Seeing Xia fainting, Zhen Ji and Feng Buping glanced at each other, sighed silently, and then continued to maintain the big formation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this time, in the comatose summer, the soul appeared in a wonderful space. His memories are like a marquee, from birth to the present, constantly replaying in his mind.

Summer opened his eyes in confusion, but found that there were many places where he was standing a lot of high, golden-covered Linglong pagoda, surrounded by countless monks wearing white monks' robes, they kept chanting scriptures, and a small 'swastika' character spit out from their mouths, constantly blessed on the body of the Linglong pagoda.

All the pagodas are golden, as if they were made of gold, and there is an unknown Xuanhuang gas wafting around them. There are countless wind chimes around the tower, although there is no wind in this world, but the wind chimes are windless, and the sound carries a reassuring atmosphere. The body of the tower also emitted a good smell of sandalwood from time to time, and after smelling it in summer, the constantly shaking mind also calmed down.

"Since the donor is destined to come here, why don't you come and have a drink and meet me." A gentle voice sounded directly in the heart of Summer.

Summer's whole body involuntarily floated forward, and soon he saw a big monk wearing a purple and gold robe. The great monk looked serene, and there was a calming rhythm in his demeanor, and there was a pot of steaming tea on the low table in front of him.

At this moment, he was looking at Summer with a kind face, making a gesture of please, and then poured the pot of steaming tea into two cups.

Summer nodded slightly and sat down across from each other.

"This master, I don't know where I am now, and where should I go?" Summer couldn't help but ask, as if he had forgotten something.

The great monk stretched out his hand and motioned for summer tea: "Please also ask the donor to taste this bitter tea from Lingshan, the world says that people are born bitter, and I don't know how it is better than this bitter tea." ”

Summer didn't hesitate, he had an inexplicable sense of trust in the great monk in front of him, raised the bitter tea in the cup, raised his head and drank it all. This tea is colorless and tasteless when it is entered, like a glass of water, and then passes through the throat, through the esophagus, and into the lungs, and a wordless bitter taste instantly explodes in people's hearts.

Summer only felt that after drinking this cup of tea, it was boring, and there was a smile on his face, but tears couldn't stop sliding from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know why.

"Master, why does this tea make me feel bitter, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things that I shouldn't forget, but no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out what I have forgotten, please tell me." Summer felt that he must be crazy, why he was suddenly here, why he couldn't remember many things. In particular, he told himself in his heart that there was a figure that could not be forgotten no matter what.

The great monk looked indifferent: "Since the donor has forgotten all the past, why bother to be persistent." To forget is to let go, and if you put it down, why pick it up again. ”

Summer smiled miserably: "I don't know why I picked it up again, but I tell me in my heart that there is one thing that I can't forget no matter what." ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, you will always remember it slowly, why don't you and I sit here and discuss the Tao and discuss Buddha nature." The great monk once again filled the summer with a cup of tea made from bitter tea from Lingshan.

Eh, it seems that this benefactor's obsession is deep, and I hope that he can forget the past in this peaceful place, let go of his obsessions, and be liberated from this.

In this unknown space, time passed day by day, and he learned a lot from the great monk in the summer, and he was no longer attached to the memory in his heart, but in a place that he didn't even notice, in his heart, there was a seed called 'missing' quietly germinating, breaking the ground and being reborn, and gradually growing into a towering tree in his heart.

……

I don't know how long it has passed, in this nameless space, the summer who was sitting and discussing with the great monk, suddenly cried, tears like a flood bursting the embankment, and couldn't stop snatching out of his eyes.

Who am I, what am I here for, who is that person, who is that person who makes me wonder about it.

The shadow is so familiar, the red dress, the silky hair, the peerless face, that's ...... Moer. Mo'er, who is it? Why is it so familiar, where the hell am I!

Summer kept holding his head, rolling on the ground, the memories in his mind kept breaking out of the seal, and the memories that had disappeared resurfaced in his mind.

This is...... This is hell, and that great monk is the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo?

Summer gradually stopped struggling, and he slowly got up from the ground, his eyes closed, his face expressionless, and a nameless anger burning within him.

Summer opened her eyes and asked angrily, "Bodhisattva, since you already knew about my amnesia, why didn't you remind me earlier." ”

The Bodhisattva of Jizo was silent, and after a pause, he spoke, and the sound sounded like a bell ringing in the ears of Summer.

"Donor, you are the one who wants to let go of all this pain, how can I remind you?"

"Ridiculous, how could I choose to forget those memories engraved in my heart." Summer was furious. He had already decided in his heart that he was here because of King Jizo, and he would forget that Su Mo'er was also because of King Jizo, and the reason for all this was because of the King Jizo Bodhisattva who appeared in front of him.

However, he forgot that the human body has an instinctive sense of self-preservation, for example, in the face of pain, people will choose to be unconscious, for example, in the face of unbearable pain, people will choose to be frustrated......

However, how could the king of Jizo, as a bodhisattva, open his mouth to explain these things, take them in, and teach them is just to leave a spark for the human world and atone for the mistakes he has made.

King Jizo was still smiling gently, his eyes showing compassion: "Donor, since you already remember, why bother to forget. ”

Summer just hated that he would forget Su Mo'er, he was more angry with himself, how dare he argue with King Jizo. If it weren't for the many years spent together with King Jizo in this unknown space, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the courage to question the other party. You must know that the other party can crush the countless powerful existences of the three parties of people, demons and gods with just one person.

