Chapter 1697: Western Heavenly Bliss

Before you know it, it's already dark.

I looked at the sky, and saw a new moon, gradually rising, so I waved my hand, the wind was howling, and a red-eyed god, summoned by me, appeared in front of me.

The yin wind was agitated, and the fat man jumped up from the stone slab and shivered: "It's so cold!"

Then he glanced at it and found the Akame-style god, and was immediately shocked: "Boss, there are ghosts!"

"Stop yelling. I waved my hand for Shikigami to stand behind me, "This is my little ghost." ”

The fat man came to his senses, and for a while, he was full of curiosity: "Boss...... When did you cultivate this to the Akame level?"

"How to cultivate, you don't care. Now, I'll let Shikijin activate the mana and take the two of us away. You just have to point the way. ”

"Okay!"

When the fat man guided the way, I immediately manipulated the Akame-style god, and a yin wind stirred, and the fat man and I were lifted.

If it is a mortal, even if it is a fourth-level god, the ghost general may not be able to hold it up, but the fat man and I have both practiced "ghost arts", and to a certain extent, the essence of the body has changed.

Therefore, the Akame-shiki held the two of us, and without any effort at all, he took the two of us with him, and in the wind, he drifted straight into the distance.

This wind can be regarded as a kind of "protective cover", and the fat man and I were wrapped in it, and we were not "messy in the wind", and we were not blown by the strong wind and couldn't open our eyes.

The wind was howling, and it only took about three hours for me and the fat man to appear in a village.

A somewhat dilapidated looking village.

With a wave of my hand, I put the Akame-shigami away and placed it in my armor.

"The younger generation in the village has long gone out to work, and there are only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people left, and it seems that there are only five or six people left. ”

The fat man said with some embarrassment, pointing to a pond overgrown with weeds not far away, and his tone was full of the taste of memories: "I still remember when I was a child, I often fished in the small pond, but I didn't expect that so many years had passed in a blink of an eye." ”

While walking on the weedy path, the fat man was full of memories and told me about the surroundings: "This is Aunt Wang's home...... This is Uncle Zhang's home......"

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face: "In the past, I always thought that I would not have the face to come back until I 'returned home' and got ahead, but now I know that it is not so important to come out or not." ”

To a certain extent, the current fat man, after stripping the small plane from his body, has also undergone a certain change in the mentality of the whole person, and his anger has decreased a lot.

......

As we spoke, before we knew it, we had come to a dilapidated wooden door.

At this time, I could already feel that behind this wooden door, there was a burst of yin qi, looming.

It's the little ghost.

And sure enough, here he was.

I reached out and pressed on the wooden door, and the sinister force was stimulated from the palm of my hand, and with a slight spit it out, the deadbolt behind the door was flicked open.

Then he walked in slowly with the fat man.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the moonlight is sprinkled all over the earth, which is clearly visible.

In the small courtyard full of weeds, there was an old wooden chair, and on the chair, an old man was sitting, looking at the starry sky, muttering something in his mouth, and muttering something indistinctly.

The old man seems to be telling a story.

But her voice was so deep and so strong that I couldn't hear what she was talking about.

At this time, I didn't use the "soul out" technique, and I could feel that the soul of the old man in front of me was drifting slightly.

That is a sign that the oil is about to run out, and the old man in front of him is afraid that time is running out.

In front of her, on a small stool, sat a child obediently, with his hands on his cheeks, listening carefully to the old man's story.

It's a small plane.

It didn't change into a fierce and vicious appearance, but returned to its original appearance.

The fat man stood there, took a few steps forward, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, crying silently.

I stood behind him and didn't bother him.

The little plane raised his head and glanced at us, and there was no fierce light in his eyes, but an extreme tranquility and "warmth".

That's right, it's warmth.

Sometimes, this kind of family affection in the world seems simple, simple and unpretentious, but it is full of a kind of "great love" power, even if it has entered the small plane of the red eye realm, at this time, it is also a complete loss of ghostly energy, like a real child, obediently listening to grandma tell stories.

There aren't many words, but this kind of sincere feeling, even if I am an outsider, can feel it.

The moonlight is like weaving, and under the light, I have an illusion: in front of me three existences, an ordinary old man, a little ghost in the Red Eye Realm, and a "ghost cultivator", at this moment, a faint layer of "divine light" appeared on their bodies.

The light composed of moonlight, intertwined with the bodies of all three, made me feel for a moment, almost impossible to look at.

This is...... Buddha?

I almost didn't believe my eyes: how could the Buddha's light appear on the body of an ordinary person!

The light flowed, gradually converging into the phantom of an old man.

The old man smiled, broke free from the shackles of his body, flew into the air, and when the breeze blew, he turned into a little starlight, like a firefly, and flew in the direction of the west.

At the same time, the light on the little plane and the fat man gradually dimmed.

The fat man finally began to cry like a child.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Your grandma, you're going to Western Elysium." ”

Judging from the various circumstances on her, she was indeed extradited by the Buddha's light and went to the legendary Western Heaven Elysium.

It seems that in the human world, the underworld seems to no longer exist, at least until now, I have not seen the staff of the Yin Division, such as bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence and the like.

The biggest possibility is that it has something to do with Emperor Gou Chen, after all, he is the Lord of the Netherworld.

Something happened to the Netherworld, and the one who benefited was naturally the Western Elysium.

Buddhism's "purifying sentient beings", countless souls, have entered the Western Bliss, and they are afraid that Buddhism will prosper a lot because of this, and even be able to dominate the six realms of reincarnation with this.

But I have a question: Who is the current head of Buddhism?

Buddha has three lives, the Buddha lit the lamp in the past, the Buddha is now like a Buddha, the future Buddha Maitreya, the lamp has fallen, there has been no movement, according to the situation of the blood brake, the situation should not be very good.

That is, there is only one left: Maitreya Buddha.

Could it be that the current Western Heaven is controlled by Maitreya Buddha?

What about the Heavenly Court?

In that battle for the throne of Nantianmen, I don't know who won in the end.

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