There was the sound of an iron ring touching an iron ring, and a white-clothed monk on the horizon walked with this nine-ring tin staff, and he didn't know what the principle was, so far away the voice and words could actually reach Lu Weiyang's ears.

But the next thing is even more unprincipled, looking at the white-clothed monk who is still far away, as long as Lu Weiyang blinks an eye, he will be much closer to him, such as teleportation, after a few times, he saw the white-clothed monk clearly, born with red lips and white teeth, especially the skin that is called a blow bomb can be broken, but he seems to be a blind man, because he has closed his eyes, but aside from his eyes, seeing such a white-clothed monk, Lu Weiyang's first feeling is that he will not be Tang Seng! If it weren't for being so handsome, how could those female goblins and his daughter Guoguo Dynasty think about it.

"Amitabha, the donor is courteous"

Although the white-clothed monk had his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to see clearly, and smiled slightly at Lu Weiyang like a spring breeze, and he could not feel like he was listening to the voice.

The white-clothed monk in front of him because he was holding a nine-ring tin staff in his left hand, he could only erect a Buddha with his right hand, and he found that the white-clothed monk had a small purple beast lying on his left shoulder, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and the most amazing thing was that there was a single horn in the center of the king character on its forehead.

"The master is polite, dare to ask the master's number, why are you waiting for me?"

Lu Weiyang's door was wide open, and he didn't bother to be on guard, because he felt that the white-clothed monk in front of him only had to think about killing him.

"Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk's Dharma name is not enough to worry about, as for the reason for waiting for the donor, the reason is to exchange a thing with the donor. ”

Lu Weiyang was a little puzzled, what could he have on his body that could be exchanged? In this environment where neither the Sumeru ring nor the small world of Zhihai could be opened, the most valuable thing on his body was this set of clothes, no! Lu Weiyang thought of another thing, which was the yellow cobblestone he took out to play with before teleporting, so he didn't take back the small world of Zhihai in time, and now he is still carrying it in his arms, with eight words engraved on it, "Fengdu Fire, its name is Red Lotus", he has a feeling that it is the key to his ability to obtain the Five Elements Fire attribute, how can he exchange it? glanced at the white-clothed monk, and still had that smile on his face, but now it seems to be meaningful, not to act rashly, and at the same time clearly realize his combat effectiveness, in front of this white-clothed monk is scum, can only respond to changes with the same, so he said.

"Master, what are you exchanging for? Please be clear!"

"Relics. ”

The simple three words made Lu Weiyang understand what the yellow cobblestone was, but he was a little unsure of the other party's thoughts, because although the white-clothed monk was smiling, his tone did not have any waves.

"Master, let me ask, this kidney stone... Is this relic important to you, Master?"

"Help!"

After saying these two words, the white-clothed monk's smile like a spring breeze instantly became kind and compassionate, which made Lu Weiyang feel surprised, and he felt warm in this lifeless place, and asked again.

"Is this man good or evil?"

"A wicked man, but he has a good heart!"

"What's the point? Things in the world are not black and white!"

The white-clothed monk was still smiling and said slowly.

"Kill one hundred and thirty-seven, save three hundred and sixty-five!"

Lu Weiyang lowered his head and pondered after listening, and the white-clothed monk didn't bother, just stood and watched him think, as if a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, Lu Weiyang raised his head to look at the white-clothed monk, took out the relics from his arms and threw them at him.

"This should be his good retribution, so what is his evil retribution?"

The white-clothed monk caught the thrown relics and held them in his hands, not surprised that Lu Weiyang would ask this question and say four words.

"Heavenly Evil Lone Star!"

As expected, Lu Weiyang shook his head helplessly.

"If I were him, I wouldn't return the yang! But I'm not him, so I'll return the yang!"

"Why?"

"Pay off your debts!"

The white-clothed monk laughed, this time there was no reserve of people in Buddhism at all, but with a kind of pride of children of the rivers and lakes.

"Donor, you have a relationship with the Buddha!"

"But I can't let go of the prosperity of the world!"

Lu Weiyang spread his hands and said that he didn't want to be a monk.

