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In the darkness, Jizo revealed the pain in his heart for the first time, and Di Ting raised his head and gently rubbed his moon-white monk's robe, causing him to show a bitter and helpless smile:

"I can't save them, I can't get through the immeasurable demons of hell, and from the beginning, I was wrong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"So you planted a divine power for me?" Bai Shuo suddenly recalled the scene he saw when he forged the rune.

The scarlet flowers on the other side of the yellow spring are blooming, and some people are silently reciting scriptures.

"I see." Bai Shuo rested his head on the gravel and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"It's just anticipation." Jizo bowed his head and folded his hands: "Today, that's it." ”

"Well, goodbye." Bai Shuo closed his eyes, listened to the footsteps in the distance, and finally suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the moon white that was about to disappear into the darkness: "Jizo! ”

"What?"

"Even now, do you still think that human beings need the Buddha to go to Pudu?"

"I don't know." Jizo slowly turned around and finally disappeared.

And Bai Shuo also fell into a deep sleep again, he knew that the next time he opened his eyes, it was the time to leave.

When the time comes, no matter who stands in front of you, whether it is the immeasurable sinful karma of the 80 million evil ghosts, the Jizo, or the Ten Halls of Yama.

It's going to be the enemy.

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And just above hell, there is a vast and boundless world, which is called the human world.

Since a year ago, after being ignited by the sinners at the border gates, this huge human world has finally burned with an unquenchable fire.

The dynasty that had ruled for a millennium wailed in the flames, crumbling, inexorably reduced to ashes, swept up into the sky by the flames, and disappeared without a trace.

From the beginning of the exiles and prisoners to the unmasking rods, to the later almost eighteen roads against the king, thirty-six roads of smoke and dust, the territory of the empire collapsed into dozens of pieces at this moment.

The world is soaked in blood and fire by mortals, who clench their weapons in every will, and look at their enemies with cold eyes.

The Emperor fell ill and died within seven months of the rebellion, perhaps from drinking a cup of tea that had seeped something in it, or perhaps from eating a piece of pastry that tasted strange.

In short, it's dead.

As the lonely queen cries in the cold palace with her young child in her arms, all eyes are on the last rightful ruler of the world.

Therefore, the queen also on a sunny morning because of the excessive longing for the first emperor, 'hanging the beam', the regent upheld the name of the first emperor 'Tuogu' to assist the three-year-old little emperor to deal with the government and fight against the rebellion of the world.

In the east, there is a traitor Ma Liang who sits in the land of fish and rice in the granary of the empire, and millions of displaced people are coerced under his command, and Jiangdong is the king; Immediately after that, swallow the north and take Heyang.

Like a miracle, it has grown to an incredible extent in just two years, with soldiers and strategists like rain, looking at the last territory of this declining dynasty, which can be described as a great trouble for the empire.

In the south, there is a cult that raises the White Lotus Banner and bewitches the people of the White Lotus Sect, and in a short period of more than half a year, it occupies a large area of land at an incredible speed, and is known as 'Ming Zun descends into the world and purifies the world.'

In that land, monks are the officials, the people are governed by Buddhism, and it is rumored that there is also a 'Mingzun Maitreya' with vast magical powers and boundless power, which is called the monk king by everyone.

……

In this land, the flames of war are swaying and burning, and they are getting stronger and stronger, until finally, the former dynasty is entrenched in the last territory and guards the chair of the 'co-lord of the world' in fear and waiting for the end, and only the last pair of competitors are left on this land.

Under the heavenly dome, all of them have turned into the battlefield of Ma Liang and 'Maitreya', and the victor will go to the highest place in this world, while the loser will fall into the abyss.

Across the banks of the Yangtze River, the two armies set up barracks that stretched for hundreds of miles, waving flags like clouds, preparing for the last war that would decide the ownership of the world.

And in the big tent of the Chinese army, the last hypocrisy between the two sides is about to end.

