Chapter 357: The Birth of the Underworld

"He is indeed an old friend."

Zhou Yi looked surprised, as Mozi expected.

Then I thought about it, Ananda had lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, during which he fought with the World Honored Taoist Patriarch. It is hard to say that he had not experienced life and death crises.

The Six Soul Flag can destroy the White Lotus Dao Fruit, which is already the supreme killing treasure. The new born Ananda is no longer the original deity.

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Ananda helped poor Dao build the underworld, but before he could enjoy it, he died and Dao disappeared. I will see Ding a few days later and thank him in person."

"Amitabha."

Fa Haikou proclaimed the name of Buddha and said: "The White Lotus Sutra is still circulating. Perhaps we can use his hand to cut off the roots to avoid disasters."

Although the White Lotus Evil Buddha died, the teachings and scriptures he created are still being circulated. Countless believers recite and contribute their vows day and night. Over time, they will condense into incense and evil spirits.

"As it should be."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "Since I enjoy the merits and karma of the White Lotus, my sins should also be inherited. I believe you will be reasonable."

Ananda came back from the dead, even though he was no longer his true self, Zhou Yi was still angry.

Now the top priority is to destroy the demon court. If Ananda can give up the evil sutra and completely break up with Bailian, it is not unacceptable.

Zhou Yi and Fahai discussed the Tao for several days. Each made great progress in Buddhism and Taoism, and witnessed the coming of the day of Taoism.

Zhou Yi took out the ninth grade merit lotus platform and said: "Tomorrow there will be an attack from the demon court. It is not safe to rely only on the World Honored One. This lotus platform is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. I send it to the master as a congratulation!"

Fahai did not refuse, put the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform into his body to nourish it, and said.

"The poor monk attained enlightenment and used the blood of demons and immortals as a sacrifice to spread the power of the Buddha's karma-killing method!"

"Very good!"

Zhouyi is one of the authors of the Sutra on Killing Karma. The more widely the sutra is spread, the more merits and fortunes will be gained.

He claims to be a poor Taoist, but also practices Buddhism and is compatible with Confucianism and Mohism.

…

Early morning on the eighth day of the lunar month.

Many monks without invitations gathered outside Zhanye Temple.

Some are ascending the clouds, some are wielding weapons, or some are hiding in the dark.

Most of the time, friends are invited to avoid meeting enemies and being watched by others.

The monks are not expelled, as long as they are not heretics and evil spirits do not force their way into the temple, and if there are many people watching the ceremony, it can also be used to promote the Buddhist teachings of karma.

A hundred miles away from Zhanye Temple, two figures mingled among the believers.

One of the white-haired, rickety old men coughed violently from time to time, as if he was about to die. He was the Lord of Jizhou, the Demon.

The girl next to her has beautiful features, white teeth and red lips. She holds a string of pale rosary beads in her hand, chanting something like a Buddhist sutra.

"This karma-killing Buddhism, dedicated to preaching the slaying of demons, will inevitably invade Jizhou in the future."

The demon said slowly: "I am old and weak, and I will not be able to take care of these things in the near future. I need Madam Bai to make plans in advance."

Mrs. Bai glanced at Tianmo and guessed how much life this old immortal had left. This was how the Taoist discussion was conducted a hundred years ago.

Originally, he was cultivating quietly in Baigu Ridge, and was invited by the demon to serve as the deputy leader of the Six Paths. As the devil is getting older and has long since stopped doing things, Mrs. Bai actually takes over the power of the leader.

Jizhou's resources are not comparable to Baigu Ridge, let alone the Holy World of Huangquan is comparable to the Blessed Land.

Mrs. Bai agreed without hesitation. After arriving in Jizhou, she vigorously eradicated the old people under the demon's command and placed the disciples of Baiguling in key positions.

The demon has no objection to this, and only asks Madam Bai to protect the inheritance of the Six Paths for the sake of being a demon.

"Since I am the Lord of Jizhou, I will not sit idly by and do nothing!"

"This old man will die without any regrets!"

