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Chapter 168: Black Buddha Area

After Lu Yue was pulled within the swastika by the big black hand, she suddenly felt dizzy. After her feet landed on the ground, she looked around and saw a golden world, but the golden surface was covered with a layer of black gauze. It's like precious gold wrapped in black cloth, very weird.

After pulling Lu Yue here with his big hand, he didn't know where he went. Looking at the vast and empty land, Lu Yue was very puzzled: What does this soul boy mean? Why did he bring himself here? This place is extremely weird, thousands of miles away. There was not a trace of a human being outside, not even a beast.

Like a headless fly, Lu Yue wandered around, trying to find a way to leave this place. At this moment, Lu Yue suddenly saw a stone tablet standing in front of him.

The stone tablet is simple and simple, as bright as a mirror, with four big characters written on it: "Black Buddha Hell". I don't know what it means. Is it the hell of the Buddha? Lu Yue circled the stone tablet twice and found that there was another line behind the stone tablet. The small characters at the top read: "There is a domain in Buddhism called Shiba, with one layer of tongue pulling, two layers of scissors, three layers of iron trees, four layers of evil mirrors, five layers of steamers, six layers of copper pillars, seven layers of knife mountains, and eight layers of icebergs." , nine layers of oil pans, ten layers of sheep pits, eleven stone presses, twelve mortars, thirteen pools of blood, fourteen unjust deaths, fifteen punishments, sixteen volcanoes, seventeen stone mills, and eighteen saws.

Sure enough, this place is an eighteen-level hell. Everyone knows that Buddhism says there are eighteen levels of hell, so they think there are eighteen levels of hell. Little do they know that these eighteen levels exist in the same space, and are only distinguished according to the length of punishment. It's just an occasion. Now that Lu Yue has been captured by black hands and thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, I wonder what kind of experience he will encounter?

Looking at the back of the stone tablet, Lu Yue's mind couldn't help but think of the scenes shown in each level of hell, tongue pulling, scissors, iron trees...

"Who is right and who is wrong, right and wrong are clear; cause and effect cycle, retribution accumulates; karma and fruit are infinite, evil traces are bottomless; evil fate in the past life, the fruit in this life appears; the sky has eyes, and it is full of rivers; the sea of ​​suffering has its shore, and there is another shore when you turn around; don't think about it Unknown things in this life, cause and effect will naturally recycle." Just when Lu Yue was imagining the scene of the eighteenth level of hell, he thought that monks in red cassocks appeared behind him and chanted Buddhist sutras.

Lu Yue glanced at the monk who appeared behind her in surprise. After feeling that the other party was not hostile, knowing that Qingli's way of heaven was related to the way of heaven of the Buddha, she asked coldly: "It's you who will send me Introducing eighteen levels of hell?”

"Amitabha, the poor monk named Zhituo, how could he bring the donor here for no reason? It must be the disciple of the Black Buddha who opened the door to hell and sealed the donor into hell." Zhituo clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name.

"What does it have to do with it? They are all from your Buddhist sect!"

"Hey! Wouldn't the donor be surprised to see a poor monk in hell?" Zhituo said with a smile.

"Why should you be surprised?" Lu Yue was immediately confused, wondering what Zhituo meant.

"Hell is a place where the most vicious and evil people suffer. Does the donor think that I look like a very vicious and evil person?"

"What does this have to do with it? Aren't you the monk who oversees hell?" Lu Yue was even more confused. What on earth did the Buddha want to tell him?

"Hey! Donor, please come with me and take a look!" After saying that, Zhituo turned around and walked forward. With one step, the figures overlapped, and when they appeared again, they were already a hundred meters away from Lu Yue. Two steps later, Lu Yue The Buddha can no longer be seen, which shows the profound power of Jita.

It turned out to be the Shattering Space Footwork. Presumably, this Zhitao has already passed through the Buddha's calamity and reached the realm of the Heavenly Buddha. No wonder I didn't feel when he was coming! It's just that the Heavenly Buddha is an immortal body, so why didn't he ascend to the heavenly realm?

What? Could it be that there are some secrets in Buddhism?

Just when Lu Yue was stunned, Zhituo turned back again and said apologetically: "Donor, Zhituo was rude just now. He forgot that the benefactor was at the fifth level of Yukong, so he left rashly.

Don’t blame the donor.”

Zhituo looked apologetic, but Lu Yue didn't think so. He thought to himself: Did you do it on purpose? Do you want to show your cultivation in front of me to warn me? Huh, now that the Qingli Buddha Sect is in power, I

Even if he breaks through the sky, he still has to give Dao Zong a quiet place to practice.

Who is Zhituo? He is an old goblin who has been practicing for thousands of years. How could he not understand what Lu Yue was thinking? He sighed, clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, the donor has misunderstood Zhituo. This poor monk has no intention of showing off."

