In the spring of the fourth year of the Qing calendar,
In the world of the living,
A man named Teng Zijing went to guard Baling County
In the second year, he would have nothing to do and would rebuild Yueyang Tower,
In the third year, Fan Zhongyan, who had just been banished to Dengzhou, wrote "The Story of Yueyang Tower."
It was in this year, 1044 AD (the fourth year of the Qing calendar).
The Buddhist gate opened,
A Bodhisattva sat on a huge ferocious beast and came to hell.
On this day,
The tens of thousands of ghosts in hell raised their heads together and saw the scene of the ferocious beast covering the sky and the sun
On this day,
The officials under the official monarch system used this scene as a topic of conversation after tea. They did not have the slightest premonition that the official monarch system, which had been operating for thousands of years, would be overturned because of the arrival of this Bodhisattva.
And the truth listener, which they called "Silly Big Guy," would become the ear that monitored their every move for the next thousand years, bringing with it an extremely oppressive terror.
On this day,
A purple-ribbon judge named Li had just killed a Ghost King who had secretly cultivated in a small hell. He was sitting in front of the Ghost King's corpse with his robes. He used the remaining resentment on its body as a bonfire and sang to his heart's content.
On this day,
A man named Dong, who was a branch of the official monarch, was leading a group of subordinates to the area where the accident happened on the Road of the Yellow Springs, chasing after a group of evil spirits who were trying to create chaos and return to the world.
On this day, if one did not look at the future development, it would only be an ordinary day
But looking at the development before and after..,
On this day..,
It was actually a day when hell really changed.
On the peak of Mount Tai, there was a palace, if it could still be called a palace.
The walls of the palace were like a courtyard,
In a large hall,
In a dormitory,
In a large courtyard with only a stone table and a stone stool.
A man in white yawned as he reached out to rub the hair of the monkey beside him,
On his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, his nose, and his gaze, were written full of "Boring" and "Boring".
Sometimes..,
The starting point of life was too high,
It was also not very good.
Once he was born, he had everything that he should have.
Life had lost the meaning of struggle from the beginning
After all, his ancestor was too powerful. He single-handedly defeated all the thorns in Hell. He did not even leave a few for his descendants to train with.
The previous few Abyssal Prefects might not have been immeasurably virtuous, but they could still be considered to have been conscientious and conscientious. When it came time for Qin Ye to take over his position, he had nothing else to do other than find a monkey to smack him with.
In fact, a few hundred years later, there would be someone called Little Hong Zi who would have a similar feeling as him.
However, Hongzi focused all his energy on sleeping with women and his harem. He made an undeniable contribution to the development of the TV series industry and the cultural industry in the future.
The shadow came.
The white-robed man raised his head and looked towards the western sky.
He sighed with emotion,
"So big."
The monkey beside him immediately raised its head, revealing an indignant expression. It was about to reveal its true form and fight against that person.
The man in white patted Monkey's head.
He said perfunctorily,
"Yours is the biggest, yours is the biggest."
Monkey smiled happily.
The man in white rolled his eyes.
Ever since he chose it,
He was prone to self-doubt at intervals.
Why did I choose this idiot to stay by my side?
Was it to show off my cleverness?
No.
I'm definitely not that shallow!
Truth Listener flew directly to the peak of Mount Tai. Bodhisattva Buddha's light shone brightly on its body.
The man in white reached out and dug his ear.
He got up.
He stretched his body.
In an instant.
From Mount Tai.
The wind and rain moved.
The majestic aura seemed to have squeezed the sky to the point that water was flowing out.
At this moment, the majestic Di Ting was like a small boat in the sea, rippling and rocking.
The Bodhisattva stood up and landed on Truth Listener.
It was as if a Saint was stepping on the raging waves, walking from one shore to another.
Truth Listener began to shrink its body and transformed into the image of a young man. He was dressed in a black robe, and his face still had the childishness and arrogance that had yet to fade.
The Bodhisattva came down. Truth Listener came down with the Bodhisattva.
The man in white sat down on the stone stool.
When the Bodhisattva and Truth Listener landed in the small courtyard.
The man in white pointed around.
He said warmly and warmly,
"Sit."
However, there was only one stone table and one stone stool in this courtyard.
To the Prefect …
In the entire Hell, there were almost no people who could be on equal footing with him. If there were, they would be eliminated immediately.
Therefore, it was enough to leave a stone stool in this courtyard. When others came, they just had to kneel.
The Bodhisattva did not feel that he had been slighted.
He naturally sat down cross-legged in front of the stone table.
Truth Listener, who was behind him, glanced at the monkey beside the man in white unhappily and sat down cross-legged with the Bodhisattva.
"I'm here."
The Bodhisattva said.
At the same time …
He lowered his head.
With some respect …
He said in a deep voice,
"Ksitigarbha greets the Prefect."
The man in white glanced at the master and servant who were meditating on the ground.
He said,
"The Buddhists have always talked about reincarnation. A few years ago, I heard that you guys tried to create your own three thousand small worlds. You guys wanted to create your own reincarnation, but there seemed to be no news.
I know that you guys have always been eyeing Hell and want to take Hell into your hands. But I'm curious. When the Prefect was here, you guys didn't do anything.
Why did you guys come to me?
You guys actually sent someone.
Moreover …
The Buddha didn't come.
