The vast universe and the three thousand worlds all arise from causes and fruits. In the meantime, whether it is good or evil, evil or auspicious, how can immortals and Buddhas act recklessly?

On the hell spirit mountain, the yin wind wailed, and the sky was like ink. Under the mountain, or the sea of blood is surging, or the white Lang washes the ground, coming and going suddenly, always leaving the yellow sand and resentment!

"My great wish: all sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven; Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha! ”

The peak of Ling Mountain, the strange rocks are craggy, and the black water is cross-flowing. At its highest point, an old monk stood majestically in the yin wind, standing with one palm, and said sharply in his mouth!

"Now people's hearts are so unpredictable that the Three Realms have collapsed. Is it that I am in hell, but what can I do? I have investigated the chaos of the Heavenly Dao, and it is close at hand! ”

"Netherworld, Witness the Heart of the World, Heavenly Dao Secret, Kill Me!"

In the sound of Zen singing, the spiritual mountain shook. Even the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Western Bliss, and even the distant lands of Europe are also chaotic in the aura of heaven and earth, and all walks of life are crumbling!

Only in the world, love and hate are still entwined, and the killing and conquest continue!

The old monk sighed, quickly turned around and shouted:

"Heaven will eventually be chaotic, but Hongjun is nowhere to be found. The death of the Three Realms is imminent, and Jizo implores you to help! ”

Opposite the old monk, there are ten people, although the python robe and jade belt, the momentum is overwhelming. But they all bowed down in unison and silently agreed......

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I don't know if it was in an instant, or ten thousand years later, in the endless chanting sound of the old monk, all the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, and a qiē non-human world spirit and wisdom all disappeared in an instant with the old monk's Sanskrit sound......

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The yin wind gradually subsided, the sea of blood returned, and the hell spirit mountain was on the top of the bee, but there was no old monk chanting. Only the blood-red monument remains, silently standing in the reckless void......

Suddenly, a breath of thought, leisurely come:

The Tao returns to the Tao, the Buddha returns to the Buddha, the heavens return to the heavens, and the earth returns to the ......