The Buddha is a skeleton, the Buddha and the ghost are combined, there is a fierce ghost in the mercy, and there is a mercy light in the world outside the ghost.

Hundreds of skulls, arranged in formations, staring at the ghost fog, as if facing a great enemy.

Jin Chanzi said coldly: "The Buddha has the appearance of a ghost, not a Buddha or a ghost, and calls himself a Bodhisattva, it seems that you have fallen into the devil." Kill when you should. ”

In the ghost fog, a person replied loudly: "Not a Buddha or a ghost, but also a Buddha and a ghost, the ferocity of ghosts, the hypocrisy of Buddha, and the combination of one, can be called Jizo, and its name is called ghosts." Ghost-like ghosts, ghost-like ghosts, terrifying, terrifying. ”

When the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo heard this, he was furious, and a hundred skulls rushed towards the black mist.

The name of the ghost is derogatory, and it pokes the sore spot of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva, so how can he not be angry?

"Whoosh" broke through the air, golden sticks.

A sound, the Buddha's light pointed.

In the "cracked" black fog, there was a loud shout, and all the hundreds of skeletons were pierced, hitting the center of the eyebrows.

"Woo ......" followed by a black shadow running out, his eyes were red, and he took a skull in the center of his hand, and turned around. Tear the skull to pieces, leave it still underground, and glare angrily at the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

"Amitabha. At the same time, above the sky, the Sanskrit sound was lingering, and the rest of the skulls were all withdrawn, and the black shadow showed mockery, and he didn't look at the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, and swallowed the Buddha's skull into his stomach in one gulp.

"The sun and the moon can still enter the belly, let alone skeletons?"

Meng Po didn't look up, muttered something, Jin Chanzi wanted to listen to it, but he didn't hear it really, just looked at the shore on the other side, waiting for the person who came back.

"Nan no Amitabha!" "The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard a Buddha's name, and everyone looked up, only to see that the Bodhisattva was full of four virtues and full of wisdom.

The tassels are hanging beads and emeralds, and the incense ring is bright.

The dark clouds are skillfully stacked with dragon buns, and the embroidered ribbons are light and colorful phoenixes.

Jasper buttons, Su Luo robe, shrouded in auspicious light, brocade skirt, golden rope, Rui Qi to welcome.

The eyebrows are like a small moon, and the eyes are like double stars.

The jade face is born happy, the red lips are a little red, the net bottle of nectar is prosperous every year, and the oblique weeping poplar is green and young.

Solve the eight difficulties, save the masses, and have great compassion.

The old town of Taishan, living in the South China Sea, saving the suffering and seeking the voice, ten thousand responses, thousands of saints and thousands of spirits.

Lan Xinxin purple bamboo, Hui ** fragrant vine.

She is the Lord of Compassion on Luojia Mountain, and the living Guanyin in the Chaoyin Cave.

As soon as Guanyin appeared, Jizo Bodhisattva hurriedly put away the skull of the hundred ghosts and returned to the compassionate dharma.

When the golden cicada saw it, he smiled slightly at Guanyin, and Guanyin Bodhisattva returned the salute.

"You're here anyway. The golden cicada said this sentence intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, I'm here anyway. “

King Jizo Bodhisattva opened his mouth and asked, "Why did Guanzi Bodhisattva come?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't seem to have seen the monstrous ghost aura just now; “

The others were puzzled.

The King of the Earth Bodhisattva glanced at Guanyin Bodhisattva quite meaningfully, and then lowered his eyes, looking like an ancient Buddha, releasing a faint Buddha light, and it was difficult to find a trace of ghost energy.

The golden cicada turned his head to look at the other side, but he didn't see the people he was waiting for returning.

Guanyin Bodhisattva did not move, the golden cicada did not move, and the Jizo King Bodhisattva did not move.

Meng Po scooped up a spoonful of Meng Po soup and finally put it back again.

It seems that at this second, time suddenly news, and the whole time is paused in this second.

Jizo King Bodhisattva laughed and said, "Wait." Before the words fell, the Buddha's light behind the Jizo King Bodhisattva flashed, and the entire underworld suddenly became as bright as day, and the Jizo King Bodhisattva disappeared in place.

