Tigers are all evil, so ordinary people will be afraid from the bottom of their hearts when they encounter them.

However, the general tiger evil spirit is invisible and not strong, and although people will be afraid when they encounter it, they will eventually have the intention of resisting.

But the tiger demon is different, people say that the dragon follows the clouds, and the tiger follows the wind.

The wind that accompanies the appearance of the tiger demon is actually that the evil qi is thick to a certain extent, and it will turn into substance.

Ordinary people meet tiger demons, it is really like a mouse meets a cat, or even worse.

Because the mouse met the cat, it still had the intention of running away, but if ordinary people met the tiger demon, then their legs were really like fixed piles, and they didn't dare to move.

The ordinary tiger demon has such a might, the pinnacle existence of this tiger clan, the divine beast white. Tiger, the evil qi on its body can be imagined, and it is no wonder that when its phantom appears, the evil qi will make Lang Lang's clear sky become dim.

White. The roar of the tiger can be said to go up to the sky and down to the earth, the immortal officials of the heavenly court tremble and tremble, and the evil ghosts of this underworld are also roaring in horror.

And in a secret room near the eighteenth layer of hell, the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who is known as the first person under the Buddha, was also shocked by the roar of the tiger.

His brows furrowed slightly, he stopped chanting, and after glancing at the people under his seat, he got up and left.

In a short time, they were in the sea of hell and blood.

In the sea of blood, there are hundreds of millions of ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, and it can be said that every step is an evil ghost.

But none of these hundreds of millions of evil ghosts dared to set foot in the center of the sea of blood.

Because of the roar of the tiger in the world, the evil ghosts of the Blood Sea roared in terror, and the entire underworld fell into a boiling noise.

It stands to reason that at this time, there should be a Jizo King Bodhisattva to chant sutras to appease, but he did not do this, but accompanied by the divine beast truth, standing quietly outside the sea of blood, looking at the central area.

Suddenly, in the center of the sea of blood, an arm covered with monkey hair poked out, and the arm did not leave after leaving the sea, but slapped down heavily.

The sea surface boiled instantly, the blood water rose thousands of feet high, and the explosion was continuous, more violent than the oil pot, and hundreds of millions of evil ghosts were frightened by this momentum and screamed one by one, but they heard an impatient word from the center of the blood sea.

"What's the noise? Can you still sleep?! ”

The voice was not loud, but it pointed directly at the hearts of the people, and hundreds of millions of evil ghosts seemed to have been reprimanded by their masters, and at this moment they all honestly dived into the sea, and they didn't dare to make noise anymore.

"This is like words, give General Ben to be honest, otherwise it will annoy me and smash it one by one."

There was another sound under the sea, and then there was complete silence.

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth and Di Ting, who had been watching from beginning to end, did not say a word until the sea of blood was quiet, but chose to turn back and go back.

But before the footsteps moved, a voice came from the front.

"This gibbon seems to be almost recovering......"

King Jizo Bodhisattva looked at the person in front of him with a flat gaze, then folded his hands and said respectfully, "Yan Jun." ”

"Bodhisattva."

King Yama, who is known as Yama, also said hello with a smile, then looked at the sea of blood, and said with a smile: "It's not a shame that the Bodhisattva has worked hard to finally let the gibbon reshape the golden body and soul. ”

"Amitabha."

King Jizo Bodhisattva recited the Buddha's name, and then smiled faintly and said: "Yan Jun has said that the grand wish made by the poor monk should be fulfilled by the poor monk himself, but it has nothing to do with this gibbon. ”

"Oh? Nothing to do with him? ”

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the king of Yama, the king of the earth Bodhisattva in the sea of blood for the gibbon monkey to shape the golden body of the soul, as the lord of the underworld, he naturally knows, but he has always thought that the king of the earth wants to resurrect the gibbon monkey in order to let him clear the evil ghosts of the underworld and help him fulfill the grand wish of hell not to be empty and not to become a Buddha.

But what does he mean now?

"Doesn't the Bodhisattva want to purge the underworld? But if you don't want to, why go to the trouble of resurrecting this gibbon? ”

King Yama asked, confused.

King Jizo Bodhisattva smiled, and then folded his hands, "If it is just to clear the evil ghosts of the underworld, there are not a few people in the Three Realms who can do it, but the wish of the poor monk is to give the evil ghosts of the underworld a chance to turn back and mend their ways, and the poor monk hopes that they can repent of their previous lives and change to a reincarnation, instead of eliminating them by force." ”

"This ......" King Jizo heard this, and after a little thought, he sneered and said: "It's this king who thinks one-sidedly, and the Bodhisattva's heart to overcome misfortune really makes this king admire, but he just wants to make these hundreds of millions of evil ghosts turn around and change, I'm afraid it's ......."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Those who can enter the eighteenth layer of hell and blood are all the great evildoers of these 100,000 years, how can they abandon the evil thoughts in their hearts because of some degrees? It's simply not possible.

However, it is precisely because of its impossibility that this hell is not empty and cannot become a Buddha, so it is praised by the world as a great wish.

King Yama no longer dwelled on this matter, and instead asked, "Since the Bodhisattva does not need the gibbon monkey to clear the underworld, then dare to ask the Bodhisattva why he saved him?" ”

When the king of Jizo heard this, he said apologetically: "Amitabha, the poor monk has promised people that he will not go out for the mouth of the three of them, and he also asks Yan Jun for forgiveness. ”

"Well, it's inconvenient to say it, forget it, it's fine." Yan Jun smiled freely.

King Jizo turned his head to look at the center of the sea of blood, and his face suddenly looked a little reminiscing.

Back then, the Bodhi Ancestor, who was known as the old and immodest in the Three Realms, brought the remnant soul of the gibbon monkey that he had recovered in the long river of years, and when he came to him, he didn't say anything, only asked him to help, and reshaped the golden body and soul for this monkey.

And he didn't say anything, nodded in agreement.

At that time, he had never entered the underworld, let alone made a grand wish, and the reason why he agreed to him without hesitation was just to repay the grace of saving his life in his early years.

……

White. The roar of the tiger penetrated the sky and the earth, like a magic sound, normally speaking, not to mention the collapse of the body by its roar, at least this primordial spirit would also shake a few times.

However, Sun Wukong in front of it, in addition to the hair on his body being shaken, the expression on his face was still at ease, and his eyelids never trembled.

When the echo of the tiger roar gradually dissipated, Sun Wukong raised his hands slightly exaggeratedly and plucked out his left and right ears, just when everyone thought that the monkey would take out two balls of earwax, he suddenly stopped.

That's right, it stopped, but it didn't pull out.

His fingers were still in his ears.

"What are you doing with this stinky monkey?"

Below, there is a demon general frowning in confusion.

But before his words landed, an earth-shattering roar shook out, and his whole person was directly stunned.

Sun Wukong was like a nervous disorder, he suddenly opened his mouth, and in his mouth under the fangs, a dragon groan that did not belong to a monkey suddenly roared.

Heaven and earth were frightened and exploded.

The demon god Chi You frowned.

And white. The tiger phantom's eyes widened even more, and he stepped back a few times.

After a long time, the sound dissipated, and everyone came back to their senses, and then they heard the disdain words spoken by the monkey who made the dragon's groan.

"Compete with my grandson, want to die?"

(End of chapter)