People will have an epiphany.
Because of this, there was a saying that one could die in peace if he heard the Dao in the morning.
Far away, Sakyamuni attained the Dharma under the Bodhi tree.
Recently, there was Wang Shouren who looked at bamboos day and night and finally saw the path of a Sage.
Perhaps,
Apart from the mangy-headed monk himself,
Perhaps no one knew what was happening before their eyes.
Was it his epiphany, or was it something he had hidden a long time ago?
But it had to be said,
The mangy-headed monk's vitality was comparable to a cockroach's time and time again, as well as that frightening and annoying willpower.
Zhou Ze, who was standing on the shore,
They were all slightly surprised.
At this very moment.
Zhou Ze suddenly understood.
That was why Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was able to deceive the last Lord of Mount Tai Prefect, and even enter Hell to become the real decision-maker behind the scenes of Hell.
Under the Buddhist Sect,
They were all bald donkeys like the mangy-headed monk.
Was there anything that the Buddhists couldn't do?
Hell.
It wasn't a shame to lose it.
Bai Yingying climbed to the side of the road. She held the railing with one hand and looked at the river.
The Buddhists on the river.
He exuded an aura that made her very uncomfortable.
For a moment,
Bai Yingying was conflicted again.
On one hand, she hoped that the scabby-headed monk could continue to hold on because Bai Yingying knew that this person would not wake up for too long. In order to find something for him to do, she hoped that the scabby-headed monk would continue to be strong so that he would not continue to "Harm" the boss's body.
But on the other hand, after seeing this huge Buddhist shadow, Yingying was a little worried. If the real Buddha was really attracted, wouldn't the boss also die?
The tanned girl raised her head again and again.
He wanted to look at the river.
But she was still locked and unable to move.
I'm so angry.
There was such a wonderful program.
But he couldn't see it!
However, this Buddhist might was many times more vast than before.
She felt it.
At this time,
She could not help but grit her teeth.
Damn monk.
He only knew how to preserve his strength.
Why didn't he use such a big move right from the start?
I'm already in this state, and I've been poisoned.
Do I want you to kill him to vent my anger, or do I want him to kill you to detoxify me?
The tanned girl fell into a dilemma again.
Granny was right.
He was indeed not good at using his brain.
Only suitable for farming.
Zhou Ze stood in place,
His gaze first landed on the scabby-headed monk.
The mangy-headed monk looked haggard.
It wasn't caused by Zhou Ze.
Instead, he sacrificed his own life.
That was what caused this scene.
What was the so-called Void Gate?
Just like the so-called Jianghu.
People often say, "Enter Jianghu, leave Jianghu."
But in Jianghu.
Where exactly was it?
In the same way,
He escaped into the void.
This empty door.
Where was he?
It was the gate of the temple in the mountain.
Or was it the flowing black hair that had been shaved in front of the Buddha?
Right now,
The Void Gate had truly appeared.
And the Buddha.
He stood behind the Void Door.
The mangy-headed monk looked up devoutly.
He was very happy.
Even if he felt like he was about to die, that he was about to run out of energy.
But he was still very happy.
The him today.
It was truly an extraordinary performance.
No,
It was super, super, super, super!
Empty Door.
This Penniless Monk saw an empty door.
Buddha.
This Penniless Monk is about to see Buddha.
Amitabha.
Amitabha!
Buddha.
Exorcise demons!
Buddha.
Help me!
The scabby-headed monk shouted in his heart. He knew that Buddha could definitely hear him because Buddha existed in everyone's heart.
Zhou Ze didn't do anything.
From the moment the scabby-headed monk began to recite the Heart Sutra.
He didn't move.
When the Void Door appeared.
He didn't move.
He didn't plan to move.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the Buddha to come out!
When he was born, there was no Buddha in the world.
When he died, the Buddha didn't grow up.
Now.
The man called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was in charge of hell.
He was in charge of the place where he used to be.
So.
He was curious.
He wanted to see the face of the Buddha!
In the past, he had deliberately avoided it. It could be said that he was struggling at death's door. It could also be said that there was no need to worry about firewood.
However, Zhou Ze never thought that he was afraid, nor would he admit that he was afraid.
And now.
It was the best proof.
He.
Fearless!
"Kacha... Kacha... Kacha... Kacha..."
Behind the golden door, there was a slight sound of friction.
It was like a small animal breaking out of an egg.
The sound of an eggshell cracking.
It heralded the arrival of a new atmosphere.
"Creak... Creak... Creak..."
There was someone.
Behind him.
Pushing the door!
Behind the door.
There was really someone!
Zhou Ze placed his hands behind his back.
He waited quietly.
Inside his body.
The idiot was so anxious that he circled around.
Boss Zhou's consciousness had not woken up yet. He was still asleep.
The previous "heart ache so much that I can't breathe".
It was just an instinct that was still driving even when he was asleep!
Because of this.
When Zhou Ze was planning to play this big game.
He was going to act cool without any scruples.
Even if he didn't care about the consequences of exposing his identity.
No one could stop him!
Ying Ying didn't say that she didn't have any strength now.
