Regarding Lao Buddha's point of view, Chen Yi agreed, and stopped the topic.

The two chatted for a while.

At the time of parting, the old Buddha was about to soar through the clouds, Chen Yi suddenly stopped him, and asked seemingly casually: "Lingshan incident, did you do it?" ”

The old Buddha froze, but he turned into a blank face for a moment, and asked rhetorically:

"Lingshan? What happened to Lingshan? ”

"You know what I'm asking."

Chen Yi picked off a willow leaf casually, and pointed out while playing: "Some things fool the people below, you and I are at this level, don't do this." ”

"Hah..."

Lao Buddha smiled embarrassedly, touched the tip of his nose, and turned to a straight face: "This matter really has nothing to do with the underworld, before I was reincarnated in Lingshan, they were already like this." ”

"Daoyou has been undercover in Lingshan for so many years, and you haven't noticed any clues?"

Chen Yi looked at the old Buddha:

"Don't tell me you don't hear outside the window with your ears and don't look at the world with your eyes."

Although there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the bottom of his eyes is calm like an ancient well, pointing directly to the essence of things, and no matter how profound the camouflage is placed in front of him, it is nothing.

The eyes are facing each other.

Old Buddha was silent.

The more amazing the people, the more curious they are, they are both extremely humble and extremely conceited, and it is obviously difficult to satisfy their thirst for knowledge.

This can be seen from the fact that the old Buddha dared to calculate the gods and Buddhas by slashing the mortal realm.

is afraid of being killed by Chen Yi, just because he feels that the way to die is too aggrieved, if he dies in the process of spying on the taboo, then he will die as he deserves, and he is willing to do it.

The entire spiritual mountain, from the Buddha to the nuns, was corrupted and polluted, and it was impossible for him not to be moved by such a big secret that was enough to shake the past and the present and go down in history.

"I can't say that there is nothing at all."

Long.

Old Buddha spoke in a quiet tone:

"Alas, looking at the world of the underworld, for more than thousands of years, it is the first time that a poor monk has met a person like Your Excellency with a fairy bone and a mind like a demon... Have you ever heard of the River Styx? ”

"Styx?"

Chen Yi subconsciously thought of the flood novel in his previous life - the ancestor of the Styx.

"It's also part of the underworld?"

"Your Excellency can afford to look down on the underworld."

The old Buddha shook his head and said: "This is a river that has been passed down since ancient times, it does not belong to any force, but it just happens to be rooted in the underworld." ”

"Ancient records."

"Its birth brought together all the most evil and filthy qi of the nine heavens and ten earths."

"Even the ancients above the gods are very jealous, looking at the underworld, I am afraid that only the Jizo Bodhisattva with Bodhi great compassion has explored one or two..."

Chen Yi was slightly stunned and couldn't help blurting out:

"Isn't this the boundless sea of blood?"

"A boundless sea of blood?"

Lafayette raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement:

"It's more apt than the River Styx."

Chen Yi's heart moved slightly.

It seems that the other party does not know the origin of the boundless sea of blood.

But.

After thinking about it, the white fox came in person, met the providence of heaven, and spent a lot of time planning the origin of the sea of blood for himself, naturally it can't be that kind of vulgar thing on the bad street.

Little is known, not surprising.

"Whether it's the River Styx or the Sea of Blood, the name is not the point, the point is that in the depths of it, there is an ancient demon corpse, the world... The last ancient demon! ”

Lafayette's eyes were deep and fell into memory:

"Back then, there was a riot in the River Styx, and Jizo Bodhisattva suppressed it alone, but after the war, he disappeared with that demon body, and no one knows where they went."

"Since then."

"The evil qi and demonic thoughts under the River Styx are like wild horses that have escaped, and it is at that time that Lingshan is unconsciously eroded by demonic thoughts."

"By the time they realized it was too late, in order to avoid making a big mistake, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were forced to be helpless, forcibly beheaded themselves, and the sea of knowledge was divided into good and evil thoughts."

"The incarnation of good thoughts and the inheritance of Buddhism have escaped into the vastness and disappeared since then, and the incarnation of evil thoughts has taken advantage of the situation to occupy the magpie's nest, claiming to be orthodox in Buddhism, fooling sentient beings..."

Really.

It is much the same as what the ghost king that Liuzhu had captured before said.

And.

It seems that every time the world changes greatly, you can see the figure of the ancient demons, they hide behind the scenes to demagoguery, wantonly manipulate the general trend of the world, and they are not at peace when they die.

Of course.

They don't have the ability to stand in front of the scenes, and they may have.

The ancient demon lineage was extinct as early as the Immortal Gu Era, and Chan Hongyi can only be regarded as a demon cultivator, even if the demon blood is cultivated in the body, there is still a huge gap between it and the ancient true demon.

"Thank you for your doubts."

The trip was fruitful, and Chen Yi thanked the black-clothed old Buddha.

"That's a big deal."

The old Buddha returned the salute, and then said half-jokingly and half-tentatively: "If Your Excellency really wants to be grateful, it is better to ask your disciple to cut two taels of fine flesh to me and save me from the catastrophe of life and decay." ”

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows.

Thinking that the two sides are currently in a cooperative relationship, he simply said bluntly: "In fact, the inferior is not the reincarnation of a golden cicada, he is away from home, and his identity is given by himself." ”

Old Buddha's eyes widened, as if he was shocked.

But, it didn't take long.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were shining, staring directly at Chen Yi, taking a deep breath, word by word, and loudly: "But she... What a golden cicada of the Ninth World! ”