The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

The air is filled with the stench of burning sulfur. The gray-white smoke makes people's eyes sore and unbearable. Huge bubbles appear from time to time on the blood-red, steaming and rolling lava lake. The anger and stagnation from the deepest part of hell are constantly floating up. Unscrupulously exploded on the surface of the lake.The edge of the blood pool made of basalt was overflowing with overflowing lava, black and red, like a huge piebald python with cracked skin, slowly crawling around, swallowing everything within reach.

Yang Jian floated in the air, coldly watching the groups of dead souls walking towards their final cage.These are the deadliest souls with the most sins. After the trials of the nine temples and the seventeen floors of hell, they were finally distributed to the blood pool, ready to use their broken flesh and blood to receive the cruelest punishment in the Three Realms until they were old.

When Chen Xiang made a big fuss in the underworld, he only had time to smash the small hell attached to the front halls, but never went deep into the pool of blood.Yang Jian couldn't imagine that if the evil spirits here were released, it would cause huge waves in the Three Realms. In other words, if all the evil spirits soaked in the blood pool escaped, it is unknown whether the Three Realms and Kyushu can still exist. .

"Crack!" A huge bubble was thrown up by the iron-black waves, and it burst not far from Yang Jian's body. The blood-like lava foam rushed towards the face with a stench, and was blocked by Yang Jian's protective light, splashing Then spread out.Xiansheng Zhenjun slowly lowered the cloud head, landed on the bank of the blood pool, and walked towards a low thatched hut in the corner.

The air outside was sizzling with lava, but inside the hut was as cool as an early spring morning.An old monk with a thin beard sat on a couch made of charred wood. He was dry, black and thin, as if he had been air-dried. When he saw Yang Jian enter the door, he opened his eyes slightly and said, "Here we come." Huang Feihu, the King of Mount Tai who was sitting on top, got up quickly and said with a smile, "True Monarch, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yang Jian nodded at him, then turned around and slapped Ksitigarbha King, "Bodhisattva, you and I sealed the scorpion under the blood pool yesterday, why is the blood pool still surging today?" Ksitigarbha's expression was blank Looking at the expression, the crystal clear eyes flowed under the eyelids, staring at the sage and true monarch in front of him, and sighed softly: "The monsters have already subdued the law, but the inner demons of the true monarch are still there, so what can I do?"

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, his fists in his sleeves were clenched quietly, but he said calmly: "The Bodhisattva is joking, why did Yang have any demons?"

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva laughed and said, "You can't cultivate the thinking of impermanence and cut off all knots. Even if you set fire to a prairie fire, your heart will grow like weeds, and you can't get rid of them. How can you not be a demon?"

Yang Jian giggled and said, "Bodhisattva, what I see at the moment is not the same, but it is not the Tathagata in front of me. You Buddhists say that "the Dharma should be given up", let alone illegal?" The knife stabbed at the old monk!Unexpectedly, with one move, the thatched hut, Ksitigarbha King and Taishan King turned into monstrous flames with a "bang", and burned them up in no time, leaving only Yang Jian standing in the middle of the blood pool with his feet soaked in the hot lava , Even the silver armor of the knee pads couldn't hold it up, and the pieces turned into molten iron.

He felt his whole body was burning hot, and his mouth was parched from the red fire. When he looked up, he saw a graceful figure standing on the bank of the pool of blood, waving his sleeves towards the sky, and a cool drizzle fell down. Yang Jian felt as if he was bathed in sweet rain, and he immediately relieved his heat. Just as he wanted to thank him, he saw a huge animal horn slowly rising from the lava lake, and the remaining broken horn was still covered with black fragments. The lantern-like eyes were red and bloody, staring at Yang Jian.

That Jiao Jiao is not dead yet!Yang Jian subconsciously touched the knife, but found that the three-pointed double-edged knife was not in his hand. When he lowered his head, he only heard the wind in his ears, and the monster's blood-stained giant claws had already swept across his cheeks.Yang Jian dodged to avoid the blow, and Jiao's tail had already been swept away. Yang Jian couldn't dodge it in time, and he was hit in the back of his heart. It instantly turned into white smoke.