The demon sighed. In just ten years, the world has changed so fast that even the real demon cannot see the future clearly.

Originally, the Jizhou Demonic Path was in an invasion situation against Daqian. Only one of the six paths, the White Lotus Sect, was able to cause trouble in Daqian. Suddenly, more than one true immortal and true god appeared in Yunzhou one after another.

Instead of continuing to invade, the Six Paths of Demons huddled in Jizhou, not daring to provoke Da Qian.

After the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom was destroyed, the demon was afraid of marching to the north, so he spent a huge price to invite the real demon from the White Bone Ridge, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and could rest in seclusion and practice quietly.

suddenly.

The demon saw large dark clouds floating in the distant sky.

How can dark clouds gather in a place shrouded in Buddhism, with great light and freedom?

Rays of Buddha's light rose into the sky, and the Buddhist monks flew towards the dark clouds. Only when they got closer did they see clearly that they were actually war ships.

There is a formation restricted connection between the buildings and ships, and dozens of them are floating in the sky, enough to cover the sky and the sun.

A large flag was erected on the boat in the middle, making a sound in the wind, with the word "Qian" written on it.

"Amitabha!"

The eminent monk announced the name of the Buddha and said: "It turns out that I am the envoy of Daqian, please follow me!"

The eminent monk guided them from the front, and the building boat was parked ten miles away from the east side of the capital, like a continuous palace floating in the sky, which attracted the envy and sourness of everyone watching the ceremony.

"What can I say? It's a hundred times worse than the one in heaven! How proud you are now, in the future..."

"Be careful what you say!"

Fellow Taoists quickly persuaded them that no matter the Heavenly Demon Court or the Daqian Court, ordinary monks or sects could not provoke them.

The Demon Court was furious, and the Beihai Immortal Sect disappeared.

Da Qian was furious, and the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom was destroyed.

The devil's eyes were shining with aura, and he looked at Du Si and Li Jing who were standing on the bow of the boat. They had extraordinary auras, and if they were destined to be immortals in the future, they might be promoted to immortals and Buddhas.

"Perhaps Daqian is really attracted by luck. Just two messengers have such a phenomenon..."

While the demon was sighing, another change occurred in the world.

boom!

The thunder in the clear sky was deafening.

I saw that the sky kept twisting until a huge crack opened, and in the crack were two giant bronze doors thousands of feet tall.

The giant door slowly opened, and the roar continued.

"The Gate of Hell in the Netherworld? What kind of place is this, or a magical power?"

"Just listening to the name is not the right way!"

"The Yin Qi has almost condensed into substance, and is incompatible with the Buddha's light. He must be here to seek revenge!"

"..."

The appearance of the gate of hell has caused countless discussions, but in a Buddhist country, there must be an Arhat to protect you secretly, so there is no need to run away.

People with advanced spiritual practices don’t like to watch the fun!

The demon had extraordinary insights. He sensed the breath in the cracks in the void and murmured: "It seems to be coming from across the realm. Could it be the ghosts and gods of the underworld?"

"It's not a ghost!"

Mrs. Bai said: "Those old ghosts are full of disgusting incense smell."

Rumble——

The gate of hell has been opened, and a section of the ship's bow protruded from it, with a huge treasure wheel hanging on it, blooming with dazzling spiritual light.

Daqian's war ship is already exquisite and extraordinary, and it is considered a giant one hundred feet long. However, compared with the thousand-foot-tall giant ship, it is like a toy.

After the bow of the ship was exposed, the ship's hull stretched for thousands of feet, majestic like a floating city.

Compared with the giant boat, the capital of the Buddhist Kingdom seems a bit small.

"The King of Wheels?"

Some people recognized the words on the flag of the giant boat, which seemed to be spiritual inscriptions from a very distant era. They were complex and profound. Legend has it that the current formation restrictions evolved from spiritual inscriptions.

Everyone was horrified by the power of the giant boat and speculated on the origin of the Wheel King.

"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddhist chant sounded, followed by golden lotuses falling all over the sky, and a monk was seen ascending to the sky from the Zhanye Temple.

