The young man changed his clothes and did not wear an official robe. Because of his work, it was inconvenient to wear an official robe, and it would not look dignified.
He and Truth Listener lived together in the Hundred Thousand Yin Mountains and did not have many social circles.
In the past, the King of Hell would occasionally come over. In the eyes of the King of Hell, it made no difference whether he wore an official robe or not.
It was just like how ordinary people did not care what the ants under their feet ate for breakfast today.
Therefore, his Underworld Judge robe was basically only worn when he was farming.
He had just returned to the mortal world,
Although he had only been gone for three days,
Although Truth Listener did not ask anything when it saw that he had returned, it did not say anything,
He still understood what Truth Listener meant,
He immediately tidied himself up, carried the bucket and mop, and prepared to scrub Truth Listener.
It was a good habit to love cleanliness, but it was really a little torturous for such a large body to love cleanliness. Fortunately, the young man could withstand the torment.
The young man was already used to this. He was originally a person who was at ease with everything.
Truth Listener could spy on most of the corners of Hell, but it let go of the person beside it that it had been with day and night.
Fate..,
Perhaps sometimes it was just that wonderful.
This could also prove that in this world, there was no true existence that was absolutely omniscient and omnipotent
As powerful as an immortal, he might not have expected that one day, a person known as the Yellow Emperor would cut off his future with a single sword strike.
Habitual technique..,
Habitual rhythm..,
Habitual strength..,
Although Truth Listener did not react..,
It could sense from the gradually accelerating cold wind in the Yin Mountains..,
Truth Listener was in a good mood.
Of course, you could say that you did not monitor the young man. It was Truth Listener's negligence
In fact, it might also be because Truth Listener just wanted to preserve the last bit of beauty around him.
When you can know everything, you will often want to know something.
The young man continued to work,
Suddenly, he heard a red light appear not far away.
The Hundred Thousand Yin Mountains were very far from Mount Tai. The two were not together at all
However, the Hundred Thousand Yin Mountains were very close to Mount Tai because Bodhisattva needed Truth Listener to protect him.
Truth Listener suddenly raised its neck,
For a moment..,
Sand and dust filled the sky,
Perhaps it was because the movements were too big..,
Causing a layer of cliff in front of him to collapse.
The youth sighed helplessly. Half a year ago, he had cultivated a piece of land there and tried to plant some seeds. He was waiting to see the results. Now, it was gone again.
Fortunately, the youth was used to it.
He could not help but look in the direction of Mount Tai together with the Harken's huge crimson eyes.
Truth Listener saw that the Bodhisattva seemed to have the same symptoms again.
The young man was looking at his future Mount Tai manor.
The Harken let out a sigh. It had the best relationship with Bodhisattva.
The youth also let out a sigh in his heart. When would he be able to go to the manor and work hard as a farmer?
However,
Then..,
The Harken's body suddenly trembled again.
Then,
Its huge body soared into the sky.
The earth shook and the mountains shook.
The young man was still standing on the Harken's back as it took off with them.
What followed next was the feeling of passing through the sea of clouds.
Truth Listener's body was huge, but it wasn't slow at all.
In the blink of an eye, the young man saw that his future Mount Tai Manor was already in front of him.
A red light shot out from Truth Listener's eyes and landed on the peak of Mount Tai, turning into a man in a black robe.
The man's face was clear and bright, but he had a solemn aura. He passed through the garden full of flowers and plants and went straight to the entrance of the small temple.
"Buzz!"
Before he could enter the door, a beam of golden light spilled out.
The Harken spread its hands and blocked the layer of golden light.
On top of Mount Tai, his body was shaken by the pressure that had been transferred to him.
"Bodhisattva?"
The Harken shouted into the small temple.
No one responded.
But the Bodhisattva was indeed in the temple.
Ever since the great change in Hell a year ago, when the Nine Attendants came to power, the Bodhisattva had become a little abnormal.
Originally, in the past thousand years, the Bodhisattva had always given people a feeling of calmness.
Whether it was the disappearance of the last generation, the ascension of the Ten Yama Kings, or the replacement of the Nine Attendants.
The Bodhisattva had always been the Bodhisattva.
He had always been able to give people a transcendent pressure, as if everything was under his control.
But in recent years.
There would often be a chaotic aura on the peak of Mount Tai.
It was understandable that ordinary people would occasionally lose control of their Qi or even lose control of their minds when they cultivated.
But how could the Bodhisattva be like this?
The Harken knew very well.
In the entire Hell, he was definitely not the only one who sensed this.
At the very least, the nine eunuchs who had a good relationship with him must have sensed it. After all, as long as one sensed it, the other eight would definitely be notified.
Sometimes, the situation could be very indifferent, but sometimes, it could be very serious.