"Bodhisattva, I'm sorry." Summer sincerely apologized, he knew that the other party didn't need to pay attention to himself at all, but the other party not only taught himself, but also constantly explained himself, otherwise, he, he is now only a soul body, he will fall into a madness, at least he will die, and at worst he will end up in a scattered soul. He had witnessed the battle between man, demon and god, and naturally knew how terrifying the end of his soul was.

King Jizo shook his head: "Don't mind, the deity doesn't blame you. ”

The King of the Earth naturally will not deal with a mortal, just like the truth under his seat caused a great disaster ten thousand years ago, he did not blame, but through the hands of the gods of the underworld, the truth was suppressed under the nine shadows, suffering from the endless loneliness, and honing the other party's character. It's just that I didn't expect that beast to be stubborn by nature, and finally wanted to subvert the divine power of the underworld and replace it.

Since Xia knew the identity of the other party, he naturally had to ask why the other party didn't take action in advance to suppress the three-way melee, if the King of Jizo had made a move earlier, maybe the master would not have died without a cliff, and then Su Mo'er would not have been killed by the dying counterattack of the god operator.

"Bodhisattva, why did you turn a blind eye to those riots, why didn't you stop them in advance?" Summer stared at the other party tightly and asked angrily.

King Jizo shook his head, the other party was still a mortal after all, and his eyes were always on the one in front of him.

"What if I make a move? People will die, and they will always die, and even if I make a move, it will only slow down their deaths. The tripartite war between man, demon and god is not only a man-made disaster, but also the will of heaven, and how to violate the will of heaven. ”

Summer was stunned...... Yes, people will always die, so these monks want to pursue the path of immortality. Whether it is the master or Su Mo'er, he will die one day, and he will always have to face such a parting.

But he was unwilling, he asked unwillingly: "Even if it is...... Even so, as long as the bodhisattva makes a move, then they will be able to live a little longer. ”

King Jizo asked, "So what?" Providence is like this, even if they can hide from this time, they can't hide from next time, and next time they have an accident, who should you ask? Do you want to ask the deities again, why don't you save them? ”

"This ......" Summer was dumbfounded when asked, what you said made so much sense, I was speechless.

"Donor, if you have any questions to ask, just ask them quickly, and I will send you back to the world after asking, after all, your friends are still waiting for you." King Jizo interrupted the embarrassment of summer.

Summer asked, "Mo'er, is she ...... He's dead? ”

King Jizo nodded, and shook his head again: "She can say she is dead, or she can say she is not dead." Her soul was badly wounded and she fell into a deep sleep, while her body was still alive. It's just that in the human world, if you want to treat her situation, I can only say that it is very difficult. ”

"Can the Bodhisattva ......," Summer asked.

"No, life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky. The only one who can save her is yourself, and the deity will not make a move. King Jizo coldly rejected the other party's request, joke, not to mention that now that the passage between the two realms has been broken, even if he doesn't, he has no reason to condescend to help a mortal.

"Then what do you want this merit for?" Summer pointed to the floating slaughter standing between heaven and earth, and asked angrily.

"Useless." King Jizo replied.

"What's the use of your prayers?" Ask again in the summer.

"Useless." King Jizo replied.

"You are the only one in hell, praying for those sentient beings for thousands of years, shaping the floating slaughter with merit and good thoughts, what is the use?"

"Useless." King Jizo's eyes showed compassion, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"Since it's useless, then why don't you take action, why don't you use your strength to change this chaotic world." It's hot in the summer, it's useless, it's useless, so what are you doing all this.

"The human heart is unpredictable, and the deity is powerless." The sadness on King Jizo's face was even greater.

"So what can you do?" Summer laughed angrily, you are a dignified and earthly supreme, you can't do anything, say a big disrespectful thing...... So, what do you want!

"Now that's all I can do." King Jizo sighed, looked up at the Futu pagoda that covered the sky and the sun, and felt sad in his heart, and finally a golden teardrop passed through the corner of his eye.

Ten thousand years are like a day, pray for those sentient beings, dissolve grievances for heaven and earth, and reduce their own sins for the evil ghosts of the eighteen layers of hell. But...... And how. People's hearts are unpredictable, and heaven is unpredictable, all he can do is pray for all beings in heaven and earth, and cross all those who can be crossed.

"Huh...... Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha! It sounds good, but I think it's just self-deception. Please send me back, don't stay here! "Summer is so disappointed, is this what he wants to pursue? Even if you are immortal, you can't escape the shackles of fate after all.

"As you wish." With a wave of his hand, King Jizo sent the other party out of hell and let Summer's soul enter the body and return to the human world.

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth looked at the departing summer and sighed gloomily: all living beings, the red dust is drifting, and the deity can survive a few people......

Suddenly, I saw layers of purple karmic fires emerging from King Jizo's body, and these karmic fires appeared on his body so suddenly, but he was still expressionless, and he didn't seem to feel pain at all.

These karmic fires are the unsolvable grievances of heaven and earth that King Jizo has absorbed for 10,000 years, and these grievances have been imposed on him, making him feel like he is living in a volcano and hell every day, but he has no regrets.

If he hadn't used all his merits to build the Pagoda of Merit, he would have been spared all these sufferings. The power of his own merits will naturally dissolve this endless resentment. However, he did not, but used all the power of merit on the construction of the merit pagoda to suppress the endless sins of heaven and earth.

King Jizo Bodhisattva silently bowed his head and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, all living beings are suffering, no one can save them, only people can save themselves." ”