Seeing that he was injured, the monster rushed over with a grinning grin, opened its bloody mouth and bit it. Yang Jian's feet were wrapped in sticky lava, and he couldn't move for half a minute. Jiao Jiao swung her left eye vigorously, but unexpectedly, a person flew by in front of her, bumping into Qiao Jiao's ear, pushing the monster's huge head away a few feet, but the man couldn't control his figure, "Plop!" "He fell heavily into the pool of blood, and as soon as he touched the surface of the lake, he was instantly burned by lava.

"Cunxin!" Yang Jian's chest seemed to be hit hard by a boulder. The slender figure and the screams were clearly hers, but he couldn't pull his feet out at all, so he could only watch the lava flying in all directions. , Step by step towards the seriously injured Dragon Girl.When the monster approached, it didn't open its mouth, it only raised its front paws high, and grabbed Cun Xin's chest hard...

Yang Jian sat up with a "huh", his middle clothes were soaked through, and thin beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and dripped lightly on his shoulders.The windows in the room are bright and clean, it is still the scene of late winter, but it turned out to be a dream just now.

Yesterday sent Cun Xin back to Taishan King, Yang Jian went back to the Zhenjun Temple in the 33rd Heaven, saying that he was explaining official duties, but actually he didn't want Cun Xin to know that he was injured.The Jiaojiao in the dream had been pushed into the depths of the pool of blood by Yang Jian yesterday, and was blessed by the seal of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. At this moment, he was being burned by flames at the bottom of the lava lake. How could he still hurt Cunxin?

Yang Jian put on his clothes to stay on the bed, and when he took off his shoes, he suddenly found that his chest was wet, and the dark red blood was condensed into a pool on the snow-white shirt. It was obvious that he had just spit out another mouthful of blood in his dream—fortunately, Cun Xin was not there.Yang Jian pinched his fingers, changed all the clothes and blood-stained sheets on his body, and picked out a black robe of silk and brocade with tufted flowers to put on, and just took the ink fan and went out.

He rushed to the underworld in a hurry, but Cun Xin was nowhere to be seen. When he hurriedly asked someone to ask, the servant couldn't explain clearly. He only said that the third princess was dragged by Miss Luqi to talk when she came back yesterday, and she came out and turned to Mr. Yu's room , but after staying for a while, he left crying!Yang Jian became more and more busy, he couldn't find Cun Xin in the next place, he just didn't know where she went last night, so she hadn't come back yet, luckily the jade pendant on her body hadn't warned the police yet, so he had to go out of the underworld again, silently using his spiritual sense to find her. her trail.

It was the Shangyuan Festival in the world at that time. From day to evening, the street market was full of lanterns, festoons, trees and silver flowers, dragon lanterns and lion dances were in full swing, adults pulled their children, husbands led their wives, and the old and young were bustling with each other, making Wuling City very crowded. .But Yang Jian didn't care about it, he just hurriedly urged Yuntou to fly to another courtyard outside the city.

The courtyard didn't look like anyone had been there before, there was no light at all, it was deserted, and even the sound of firecrackers in the city could be faintly heard in the distance.Yang Jian walked all the way in, until the last small building, but he still didn't see Cun Xin's figure.The upstairs door was ajar, Yang Jian looked at the dark room, hesitated for a moment, and stepped in anyway.As soon as his boots fell to the ground, he heard someone gasp and asked in a trembling voice, "Who?"

Yang Jian's heart fell to the ground immediately, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Cun Xin, it's me."

The dragon girl didn't answer, Yang Jian lifted the curtain and went in to look, but couldn't find where she was for a moment, and looked again after he settled down, only to find that Cun Xin was wrapped in fox fur, sitting on a chair by the couch with her knees hugged, her head deep buried between his arms.Yang Jian took a deep breath, walked over slowly, sat on the ground beside her, and stretched out his arms to wrap the trembling Cun Xin in his arms.

Cun Xin cried for a while, probably because she was tired, she lightly leaned her head on Yang Jian's shoulder, sobbing, "Lu Qi is dead."