Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

Ji Heng's expression froze. He did not expect that Ji Heng, who was always known to be the best at point-by-point arguments, could actually say such a thing.

He closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about what his sage master meant.

‘Ksitigarbha, this journey is only for merit. ’

The words of introduction echoed in his heart, and he was thinking about its profound meaning.

What exactly does the saintly master mean?

'Only seeking merit...Master seems to know that there will be Ji Heng's obstruction, so he took a step back when seeking both incense and merit. He only seeks merit, not incense...'

‘How to obtain this merit? ’

This is the answer Jizo wants to know most now.

"What advice does Zhenjun have?" Ksitigarbha collected his thoughts, smiled at Ji Heng and asked:

"When the True Lord appears here, he must have 'arranged' Pindao in his heart, right?"

Ksitigarbha's words have also changed. He no longer calls him a Taoist friend, but calls him a true king.

"Senior brother! No!" An old Taoist said loudly:

"Don't fall for Ji Heng's trick. Who in the whole world doesn't know that he is the best at arranging things? He is exactly the same as Fuxi in Heaven! If you fall into his trap, it will be over!"

Ji Heng smiled and said nothing, just looked at Ksitigarbha quietly.

Ksitigarbha immediately felt great psychological pressure. In terms of calculations, he was definitely far inferior to him...

"Well, since Zhenjun didn't say anything, I guess it's because I haven't gotten to the point yet." Jizo shook his head and chuckled:

"Then I would like to ask the True Lord to clarify my doubts. Why did we, the Westerners, destroy the foundation of the ancient world?"

"Fellow Taoist, what you are asking is not very valuable." Ji Heng said with a smile:

"No living beings have reincarnated. If they enter the west of you, how can the creatures from the ancient world reincarnate? What are you doing if you aren't cutting off the foundation of the ancient world?"

"Of course, since I appear here, it means that you can't enter the next road, just like..."

Ji Heng said, suddenly laughed, and his voice became a little softer:

"Just as I can represent the human race, can Fellow Taoist represent the West? Fellow Daoist, listen to others and eat enough and go back. I'll say it again."

"We won't retreat!" An old Taoist jumped out:

"So what if you can represent the human race? Can you represent the saints? We are the direct descendants of the saints! There are two saints in the West!

Leaving aside the discussion of saints and teachers, just talking about today, Taoist friends are living in a dream! We are both Da Luo, but there are more than ten of them. Do you think that your wild way is better than the saint's personal teaching? "

"Is this fellow Taoist going to take action?" Ji Heng blinked and said with a puzzled look on his face:

"Fellow Ksitigarbha, are you disciples from the West like this? Can a brain of this level be passed down by a saint?"

The cross veins on Ksitigarbha's forehead popped out. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Is this how you practice with Uncle Zhunti? Do you only gain magic power but not knowledge? Are you still thinking of taking action in the land of reincarnation? Can you afford it?"

As he spoke, Ksitigarbha bowed and pushed the man out from the air:

"True Lord, this is a young man who confuses the public with his monstrous words. He is not worthy of my true Western heritage. Uncle Zhunti is soft-hearted. This thief must have deceived Uncle Zhunti."

The old Taoist's expression froze and he said loudly: "Senior brother, you!"

"What are you?" Ksitigarbha's eyes turned cold:

"You are not my Western disciple, so don't call Pindao your senior brother."

Ksitigarbha has already scolded these pig teammates in his heart. If he takes action in front of Samsara, he may not be worried about his long life. Daluo's battle and the careless aftermath are enough to kill many dead souls. Who wants to bear this karma?

Another thing... Even if they take action, except for themselves, they are probably all the ones who will be killed instantly. So what about Da Luo, Ji Zang has seen with his own eyes the scene of Ji Heng killing the quasi-sage!

During the Jinxian period, he participated in the Dongwanggong Rebellion. Taiyi Jinxian and the Four Friends of Kunlun killed Styx. During the Daluo Jinxian period, he jumped up and killed Quasi Saint.

With this terrifying record, killing a few Daluo Jinxian who relied on their merit pools and relics was just like chopping melons and vegetables!

"Ksitigarbha Tao is friendly and courageous." Ji Heng applauded:

"My advice to you is a bit out of the question. It's just my own suggestion."

Ji Heng spoke slowly:

"I have no hostile views towards the West. I also admire the two saints from the West. As a side note, when I first started practicing spiritual practice, I always used these two saints as my role models.

I wonder how many people in the prehistoric times can be like the two Western saints, who have worked hard for the West all their lives, and even if they become saints, they can give up everything for the sake of the West.

I think there are not many people who can do this. The appearance of a saint is often more important than his strength. For this reason alone, I admire the saint Zhunti immensely. "

What Ji Heng said is true. The two Western saints have always done this. They are indeed very awesome. Morality aside, they are still worthy of admiration.

As soon as these words came out, Zhunti on the Western Lingshan Mountain burst into tears.

There were not many people in the ancient world who could understand his thoughts. If Ji Heng hadn't been too close to Daomen, he would have wanted to bring him back to replace Maitreya.

"Junior brother..." The corners of Jieyin's mouth twitched slightly:

"He seemed to be scolding you."

"How can I not know if he is scolding me?" Zhunti shook his head and sighed:

"Even if he scolds me, I hope all sentient beings in the world will scold me like this. They only see my evil deeds, but not my contribution to the West."

Jie Yin closed his eyes, Junior Brother Ma De** could not be saved.

Ji Heng looked at Ksitigarbha, pondered for a moment, and then smiled broadly:

"If your Taoist friends have the West in their hearts and all sentient beings in the ancient world, I can only recommend one method."

"True Lord, please speak."

Ksitigarbha's expression was very serious.

"You can sit in the underworld, redeem the sins of evil spirits, and then send them to reincarnation. The West can gain your merits, and all living beings can reincarnate. Wouldn't it be wonderful?" Ji Heng suddenly became serious:

"Although this method can relieve the pressure of the eighteen levels of hell, benefit the West, and allow all sentient beings to return to normal,...all the consequences must be borne by fellow Taoists."

"Hahahaha." Ksitigarbha looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Zhenjun hit the nail on the head, what a great idea!"

"I will bear all the karma." Ksitigarbha got off Titing's body, clasped his hands in front of Ji Heng, and bowed respectfully:

"Thank you, True Lord, for your guidance. This is exactly the way of Ksitigarbha!"

Ji Heng's eyes were filled with admiration.

Ksitigarbha is a Ksitigarbha who cares about the common people. This is the reason why he can truly practice Western methods. In his concept, maybe... evil creatures are also qualified to educate. No wonder... the two sages of the West asked him to come Hell.

The consequences he will bear... are serious.

All the sins of all sentient beings will be placed on him. Although the situation in today's prehistoric times has improved, with humans ruling the world and saints ruling the world, the number of evildoers in the prehistoric times has been greatly reduced.

However, there are so many creatures in the ancient world.

Ksitigarbha is willing to bear the sins of evildoers, just to implement the 'Tao' in his heart, and also for the sake of his disciples...

But after that, Ksitigarbha no longer belonged to the West...