The chaotic, vague underworld seems to be forever lightless, and a strange black cloud like broken cotton wool condenses in the dim sky all the time, and the oppressive atmosphere envelops the entire underground world.

Luo Lan's soul is also chaotic, on the verge of lucidity and ambiguity, and the spiritual light of the self seems to be suppressed into the infinite mystery, which will emerge from time to time, but eventually sink into darkness and return to obscurity.

He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know what he wants.

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth in the infinite height, exudes a mysterious Buddha light all around, in the underground world seems quiet and far-reaching, full of Zen rhyme, the Buddha road aperture behind the head represents his supreme Buddha fruit position, he has no sorrow and no joy, with a light smile, one hand is in the shape of a pinched flower, the whole body seems to be connected with the entire underground world, and every move has great majesty hidden in it.

A Bodhi tree, like a real illusion, a leaf and a world, a branch and a universe, floating behind the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, lurking, or abyss or diving, exuding an uncertain light, the pale green soft light is like a great sun that illuminates all worlds, and every corner of the entire underworld is illuminated to the fullest, and every living creature living in it is prostrated to the ground, folded his hands, and reciting Buddhist scriptures sincerely, and everyone's body seems to exude great purity, great tranquility, as if to obtain eternal tranquility and detachment.

It seems to be aware of Luo Lan's soul, the branches of the Bodhi tree shrank slightly, and a drop of dew dripped down, just dripping on the fingers of the Jizo King Bodhisattva pinching the flower with one hand, just like the flower blooming to see me, the Jizo King Bodhisattva slowly opened his eyes, like a spiritual light at the beginning of the chaotic world, that eye light, it seemed to span countless spaces and times, directly covering the entire plane, and quickly recovered and condensed at an almost imperceptible speed, turning into an endless and beginningless point, condensing on Luo Lan's soul.

At that moment, Luo Lan's soul was illuminated and pierced by the Buddha's light, and the aura of the self seemed to return in an instant, and in the next second, it returned to the status quo again, Luo Lan's soul was still chaotic, unconscious, and vague.

"You have a task to do." The voice of the King of the Earth seems to be far and near, with an indescribable Zen rhyme melodious, and the aftermath is lingering, endlessly.

Subconsciously, there was no doubt, just that he took it for granted that he should listen to what the person in front of him said, and Luo Lan's soul met it with a blank gaze.

"There is a lack of soul, you can't reach perfection, it's hard to return, you need to find your lost soul."

"Joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, sorrow."

"If you succeed, you can come back again."

The voice of the Jizo King Bodhisattva became distant and mysterious, the deep light of his eyes retracted, and his figure disappeared, as if he had never appeared in this place, and it seemed to be everywhere.

In the underworld, Luo Lan's soul is still ignorant, and he doesn't know the meaning of his current existence, but the task left by the Bodhisattva King of Jizo seems to be engraved in the depths of his soul, and it has almost become an instinct for him, directly suppressing his exploration of the meaning of his own existence, only knowing that he must set off to find his own joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and sorrows.

In the vast underworld, the endless stream of ghosts is heavy, the underworld is built in the underworld, the underworld as a real world, but has to rely on the real world to survive, in some ways, the underworld is between the real and the unreal, except for the power can directly rely on its own supreme supernatural power can directly descend here at the same time, other Bibles can only exist in the form of souls.

And now, Luo Lan's soul wandered aimlessly, he didn't know where he was going, but there seemed to be a hazy guidance in the depths of his soul telling him and pushing him forward.

Along the way, due to the lack of Luo Lan's true soul, he couldn't even act like a normal soul, relying on a nameless belief in his body to support him to move forward and drift.

At this moment, Luo Lan's soul accidentally touched another soul, this soul was an alert little ghost, retaining the characteristics of his life, his eyes were rolling, looking at Luo Lan's soul who seemed to be lost and depressed, and said slowly,

"Where is this brother going?"

"I'm going to find my lost soul." Luo Lan's soul only knew one of his current tasks and blurted out.

"Ouch, what is this brother kidding, what soul are you missing?" This soul obviously didn't believe what Luo Lan's soul said.

"Joy, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, sorrow." Luo Lan said word by word.

"Poor fellow, you're lucky to be like this. You don't even have a soul to scatter, but the soul is not all that can't be reincarnated, hey, brother, let me tell you, if you can't be reincarnated, we have nothing to do with it, and we can't get a half-official position in the underworld anymore, and we can't eat at all, like us, if we don't reincarnate quickly, I'm afraid we will be wiped out......" This guy was still immersed in his own gushing speech, completely unaware that Luo Lan's soul that was originally in front of him had disappeared.

