What I am, I am who I am, and I am the essence of the most central part of the True Spirit.

Because there is me, that is, there is my thoughts, and the thoughts wrap me, and wherever the thoughts go, they fill the true spirit body.

There is heaven and earth, that is, there is nature, and heaven and earth naturally take care of the true spirit, and imprint spiritual marks on the surface of the spirit body. ”

In the dim Yuhua Palace, Zhou Fan couldn't help muttering to himself.

He looked down at the dissected true spirit in his hand, raised his hand slightly, and sprinkled it.

"I finally got it. Zhou Fan sighed deeply and took out the dull relics from his arms.

Mana poured into the relics and probed.

Sure enough, the relics protect the most important point of the void bamboo, "me".

Nothing else.

That is, if you want to resurrect the void bamboo, the most important thing is to fill the spirit body with thoughts.

Why is there a rumor of the resurrection of the Buddha's relics?

That's because the Buddha's "I" is too strong, and the thoughts that arise can quickly fill the spiritual body and restore the true spirit.

Of course, the scars that represent character, instinct, and deep memories do not reappear.

How can the "I" thing be enhanced?

That's enough scars.

The spirit mark will subtly enhance the "me" little by little.

This is why it is so difficult to become a Buddha, because you need to increase your spiritual marks little by little by comprehending the Dharma and feeling the red dust.

When the "I" is strong enough, I will begin to attain Nirvana, destroying everything, leaving only the "I" protected by the relics.

Then the thoughts that arise from "me" fill the spiritual body and become a new, non-dusty, non-cause-and-effect, immaculate true spirit.

This is nirvana rebirth.

But now Xuzhu's "I" is too weak, and if I want to be reborn in Nirvana, I don't know if I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Therefore, Zhou Fan needs to help.

Let all sentient beings believe in the void bamboo, and fill the spiritual body with the incense and fire power of all sentient beings.

This is the resurrection of Shinto.

Of course, there will be a flaw in this method, that is, the incense will affect the character of the reborn Xuzhu.

But now there is only this way, and people's personalities can change because of the acquired environment, as long as they are still that person.

Think about it.

Zhou Fan poured mana into the relics continuously.

If the relics are regarded as the sun, then the "I" of the void bamboo is like a ping-pong ball.

The mana carefully protected the "I" of the void bamboo, and then began to transform the relics.

The immortals and Buddhas in this world are extinct, and the heavenly court and the earthly mansion have also disappeared, and Zhou Fan plans to transform the relics of the void bamboo into a new underworld.

Let all sentient beings in reincarnation contribute to the resurrection of the void bamboo.

This idea was also inspired by the scene of the evolution of the Black Mountain into a dead city back then.

Outside of the "I" in the center of the relics, it is as if I am experiencing a groundbreaking.

The substance begins to be separated in a directional way, moving.

The light material moves to the outer layer of the relic, and the heavy material moves to the inside.

Zhou Fan classified these substances into nineteen grades.

There is a gap between each level, and it is not connected to each other.

That is, there are 18 layers of void layer below the surface of the relic, and the original center of the void ball contains the "I" of the void bamboo.

Eerie buildings began to emerge in the outermost voids.

A portal towered up to the sky, and the doorposts were full of reliefs of hideous demon Shura's faces, and the entire portal was as black as ink.

The door is engraved with three big characters that are bright red: Ghost Gate.

A wide, grey stone brick road winds its way into the distance.

The street sign at the intersection reads: Huangquan Road.

On both sides of the road, there are flowers as brilliant as blood, and there are flowers without leaves, giving people an ominous beauty of strangeness, disaster, death and separation.

The red and bright like fire illuminates the entire Huangquan Road, and it is also the only scenery and color of this Huangquan Road.

Beyond Huangquan Road, there is nothing to see, full of mystery and horror.

At the end of Huangquan Road, a blood-yellow river cut it off.

That's when an intersection arises.

If you go straight ahead, there is a bridge that spans the entire length of the river and leads to the other side.

There is a huge stone next to the river in front of the bridge, and the words on the stone are bright red as blood, and there are four words engraved on it: "Ascend to the other side early".

After crossing the bridge, there is an earthen platform and a pavilion.

If you don't go straight, go to the left for a while, and there is a dark golden Buddha hall, with the book "Jizo Hall" written on it.

If you go to the right, you will come to the entrance of a large black city, and on the gate of the city are written two large golden letters: Netherworld.

.......

When the construction came here, Zhou Fan stopped.

"Master, today Daotong is ready to go down the mountain to take revenge, and I have come here to say goodbye to my master. ”

"I came here to say goodbye to my master (Mr.). ”

Then there was kowtow after kowtow.

Zhou Fan shook his head helplessly, not annoyed by being interrupted, and will continue later.

"Edgeworthiness!"

"One. ”

"Daotong, I can't fly, you give me a ride. ”

Zhou Fan knew that Daoxuan, Daotong and Bodhi were all gone, and he was not in a hurry to rebuild the underworld.

After all, I've already gotten so many things, you can test the effect first.

Immediately, the soul of the last monk of Lanruo Temple was taken out of the cuff.

"Daxian, spare the little monk, the little monk has not done anything evil in his life. ”

This soul is the withered ginseng.

"Well, whether you have done evil or not, the old man is not interested in knowing. Zhou Fan shook his head and threw his soul into the relics.

The withered ginseng only felt that the sky was spinning, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on the ground.

Holding his hands on the ground, he stood up.

Look around.

It's quiet and a little creepy.

How gray the sky is.

It was also gray all around.

The flowers on both sides of the road ahead were red and bright, even a little dazzling.

It's so familiar, it seems like where it is...... Heard.

Suddenly!

The withered ginseng looked up sharply.

Immediately stumbled back and gasped.

"Ghost Gate!" said Dry Ginseng in despair.

No, the immortal Buddha has long been extinct, the heavenly court and the underworld are long gone, and there is no possibility that there will be a ghost gate.

It's not an illusion.

"Why are you stunned, go forward, you still have a chance to be reincarnated. An old and majestic voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the ears of the withered ginseng were shaken.

"The little monk obeys the decree of the Great Immortal. The withered ginseng immediately folded his hands and said in a panic.

After speaking, he immediately raised his feet and walked towards Huangquan Road.

Withered ginseng hurriedly glanced at the street sign next to him.

Sure enough, this is Huangquan Road.

Then these words are the flowers of the other side.

After a while, the restless withered ginseng had come to the end of Huangquan Road.

At a glance, you can see the earthen platform and pavilion on the other side of the bridge.

This is the Nai He Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, and Meng Po Pavilion.

Sure enough, it was an illusion, there was not a single ghost in the underworld, and there was no Meng Po in the Meng Po Pavilion.

The dry ginseng was determined, and was about to pass through the Nai He Bridge, when his eyes swept to the side.

"Got to the other side early. ”

Rumble....

Withered ginseng felt a bang in his head, and stood in place.

And on the three-life stone, scenes began to emerge, which was the past and present life of withered ginseng.