The golden lotus falls on the person and turns into pure Buddha light, calming the mind and calming the mind.

"The poor monk has no precepts, welcome to come from the underworld!"

The Wujie Arhat was level with the giant boat and looked inside the cabin. Countless Yin soldiers and ghosts stood solemnly, and the lowest aura was also a ghost general.

"I am here to observe the ceremony on the orders of the Lord!"

Mozi appeared out of thin air at the bow of the ship. He didn't look like an old farmer before. He changed into a black robe and looked extraordinary.

Yan Chixiao, wearing armor and a fairy sword hanging from his waist, was half a step behind Mozi.

The Wujie Arhat repeatedly confirmed that the old man in black robes in front of him was the one from the legend, and he quickly bowed and saluted.

"I have met my senior! Please come to the temple and rest. Zen Master Fahai will attain enlightenment at noon."

"No."

Mozi glanced down below with an expressionless expression, and stopped for a moment on the Daqianlou boat. Then he disappeared. He was so indifferent to the respectful Arhat Wujie.

The Wujie Arhat didn't care at all, turned to look at Yan Chixiao, clasped his hands and said: "The poor monk has long admired the name of the door god, the Beihai Demon Slayer God, he should be a role model for the human race!"

Yan Chixiao asked: "Dare you ask the master's name?"

"The poor monk's name is Wujie."

"I have admired you for a long time!"

The two of them pretended to be polite, then turned around and went back to their respective homes.

The voice of Wujie Arhat was clearly heard by everyone without deliberately concealing it.

The people who come to the Buddha Realm to watch the ceremony today are from many regions, and can almost be said to include the righteous sects of the human race. After they return, the name of the underworld will be spread throughout the world.

The devil's eyes were dull, staring at the bow of the giant boat, even though there was no one there.

Madam Bai noticed something strange about him and couldn't help but ask: "The Heavenly Demon Palace has a long history. Can fellow Taoists recognize the origin of the King of Wheels?"

"I must have admitted my mistake."

The demon shook his head and said, "How could that person be so inferior to others?"

"Who is it?"

Mrs. Bai's immortal corpse became enlightened, but she did not inherit the memories of her life. Since the immortal Buddha has not appeared in the world in recent years, she does not know much about its secrets.

"An existence similar to the Demon Ancestor cannot be called by his name!"

After saying this, the demon turned into a phantom and left, making up his mind that he would not leave the underworld until his death.

Madam Bai's expression changed slightly. No matter how much she held her own to inherit the mysteries, she still couldn't say she was comparable to the Demon Ancestor. She suddenly regretted leaving the mountain and quickly turned into a light and left.

Baigu Ridge is desolate, but it is better than peace!

…

Big dry ship.

Du Si stood on the bow, looking at the giant ship in the distance.

"The underworld has only been established a few years ago, so why is it so impressive?"

"The methods of immortals and gods cannot be guessed by ordinary people like us."

Li Jing couldn't help but feel excited. In the future, he would become an immortal and would build such a huge boat.

At this time.

There was a burst of noise, and a dozen white-haired old men were seen walking over.

The leader was none other than Mo Yuan, the giant of the Daqian Mohist family. He was holding a wooden statue in his hand and gesticulating excitedly.

Du Si cupped his hands and said, "Master Mo, what happened?"

The Mohist family was not well-known in Daqian, but it was actually very important. They were all used by the imperial court to manufacture weapons, buildings and ships. The tycoon Mo Yuan was granted the title of Grand Master, ranking among the three nobles. In theory, his official position was one level higher than that of Du Si.

"Prime Minister Du, I'm going to see the Patriarch."

Mo Yuan respectfully held the wooden statue and said, "The King of the Underworld is the founder of the Moh family, Saint Mo!"

"Sheng Mo! Are you sure the Grand Master is the one in the book?"

Du Si's eyes were horrified. The scholar recited the sayings of Zi every day. If he really saw "Zi", he would probably be frightened and overwhelmed.

"That's natural. Although I am old, I am not dim-sighted."

