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Bao Longtu is quite energetic about the current work of Yan Jun.

He himself is upright, when he was still alive, although some things were not so good, but it also made him break through the reputation of being upright and selfless.

Although sometimes, he will also be cowardly, and he will be unable to do it, and feel helpless.

However, when he came to this underworld to become a Yan Jun, there was no time for him to be cowardly.

Because he was dealing with dead people, wisps of ghosts.

In this netherworld, except for Erqing and them, no one can hinder him. However, Erqing and the others will not die, they have become immortals and gods.

Therefore, naturally, there will be no powerful people to interfere with his work.

After saying hello to Erqing, Erqing introduced the Tamarin King Yu to them, and after telling the Sword Grass clone and Bao Longtu about his intentions, he left the Netherworld.

At this time, the Heyao couple and their youngest son had already arrived in the city of all races.

Their eldest son, Ha Fan, appeared outside the city and came to lead them, and by the way showed them everything about the city of all races.

And everything here amazed them.

Erqing and Little Monkey took Heyao and his family to the Temple of All Races, Dabai and Yang Chan, as well as Xiaoqing and Hongyan, they also came out to meet them, and everyone sat together and chatted.

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A few days later, after arranging everything properly, Erqing came to the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.

He was going to study the void crack at the bottom of this mountain.

As a result, he never expected that as soon as he appeared at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, he was teleported to a world full of Buddha light by a golden light.

In that world, the light of the Buddha was permeated, and the sound of the Buddha's voice and Zen singing was endless, like a magic sound filling the brain, which made Erqing frown involuntarily.

At this moment, a huge golden handprint slapped towards his head.

Er Qing looked up at the golden giant palm, and then slashed at the big handprint with a sword.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, in this world, everything must pay attention to order!"

The sword light condensed by the power of the Great Dao Law slashed under the giant palm, and the condensed big handprint was directly dissolved by the power of the law, revealing the figure behind the giant palm.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this figure, Er Qing laughed, "You really gave me a big surprise! Shakyamuni! I didn't expect you to be so cruel to yourself! It almost caught me off guard!"

"There is no self and no thought, it doesn't matter whether you are ruthless or not!"

The huge body said slowly, the Buddha fingered the flowers, with a mysterious smile.

"Since you have no self and no thoughts, then why did you attack me as soon as you came? Aren't you afraid that you will be angry again, and give Moro a chance to take advantage of it?" Erqing put away his long sword, his body shook, and became the same size as the Buddha, and then he said to him with his hands behind his back and a leisurely look.

That's right, this huge golden figure is the Buddha Shakyam who was forced by Erqing to reincarnate more than a hundred years ago.

Originally, Erqing let him be reincarnated in the tenth life, but now it is only a little more than a hundred years before he has returned. After more than 100 years of experience and ten lifetimes, it can be seen how ruthless you have to be to yourself.

Under normal circumstances, if it is counted as 100 years old, 10 years will be 1000 years, and even if it is calculated as 50 years old, it will be 500 years. But now, just over 100 years have passed.

Erqing believes that since the Buddha promised to be reborn in the tenth life, it must be the tenth life of rebirth. If he even has to break this promise, then he will not be able to recover it with his strength.

The Buddha flicked his fingers, clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, and said: "The donor is wrong! Can you see that the poor monk is angry? Is he angry? Is he stupid? The poor monk is just dusting off his hands, that's all!"

As he spoke, the sound of chanting around him suddenly increased and accelerated.

For ordinary people, this voice may be settled directly, but for Erqing, it is not much different from the magic sound. Because he also has a sense of wanting to settle down, to enter the ethereal.

"The art of Buddhism to transform sentient beings is really unguardable!"

Er Qing smiled slightly, and a layer of power of the Great Dao Law floated on the surface of his body, and those Buddha Sound Zen Singing touched the power of this layer of the Great Dao Law, and they dissipated one after another.

If the Buddha's chanting is the great waves of the sea, Erqing is the rock on the shore, immovable.

"There was nothing in the first place, where did you stir up dust? Shakyamuni, you are still obsessed!"

"It seems that the donor has also studied the Dharma of my Buddha, but the poor Dao doesn't mind having a discussion with the donor!" The Buddha clasped his hands together, and the golden light of the Tao surged towards Erqing like a tide.

Under the golden light, the Buddha chanting became more distant and ethereal, as if it could make people's souls ascend to heaven and flutter away.

However, Erqing, who was guarded by the Avenue of Order, was completely unaffected by these Buddha sounds, and stood there quietly, his clothes fluttering gently, smiling at the Buddha Shakyamuni.

"Your crossing technique can't affect me!" Erqing smiled: "Unless you use the power of this heaven and earth to forcibly crush me!"

Buddha Shakyamuni shook his head slightly, and finally smiled: "You are cunning, knowing that it is useless to say this to you, and you still want to lure me into being fooled." Donor, why don't we make a bet and let go of each other's minds and have a heart-to-heart exchange!"

When Erqing heard this, he smiled and said, "Okay!

So, Erqing let go of his mind and let the Buddha chant affect his mind.

Just like Daozu met Moro's challenge, let go of his heart, let Moro influence him, and finally defeated Moro.

Erqing knew that the Buddha was provoking him, but if he was afraid now, he would lose his spirit.

The contest with the Buddha again will naturally be lost.

He firmly believes in his Dao heart and knows what he wants, so how could the Buddha influence him?

When he let go of his mind, under the influence of the distant sound of the Buddha, his mind gradually entered the ethereal, thoughtless, as if his mind was immersed in the void, cruising in the endless void, and as if he was asleep.

In the depths of his soul, it seems that a voice has been calling him, telling him to let go of the glitz and glitz of the turbid world, let go of the red and mundane things, let go of the unfinished world, and let go of everything.

Seeing this, the Buddha smiled slightly, turned into a golden light, and escaped into the sea of knowledge of Erqing.

Erqing gradually fell asleep, in that dream, he defeated the Buddha, laughed and left, and then went to the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, and with a wave of his hand, solved the problem of the void crack.

His master Lishan Lao Mu, his sworn brother Zhen Yuanzi, the second brother Monkey, and the other two Taoist ancestors, the Bodhisattva of the South China Sea...... and so on, all of them have opened up their own world.

He returned to the world of Qinglian and lived a happy life with Dabai, Yang Chan, Xiaoqing, and Hongyan.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As a result, I suddenly woke up and found that this was just a dream of Nanke.

What is the meaning of life?

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