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There is a wonder in the hell way.

Between the endless Wanren ice ridge and the boiling sea of ​​flames, there is a boundless lotus lake on the top of Mount Kumgang. The bottom of the lake is made of golden sand, and the water is shallow and clear. The plants are full of flowers and fruits, and the flower cups are as big as a wheel. The flowers are clean and white, whichever is the meaning of liberation from stains.

The divine beast listened attentively, and fell down in the middle of the lake for thousands of years like a day.

The girl knelt on the green leaf lotus, with her forehead touching the ground, her body lying like a bow, the outline of bony joints could almost be seen on her slender back, and the curved arc seemed so weak and vulnerable ...

But the Bodhisattva knew all too well that there was a rock-solid will growing in the flesh and blood of this young beast.That will is clear enough, firm enough, and will never be shaken by any foreign affairs.

This is Yu Ge Dugui's... 9000th year.

As if the light and darkness were changing in an instant, the all-too-familiar sullenness filled Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's chest in an instant, almost bringing her whole body to the verge of rage.

Holding a tin stick in her left hand and a wish seal in her right hand, she is sitting on the top of the tower, overlooking everything in the hell way in eternal silence.

The sea of ​​blood is still howling, the grieving ghost is still whining, the little listening bird that once lay on her shoulder, nestled in her arms, and curled up at her feet... is still standing for her with the same state of mind that has never changed for thousands of years. The owner of the Buddha is holding on to immeasurable merit.

The Bodhisattva held a stable and peaceful posture, however, in a place where no one could see, the indifferent eyes and brows were already full of almost ferocious violence and domineering.

It was actually a terrifying and absurd scene, almost like a golden image of a Bodhisattva enshrined in a temple, suddenly revealing a vicious face like a ghost in front of all living beings.

During the nearly 3 years that Di Ting has observed cause and effect on her behalf and saved all ghosts, this kind of irrepressible impatience and hostility often appeared in her altar without warning, like a ignorant karmic fire that burned instantly, making her Feel an unprecedented majestic anger.

This anger didn't know where it came from, and it had nowhere to go, and it almost devoured her mind.In some fleeting moments, she resented both the outside world and herself. She wanted to overthrow the mountains and rivers of the six realms and destroy the universe. At the same time... she also wanted to be skinned and boned, so that she could never recover.

The years of Bodhisattva's practice are immeasurable than the mud and sand of the Ganges River. For her, 3 years is not a moment, but it is not much different from waiting for a plant to grow and watching a cloud of clouds disperse.

After the soul of the burning Buddha returned to Taixu, she once traveled alone in the six worlds, holding a volume of scriptures alone, passing the rising sun, and enjoying the moonlight, full of sentiments, but speechless to the world.

In such a long and long loneliness, she often imagined her fate, thinking that she would be like those ancient gods, and one day she would be so lonely with the sun and the moon, and die along with the Dao.

The appearance of Truth Ting... is actually a favor bestowed on her by nature.

She has read a lot of people, and she is unmatched, and she is famous in the world for her knowledge of causes and results, but those strange or reasonable human relationships are in the final analysis, things that have nothing to do with her.

Whether it's the vigorous love and hate, or the plain and profound friendship, no matter how merciful and benevolent she is, they are all things that she can imagine and comprehend, but she is far from being able to personally experience them.

But Yu Ge is different to her.

During the hundreds of years of companionship, the eyes of the cub looking up at her are so admiring, and the temperature on her chest is so real, it almost gave her a strange illusion, as if this beast will stay with her forever In her arms, she will be closely related to her and will never be separated.

I don't know since when, the warmth and coldness of people who were indifferent to her suddenly seemed to turn into infinite tenderness. She watched the sleeping Yu Ge all night and night, not moving an inch, and even unwilling to blink. The six sense organs that have been clean for many years seem to have climbed up to the six dusts densely when she didn't even realize it.

That feeling made her feel overwhelmed, but it also relaxed her heart and lungs, as if the heart that had been floating in the clouds all year round finally fell to the ground, obviously rolled in dust and mud, and was thrown into a daze again, but every drop of blood inside, Every inch of flesh is sincerely... happy.

The difference between her and Yu Ge's identities is as far as clouds and mud, and the distance between her cultivation bases is as deep as an abyss. Everyone says that she is the master of Di Ting, and praises the obedience and gentleness of the cubs to her, but only she understands that the one that year The slap-sized and dirty puppy is the grace bestowed on her by the gods, the favor of heaven for her, and the only sympathy of fate.

Only in the eyes and heart of that cub...she is Lanti.

She is not a mysterious ancient Buddha, not a Bodhisattva who rescues suffering and suffering. She is just a lonely traveler who has trekked between heaven and earth for a long time and is exhausted physically and mentally. She is an ordinary person with a name, flesh and blood, and emotions. Next, I met a naive little beast who could take care of each other.

She is just Randy.

After several times of breathing, the Bodhisattva opened his eyes, and the monstrous anger stopped abruptly, leaving only the melancholy and emptiness like ashes everywhere.

She looked at Yu Ge's long hair scattered into the lake, and listened to the ghosts in the distance praising Di Ting, but her heart was like a fish in a dry marsh, unable to lift half of her energy, and could not feel any waves.

After listening to the truth to save the ghosts, she began to keep her mouth shut and did not say a word. She used to meditate like this before. At that time, it was to cut off all distracting thoughts and improve her cultivation. Now...

But she wished she could hold those distracting thoughts tighter, tighter.

That clingy and quiet little beast used a little bit of immature cultivation to save ghosts, but to fulfill her long-cherished wish and to keep her in the bodhisattva position.