Mo Yuan said: "The statue of the ancestor is an inheritance of the Mo family. Only when Mo Sage comes, will it be affected."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan and many Mo family masters were about to turn into escaping light and fly away.

It’s a deal!

Du Si waved his hand to cast a spell, and was immediately restrained by space, stopping Mo Yuan and others.

"Grandmaster Mo, please be patient. The auspicious time is coming. You must not disturb Master Fa Hai's enlightenment. Master Mo is in the underworld. The court has a deal with the underworld. Don't worry about not being able to find him!"

"Besides, it wouldn't be good to disturb Sheng Mo with such an unexpected visit!"

Mo Yuan doesn't care who can prove the truth. As long as he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestral lineage, he will have a great backer. He is not afraid of the Buddha. However, what Du Si said makes sense. To meet the ancestor, one must submit a letter, fast, bathe and prepare gifts.

"What Du Xiang said makes sense!"

Mo Yuan turned around and discussed with many Mo family masters how to meet the ancestor.

Du Si breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called someone to summon the court to discuss countermeasures. If the Mo family disciples left Dagan and returned to the Mo Saint, it would be a huge loss for the court.

Li Jing saw it clearly from the side. After all, he had served as a commander for decades, and transmitted the message.

"Daoyou Du, with your talent and talent, you may be able to become a saint in the future. Now you are trapped in the mundane world, unable to extricate yourself. Isn't it a loss of the greater for the smaller?"

"Of course I understand what the King of Chu said."

Du Si replied in a voice transmission: "I was just a timid scholar back then. It was only when I met Mr. Zhou that I was enlightened. Since then, I can never forget Mr. Zhou's teachings!"

Li Jing asked curiously: "What teachings?"

"To bring peace to the world!"

Du Si's voice was ethereal and extremely firm.

"Compared with this, what is the mere achievement of a saint?"

...

Noon is approaching.

The statue of the Buddha in Zhanye Temple burst into dazzling light.

The Buddha's light descended from the sky, and golden lotus emerged from the ground. Two figures walked out of the statue one after the other.

The monks in the temple saw this, their expressions were crazy, and they kept bowing their heads and shouting.

"Praise the Buddha!"

"Praise the Ancient Buddha of Light!"

-Wait a moment, just refresh it, sorry!

Mo Yuan said: "The statue of the ancestor is a heritage of the Mo family. Only when the Saint Mo comes will it feel the touch."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan and many Mo family masters were about to turn into a flying light and fly away.

It's a deal!

Du Si waved his hand to cast a spell, and was immediately imprisoned by the space, stopping Mo Yuan and others.

"Master Mo, please be patient. The auspicious time is coming. You must not disturb Master Fahai from proving the truth. The Saint Mo is in the underworld. The court has a deal with the underworld. There is no fear of not being able to find him!"

"Besides, it's not good to disturb the Saint Mo so suddenly!"

Mo Yuan didn't care who proved the truth. As long as he recognized his ancestors, he would have a great backer. He was not afraid of the Buddha coming. However, what Du Si said made sense. To meet the ancestor, he must submit a letter to fast, bathe and prepare for the ceremony.

"What Du Xiang said makes sense!"

Mo Yuan turned around and discussed with many Mo family masters how to meet the ancestor.

Du Si breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called someone to summon the court to discuss countermeasures. If the Mohist disciples left Dagan and returned to the Mohist, it would be a huge loss for the court.

Li Jing saw it clearly from the side. After all, he had served as a commander for decades, and said in a voice transmission.

"Daoyou Du, with your talent and talent, you may not be unable to become a sage in the future. Now you are trapped in the mundane world and can't extricate yourself. Isn't it a loss of the big for the small?"

"Of course, Du understands what the King of Chu said."

Du Si replied in a voice transmission: "Back then, Du was just a timid scholar. It was only when I met Mr. Zhou that I was enlightened, so I could never forget Mr. Zhou's teachings!"

Li Jing asked curiously: "What teachings?"

"To bring peace to the world!"

Du Si's voice was ethereal, but also very firm.

"Compared with that, what is the mere achievement of a sage?"