After Fan Wusu left the Hall of Impermanence, he went directly to the Imperial City of the Underworld.

The Roots of the Royal City are the residences of the elders of the Hades in the order of the twelve auspicious beast totems, although it is not like the daily routine meeting of the heavens, which is particularly rigorous, but the twelve elders will still discuss some things of the Hades together every once in a while.

Although the palace does not yet have an owner, the daily work is essential.

Around the palace of Hades, there are cold iron chiefs in their hands. guns, or guards armed with long swords, there are two Xian'e with lamps standing in front of the door, and the ayara on her body will float softly in the air with a beautiful arc as the wind blows.

When Fan Wusu went to go, a team of little fairy maids who were in charge of cleaning came out of the hall, holding the beast incense and some utensils that had been replaced.

Fan Wusu walked directly past the gate and walked to the main hall behind to deal with important matters without squinting, there were not many people in it, he wrote his name on the old man guarding the pavilion on the side, and then got the key to enter.

He just wanted to see which Buddha Meng had invited.

In fact, he didn't know much about the Buddhas of the Western Heavens, but he vaguely heard some elderly immortals in the Underworld once said that when Xie Bi'an was young, he once went to the Western Heaven to practice for thousands of years because the Buddha bones on his body could not be integrated with the Underworld.

It's just that what Fan Wusu didn't expect was that in the library pavilion, he actually saw Manzhu who had a relationship with each other before.

He only hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and saluted, "Manzhu." ”

"It's you." Manju was sitting on the desk. A string of bells was wrapped around his bare ankles, and with a slight shake as he turned around, a pleasant ringing rang out at once.

"What are you here to see?" Manzhu turned his gaze back to the book, and then said, "If you want to know something, you might as well ask Chang'an directly." Most of the books here are written by him himself. ”

Fan Wusu had already walked to the front of the bookshelf—he naturally recognized the handwriting on each book.

When he was taken to the underworld by Xie Bi'an, let alone writing, he couldn't even use chopsticks.

The time of a thousand years is fast and slow.

Xie Bi'an personally held his hand and taught him to write down the names of the two of them, and then changed his name from Wu Forgiveness to Wu Shu, and gave him another surname.

"I'm here because I don't want to ask him about something." Fan Wufu lowered his eyes and looked for it according to the years.

"If you're looking for the things that are suppressed under the royal city, it's not in this area." Manjoo spoke softly, shaking his feet, with the bell ringing in the background, and he said, "Those things are separate from the accounts here. The key is only available in Chang'an. ”

Fan Wusu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said, "Where is the record of Meng Po Niangniang herself?" ”

"Meng Po?" Manzhu tilted his head, the blooming Manzhu flower in the center of his eyebrows looked particularly beautiful, in this library full of ancient books, it seemed that even his temperament was not as unapproachable as it seemed on weekdays.

"Well, it's on your right." He reached out and gently pointed at Fan Wusu, then gently closed the book in his hand, put one finger between the place he had just seen, and looked at him sideways with his chin propped up.

Fan Wusu didn't see it, and after finding the record of Meng Po's trip that year, he sat down on the side and slowly flipped through it.

Manzhu jumped off the table lightly, the red clothes on his body jumped like flames, he wiped the book in his hand in one place and counted it as a record, then turned his head and said to Fan Wusu, who had a calm face: "Instead of reading these things here, you should go to the Four Noble Truths in person." ”

The Four Noble Truths?

Fan Wusu turned the page for a moment, and he knew that place.

There is a Buddha in the Four Noble Truths of the West, named Zhengyin. Counting his qualifications, he is already a very powerful ancient Buddha.

Xiao Wuyan kept surpassing the eight thousand Buddha temples day and night, and he couldn't delay at all.

The Zhengyin Ancient Buddha preached with his own fairness, and trapped the original 8,000 rakshasas with the power of one person, and now after so many years, there are only a lot of rakshasas imprisoned inside.

The Zhengyin Ancient Buddha of the Four Truths, that is, the Buddha that Xie Bi'an served when he was a child.

He seemed to have heard Meng Po say that when Xie Bi'an was young, he always wore a set of white robes on his body, covering from head to toe, for fear that a trace of unclean things would be contaminated, making his Buddha qi, which was not so stable, become unstable.

At that time, the ancient Buddha of Zhengyin personally lit an everlasting lamp for him, and Xie Bi'an did it every day when he was in the Four Truths, that is, standing in the long corridor with the candle flame that seemed to be extinguished at any time, wiping the gods and Buddhas of the heavens engraved in the murals.

There is the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave, there are many Buddhas who have passed away, and there will always be a dazzling but not dazzling circle of merit behind the Buddha's head, which is to represent the merits of his life.

Xie Bi'an's Buddha nature was gradually cultivated at that time.

Fan Wusu slowly put down the book in his hand, he thought, Xie Bi'an has been in the Ten Thousand Buddha Caves for thousands of years, and he must have very deep feelings there, and the Zhengyin Ancient Buddha, who has watched Xie Bi'an grow up since he was a child, will definitely know something.

"Thank you." Fan Wusu sincerely thanked him, and still sat there and continued to flip through the book in his hand.

The name of the Four Truths, he actually learned it from Xie Bi'an.

There are many immortal families in the heavens and the earth who want to send their children to the West Heaven to grind their minds, but in the end, those who can stay in the Four Noble Truths are only Xie Bi'an and Wu Song Liusu as far as Fan Wuxu knows.

The two of them are also destined, after being sent to the west, the door of the Four Truths has been opened, and the two children who don't know anything can already follow the road directly to the lotus platform of the Zhengyin Ancient Buddha to practice meditation, but if they don't have that opportunity......

Fan Wusu pursed his lips, probably they couldn't even find where the gate of the Four Truths was.

Manzhu probably also knew that the Four Noble Truths Heaven was not easy to enter, so he smiled lightly, approached Fan Wusu and said, "I was not allowed to enter after kneeling outside the Four Noble Truths Heaven for thousands of years, and if I want to enter, I probably still have to have a guide." ”

"You have been gracious to Sawa in the world, so it's okay for me to say a few more words today." Manzhu's eyes deepened, and the light in his hand became brighter and brighter, "The people who are alive in the underworld now, except for Meng Po and the ancient gods who have been in the world for a long time, are probably the only ones left who know about it." ”

"There are some things that you can't just do if you want to." Manzhu put an already old key in his hand on the table, "Has Chang'an ever told you, where was he born?" ”

Fan Wuxu shook his head.

"He was born in the Buddha Sea, the deepest part of Hades." Manzhu looked at Fan Wuxuan's changed face, and pointed to the key on the table, "It just so happens that the books here have always been kept by me and Sha Hua, if you want to know something, you might as well go there and see it yourself." ”

"You can come in with a name card in this library, and you can't really let people know the secrets, here, you can't find anything."

After Manzhu finished speaking, he jumped out on tiptoe gently, the Manzhu lamp in his hand was not an obvious halo, Fan Wusu followed his gaze, until he disappeared outside the door, then he came back to his senses, closed the book in his hand, and put it back in its place.

All the things related to Xie Bi'an's past have been kept tightly.

Fan Wusu suddenly felt extremely frustrated for a while-he had been inseparable from Xie Bi'an for thousands of years, but only now did he realize that he knew almost nothing about Xie Bi'an.