Yu Ge could have been by her side all the time as she had dreamed, if not...she would have become a Buddha.

Why do you have to become a Buddha if your merits and virtues are perfect?

Why is there no sorrow, no joy, no desire, no pursuit, no birth and no death...is the ultimate bliss?

If the road goes to the extreme, it is doomed to walk alone...so what's the point of stopping?

She has a compassionate heart for everything in the world, and has saved countless lives, so why... can't let go of Yu Ge alone?

Is it just because of hundreds of years of companionship and the almost paranoid retention?

What if the cub she accidentally picked up...wasn't Listening Truth?

Countless mixed and circling thoughts came crashing down, and the throbbing in the Bodhisattva's heart that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was like a sharp sword hidden in a box. Finally, after 3 years of their acquaintance...showed an irresistible shock. People are sharp.

Because there is no substitute.

She is not a psychic who is greedy for listening, nor has she been influenced by the fiery and pious youth of the other party... If she has to explain, it is because listening is irreplaceable in her heart.

With Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's practice of asking heaven and reaching gods, the brightness and extinction of everything is only within a thousandth of a thought.

At the moment when the lotus flower withered, the five aggregates gathered in the bodhisattva's lungs, howling like the wind, burning like fire, greed, hatred and ignorance turned into highly poisonous honey, soaking her limbs and bones, and she realized in an instant what a knife is To lick honey, what is meant by everything is suffering.

It has nothing to do with karma and retribution, and it has nothing to do with demons and heretics. She loves Yuge, and because of this, she is born with greed, jealousy, resentment, and... endless regret.

During the 3 years of her hesitation and thinking, Di Ting was under her nose, and she was doing everything for her.

And on the other end...

A splash of dirty blood splashed on the snow-white petals.

Truth, whose cultivation base was exhausted, crouched in place and panted violently, and waited until the limitless pain subsided in his mind for a while, then raised his eyes a little, and stared in the direction of the Buddhist scriptures tower for a moment.

She knew that her master should be in the pagoda at this moment, maybe he was meditating, maybe he was chanting scriptures, in short...it must still be so solemn and clear, although he has a benevolent heart, he can never be contaminated, nor covet.

She closed her eyes, bent her back again, and raised her extremely tired dog ears slightly, despite the noisy and even malicious voices, dragging her thoughts into an endless abyss.

Since she was born, she has hated the sound the most. Back then, she followed the Bodhisattva eagerly, just to seek a moment of peace.

If she had known that she would have to suffer this kind of suffering day after day in order to leave her master behind, then she...

You should still follow the Bodhisattva every step of the way.

Di Ting let out a long sigh of relief, and there was only a gentle smile around the blood-stained lips, even if the smile was slightly distorted by clenched teeth, it could not conceal the radiant satisfaction in it.

She has already converted many people, perhaps... the gap between her and Lanti has been filled in a little bit, right?

Randy, Randy, Randy...

She kept repeating the same name silently in her heart, as if she was guarding a secret that could not be explained alone, and as if she had invincible power, the will to endure pain, and the Let her stand on a lotus flower like a sculpture for 3 years, and another 3 years.

A black cloud covering the sky floated above the lake, and above the light of the clouds, the sky was as red as a mat, and the fire-like gray-red was surrounded by ominous heavy smoke, as if the reflection of the sea of ​​fire was projected on the nearby horizon.

Kneeling down, Di Ting seemed oblivious to everything around her, but she heard the fear and exclamation one after another.

"King Ming is here! Oh my god, which god or Buddha is this wrathful appearance?!"

"This decree clearly has Buddha's light on its body...why did it go down in hell?"

"What a high level of cultivation this is, it's even more penetrating than King Jiang III."

Di Ting turned a deaf ear to these discussions, but the beating sound of the heart that had haunted her for nearly 3 years sounded peacefully and calmly near her, bringing her...the long-lost silence and peace.

She raised her eyes in extreme shock, but only saw a huge and terrifying shadow

It was a King Ming who stepped on a black cloud, with three heads and four arms. His skin was covered with countless flower-like bluish-black totems. He held a halberd and an ax in his hand. His loose long hair was the color of fresh blood. On top of the three heads , the six long and narrow eyes stared at her motionlessly.

All the Ming kings are the incarnations of the wrath of different gods and Buddhas. Because they represent the strong will to wipe out evil spirits and subdue the rule, most of them have inhuman and weird images. If they are placed in temples as statues, they may be just weird and scary, but If such a god with ten thousand rages appeared alive in front of him...

The surroundings of Lianhua Lake fell into a frozen silence, and the atmosphere was as tense as a string stretched to the extreme.

But in front of this creepy giant King Ming, Di Ting's fluffy tail shook involuntarily.

For the first time in 3 years, the humanoid girl stood up from the green-leaf lotus flower. She tried her best to tiptoe her numb toes, and the lake-like brilliance flowed under her slender eyelashes. Leaving no traces in her eyes, those pair of light-colored pupils are still like mirrors dripping with moonlight, silently reflecting the ferocious shadow of the other party.

With endless patience and admiration, she never backed down or humbled, she only bloomed a clean and hot flower from her heart, then pinched the flower, and delivered it to the other party firmly.

Di Ting stretched out his hand, and held a finger of the other party's seal with his blood-stained hands.

"...Lanti." She said hoarsely, "Lanti."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has remained silent for ten thousand years. As soon as he left the closed door, he sacrificed an unprecedented wrathful appearance, and appeared in hell with the posture of an incompetent King Ming.

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