Lethe River is turbulent and dirty, in the turbulent Lethe River slightly west position, isolated a small island piled up with stones, three zhang square, there is a monk on the island sitting cross-legged, wearing a robe, favoring the right shoulder, holding the lotus in the left hand, the right hand is fearless, sitting alone on the lotus platform. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This monk's face is clear, the corners of his lips are peaceful, his eyes are pure and distant, like a trickle, and like a gurgling water, the slightest trace enters the lungs, refreshing people's hearts and spleens.

This is a kind elder, with an approachable atmosphere, a glance will make people much more calm, the monk recited the Buddha's name: "Om, the end of the bowl is in Tuning, Su Po He." ”

The island is surrounded by countless hideous evil spirits, their hideous grimaces are full of covetousness, dragging their stiff bodies up the island, the breath of the living is a fatal temptation for the evil spirits, they have not eaten for thousands of years, they have long been hungry.

In the face of the hideous evil ghosts, the monks on the island still sat cross-legged with a kind face, and worshiped the Buddha with flowers, and the evil ghosts swarmed up, and soon surrounded him, and the sound of biting and gnawing came out.

He sat on the lotus platform, his treasure was solemn, and his emaciated body was being devoured by evil spirits, and one of the evil spirits swallowed a piece of his flesh raw, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while, and swallowed it in his stomach.

The face of the evil ghost who has been hungry and cold for thousands of years gradually changes, from hideous to peaceful, and then to liberation, and then turns into a little starlight and disappears in the Bodhi light.

Jun Qianyan's majestic righteousness echoed with the old monk's Bodhi Buddha light, becoming the two wonders of the underworld, and the old monk nodded with a smile in his direction.

The ancient monk is an elder about fifty years old, with ordinary eyes, ordinary eyebrows, ordinary lips, ordinary face, ordinary dress, all in all, this is an ordinary monk who can no longer be ordinary, it is this ordinary monk who has done extraordinary things.

This is a pair of wise eyes, in the eyes of the other party, he seems to see a wise man kowtow in front of the Buddha, with great wisdom and perseverance to make a great wish: "Hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha, all sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven." ”

"Withdrawn?" Hei Wuchang stared blankly at the calm Lethe River, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Bai Wuchang's tone trembled: "Sir, let's go." His heart was always hanging in his throat, and the fear that had accumulated for thousands of years was released today.

Jun Qianyan responded: "Okay." He also wanted to meet the person in charge as soon as possible and find out the ins and outs of the matter.

The two ghosts were in front, he was behind, and they followed the two of them all the way, and walked a short distance Bai Wuchang admonished: "Don't open your eyes on the road ahead, remember to remember." Bai Wuchang's words were very heavy, and even from his tone, Jun Qianyan could feel the voice trembling with fear.

The river of Lethe River is like ten thousand horses galloping wildly, the stinky river water is flooded with monstrous waves, and in the huge waves, naked ghosts swim desperately, trying to break free but swimming closer and closer, they can only be torn apart by the current with fear on their faces.

There is a calm place in the majestic waves, which is particularly eye-catching, incompatible with the whole Lethe, and there is a flower growing out of thin air on the calm water, a fiery red, delicate and blood-like flower.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Bai Wuchang's head was covered with sweat, and due to excessive tension, his pace sped up a few points.

"Oops." Hei Wuchang was a little shorter, and the other party walked fast, but he couldn't keep up, he didn't pay attention, stepped on the air, and fell to the ground.

"Why are you ......" Bai Wuchang was very annoyed, and just wanted to scold the other party, but found that the young man behind him was staring blankly at the center of Lethe.

"Get out of here." He hurriedly ran over and dragged the other party, but it was difficult to shake the slightest, and the other party seemed to have taken root under his feet and was connected to the entire underworld.

At the moment when Hei Wuchang fell to the ground, his heart was surging, and he subconsciously glanced back, it was this glance that made it difficult for him to move a bit, made his heart tremble, and made him unable to move his eyes anymore.

He never knew that there were such beautiful flowers in the world, the beauty made people's hearts tremble, the beauty was indescribable, the beauty was thrilling, the beauty could not be forgotten after seeing it, the beauty was suffocating, and a flower collected all the beauty in the world.

