Chapter 1016 Why Is It Him!

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In fact, there is no essential difference between the wind in hell and the wind in the world;

It is nothing more than the difference in scenery that caused the wind to give people a feeling, which was implicated and subverted the perception.

It's like standing on the Erhai Lake and blowing the wind or standing on the Sahara and blowing the wind.

At this time,

In the most sacred and highest place in hell for thousands of years - Mount Tai,

An incomparably huge monster is pouring out its own blood crazily.

The wind in this area is filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

There was once a wise man in Yangjian who painted green paint on the bare barren hills in order to meet the environmental protection inspection from above;

At this time,

Hearing blood,

Like a gigantic jar of red paint,

Thoroughly dye the entire Mount Tai and its surrounding area with red.

On the cliff wall, on the stream, on the vegetation,

As if in the middle of nowhere,

It seems that there is only one kind of red left.

The young man sitting on Di Ting had an extremely sad and anxious expression on his face,

Inside is extremely excited,

sprinkle it

sprinkle it

Sprinkle more,

Sprinkle it quickly

Watered with the blood of listening,

In the future, my own manor is destined to become the most fertile land in hell!

In the boy's mind, it seemed that he had already seen the great satisfaction he felt when he became the number one farmer in hell.

In this world, there are indeed such people. Their pursuit deviates from the rhythm of the public, and they are only lonely and persistent in their pursuit of their own inner peace.

At this point,

The boy is actually very similar to a Bodhisattva.

Da Changqiu appeared upright at the foot of the mountain, and Xiao Jiu stood beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

behind them both,

There are also seven permanent attendants standing side by side,

Whether it's the ten permanent servants in the past or the nine permanent servants now, what changes is the number, but what remains the same is the insistence that the family must be neat and tidy no matter what they do.

Originally, Da Changqiu didn't plan to take this muddy water.

He had seen what kind of posture a Bodhisattva would take after being punched three times in one day. To be honest, he couldn't stand this matter if it was placed on him.

Even if he endured it, the situation was threatening, he smashed his teeth and swallowed in his stomach, endured the humiliation, and looked forward to revenge and counter-kill.

People, in the past barefoot people were not afraid of wearing shoes, and if there was a wound on their body, they spit on it and rubbed it, so they just did what they should do;

But with the rise of status and strength, those things that were considered meaningless before inexplicably began to become more and more important, even to the point of being inviolable.

Therefore, this was the place where Bodhisattvas were most admired and feared the most before the Great Changqiu.

This kind of person has a deep obsession, and has not been corrupted by the so-called authority and status. Therefore, once this kind of person really has a mental problem, goes crazy or something, it will be the most terrifying .

The obsessions, beliefs, and pursuits that bound him in the past will all be ignored at this time.

Like a ferocious beast that was imprisoned, all the shackles on its body were released in an instant.

tut tut

Da Changqiu subconsciously smacked his mouth,

I deliberately poked my head out of the umbrella,

The tip of the tongue waited for a while, and still waited until the blood beads dripped on it, and tasted it slowly, with a fishy and spicy taste.

"Collect some of them for me. When I go back, I'll find something to drink with wine to get rid of the fishy smell."

"Here!"

The seven regular attendants behind them each took out their magical storage artifacts and began to gather up the bloody water, very busy.

Xiao Jiu looked at Da Changqiu suspiciously,

road:

"Brother, don't we go up?"

"Wait, wait, wait."

Da Changqiu stretched his waist,

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs, they have to let the seam open a little more."

Xiao Jiu frowned slightly, always feeling that these words sounded a bit uncomfortable.

"Snapped!"

Da Changqiu slapped Xiao Jiu on the back of the head,

scolded:

"I can still make jokes about myself, what kind of airs are you trying to put on me here?"

Xiao Jiu feels aggrieved.

"Crying with this face again, believe it or not, I will send you up to make a good fortune for ourselves."

"..." Xiao Jiu.

…………

At this moment, Di Ting didn't know that the Jiuchang attendants were standing at the foot of the mountain while looking at the scenery while collecting their own blood and planning to go back to make wine;

Even if you know, you can't care about it now.

It is more worried about Bodhisattvas.

Buddhas and demons are often just a thought. Among Buddhists, there are not a few people who have practiced Buddhism to the extreme and end up accidentally becoming demons.

Moreover, it is often the taller Buddha who is more likely to be enchanted;

This often means that all the previous accumulated merits are in vain, and the great foundation collapses.

The figure of Bodhisattva appeared on the altar for a while, on the futon for a while, at the door for a while, and in the back room for a while;

Every Bodhisattva is reciting Buddhist scriptures, making great vows, and talking;

Truth Listening is good at listening to everything, but at this moment, it can't hear all the words of the Bodhisattva clearly. There are too many and too complicated, and its own consciousness is constantly being distorted and ravaged. .

It wants to get out, but can't get out. It knows that it has been forced into this cage by the Bodhisattva, and this is the cage that the Bodhisattva set up for itself, and he imprisoned himself here. , broke in.