"Last question, don't you ask the poor monk what he exchanged with you, in case it doesn't make sense?"

The white-clothed monk's eyes opened a thin slit slightly, a little golden light overflowed, and someone could vaguely hear singing Sanskrit, but when he wanted to listen carefully, the white-clothed monk had closed his eyes, and at the same time the voice disappeared, as if it was an illusion, Lu Weiyang, who had vaguely guessed something, replied with a smile.

"I didn't think to ask you for a favor when I threw out the relics, maybe this is also a debt I want to repay!"

Lu Weiyang exhaled, inexplicably feeling very relaxed, as if his mood had been washed once, and then stretched out like a cat waking up in the afternoon, and turned around and left without hesitation, although he was unwilling to give up the clues of the Five Elements Fire Attribute, he also wanted this unfathomable white-clothed monk to help him, at least he could find Xiaoluo, but why?

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. Donor, you really have a relationship with the Buddha!"

Lu Weiyang turned around and his face was full of black lines, because the white-clothed monk stood in front of him again with the voice, the other party was related to the Buddha sentence by sentence, and couldn't help but think of a story in his memory in the future, and complained in his heart, you are not Tang Seng, you are Fahai, forcing me to become a monk who is as handsome as Xu Daguan!

As if hearing Lu Weiyang's heart, the white-clothed monk shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Who is Fahai? Oh! I see, shemale love! Although this story is a bit slanderous of my Buddha, Bai Suzhen in it has a lot of wisdom roots, red dust refining the heart, and finally understands that everything has cause and effect, Amitabha Buddha, good and good!"

These words frightened Lu Weiyang, how did the white-clothed monk know that Bai Suzhen was not right, but when he saw the little beast on the white-clothed monk's shoulder whispering in his ear, he understood everything, could it be that he had the same heart as the six-eared macaque!

Recalling the vision that the white-clothed monk just opened his eyes slightly, Lu Weiyang knelt slowly with his hands together, he was not unwilling to resist, because the white-clothed monk in front of him deserved to kneel down all beings in the world.

"The donor knows, there are more flaws. But let's get down to business, the donor barely passed the test just now, and the little guy on the poor monk's shoulder also let the poor monk know what the donor wants, so your request can be fulfilled, but the donor can only choose one request to be realized, is it the red lotus karmic fire born in the Eight Cold Hells, or the girl who came to the underworld with you?"

Lu Weiyang was overjoyed and immediately stood on his forehead and slammed it hard.

"Thank you, King Jizo Bodhisattva, and please send me back to the human realm with the girl who came here with me!"

"You don't want that red lotus karmic fire, that's one of the ten fire kings!"

Lu Weiyang raised his head and stood up, looked at the closed Zao Bodhisattva in front of him with a smile on his face, and nodded vigorously.

"Jizo King Bodhisattva, listening to the truth will not deceive people. ”

Still smiling, King Jizo Bodhisattva nodded and stopped persuading.

"As you wish!"

Lu Weiyang watched himself slowly illusory starting from his feet, and his hands were put together again to practice the Buddha ceremony.

"Thank you, Jizo King Bodhisattva! When I was leaving, I had a question, "Can hell be empty?"

"Can't!"

"Then why make a grand wish, hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha?"

The smile of King Jizo Bodhisattva became compassionate and dignified again.

"Because in the eyes of souls who are at least hundreds of years in prison, the poor monk is hope, because as long as one more soul can be crossed, hell will be less suffering. Mortals are ignorant, soaked in red dust, and do not know how many karma they have added to their bodies, and if you don't cross it, if I don't cross it, when will hell be empty? At that time, it's not that you can't, but that it's impossible! Amitabha: Everyone in the world suffers, and if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. ”

"Bodhisattva Great Compassion!"

The illusory Lu Weiyang saluted again, and then disappeared.

King Jizo Bodhisattva bowed to the place where Lu Weiyang disappeared.

"Donor, you are the Great Mercy!"

The words of the Jizo King Bodhisattva seemed to have another meaning, but unfortunately Lu Weiyang didn't hear it.