Chapter 168 Minghe: You All Come to Bully Me, Right?

The west, the Pure Land of Bliss.

Ksitigarbha was like a stream of light, running fast in the Pure Land of Bliss, and soon arrived at the Eight Treasures Merit Pond deep in the Pure Land.

The golden Eight Treasures Merit Pond was calm, and the lotus in the pond was in full bloom, with a fragrant aroma. In the middle was a twelve-grade golden lotus of merit, on which sat the Saint Jie Yin.

Ksitigarbha bowed respectfully to the Saint Jie Yin, and then bowed respectfully to the Saint Zhunti under the ancient Bodhi tree by the pond.

"Report to the two leaders, the situation in the underworld has changed significantly. Lady Pingxin has reached an agreement with the Heavenly Court, and the matter of the merging of heaven and earth has become a foregone conclusion. Under the leadership of Yang Ling, the underworld has made drastic reforms..."

Ksitigarbha described the many changes in the underworld in detail.

The branches and leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree rustled, and the Saint Zhunti frowned, as if he was thinking deeply about something. After a moment, he slowly spoke.

"The merging of heaven and earth is indeed a brilliant move."

The voice of the Saint Zhunti is like the morning bell and evening drum, clear and distant.

"This can not only stabilize the six reincarnations, but also integrate the order of the three realms. It is not surprising that Lady Pingxin abandoned our Western religion and chose to cooperate with the Heavenly Court."

When Ksitigarbha heard the praise from the Saint Zhunti, his face dimmed slightly. He lowered his head and sighed, his tone full of self-blame: "My disciple is incompetent and failed to convince Lady Pingxin. In the end, the plan of the two leaders was in vain."

Saint Zhunti shook his head slightly and said lightly: "Ksitigarbha, you have tried your best. You are not to blame for this.

However, after the fusion of heaven and earth, the order of the underworld will be clearer, and most of the dead souls will be at peace, but there are still a small number of dead souls who sink into the underworld...

Ksitigarbha, you have always been compassionate. I have a plan that can only be done by people with great compassion and perseverance. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a suitable candidate among the disciples of the religion except you. I wonder if you are willing?"

When Ksitigarbha heard this, his expression changed slightly. He still maintained a humble attitude on his face, but he was thinking quickly in his heart.

He knew that the Saint Zhunti had always been far-sighted, and this time he was so cautious, it must be very important, so his decision may directly affect his future destiny.

After a moment of silence, Dizang nodded vigorously and said respectfully: "Master, please give me your instructions."

When he spoke, his face was very firm. Obviously, he had known the difficulty and importance of this task, but he did not refuse in the end, but resolutely agreed.

A trace of relief flashed in the eyes of the Saint Zhunti, and he looked at Dizang and said seriously: "I want you to stay in the netherworld forever and open up a smooth path for my Western religion to convert the dead souls!"

Hearing the words "stay in the netherworld forever", Dizang's expression was slightly solemn and became a little silent even though he had expected it.

The importance of this responsibility exceeded his expectations.

He knew that once he accepted this task, it meant that he would give up a lot, and he might even stay in the netherworld forever, and it would be difficult for him to see the light of day again.

Staying in the netherworld forever means that he has to stay in the netherworld forever!

At this time, the Saint Jie Yin also slowly spoke: "Ksitigarbha, now that the Styx is suppressed under the sea of ​​blood, it is a great opportunity.

If you can forever suppress the netherworld and convert the dead souls, even after the heaven and earth merge, you can still make great contributions to the West."

After thinking for a long time, Ksitigarbha nodded solemnly, his voice firm and powerful: "Master, I am willing to suppress the netherworld for my Western religion forever."

Seeing this, the Saint Zhunti nodded with satisfaction, then put his palms together, muttered something, and an invisible force emanated from him and slowly injected into Ksitigarbha's body.

"This is the method of great aspirations. You need to use this method as a basis and make a vow to suppress the netherworld forever and convert the dead souls."

Ksitigarbha closed his eyes and felt the warm and powerful power in his body. His mind seemed to be sublimated at this moment. He understood his mission and saw the road of his long future.

He took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, with a firm light in his eyes. He bowed to the two saints again, then took a step slowly, and suddenly arrived at the gate of hell.

At this moment, he put his hands together, his face full of compassion, and his body was surrounded by brilliant golden light. He took another step and appeared in the eighteenth underworld.

He came to the mouth of the Wangchuan River and sat cross-legged on a mountain peak.

To his left was the dark underworld with many ghosts; to his right was the dark red sea of ​​blood with huge waves.

He sat cross-legged between the sea of ​​blood and the underworld, and said in a loud voice: "I, Dizang, have made a great wish here. I wish to forever suppress the underworld and save the dead souls. I wish to use my infinite compassion and perseverance to guide all the fallen souls to the bright road, so that they can be liberated and reborn.

I will never obtain the supreme enlightenment until hell is empty!"

With Dizang's oath, the entire underworld and even the underworld sea of ​​blood were shaken, and countless merits gathered from all directions, revolving around Dizang, forming a huge halo.