"Mingzun Pudu world, the general has already made such immeasurable karmic fruits, isn't he afraid of retribution after death?"

The angry monk ignored the long swords drawn by the soldiers on both sides, and questioned Ma Liang fearlessly.

"Why die?" The man behind the table raised his head nonchalantly and looked at him with mocking eyes: "If there is karma, why don't you ask your World Venerable to settle the sins of a certain family now?" ”

"Obsessed!" The monk shook his head: "Mingzun's wisdom, how can it be ......?"

"Come on!" Ma Liang raised his voice and interrupted him: "Maitreya? I never thought of being saved by that kind of thing, I was not afraid of him when I was alive, am I still afraid that he will come to me for trouble after death? ”

He looked at the pale envoy with a smile and laughed in a low voice: "In that case, it is better for me to send him down personally, so that we can meet at the spring in the future." ”

The generals and soldiers in the tent laughed in unison, looking at the monks who were trembling with anger, their eyes full of malice.

"It's like this every time, dozens of times, why can't you understand the situation?" Ma Liang patted the table, his eyes were cold: "Didn't you even see that your family Mingzun sent you to be a dead ghost?" Every time I start a war, I have to kill a few monks, and I dirty the knife of my son first. ”

"You ...... Demon! ”

"Well, I think I'm a demon who looks more like a living person than the clay and wood carvings you believe in." Ma Liang sneered, feeling that his patience had been exhausted, and waved his hand a little boringly: "Drag it out." ”

The soldier next to him quietly gestured in a decapitation gesture and asked for his opinion.

"Kill it every time, it's boring, send it back through your ears and nose, and the people in the province will say what I am......" Ma Liang patted his head and suddenly raised his fingers in realization: "That's right, demon." ”

He got up from behind the table, walked over to the shivering monk, and whispered to him, "One day, I will make the whole world think that 'Mingzun' of yours is a real demon." ”

"Try to live, I'll let you see that day." He patted the monk on the shoulder and walked out of the tent laughing.

Behind him, a soldier dragged the struggling and screaming monk out of the tent, and the knife fell so that two ears and a nose fell to the ground.

The anguished monk rolled on the ground, screaming and covering his already flattened face.

In the screams of the envoys, Ma Liang raised his head and looked to the other side of the Yangtze River, as if he could see the god sitting on the white lotus throne on the high platform.

Across the Yangtze River, the two looked at each other with cold or indifferent eyes.

Until Ma Liang sneered and gestured to him in a decapitation posture, laughed and turned away.

"Pass the order, reward the three armies, and cross the river with me tomorrow to kill the enemy!"

Cheers rang out, and on the other side of the Yangtze River, Maitreya frowned as he looked at the blood-red in the river.

Just below the Yangtze River, the outside of the Dragon King's Water Mansion has been dyed red with blood.

The shrimp soldiers and crabs will all be turned into mutilated corpses, and the dragon king who was ordered to help the White Lotus Sect tomorrow has lost his life, and the headless corpse is rapidly rotting.

The man with unkempt hair carried a fruit knife and a real dragon head, and with a happy smile, slowly returned in the direction he came.

Behind him, someone wrote a few blood-soaked characters on the broken ruins:

"The murderer Wu Song - by Liang justice."

On the second day, in the dark morning, war drums were beating, and countless warships flying crimson flags sailed towards the other side of the Yangtze River, murderous in the sky.

A golden light silently lit up on the high platform on the opposite bank, and a golden lotus rose from the hand of the Buddha with a solemn expression, showing his divine might.

Dressed in iron armor, Ma Liang looked up and saw the golden lotus slowly rising in the dawn night, and sneered again.

Seeing Maitreya exert his magical powers, all the monks and soldiers cheered: "Mingzun descended into the world and swept away the evil demons!" ”

"Demons? That's a great name......"