His footsteps walked towards Lethe, step by step, there were no evil ghosts, no noise, no world in his mind, only the bewitching and magnificent flowers in his eyes, and his footsteps approached Lethe.

The originally silent flowers on the other side suddenly flickered, and the fiery red light shone brightly, rendering the entire Lechuan River, looking at it, the blood was red, as if a beautiful wedding dress was put on for this Lethe River, and the evil ghosts in the river fled frantically with an indescribable fear color, and the miserable screams played a song of marriage.

The old monk opened his eyes with a look of sadness in his eyes.

Wherever the red light shines, there is a figure of the other side flower, and a road appears at his feet, paved by the red other side flower, bright and coquettish, enchanting and charming.

He stepped on the fiery red road, very soft, very comfortable, the flowers on the other side with a refreshing fragrance, pouring in from between his mouth and nose, he was wearing white clothes, the red light shone on the angular face, making the original masculine he was even more evil and enchanting.

The evil spirits in the Lethe River fled in all directions with fear, black and white impermanence was cut off from the other side, they could not move forward, this was his own path, no one could interfere.

"Jizo Bodhisattva, please save him." Bai Wuchang knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the Jizo King on the isolated island, his originally funny face full of anxiety.

"Have mercy on me, as long as you save him and let me do anything." Black Impermanence also knelt on the ground, worshipping reverently, his hat falling aside.

King Jizo put his palms together and sighed deeply: "Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death." After speaking, he closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to what was in front of him, but his constantly shaking eyelids showed that his heart was not at peace.

"If you fight, you will die if you save it, and if you don't save it, you will die." Black and white impermanence glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and both made up their minds.

"Nests and nests have been in the nest for thousands of years, and they have hooked souls every day, and now the two of us are also heroes and save souls!" The two of them raised their heads violently, their eyes were resolute, and they fell on the flowers on the other side in unison.

"No response?"

The two of them glanced at each other, and the devil's flower that could seduce the soul had no effect: "Chong." The two of them no longer hesitated and strode towards the other side of the flower road, and when they reached the side of the road, an invisible barrier blocked the way, and they took out their weapons to attack wildly, but they could not shake it, as if the road on the other side had been closed.

Jun Qianyan's eyes were blank, as if he was enchanted, walking alone on the most beautiful road in the world, until he came to the end of the road on the other side, he stopped with sadness on his face, and the pain made people feel distressed.

The flowers do not see the leaves, the leaves do not see the flowers, the thousand years of thanks, the world is sad.

A crystal tear flowed from the corner of the eye, through the cheek, over the corner of the lips, with sadness, pain, with dazedness, and even more with unprecedented pity.

"Click, click." Black and impermanent tears fell like a kite with a broken string, and his dark face was full of sadness, although this sadness did not know where it came from, he just wanted to cry.

"Am I in tears? Ghosts can shed tears? Bai Wuchang stared blankly at a drop of clear water in the palm of his hand, crystal clear, tears flowed into his mouth, a little sour, a little melancholy, thousands of years, since he became a ghost, there has not been a single tear.

Ghosts have no tears, and those who tear are not ghosts.

King Jizo Bodhisattva suddenly opened his eyes, and a little disbelief gradually expanded in his eyes, until it spread to the entire eyeball: "How is this possible! ”

The moist tears poured on the fiery red demon flower, and the red that had been swaying with the wind stopped abruptly, like a switch, and the entire Lethe River was still, and even the underworld.

"Boom!"

After the absolute silence, there was a strong and terrifying outburst, this outburst was so terrifying, a light of resentment went straight to the heavens and the earth, and even the nine springs that had been flowing trembled a little.

Where the red light spreads, the mountains and rivers collapse, the void collapses, and the crazy fleeing demons completely disappear before they even have time to scream, and the red light is still expanding, and if it goes down, the entire underworld will be affected.

Suddenly a little white light appeared, which was weak at first, and in an instant it shone for a thousand miles, with harmony in the light, with tranquility, with holiness that could not be blasphemed.

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth stood up from the ground due to excessive excitement, and the shock on his face was incomprehensible, and he spit out five words with difficulty for a while: "Pure is born from filth!" ”

Everywhere the white light passed, the red light dissipated, and a holy aura enveloped the entire Lethe, and the evil ghosts who were struggling in the Lethe were illuminated by the white light, and their faces showed a look of enlightenment.