Even if she had the strength, her legs went soft under Zhou Ze's glare.
That tanned girl had long been trained by Zhou Ze to be like a pug. Moreover, she was still caught in a dilemma.
Lawyer an was not here either.
The old Daoist was not here either.
Suddenly.
At this moment, Zhou Ze.
He was like a prisoner who had just escaped from a cage.
He was completely unrestrained.
"Disciple respectfully invites the Buddha to descend!"
The mangy-headed monk knelt down.
His originally somewhat plump body, which could be said to have a fat head and big ears, was rapidly shriveling.
In an instant.
It was as if he had aged dozens of years.
His skin was wrinkled.
His eyebrows were old.
But his eyes suddenly became incomparably clear, and he seemed to be exceptionally excited!
In this life, I am blessed to see Buddha's face.
Why would I care about a stinky body?
Looking at the scabby-headed monk's pious appearance,
Zhou Ze's brows slowly furrowed.
In his eyes, the scabby-headed monk was just an ant, but he was undoubtedly an intelligent ant. This could be felt from the short contact.
This ant.
He was much smarter and more hardworking than the lazy ant with the biceps.
But it was precisely such a clever ant.
But he was willing to dedicate himself to the Buddha.
He hated himself.
Yes,
He hated himself.
He could have pretended to be dead to avoid it. Regardless of whether she discovered that he was pretending to be dead or not, he still had a chance of survival.
But he actually took the initiative to stand up.
He stood up again and again.
It was not because he did not care about his life.
Instead, it was his own words, "When I was born, there was no Buddha in the world."
It made him feel that his faith had been blasphemed.
He sighed softly.
Looking at the scabby-headed monk who had been sucked dry,
Zhou Ze did not feel guilty at all.
When,
To tell the truth,
Did he feel guilty?
"Buzz!"
The sound of friction began to intensify.
It was as if there was someone behind the door. His hands were already supporting the door.
He was pushing the door open!
The gap in the door.
It was already revealed.
It was about to be pushed open.
The mighty Sanskrit chanted from inside.
It was as if behind this door.
It was the true Pure Land of Bliss!
The boundless Buddhist dharma rippled.
The refreshing Buddhist voice was chanting.
One flower, one world.
One tree, one bodhi.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
Compared to the kittens and puppies that Zhou Ze had encountered since he woke up, even the Xiezhi from before was just a projection.
The one in front of him.
Was worthy of his true respect!
Zhou Ze still stood there without moving.
But under his feet.
However, a series of illusions appeared.
The ground began to crack.
The earth began to shake.
Layers of magma gushed out from the ground.
This was real.
It was also fake.
Just like the empty door in front of him.
The door was like its name.
Behind the door was empty.
But there was nothing behind the door.
The tanned girl lying on the ground looked at the rolling magma beneath her.
He was scared silly.
Oh my god.
What was going on?
Granny,
It's all my fault.
I planted you too early.
You didn't see this scene.
Look.
This was a real fight between immortals!!!!!
At first, Yingying retreated to avoid the lava, but soon, the lava completely enveloped the ground, and Yingying had nowhere to retreat.
Fortunately..,
The magma did not have any temperature, so it could be said that it was not real.
But it was no different from reality.
Beside zhou ze,
The corpses of countless ferocious demons began to show themselves.
In the river in front of him,
Countless souls of the dead rolled out of it.
They stretched out their hands,
Twisting his broken body,
It was wailing incessantly,
At this scene,
It really subverted one's worldview!
White bones began to pile up behind Zhou Ze.
Countless white bones.
Build a throne that belonged to one person!
Zhou Ze leaned back slightly.
Very naturally, he sat on the bone throne.
Below him.
It was the boiling magma.
Above its head.
It was the blood moon in the sky.
In front of it.
It was the rolling of the Nether River.
This was hell.
And he.
It was Yinggou!
The Netherworld Sea.
The only master!
The clothes on Yinggou's body were also slowly changing.
It gradually faded away.
He revealed his upper body.
The runes on his skin kept flowing.
It seemed to be an ancient memory passed down from ancient times.
There were also those terrifying scars.
They came from the ancient battlefield.
The most glaring scar on his chest.
It was in the outskirts of Zhuolu.
The mark that Chi You left on his body before he died!
"Come... Buddha... I'll be outside the door... waiting for you!"
Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the white bone throne, said.
In an instant.
Magma rose.
The white bones beneath him began to dance crazily.
The countless dead souls in the Nether River roared.
The noise shook the sky!
A majestic pressure shook the sky.
It swept out.
It covered the sky and covered the earth.
The sound of war drums rumbled.
It was like a heavy hammer.
It fiercely smashed into the golden door on the river!
"Creak... Crack!"
The door that had just opened a small crack.
It suddenly stopped.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed.
The scabby-headed monk, who was already as skinny as a bag of bones, tilted his head and looked at the sky.
He was a little surprised.
He was a little dumbfounded.
The door.
Why did it stop?
And at this moment.
A mighty and sonorous voice came from behind the door.
"Amitabha, I came to the wrong door.
I'm sorry.
Sorry. "
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