Let's say that after the Monkey King became famous in the Three Realms, he became the fragrant bait of the demon clan at the time, and this one invited wine today, and the family held a banquet tomorrow, and friends made friends full of three mountains and five mountains, and the footprints traveled all over the thousands of rivers and mountains, and they had a lot of fun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the contrary to him, the White Bone Demon King, whose beauty is spread all over the world, bears the name of the first beauty in the demon world, but he is willing to sit in Huaguo Mountain, staying at home, rarely showing up, sometimes even the goblins on Huaguo Mountain may not be able to see her for three or two months, full of mystery.

The mind of a living being is the most complex and interesting thing in the Three Realms. They tend to be dismissive of what is placed on the countertop. For things that are mysterious, they are full of curiosity.

The specific manifestation of this desire is that all kinds of legends about the White Bone Demon King, whether imaginary or fictional, have been sung one after another, and they have endured, just like the moment when Chang'e became famous countless years ago.

And in the spread of various legends, the spring of March has quietly arrived.

On a certain day, the spring flowers bloomed, the sun was bright and not dazzling, mild and comfortable, and the sun made people drowsy.

In front of the Water Curtain Cave, the monkey sent away several demon kings, ate too much wine, and his head was a little uncomfortable, and he fell asleep on the newly built Jade Bridge of the Water Curtain Cave, and the cry shook the sky.

In the Water Curtain Cave, the white bone spirit who was practicing cross-kneeled looked up, shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the cave, ready to carry him into the cave.

Just as he walked out of the cave, he saw two phantoms, one black and one white, appearing out of thin air, holding the approval document, and couldn't help but say, put a lock fairy rope on the monkey's head, and dragged out his soul.

"Black and white impermanence!" the white bone spirit immediately stopped, understanding what was going on.

The monkey is about to enter the underworld, and in the future, the names of all the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain will be ticked off in the book of life and death, so that the monkey clan of Huaguo Mountain will have a chance to live forever.

Knowing that the monkey would not be in danger, the white bone spirit hesitated for a moment, but still followed behind the black and white impermanence. It's not that I want to go to the underworld for a walk, but I want to see if he can get some energy in the chaos when the monkey is making trouble in the underworld.

Unconsciously, the charm coin is far from enough, and the matter of promising to help Ou Yezi recover his arms is now only a glimpse of the eight characters, and it is still far away.

He needs a lot of energy, which is not available in Huaguo Mountain, and may be found in the underworld.

Huangquan Road is lonely and cold, and the wind is like a knife. The yang god and yin soul are okay, they belong to the same origin, and the yin wind blows on the face, and they will only feel slightly cold. But if the Yang Body comes, it will endure unimaginable tribulations, and the higher the cultivation realm, the more powerful the attack will be.

This is also the reason why some low-level monks may break into the underworld, but high-level monks can only look at the road and sigh.

The bone identity of the white bone spirit belongs to the yang body, and it is extremely difficult to walk on the Huangquan Road. And his situation is very special, his soul cannot be separated from his bones, which means that he can only rely on his strength and perseverance to resist the resistance that is constantly transmitted.

After crossing the Huangquan Road with difficulty and coming to the Lechuan River, Bai Gu was shrewd and kept paying attention to the three people in front of him, but in a trance, he actually chased the person away, and he was also lost on the bank of the Lechuan River, not knowing the east and west, north and south, front and back.

"What's the situation? I'm an Earth Immortal Six Turns, and I actually lost my way, and besides, I'm lost?" the white bone spirit frowned, very surprised by the current situation.

It is undoubtedly very difficult to go back when you don't even know the front and back. The Bone Spirit hesitated for a moment, then decided to bet on his luck, chose a direction, and walked quickly.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know how far I walked, a sea of flowers suddenly appeared in front of the white bone spirit.

In the sea of flowers is the same kind of flower, each of them is extraordinary, red like fire, gorgeous like blood, gathered into a piece, spectacular beyond human imagination, beautiful jaw-dropping.

This kind of otherworldly beauty does not exist in the mortal world at all, and it does not make people feel shocked and shocked.

Here, after all, it's hell.

Just when the white bone spirit was stunned, a little monk wearing a white monk's robe, with a handsome face and an immortal posture, walked over from the sea of flowers like a sea of blood, holding a flower swaying without wind in his hand, and was slightly stunned when he saw him, and then smiled: "Do you know what kind of flower this is?"

The white bone spirit woke up like a dream and took a few steps back: "I don't want to know what kind of flower this is, I just want to know who you are." ”

The handsome little monk chuckled and said, "Does it matter who I am? ”

"Maybe you think this kind of answer is very Buddha-like, or Zen-like, but to me, it sounds like farting. You're not you, aren't you still me?" said the White Bone Spirit in a cold voice.

The little monk's expression paused slightly, and after a while, he said with a smile: "What the female donor said makes sense, even if it is about the equality of all beings, but the eyes of the Buddha and the eyes of people are different after all. The Buddha has no self, but sentient beings have ......"

"Stop, I'm not in the mood to explore the Dharma with you. The white bone spirit opened his mouth and said, "The two of us are strangers, and I don't want to investigate who you are now, so let's go our separate ways, okay?"

The little monk smiled, turned out to be bright, and said softly: "I didn't block your way, did I? ”

The white bone spirit glanced at him, walked straight past him, and walked towards the sea of flowers.

He could feel that there was aura in this flower, which could be extracted.

"Female donor, in the dark, I have a hunch that between us, we will meet again. The little monk turned around and said to the back of the white bone spirit.

"I don't want to say goodbye to you!" muttered the Bone Spirit, quickening his pace and sinking into the sea of flowers.

Outside the sea of flowers, the little monk smiled at the flowers, and his body seemed to exude a bright white light, compassion, transit, and bright breath.

"Jin Chanzi, why did you come here?" At a certain moment, a great monk wearing a crown on his head, dressed in heavenly clothes, and holding a tin staff came slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he came to the little monk.

"I heard that among the Three Realms, only the Mahayana Buddhism of King Jizo Bodhisattva is the most subtle, and I have come to ask for advice. But I didn't want to, and I was lost in this sea of flowers for a while. Jin Chanzi said with a smile.

King Jizo looked at him with a complicated gaze and said seriously: "Hinayana Buddhism can cross oneself and others, and cultivate one's own body. Mahayana Buddhism can cross sentient beings, but it is difficult to cross oneself, so the Buddhas in the Western Heaven are all majoring in Hinayana Buddhism, why do you never forget Mahayana Buddhism?"

"The reason is very simple, the Buddha is to cross sentient beings!" said Jin Chanzi seriously.

"That's the reason?" King Jizo opened his mouth wide and looked stunned, "Isn't there any other reason, such as the Great Oath?"

Jin Chanzi knew in his heart that the king of Jizo in front of him majored in the great vow, and the great vow he made was that the popular hell was not empty, and he would not become a Buddha.

There are endless sentient beings, and it is impossible for all of them to become Buddhas, but this does not affect the power of vows. Because of this vow, in hell, even if it is a Nyorai, it is difficult to say that he can defeat the King of Jizo.

"Without a great vow, my idea is as simple as that, the Buddha is to transform sentient beings. Facing the surprised gaze, the golden cicada's voice was soft, but categorical, full of faith and strength.