In the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood and the Netherworld, countless souls were saved, sitting cross-legged on the spot, clasping their hands together, and chanting something...

At this moment, Ksitigarbha has gained a lot of merits and is recognized by the earth. From now on, he will become one of the strongest in the Netherworld.

In the Pure Land of Bliss, the Saint Zhunti smiled.

He knew that Ksitigarbha would become the most solid foundation of the Western Church in the Netherworld.

Even if the heaven and the earth merge, it cannot stop them, the Western Church, from occupying a place in the Netherworld!

At this moment, the Tai Chi diagram above the blood sea suddenly shrank, and then disappeared without a sign.

Seeing this scene, the face of the Saint Zhunti moved slightly, and his expression was slightly depressed: "Brother Taiqing is really... It seems that I have to go to the blood sea myself."

The Saint Jieyin nodded slowly, "Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother."

...

At the same time, with the dissipation of the Tai Chi diagram, the atmosphere of the entire Netherworld Blood Sea seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

The waves of the blood sea became more violent, and the blood-colored waves were like living things, as if responding to some kind of call.

Then, a deafening roar came from the depths of the blood sea, shaking the entire Netherworld.

The leader of the Styx finally emerged from the surging blood waves, his face twisted, his eyes spewing resentful flames, and he roared angrily to the sky.

"Ah~"

There were countless blood-colored runes wrapped around his body, and those runes seemed to be the chains of his resentment, constantly twisting and trembling with his roar.

As he roared, the vast blood waves surged up to the sky, as if to break through the sky. Every drop of blood waves contained endless resentment and evil spirits. They condensed into blood-colored thunder in the air, and exploded "booming" above the sea of ​​blood, shaking the entire netherworld.

Dizang looked at this scene with a solemn expression. He knew that the resurrection of the Styx Cult Master was not a good thing for him.

Because the souls that originally fell into the Wangchuan River would flow into the Netherworld Blood Sea with the river water. Most of these souls contained fierce evil spirits, which were excellent "food" for the Asura clan. They had a powerful effect in practicing and refining evil treasures.

For example, Indra's Sky-killing Demon Blade was refined by sacrificing millions of souls.

Now Dizang is stuck at the mouth of the Wangchuan River to save the souls. In the future, no more souls will flow into the Netherworld Blood Sea. This is what the Styx Cult Master and the entire Asura clan do not want to see.

However, Dizang did not waver, but instead strengthened his oath.

He put his hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures. The golden light on his body became more brilliant, forming a sharp contrast with the thunder over the sea of ​​blood.

"I should shoulder the suffering of all living beings. Lord of the Styx, although you have deep resentment, you should not pass your anger on innocent people.

I am willing to resolve the hatred in your heart with compassion and break your confusion with the light of wisdom..."

Before he finished speaking, the Lord of the Styx slapped him, "Noisy!"

"Bang!"

A golden light emanated from Ksitigarbha, and it actually blocked the slap of the Lord of the Styx, and the whole person did not move.

"This is..."

The Lord of the Styx looked surprised and looked at Ksitigarbha in shock.

He had seen this Western Sect disciple before. Although he had achieved the Great Luo Dao Fruit, he was still not worth mentioning in front of him.

I thought he could blow him away with a casual slap, but he didn't expect that he was taken by the other party without a sound. This obviously has entered the realm of quasi-saint power.

"What a great aspiration technique!"

The Styx leader looked solemn, knowing that the Ksitigarbha in front of him was no longer the same as before.

"But even so, you are definitely not my opponent!"

The Styx leader snorted coldly, and suddenly a blood-red fairy sword appeared around him. The blood-colored light flowed on the sword, echoing with the waves of the sea of ​​blood. It was obvious that he was going to get serious.

However, at this critical moment, a mysterious Taoist rhyme emerged, as if it could penetrate time and space and reach the depths of the soul.

Then, a figure appeared in front of Ksitigarbha, it was the Saint Zhunti.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the Styx leader and whispered: "Friend Styx, long time no see."

At this moment, the Styx leader was stunned.

His anger and murderous intent seemed to have all dissipated at this moment, and even the Yuantu fairy sword whimpered and disappeared.

Facing a genuine saint, he really couldn't bring up the idea of ​​fighting him.

However, the humiliation in his heart did not diminish at all, but became even stronger.

It was okay to be suppressed by the Taiqing Saint under the sea of ​​blood with the Tai Chi diagram before, after all, he was the first to attack Yang Ling, the disciple of the human sect, and it was normal for the teacher to come to his door.

But at this moment, the disciples of the Western Sect occupied the estuary of the Wangchuan River and converted all the dead souls that flowed through here, which was equivalent to standing at the door of his home in the Styx to steal his rice in the bowl!

How could he bear this?

But before he had time to really do it, the second leader of the Western Sect, the Saint Zhunti, had already come here in person. Isn't this clearly telling him-

I will definitely grab the rice in your bowl, if you don't accept it, try it?

This feeling is really too aggrieved!