It doesn't know what happened to make the Bodhisattva undergo such a big change in this short period of one year.

A year may not be too long for the mortals in the yang world, but for these hell bosses whose lifespan is calculated every thousand years, it is naturally shorter and shorter.

But it was after Yama's downfall that Bodhisattva began to have this symptom.

Originally, I thought that with the ability of a bodhisattva, I could completely adjust myself.

Because he is a bodhisattva, the true supreme will for thousands of years in hell.

But the problem is much more serious than Di Ting expected.

And when it really planned to come and check, it found that things were too difficult to deal with.

It was as strong as Da Changqiu, and he didn't dare to go to the top of Mount Tai to have a look at this time, which is enough to show how terrifying a Bodhisattva with an unconscious mind is.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva..."

Truth Ting was still enduring suffering while continuing to call out to Bodhisattva.

What it is doing now is nothing more than hoping to awaken a trace of clarity from the Bodhisattva in its own calling. As long as it can play a little role, it believes that the Bodhisattva can calm itself down.

Its advantage lies in its strong physique, so it can share the torture of consciousness on its own body;

But its disadvantage also lies in this. It can hear a lot, but it can do not much.

There is no omnipotent existence, even an existence of the level of listening to truth, in its seemingly long life, it can only choose one path to walk exclusively.

However,

When listening to truth is gradually feeling hopeless,

It suddenly discovered,

The voices in the small temple suddenly disappeared. Almost in an instant, the environment here fell into a kind of dead silence that could be heard with the drop of a needle.

From the hustle and bustle of the previous hustle and bustle that almost exploded the soul, it suddenly turned into this kind of nothingness that seemed to swallow all the noise in an instant;

This kind of transformation is very uncomfortable, even if it is listening to the truth, it can only scan the surroundings quietly with blood red eyes at this time.

finally,

It saw the Bodhisattva,

The Bodhisattva walked to the front of the futon,

Putting your hands together, you knelt down.

In front of the Bodhisattva,

is still the altar,

on the altar,

It's a puddle of mud.

"You came."

The voice of Bodhisattva came.

Di Ting let out a long sigh of relief, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

At this moment,

It folds its hands respectfully,

Facing the figure of the Bodhisattva,

Piously said:

"I am coming."

The Bodhisattva nodded, listening to him and worshiping him, while he was worshiping the altar.

"How is the Bodhisattva?"

Di Ting asked.

"well."

Listening to the words, I feel that the Bodhisattva has overcome it, and the matter has finally calmed down.

In fact, above Mount Tai, its body is indeed no longer bleeding;

However,

Its body, if it is not bloody, is not bloody, but it is slowly expanding. The already huge and terrifying body, like blowing up a balloon, starts to get bigger and bigger... …

in the small temple,

The mud in front of the Bodhisattva began to squirm slowly, as if driven by thoughts, it had some connection with some existence in the dark.

Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:

"You know, if the hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha. What do you mean?"

As the mount of a Bodhisattva, in the past, I often discussed homework with the Bodhisattva.

That is, in the past few hundred years, as everything has stabilized, such opportunities have decreased a lot.

Di Ting hurriedly replied respectfully:

"When hell is no longer hell, when the world is no longer the world; when hell is seen as the world, when the world is seen as hell;

In the real world, ghosts will naturally travel; in the real hell, it is already empty.

The Bodhisattva's great wish can be achieved, and the Buddha's position is in hand, and the merits and virtues are complete. "

"That's what I told him."

Di Ting nodded, he knew who the "he" Bodhisattva was referring to.

"People, give birth to a child and ask for the way, ask for it, ask for peace.

After great turmoil, comes great peace;

After the great turmoil, there is great Wugou;

After great tribulation, there is great freedom;

Listen carefully..."

"I am here, Bodhisattva."

"You know what I want to do?"

Di Ting looked at the altar, the mud on the altar had condensed the lower body of a person.

"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva, congratulations to the Bodhisattva, a thousand years of planning, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of planning, and the final introduction of true immortal Buddha Dharma!"

Ting Ting knelt down and bowed down.

Back then, when Yinggou and Bodhisattva met for the first time;

Win the hook and say that he is not used to having other people sitting on his head.

The Bodhisattva said that he was not used to his empty altar.

After hearing the congratulations from Di Ting,

The Bodhisattva turned his head,

The body twisted into an extremely exaggerated and strange arc,

He listened with astonishment and saw,

The Buddha's mask is melting,

Like a pool of molten iron dripping down slowly.

The Bodhisattva's voice has a touch of faintness,

road:

"Is it?"

Ting listened and raised his head,

Looking at the already formed sculpture on the altar,

This sculpture is heroic,

This sculpture is majestic,

Until Di Ting saw the head of the sculpture,

His body trembled violently,

With a look of disbelief,

exclaimed:

"Why is it him!"

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This plot is too difficult to write. It has been laid out for a long time, and it was only when I wrote it here that I found it very difficult.

It was a night before sitting on the computer before writing a chapter. There is only one chapter today, and Long didn't dare to force it to write it down.

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