In fact, there is no essential difference between the winds of hell and the winds of the sun;

It is nothing more than the difference in scenery that causes the wind to give people a feeling, which is implicated in subverting the perception.

It's like standing on the shore of Erhai Lake and blowing the wind and standing in the Sahara and blowing the wind.

And at this time,

In hell, the holiest and highest place for thousands of years, Tarzan,

An incomparably large beast is frantically pouring its own blood.

The wind in this area fills the air with a suffocating smell of blood.

There was once a wise man in the yang world, in order to cope with the environmental protection inspection above, he smeared the bare barren mountains with green paint;

And at this time,

Listening to the blood,

Like an incomparably large jar of red paint,

The entire Mount Tai and the surrounding area are thoroughly impregnated with red.

On the cliff faces, on the streams, on the vegetation,

As if in the vastness,

It seems that there is only one kind of red left.

Di Ting listened to the young man sitting on his body with an extremely sad and anxious look on his face,

In my heart I was extremely excited,

Sprinkle it,

Sprinkle it,

Sprinkle a little more,

Quick sprinkling,

There is a blood watering of truth,

In the future, his manor is destined to become the most fertile land in the entire hell!

In the boy's mind, it seems that he has already imagined the great satisfaction of becoming the first farmer in hell.

In this world, there are indeed such people, their pursuit, contrary to the rhythm of the public, just lonely and persistently pursuing their own inner peace.

At this point,

The boy is actually very similar to a bodhisattva.

Da Changqiukou appeared at the foot of the mountain with a straight body, and Xiao Jiu stood beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

Behind the two of them,

And seven attendants stood side by side,

Whether it is the former ten permanent servants or the current nine permanent attendants, what has changed is the number, but what has not changed is the kind of insistence that the family must be neat and tidy no matter what they do.

Originally, Da Changqiu didn't plan to wade into this troubled water.

He had seen the attitude of a person like the Bodhisattva who had been punched three times in one day, and to be honest, he couldn't bear it at all.

Even if you endure it, the situation is pressing, and you will smash your teeth and swallow it in your stomach, endure humiliation, and look forward to revenge and counter-killing.

People, who used to be barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, had a wound on their body, and spit on it and rubbed it, so they did what they should do;

But with the rise of status and power, those things that were previously felt meaningless began to inexplicably begin to become more and more important, even to the point of inviolability.

Therefore, this is the place that is most admired and feared by the Bodhisattva before the Great Changqiu.

This kind of person, with a deep obsession, is not corrupted by the so-called authority and status, so once this kind of person really has a mental problem and goes mad or something, it will be the most terrible.

The obsessions, beliefs, and pursuits that constrained him in the past will be ignored at this time.

Like a fierce beast imprisoned, it untied all the shackles on its body in an instant.

Gee

Da Changqiu subconsciously smashed it and smashed it,

The head deliberately poked out of the umbrella,

I waited for a while on the tip of my tongue, but I still waited until the blood beads dripped up, and I tasted it slowly, with a little fishy and spicy taste.

"Help me collect a little, and when I go back, I'll find something to soak in wine and drink, and get rid of this fishy smell."

"Whoa!"

The seven attendants behind him each took out their storage weapons and began to collect the blood and water in the sky, and they were very busy.

Xiao Jiu looked at Da Changqiu with some doubts,

Road:

"Brother, aren't we going up?"

"Wait, wait."

Da Changqiu stretched,

"Flies don't bite eggs, we have to let this crack crack a little more on its own."

Xiao Jiu frowned slightly, always feeling that this seemed to sound a little uncomfortable.

"Smack!"

Da Changqiu slapped Xiao Jiu on the back of his head,

Scolded:

"I can afford to make my own jokes, what are you doing for me here?"

Xiao Jiu was a little aggrieved.

"If you cry and mourn this face again, believe it or not, I will send you up and make up a great shun for ourselves."

"............" Xiao Jiu.

…………

At this moment, Di Ting didn't know that the Nine Standing Attendants were standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the scenery while collecting their own blood, planning to go back to brew wine;

Even if you knew, you wouldn't be able to care about this at this time.

It is more worried about the bodhisattva.

Buddha and demons, many times it is just a thought, among the Buddha, there are not a few people who cultivate Buddha to the extreme and finally accidentally fall into the devil.

Moreover, it is often the higher the Buddha, the easier it is to fall into demons;

This often means that all the accumulated merits have been wasted, and the foundation has collapsed.

The figure of the Bodhisattva appears on the offering table for a while, on the futon for a while, at the door, and in the inner room;

Every bodhisattva is reciting Buddhist scriptures, making great wishes, and speaking;

Diting is good at listening to everything, but at this moment, it can't hear all the words of the bodhisattva clearly, it's too much and too much of a mess, and its own consciousness is constantly being twisted and ravaged in it.

It wants to get out, but it can't get out, and it knows that it has been forced into this cage by the Bodhisattva, and this was originally the cage set up by the Bodhisattva himself, and he imprisoned himself here.