Meng Po straightened up her rickety body, waved her hand, and a black mist enveloped Jiao Zhongqing, then looked at the black mist and muttered: "The gods and Buddhas are ruthless, how can we talk about compassion......"

As soon as Meng Po's words fell, within her field of vision, the souls waiting for reincarnation, under the illumination of the Buddha's light, all turned into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared into the misty black mist.

There was no wailing, no joy or sorrow, but in an instant, it was completely annihilated in the six realms.

The reincarnation of life after life, the obsessive life, dissipates, and it is difficult to find traces of meaning.

However, at the head of the bridge, there were only a few people left, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jin Chanzi, Meng Po, and the black shadow that slowly disappeared.

Even though he has drunk Meng Po soup and has forgotten all about the past and the present, what the King of Jizo Bodhisattva trusts is always the soul that is scattered and destroyed.

Erasure is the only way to protect secrets.

Buddhas, just because they know how to hide their dirt.

It could have been saved, but it was not necessary to be saved.

If I am not a bodhisattva who saves suffering, why should I care about the suffering of the world?

Meng Po glanced at Guanyin Bodhisattva: "Fate is destined to be wiped out, why do you need to force your fate?"

Jin Chanzi actually knew that Meng Po did not believe in cause and effect.

Naturally, I don't believe in fate.

Meng Po once said that no one is destined to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, but if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you can't cross the bridge.

The so-called fate is nothing but a game of gods and Buddhas.

The rules are set by God and Buddha, and it is fate to follow the rules.

If you transgress the rules, you will go against the sky, and you will be punished by God.

Meng Po, are you also afraid of gods and Buddhas?

The golden cicada lowered his head and laughed at himself, who is not afraid? The little ghost is afraid of Hades, and Hades is afraid of Jizang. The Buddha that the king of Hades is afraid of, how can she not be afraid? In the final analysis, she is just a ghost, and she can't help the soup on the bridge day and night.

The copper snake and iron dog swam in the Lethe River, making a mournful cry. Once accompanied by thousands of years, and now it is unreasonable to meet in a hurry, who can say that ghosts are ruthless?

......

Jin Chanzi retracted his gaze and looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva: "Why don't you save it?"

With the power of Guanyin Bodhisattva, it was easy to save the soul of Naihe Bridge from the hands of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, however, Guanyin Bodhisattva pronounced a Buddha horn, looked at it coldly, and watched tens of thousands of souls annihilate the six realms.

Meng Po does not save it, it is still reasonable to say, save the suffering and save the suffering, Guanyin Bodhisattva does not save it, what reason can it say?

Guanyin Bodhisattva combined: "The destiny of heaven is like this, and the gods and Buddhas are difficult to save." ”

Jin Chanzi shook his head and sneered: "A good sentence of destiny is like this, the gods and Buddhas are difficult to save, one day, can the little monk watch the gods and Buddhas annihilate and not help?

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the golden cicada, as if he wanted to understand that the person in front of him, but the golden cicada, who had known him for thousands of years, was so strange and estranged.

The golden cicada's face was calm, and there were no waves on his face, like a puddle of deep winter water, although it was clear and clear, but it was bottomless.

Guanyin Bodhisattva rarely fails to see through a different Buddha, never fails to see through a person, and at this time, he can't see anything clearly, can't see clearly: "Heaven and earth are not old, and gods and Buddhas are immortal." ”

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly: "If the heavens and the earth are not old, why are the vicissitudes of the sea changing? If the gods and Buddhas are not destroyed, why are the gods and Buddhas greedy for the queen mother's peaches? The gods and Buddhas have deceived sentient beings, and they still want to deceive the heavens and the earth?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't dare to look directly at the eyes of the golden cicada, lowered his eyes, the words of the Buddha, deceived mortals, fooled sentient beings, and how to deceive the people in front of him, his eyes were as clear as water, and he was cold: "You don't understand gods and Buddhas." ”

Jin Chanzi still sneered: "It's because you don't understand the destiny of heaven." ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled, looked at the golden cicada in a low voice and said, "Sanqing doesn't understand, the Buddha doesn't understand, how can I understand?