Looking at Luo Lan's soul that had disappeared into the gray mist in front of him, this soul looked left and right, and found nothing, so he had to shout stupidly, "Hey, brother, good luck!" I'll go first! With that, without any nostalgia, he slowly floated forward leisurely.

Along the way, Luo Lan's soul was pointed at by many souls, but he continued to move in a predetermined direction as if he was completely unaware of it.

He seemed to be moving towards a place that he didn't even know about, he didn't know the way back, he didn't know where to go, only that the guidance contained in his own soul was constantly urging him forward.

Along the way, Luo Lan's soul consciousness gradually blurred, unable to carry out truly effective thinking, the operation of thinking could not be carried out effectively, every time a thought was generated, it was interrupted by force, and the cycle repeatedly, and it was never possible to form a truly complete and effective thinking thought, the collapse of one thought after another, the extinguishing of the spark of thinking, generally speaking, other souls have long been directly collapsed and annihilated, but his soul has always been blessed with a mysterious power, bless his soul will not be truly extinguished, This made Luo Lan's soul always in a mysterious state.

Suddenly, there seems to be a nameless mist in the heavens and the earth, it is different from the kind of mist that the underworld itself has, the mist that naturally evolves in the underworld is only a pure natural product of the underworld, and has no real meaning or effect, but these haze seems to have its own spirituality, when they found Luo Lan's soul, all of them rushed up, surrounding Luo Lan's soul, Luo Lan's soul is carried by these mist like a cloud, and it seems that it is about to reach an unknown place, Luo Lan's soul faintly has an indescribable feeling, it seems to be a strange and familiar feeling, it seems to be a long-lost emotion, but it should be a very natural emotion, suddenly, Luo Lan's soul suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss, he felt that he was incomplete, a broken state, he needed to find something, to make up for the missing self little by little, and become his true self again!

I don't know when the mist has completely dissipated, and the mist that appears in front of me is the mist naturally generated by the underworld.

Luo Lan's soul wandered, the feeling in her heart became more and more intense, and that inexplicable emotion seemed to be about to emerge for some reason, but it seemed to be suppressed by a mysterious force and could not really appear.

This distressed him, but his intuition told him that if he went further, he would seem to be able to find his answers, to find the part of himself that had been lost, to become his true self, his whole self again.

The mist finally dissipated completely, but it didn't really dissipate, they just accumulated in front of them, condensed together, as if something below was firmly holding them in, and there seemed to be an invisible force field that firmly attracted them, preventing them from moving for half a minute.

There were no waves in the Stygian Sea, and the gray sea slowly slapped against the shore, and also slapped on Luo Lan's soul.

This piece of the Stygian Sea, without knowing the source and flow, does not know the whole, is formless and substantial, and seems to form an ocean out of thin air, and the Stygian Sea is suspended in mid-air, forming a force field of its own, wandering and floating, and flowing slowly.

"Lost Souls ......"

"Missing Soul ......"

"Lost Soul ......"

There was an invisible summoning that permeated Luo Lan's soul's heart, and he didn't hesitate anymore, that invisible summoning power seemed to appear out of thin air, directly leading his soul to step into the sea step by step.

The sea water soaked Luo Lan's soul little by little, everything brought Luo Lan's soul a familiar, long-lost trembling feeling, he felt a familiar feeling, that inexplicable emotion seemed to be about to appear!

Step by step, he stepped into the water, and little by little, the water overflowed his soul, starting from his feet, rising to his legs, and then to his chest, and finally completely covering his entire soul.

Slowly, like a falling thing, Luo Lan's soul sank directly into the seawater, but did not really sink to the bottom, he quietly changed from a standing position to a lying position, let the sea water wash, along with the flow of the sea water, he seemed to feel that he had lost something, but more of a sense of familiarity and excitement that had been lost and regained, and that feeling was returning little by little!

For a moment, Luo Lan opened his eyes in a daze, and as if he had received some instructions, the sea water automatically rolled and jumped to send him out of the water!

In the middle of the sea, a black mandala blooms, with an indescribable sense of enchantment and beauty, charming and mysterious.

At the moment, it is swaying in the wind, and its branches and flowers are gently swaying, as if smiling gently.

When the flowers bloomed and saw me, Luo Lan's soul unconsciously appeared with a smile, how similar to the mandala dialect!

His happy soul has finally returned!