The Harken did not dare to let his guard down.
One had to know that when the last generation was in power, although he was very frivolous and had always been very indifferent to government affairs.
However, the foundation of Mount Tai and the rule of Hell did not feel like the sun was setting in the west at that time. The system established by the first generation had been operating steadily.
And the last generation himself was not as inexperienced as the rumors said. A prodigal son.
In fact.
The Harken remembered that when it first saw the last generation as an ordinary Bodhisattva,
The last generation ran over with a smile and touched its head.
It immediately felt as if it was being stared at by a terrifying consciousness.
It was an extremely sensitive existence, and it believed that its senses at that time could not have been wrong.
Therefore, the lineage of the Lord of Mount Tai, which was not considered "bad" in terms of individual strength or the entire system, suddenly collapsed in that era!
The disappearance of the last generation, the rise of the Yama, and the establishment of the Netherworld. Everything was unexpected.
Therefore, at this time, the Harken did not dare to slack off.
When the Yama were still around, it did not matter even if there were some who were restless, because most of them were well-behaved.
However, these nine eunuchs were different. If Yama was the dog raised by the Bodhisattva, then the nine attendants were the wolves summoned by the Bodhisattva. They could bite others, or they could bite themselves.
No one could guarantee that if they confirmed that there was a problem with the Bodhisattva, they would continue to be indifferent and do nothing.
"Bodhisattva?"
The Harken shouted again.
In the past thousand years, he had rarely spoken to the Bodhisattva in such a normal way.
Previously, this happened once every two months, but this month, it was already the fourth time.
There were indeed some special places in hell that the Harken could not monitor. The palace of the former master of the Netherworld Sea, where King Pingdeng had fallen, was one of them. And the small temple on the top of Mount Tai was also a place that he could not monitor.
Finally, the Harken mustered up his courage and walked into the small temple.
On the offering table,
There was a pool of mud.
One year ago,
After the great change in the underworld, the next day, the Bodhisattva took the mud from the deepest part of the Underworld River and put it on his offering table.
The Bodhisattva said,
Soon,
The mud would become what he wanted to kneel and worship in his heart.
But a year had passed,
The mud,
It seemed to be still mud.
The Harken's gaze swept inside. He saw the familiar figure kneeling on the futon behind the offering table.
The Bodhisattva's hands were in place,
His body was surrounded by the halo of great mercy and compassion,
There seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
But when the Harken walked over,
The figure of the Bodhisattva, who was kneeling on the futon, suddenly twisted.
"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha …"
"If hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha; if hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha; if hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha …"
"Buddha is merciful, Buddha is merciful, Buddha is merciful, Buddha is merciful …"
Chants of scripture incantations, chants of grand aspirations.
It began to distort and reverberate in the small temple.
… …
"Roar!!!!"
The young man found that the Harken under him began to twist and roar in pain, as if it was suffering from extremely terrible pain.
The young man was stunned,
There was a look of concern on his face, but there was a burst of excitement in his heart,
How long had it been since he came back,
The Harken was about to die,
Something was going to happen to the Bodhisattva,
The Mount Tai below,
Was going to be farmed for me?
\\ (≧ ▽ ́)/
… …
In the Harken's line of sight,
The Bodhisattva began to twist,
At the same time,
The Harken also knew,
That it was twisted together,
And himself.
This kind of tearing force that came from the soul, from the consciousness,
Was ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than the pain that the physical body could bring!
The Harken forcefully stabilized his mind and shouted over and over again,
"Bodhisattva?
Bodhisattva?
Bodhisattva? "
Suddenly,
A masked face appeared in front of him.
Even the Harken was so scared that his mind instantly fell into a daze.
The mask began to twist,
The lips on the mask melted,
He was trembling,
He was trembling,
He was speaking over and over again.
The Bodhisattva's body was being stretched, and his face was also being stretched.
The Harken wanted to leave this place,
Because he realized that even with his soul and body, if he was trapped in this terrifying vortex of consciousness, there was a high chance that he would die!
However..,
When the Harken stumbled to the entrance of the temple,
The Bodhisattva's face suddenly fell from above,
The eyes under the mask were completely cold, but they were soon filled with the brilliance of a crazed demon.
"If hell is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha; if hell is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha..."
"Ahhhh!!!!"
The Harken covered its head and knelt down,
Above,
The Harken's huge body was also wailing in pain. A layer of blood mist appeared in the sky.
The Harken stumbled back. He bumped into the offering table. Suddenly, he turned around and looked at the offering table behind him,
He discovered that the mud that was originally placed there..,
Had turned into a Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged,
The face of the Bodhisattva mask..,
Actually revealed a strange smile,
"Tell me, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
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