"The mayflies that die in the morning and twilight understand, the golden crows that rise and fall at night, the weeds that grow in spring and wither in autumn, and the golden cicadas in the ninth reincarnation understand, but ...... The gods and Buddhas who override all living beings do not understand. Jin Chanzi closed his eyes tightly and said coldly: "It's not that they don't understand, they just don't dare to understand." ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the golden cicada, he said the golden cicada, not the golden cicada, even if the monk's robe is fragrant, he does not recognize the disciples of Buddhism, is he going to betray Buddhism in the end?

Jin Chanzi nodded: "Understood." ”

"It's a pity to ......" for a long time, Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed: "Drink Meng Po soup, walk across the Nai He Bridge, and forget what you understand, wash a piece of white, and dye yourself in dust." ”

Jin Chanzi's face was full of regret, and the regret was not that he was about to forget, but that the Bodhisattva in front of him couldn't see through: "It is precisely because I understand that I freely accept the reincarnation of the ninth world, and I smile and watch the gods and Buddhas devour my body." It's a pity that you don't understand, and the Great Compassion and Great Compassion Salvation Guanyin Bodhisattva doesn't understand. ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't seem to understand the piercing taunt of the golden cicada, and said slowly: "I haven't eaten it." ”

"I have never eaten a bite of your flesh, I have not drunk a bowl of your soup. I didn't, did you know. ”

"Haven't you eaten?

Jin Chanzi opened his eyes, looked at the wandering spirits on the bridge, and said, "That's why I'm willing to say a few more words to you." ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly felt inexplicable sadness, sadness from the bottom of his heart, and stopped speaking at the moment, avoiding the burning gaze of the golden cicada,

However, the bridgehead was bustling with souls waiting to cross the river, all lined up, waiting for the bowl of Meng Po soup.

There are also confused souls, who go straight to the Nai He Bridge, but they can't help but be tempted to look back, the pain is so painful that they have spasms, they want to go back, they want to go back, and finally sink into the Lechuan River, in the dirty waves, bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs, and they are tortured and cannot be freed, or they sink to the bottom forever, without a trace of ripples.

There was only one voice left.

The golden cicada and the Bodhisattva walked side by side to the bridge, a white monk's robe and a snow-colored long skirt in January, even if a monk and a Buddha, they are like a pair of beautiful people.

The black figure stepped forward quickly, scooping soup for Meng Po, and Jin Chanzi walked up to him and asked, "What will happen if I go to Jizo King City?"

"Will die. The shadow spoke slowly.

Jin Chanzi thought for a while, didn't ask again, he believed Meng Po's words, stood on one side, looked at the numb souls, drank the dark soup, and walked to the afterlife that didn't know the good luck.

The golden cicada turned to Guanyin Bodhisattva and said, "You go, I'm alone and want to see the ninth reincarnation." “

Jin Chanzi looked at each soul with interest, whether in the previous life, whether it was a merchant, or an emperor, or a beggar, or a monk...... At this moment, they are all waiting for the long bridge, waiting for a bowl of Meng Po soup to forget this life.

In this life, even if you win to the end, you will only forget about it.

In this life, begging on the ground, even if he is humble to the end, he is just a bowl of forgetting.

In this life, he is proud of the sky and fights on the battlefield, even if the blood is in the end, it is just a bowl of forgetting.

......

This moment may be the fairest time in this life.

Some people are unwilling, some people are unwilling, some people are reluctant, and some people expect......

Some people don't want to forget, don't want to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, cross Meng Po and walk on the Nai He Bridge, and finally fall into the Lethe River, a few ups and downs, and disappear without a trace.

Some people don't want to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, don't want to cross this Nai He bridge, and wander in the netherworld until ...... Devoured by other souls, torn by wandering demons. The soul of the underworld has nothing to eat, only the soul to eat.

Perhaps, this bowl of Meng Po soup is salvation, do not forget the past, how to start the future? The past is like a quagmire, the more you struggle in it, the faster you sink.

If, without Meng Po soup, where would these souls go?