly realm? The legendary Immortal Emperor, the Gou Chen Emperor, the Buddha of the Mahayana Buddha Realm, and the quasi-mention saint...... Could it be that so many gods in mythology, immortals, and Buddhas can't hold the underworld?"

"What happened that day The poor monk didn't know, the poor monk only remembered that the last thing he saw was the Jade Emperor's body, and the earth was bloody, and he passed away. The heavens collapsed, and the gods withered. Where else did the immortals and Buddhas come from in this world, and the poor monk is the last Buddha in this world. ”

"......" Yang Qian wanted to say something to express the shock in his heart. It's just that the information that Jizang said is really appalling, Yang Qian just babbled for a long time, but he couldn't speak.

"The poor monk has been sitting here for twenty years, just waiting for you. The withering of the heavens and the fall of the gods are only the beginning of the end. This is a dead end, a dead end that the gods, the immortals, and the Buddhas can't solve with all their might, you are the only hope, the key to breaking the game. ”

The voice fell, and before Yang Qian could answer, he was stopped by Jizang. Jizo slowly accelerated the speed of the prayer beads, looked up into the distance, and his originally clear eyes gradually became cloudy, "The time for the poor monk has come, remember, the survival of this world is all tied to you alone, the poor monk is gone, and the donor cherishes it." ”

"Eh, wait, come back, you're not done yet. I'm a wasted person, how can I save the world? Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't do anything, how can I be with them" Yang Qianqian saw that his hidden figure was blurred, as if he was about to disappear immediately, and hurriedly shouted. Joke, he is now a wasted person, two years ago the spirit tide riot, and he sacrificed a body of cultivation to quell the spirit tide riot. If it was just that, after all, if you cultivate for the Tao, you can still cultivate it back by virtue of penance, but what is more serious is that in order to seal that spiritual tide, Yang Qian overdrew all his potential, his life was naturally unharmed, and the spiritual root was completely wasted. can only be a Tian Shelang for everyone, and it is absolutely impossible to practice again.

"It doesn't matter. You are not a human race in the first place, and the cultivation method of the human race is not suitable for you. At that time, the heavens and the earth were desolate, and all ethnic groups were numerous, and flowers, birds, insects, and fish could all be cultivated, and not all living beings had spiritual roots. Going to the spiritual root, for you, it is to break the shackles, and the golden lotus that has just entered your body is the last hand of the power of the Three Realms, and it has infinite use. The Buddha power of the poor monk can no longer restrain this ghost, more and more ghosts and ghosts will appear in the world, and the poor monk is incompetent and cannot protect the Three Realms, and the Three Realms will depend on the donor. ”

After the last word was spoken, Jizo's figure had completely dissipated, and Yang Qian called around a few times, but there was no answer.

"Damn, even if you want to leave, at least tell me how to get out of here...... Yes...... Fog Grass ...... What the hell ......"

Before Yang Qian finished speaking, the small broken temple in front of him suddenly became golden and prosperous, stabbing Yang Qian unable to open his eyes. Then, Yang Qian felt a great suction, and the picture in front of him flashed, ghosts and ghosts were rampant, and there were two stunned and overwhelmed junior disciples standing behind him.

"Fog grass...... Senior brother Niu, this is not dead!"

Wang Lieyun was straightforward, and what he thought in his heart immediately said.

"Do you want me dead?"

Yang Qian's eyes swept at Wang Lieyun gloomily.

In the past, Wang Lieyun said that he would not be beaten, but Yang Qian at this time did not have that mood.