Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha;

If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell......

The sound of Buddha has been echoing in Xia Qing's mind.

Xia Qing was in a trance, feeling as if he had arrived in the legendary land of a thousand Buddhas, and the boundless flames spread over, engulfing his body, and wanted to burn everything to ashes. The body is hot, the blood is burning, and even the soul seems to be on fire.

"Ah......h

Xia Qing snorted, standing still on the deck, looking at outsiders just wandering, but he himself felt that he was going to be burned to ashes from head to toe.

"Qing'er, let's go. The old shopkeeper had already gone away, and stopped again.

Xia Qing wanted to move but couldn't, couldn't even open his mouth to call for help, and cold sweat flowed on his forehead. Just when I didn't know what to do, a dark wind came from behind me.

"Boy, it's time for you to go. ”

The old boatman said coldly, waved his sleeves impatiently, and suddenly the wind blew Xia Qing ashore, turned the bow of the boat and left quickly.

Xia Qing staggered, finally got rid of the terrible dream demon, and when he looked back, the old boatman and the canopy boat had disappeared, and the stone monument on the dock was also quiet, except for emitting a faint blue light, there was nothing unusual, there was no raging fire at all, and there was no Sanskrit sound. Everything seems to be just an illusion of oneself.

"Hey, it's weird......"

Xia Qing was strange, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to gently touch the stone tablet standing in the darkness. The tentacles were cold, and there was nothing unusual, but Xia Qing always felt that something was wrong. After looking carefully and looking at it, he suddenly found that something was wrong from the body, and at some point there was a new crimson flame in the dantian, which was surrounded by the cyan humane holy fire, purple demon fire, black demon fire, and white fairy fire.

Fifth Heart Fire!

It's a mess...... Buddha fire, Buddha door flame?

Xia Qing was really stunned, the more fire in his heart, the better, but this crimson flame inevitably came too suddenly, Xia Qing didn't expect it at all, it felt like an extra force out of thin air, someone had beaten a ball of Buddha fire seed into his body alive. Or, this Buddha fire seed has always been in his body, but he has never discovered it, and it only burned and manifested itself in this netherworld.

Xia Qing was a little confused, and couldn't understand what was going on.

"Qing'er, what's wrong?"

The old shopkeeper walked back, and without waiting for Xia Qing to answer, he suddenly frowned, "Hey, Qing'er, why is there suddenly a Buddha fire in your body?"

The old shopkeeper was blind with his naked eyes and couldn't see anything, but his divine eyes were more powerful than anyone else, and nothing seemed to be able to hide from him.

"I don't know, I just looked at this inscription one more time, and then I ......" Xia Qing smiled bitterly, feeling absurd himself.

"The old man has seen it more than a hundred times, why don't you have a reaction? Or is it that Qing'er is so different, to see who is pregnant, and who is unlucky?" The old shopkeeper rolled his eyes, not believing it at all, "Qing'er, have you practiced any Buddhist exercises?"

"No, I don't. ”

Xia Qing shook his head, and was about to deny it, when he suddenly remembered the Red Leaf Temple that he passed by on the way to Wuzhou for refuge.

"Really?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"Like...... , it seems that I came into contact with a Buddhist practice a long time ago, what is it called...... Great freedom and joy Zen. Xia Qing confessed.

"What, Great Freedom and Joy Zen?"

The old shopkeeper's face sank, and he said, "Qing'er, do you know what kind of exercise this is?"

"Isn't it a Buddhist exercise?" Xia Qing asked rhetorically, pretending not to know anything, "Back then, in the Red Leaf Temple, I happened to meet a Buddhist demon monk called the Bear Demon Fake Sect, and after killing him, I found this exercise, and I took a few random glances and put it away. ”

Xia Qing took out a booklet from the Qiankun ring as he spoke, and looked at the words 'Great Freedom and Joy Zen' on the cover, and couldn't help but think of the demon monk Kumamoto who was pretending, and Shi Xuanxuan, who was holding the sword in front of him. At that time, he had just ignited the fire in his heart, and he was still a rookie disciple who couldn't be weaker, relying on Shi Xuanxuan's protection and help along the way. Now, his cultivation has already surpassed Shi Xuanxuan, and he is no longer the ignorant and reckless young man he was back then, but Xia Qing misses the days a little.