It was actually a Bodhisattva. "
The Bodhisattva's masked face could not be seen clearly. Facing the obviously provocative question of the man in white,
He just calmly replied, "That's right.
"The Buddha is the Buddha, and I am me. The Buddha has his own business, and I have my own business."
"Don't you want to become a Buddha?"
"After becoming a Buddha, I'm still me, and the Buddha is still the Buddha. Becoming a Buddha is just a stage, not the end."
"You're quite interesting."
The man in white stood up and walked to the Bodhisattva.
Truth Listener opened its eyes and stared at the man in white with great vigilance.
The man in white suddenly reached out,
Just like how he had just touched his own monkey.
He touched Truth Listener's head.
Truth Listener was stunned for a moment before it flew into a rage out of humiliation. However, in the next moment, a terrifying consciousness instantly crushed all his anger and courage.
Meow …
The man in white looked at the Bodhisattva as he continued to touch Truth Listener's head.
"No wonder you were sent here. The past rulers have not had a good temper. Those True Buddhas did not dare to come themselves and specially sent you to your death. It seems that you didn't do well there?
However, I can tell that you probably don't think highly of them, right? "
The Bodhisattva was silent.
The man in white shook his head in dissatisfaction and said, "Didn't you come here to talk?"
The Bodhisattva nodded and replied, "I was just thinking about what to say."
"Do you still need to think about it?"
"You have to think carefully."
"Am I that difficult to talk to?"
"It's easy to talk to you, but it's very difficult to convince you."
The man in white waved his finger and the stone bench split into two. He pointed to the other side and said, "Sit down and talk properly.
"Sit down and tell me. Actually, I'm quite a prodigal, really."
… …
No one knew exactly what the Bodhisattva and the Lord had said in those days, but they had talked for forty-nine days in a row.
Originally, they should have finished talking on the forty-seventh day,
But the Lord had forced the Bodhisattva to stay for two more days. The two of them had nothing to talk about, but they still sat face to face and did not speak for two days.
Because Abyssal Prefect felt that it sounded a little more impressive to have a total of forty-nine days.
Regarding the exchange between the Bodhisattva and the Lord..,
The souls of hell came up with a more convincing version based on the development of the events that followed.
For example..,
After the conversation ended..,
The Bodhisattva walked out of the courtyard,
Standing beside the stone lion at the door..,
He made a great wish:
"I swear not to become a Buddha until hell is empty."
It was as if the person who passed this version was the stone lion.
Then..,
After the conversation ended..,
The Lord sat on the stone stool,
He fell into deep thought,
Finally, he smiled casually,
He said,
"Bodhisattva is right."
The person who passed this version seemed to be the stone stool, sticking close to the Lord's buttocks, so he heard everything.
And in fact..,
After the conversation ended..,
The Bodhisattva sat on Truth Listener's body and chose to leave.
Truth Listener asked the Bodhisattva,
"Are you done?"
The Bodhisattva shook his head,
"Maybe it's healed, maybe it's not.
"Will we come back?"
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't."
"This courtyard feels a little small," Truth Listener said.
"I still think it's a little big."
This version of the truth definitely could not satisfy the curiosity of the ghosts of Hell. It was not domineering, nor was it exciting. Even if it was true, it would definitely be treated as a fake.
On the other side..,
After the conversation ended, the man in white drank wine while helping his monkey smash and catch the non-existent lice.
After catching it for a long, long time..,
The man in white reached out and knocked the monkey on the head,
He scolded:
"People all know how to ask questions. Who knows, they might accidentally become famous and their famous words will spread,
Why can't you let out a fart here? "
The monkey felt very wronged.
The man in white shook his head and sighed, "Do you know, if Little Red was here, she would have already rushed out and beaten that person's brains out."
The monkey was stunned for a moment,
There was a fierce glint on the horse's face,
He got up,
It was as if he was going to find that Truth Listener to fight one-on-one and see who was the real biggest one.
"Clang!"
The man in white knocked the monkey on the head again,
"He's very smart, so smart that even I find it a little unbelievable."
The monkey held his head in grievance, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head cooperatively.
The man in white looked at the stone stool that had been split into two,
He laughed foolishly,
He said,
"If it weren't for the fact that I was afraid of scaring him, I wouldn't have given half of it out. I'll give you all of this hot potato."
The man in white gulped down another mouthful of wine,
He smacked his lips,
He smiled:
"Let's see who will have the last laugh a thousand years later!"
The man in white lowered his head and looked at the monkey's expression of "Not understanding but Awesome",
He stroked his forehead,
Helpless,
He explained:
"The one who laughs last is the one who laughs the best."
The monkey grinned,
He smiled exaggeratedly.
… …
In the pharmacy next to the study room,
Under the gaze of Qing and boss Zhou,
The old priest, who had been lying there with his eyes wide open in a daze,
Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
He laughed,
Like a retard.
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We were blocked by the system for eight chapters. The dragon and the editor had already modified and released them.
Previously, when he wrote a thousand chapters, some children complained about the dragon: Why didn't the author split the chapters? He had to write more than a thousand chapters. Fortunately, the chapter name did not count as the number of words.
This time, when he modified the blocked chapters, the convenient place came out. He directly typed 67, 127, 234, and so on. It was much more convenient for the dragon and the editor to find and modify them. There was no need to look for them one by one.
This was the dragon deliberately preparing for a rainy day. In terms of experience in this area, the dragon was not bragging..
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