It didn't know what had happened to make the Bodhisattva change so much in just one year.

A year may not be too long for mortals in the yang world, but for these hell bosses who have been counting for thousands of years, it is naturally even shorter.

But it was from that time after Yama's descent that the bodhisattvas began to have this symptom.

Originally, I thought that with the power of a bodhisattva, I could completely adjust myself.

Because he is a bodhisattva, the true supreme will of hell for thousands of years.

But the problem is much more serious than Di Ting expected.

And when it really planned to come and check, it found that things were so tricky that they couldn't get out of their way.

It is as strong as Da Changqiu and does not dare to run to the top of Mount Tai at this time to take a look, which is enough to show how terrible a bodhisattva with an unclear will is.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva............"

Di Ting continued to call out to the Bodhisattva while enduring the torment.

What it is doing now is nothing more than hoping to awaken a trace of clarity of the Bodhisattva in its own calling, and as long as it can play a little role, it believes that the Bodhisattva can calm itself down.

Its strength lies in its physical strength, so it can share the torture of consciousness with its own flesh;

But its disadvantage is also this, it can hear a lot, but it can do not much.

There is no omnipotent existence, even an existence of the level of Diting, in its seemingly long life, it can only choose one path to walk exclusively.

however

When Di Ting gradually felt hopeless,

Suddenly, it discovered,

The sound in the small temple suddenly disappeared, and almost instantly, the environment here fell into a dead silence that could be heard by pins and needles.

From the previous hustle and bustle that almost exploded people's souls, suddenly turned into this nothingness that seemed to swallow up all the noise in an instant;

This kind of transformation makes people very uncomfortable, even if they are listening, they can only scan the surroundings quietly with their crimson eyes at this time.

finally

It saw the Bodhisattva,

The Bodhisattva walked to the front of the futon,

Put your hands together and kneel.

In the presence of the Bodhisattva,

is still an offering table,

On the table,

It's a puddle of mud.

"You're here."

The Bodhisattva's voice came.

Di Ting breathed a long sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

At this time,

It respectfully clasped its hands together,

To the figure of the Bodhisattva,

Pious Path:

"I'm coming."

The Bodhisattva nodded, and Di Ting was worshipping him, and he was worshipping the offering table.

"Is the Bodhisattva good?"

Di Ting asked.

"Alright."

When Di heard this, he felt that the Bodhisattva had overcome it, and things had finally calmed down.

In fact, above Mount Tai, its body is indeed no longer bleeding;

however

Its body, not blood, is not bloody, but it is slowly expanding, and its already huge and terrifying body, like blowing up a balloon, begins to get bigger and bigger............

In the small temple,

The mud in front of the bodhisattva began to slowly squirm, as if driven by his mind, and there was some connection with some existence in the underworld.

The Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:

"You know, hell is not empty vows and cannot become a Buddha, what does it mean?"

As a bodhisattva's mount, he put it aside in the past, but he discussed his homework with the bodhisattva.

In these hundreds of years, as everything settles down, there are many fewer such opportunities.

Di Tinghu replied respectfully:

"When hell is no longer hell, when the yang is no longer yang; When hell is seen as the yang world, when the yang world is seen as hell;

The real yang world is naturally the travel of ten thousand ghosts; The real hell is empty.

The Bodhisattva's grand wish can be achieved, the Buddha's position is in hand, and the merits are complete. ”

"That's what I said to him."

Di Ting nodded, he knew who the Bodhisattva meant by "he".

"People, give birth to children to seek the way, to seek, to seek peace.

After the great upheaval, there is great tranquility;

After the great agitation, there is the great impurity;

After the great tribulation, there is great freedom;

Listen to ............"

"I'm here, Bodhisattva."

"Do you know what I want?"

Di Ting looked at the offering table, and the mud on the offering table had condensed the lower half of a person's body.

"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva, congratulations to the Bodhisattva, a thousand years of planning, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of layout, and finally introducing the true immortal Buddhism!"

Di Ting knelt down.

At the beginning, when Ying Gou and the Bodhisattva met for the first time;

Ying Gou said that he was not used to having someone else sitting on his head.

The bodhisattva said that he was not used to his empty offering table.

After hearing the congratulations of Di Ting,

The Bodhisattva turned his head,

The body twisted into an extremely exaggerated and strange arc,

Hearing was astonished to see,

The Bodhisattva's mask is melting,

It's like a puddle of molten iron slowly dripping down.

The Bodhisattva's voice has a touch of silence,

Road:

"Really?"

Di Ting raised his head,

Looking at the already formed sculpture on the offering table,

This sculpture is heroic,

This sculpture is majestic,

Until Diting saw the head of the sculpture,

His body shuddered violently,

showed a look of disbelief,

Exclaimed:

"How is he!"

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This plot is too difficult to write, and it took a long time to foreshadow and design, and when I really wrote it here, I felt that it was difficult to get it.

I sat in front of the computer all night before writing a chapter. It's just a chapter today, and the dragon doesn't dare to force it to write it down.