In the hustle and bustle of war drums, Ma Liang laughed and pulled out the long sword at his waist and aimed it at the Buddha in the sky: "800,000 soldiers listen to the order, follow me to destroy the Buddha!" ”

Countless roaring voices rang out, converging into a mighty torrent, resounding between heaven and earth:

"Destroy the Buddha! Destroy the Buddha! Destroy the Buddha! Destroy the Buddha! ”

Above the pitch-black sky, which no one could see, there was a huge shadow of an evil god swimming in the black clouds, bathed in starlight, silently spreading a terrifying aura that would collapse the sky.

It was a starry sky depicted by countless mad souls holding a magical pen that embodied the evil of the world, and the facsimile was a copy of the back of Liang Chengcheng's memory when he held the silver key to meet the 'Core of Chaos'.

At this moment, the shadow of the evil god created is already Liang Chengcheng's family, it squirms like a living thing, stretching its huge body in the sky, countless compound eyes open, hollowly looking down on the gods and Buddhas below.

The man with unkempt hair grinned toothlessly on top of the barefoot clan, his eyes full of pleasure and madness, and behind him, the back of the amorphous giant evil spirit suddenly wriggled like boiling mud, and countless hideous human figures slowly crawled out of it.

They shook off the dirt like specks of mud on their bodies, revealing their green skin, and clutched various steel pipes, bricks, chainsaw swords, folding stools, and battle axes in their hands......

Sensing the anomaly in the clouds, the Buddha raised his head in surprise and saw the crazy aliens and enemies descending from the sky.

Pitch black grew out of nothing, dyeing the blooming golden lotus, the pitch-black lotus withered into a withered shape in the air, and the unstoppable death and decay spread across the battlefield with his appearance.

The pitch-black malice stained the white lotus he sat on, and it also shattered the last bit of courage of the group of monks.

"What's next?" Liang Chengcheng thought about it with some distress, and suddenly noticed the green-skinned boys shouting behind him, and his eyes lit up.

In the dark night sky, Liang Chengcheng led the servants he brought from far away time and space to let out a roar of joy:

“waaaaaaaaaaagh!”

The final war is about to begin, and it is the cheers of the orcs and evil spirits.

Descending from the sky from the clouds, the evil gods of another time and space cast an inexplicable shadow of terror and screamed maliciously towards the Buddha.

――――

The steel door roared open, and a rare light shone into the darkness, reawakening the prisoner behind the door from his slumber and opening his eyes to the comer.

Under the pull of the three Yellow Turban wrestlers, the heavy shackles and shackles were put on the prisoner's body, and the giant spirit god suddenly pushed him behind him, almost causing him to fall.

Looking at the monkey's embarrassed appearance, Wang Lingguan made a joking voice: "Sun Wukong, today is your good day." ”

The monkey raised his eyes to look at him, and then moved his eyes tiredly, and suddenly whispered something.

Wang Lingguan couldn't hear clearly, and approached with a frown: "What did you say?" ”

The heavy shackles and shackles were suddenly raised, and the angry monkey overturned the three yellow turban wrestlers who were pulling the chains, and slammed the heavy shackles on Wang Lingguan's head.

This was followed by a blow that was enough to crush the iron, and an iron elbow that smashed into the neck.

Sun Wukong laughed, stepped on Wang Lingguan's face, rubbed the soles of his feet, bent down and said, "Even if I die, I am also a Monkey King." ”

With the last bit of dignity of Wang Lingguan, Sun Wukong asked in a low voice: "When will it be your turn to step on a small character like you who is not a dog?" ”

After a cold gaze around him, he sneered: "Since it's a dog, you have to honestly pretend to be a dog for me!" ”

"You dogs of the heavenly court, send Lao Tzu to the execution ground!"

Monkey King laughed and walked out the door.

Even if there is something waiting for death in front of him, he will not give it up.

Dignity, arrogance, anger in the heart, and unwillingness of men, there is always something worth a man to give up his life to grasp, to struggle, and even death does not allow ants to be humiliated!