"Did you really just take a few looks? ”

The old shopkeeper snatched the booklet away, flipped through it casually, his face became even more gloomy, and he put the booklet in his arms and put it away, "What's wrong to learn, secretly practicing this kind of evil exercises of Buddhism, you kid is really not honest." Hmph, I'll keep it here for now. ”

"Old man, you can't see with your eyes, how do you know it's an evil exercise?" Xia Qing argued.

"Can't you see it, can't you touch it?"

The old shopkeeper was also nonsense, turned around and left, not giving Xia Qing a chance to defend, "Let's go, it's going to be dawn if you grind again, Qing'er, do you still want to look for the Great Happy Valley?"

"Of course!"

Xia Qing reacted, no matter how strange the Buddha fire in the dantian was, it was secondary, the most important thing was to find the Great Happy Valley and his mother, and hurry up to follow.

The two of them walked forward, and there were thousands of lights in front of them, which seemed to be a town. There are a lot of pedestrians along the way, with different costumes that seem to be from ****, there are bitter village pawns, swordsmen with long swords hanging from their waists, and rich disciples dressed luxuriously, but no matter what their identities are, their faces are gray, everyone closes their mouths tightly and does not say a word, they don't touch the ground when they walk, they seem to have been floating on tiptoe, and they seem to be in a hurry to see someone.

Xia Qing secretly called weird, and secretly observed while hurrying.

"These are dead people, the bodies are dead, and only the souls are not yet gone. Don't come close, don't talk easily, don't even open your mouth easily. Here, the air is poisonous, the dead can't stay long, and the living shouldn't stay for a long time, and if you can't find anyone, you will leave immediately. The old shopkeeper secretly reminded, with a touch of solemnity on his face, and the moment he stepped on the dock, the two of them officially came to the netherworld, which is a place where the dead and ghosts gather, and the rules in all aspects are completely different from the human world.

Xia Qing nodded, remembering the old shopkeeper's reminder, and was secretly shocked in his heart. There were so many pedestrians on the road, unlike my own group, it seemed that they didn't need to take a boat at all, and they came out of the surrounding fog. There were more and more people, but they were dead silent, there was no noise, no footsteps, not even the sound of breathing.

It's all dead!

Checkmate is not dead, soul is not gone, neither human nor ghost!

The more Xia Qing looked, the more frightened he became, and cautiously followed behind the old shopkeeper. In the air, wisps of gray mist appeared at some point, penetrating into people's bodies through pores, eyes, noses, mouths, etc., and the faces of pedestrians became even more lifeless. The old shopkeeper turned around, wanting to bless Xia Qing with a prohibition to prevent what to do, but he accidentally found that Xia Qing had a faint aura at the back of his head at some point, isolating the terrible gray mist.

"Buddha Guang? Qing'er ......"

The old shopkeeper's face changed color, his naked eyes could not see anything, but his divine eyes could see things that ordinary people could not see.

"Old man, what's wrong?" Xia Qing asked, not knowing the changes in his body.

"No, Qing'er, don't get close to the Buddhist temple in the future, stay away from the people in the Buddhist gate. The old shopkeeper pretended to pat the dust on Xia Qing's shoulder, his face was a little hesitant, and he hesitated whether to extinguish the Buddha fire in Xia Qing's body. After thinking about it repeatedly, he still gave up, but secretly added a small prohibition to prevent the Buddha fire in Xia Qing's body from growing sharply.

"Good. ”

Xia Qing nodded, trying to speak as little as possible. For some reason, he vaguely felt that the old shopkeeper seemed to have a deep prejudice against Buddhism, or rather scruples.

Could it be that the old shopkeeper is afraid of something?

In this netherworld, is there his enemy of life and death?

Xia Qing secretly guessed, becoming more and more confused in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask easily, feeling that the netherworld was getting more and more weird.