, Hey, just follow me in and take a look, maybe you can understand my difficulties."

After saying that, Zhituo stopped talking and turned around to lead the way. The two of them walked forward in silence, one behind the other.

After walking for about an hour, Lu Yue saw a small village in the distance ahead. It did not have the ferocious image of hell as imagined, but instead it was full of a comfortable atmosphere. In the middle of the village, a spire was looming. Lu Yue seemed to feel it.

Confused, Zhita said: "The minaret that the donor saw is the resting place of our Buddhist sect for those who have not survived the Buddha's calamity.

After hearing this, Lu Yue nodded, remembering that there was indeed such a record in an ancient book that she had read. According to legend, in the most ancient period, the pagoda was the place where Buddhist relics were held and worshiped by thousands of Buddhas. It was only later that it was

People changed to tall buildings and lived in them by the monks who obtained them.

After walking into the village, Lu Yue realized what it meant to be dilapidated. It was like entering a refugee camp. Lu Yue sighed at the scene in front of her. How could this Buddhist monk return to the primitive society as he practiced more?

Four crooked wooden sticks supported a pile of thatch, which was a residence. This was the first time Lu Yue had seen such a simple house.

The hut is not big and can accommodate a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating. Looking around, under almost every hut there is a Buddhist monk motionless with his eyes closed and breathing. Some monks are so skinny that they are dying.

Some monks have ruddy complexions and strong vitality. However, there are very few such monks among the crowd. Almost all the monks look like dying old people.

"This...could it be..."

Zhituo nodded with a dull expression and said: "They are all going through the Buddha's kalpa, but... ah! You have also seen that it would be great if one of the tens of thousands of Buddhist cultivators can survive the Buddha's kalpa. For thousands of years,

, I was the only one awake."

At this moment, a Buddhist cultivator next to Lu Yue suddenly fell to the ground, and his thatched hut was also knocked upside down.

When Zhita saw a Buddhist cultivator who had not been able to survive the Buddha's calamity, he sighed, walked up to the deceased, clasped his hands together, and recited sutras for salvation.

Obscure scriptures floated out of Zhituo's mouth, turning into balls of golden flames to wrap up the sitting monk. After a while, the golden flames burned fiercely, turning the monk into ashes, leaving only a crystal clear relic.

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Opening his eyes, Zhituo seemed to have suddenly become much older. He held up the relics tremblingly and murmured to himself: "Another senior brother has passed away. This is already the 5461st one."

Walk leisurely to the spire in the center, open a small door and window, and send the relic into the spire.

"Donor, can you see it?" Zhituo's eyes were blank, as if they had no focus, looking at the skinny Buddhist cultivators beside him.

"What's going on? Isn't the current way of heaven the way of heaven of your Buddhist sect? Has this day been changed again unknowingly?" Lu Yue asked doubtfully.

"The donor actually knows where the Heavenly Dao is, so he must be an extraordinary person. This secret has been suppressed in Qingli for thousands of years, and it was not known by some cultivators until a thousand years ago. What's the point of just knowing it? The power of the Heavenly Dao is boundless, who has it?

Able to go against the will of heaven!"

"What does this have to do with you?" Lu Yue still didn't understand what Zhituo meant: "What happened a thousand years ago?"

"Hey! I don't know what happened thousands of years ago. At that time, I was still a young boy in the early stage of Buddha's light. It was only after I entered the realm of the Buddha that I realized that the way of heaven is not what it used to be. The way of heaven is

Our Buddhist sect's way of heaven is good, but now he has become a black Buddha, and he is a mortal enemy of my golden Buddha!" ​​Zhitao seemed to resent the black Buddha very much. When the word black Buddha was mentioned, a chill flashed in his eyes.

Mang.

"Black Buddha?"

"Yes, there are also good and evil in Buddhism. The good sect is the Golden Buddha, who saves all living beings, punishes evil and promotes good. But the black Buddha is different. They have strong bodies and unpredictable magic power, but they go their own way and are not influenced by Buddhism.

Accepted it. Then he broke away from the Buddhist sect and formed his own sect called Black Buddha."

"Is it possible that the difficulty in surviving the Buddha's calamity is related to the Black Buddha?" Lu Yue asked doubtfully.

"Of course, when the Black Buddha is in power, who in the world can understand the laws of heaven. Just like your Taoist sect, we, the Golden Buddha, are also unable to understand the way of the Black Buddha. We can only fumble around to find our own true meaning." Zhituo looked at him.

Said embarrassingly.

"Then how did you survive the Buddha's calamity?"

"Hey, I..., if my master had not given me a relic of the Heavenly Buddha, how could I have understood the way of the Golden Buddha!" ​​Zhidao's expression was gloomy, as if he was very sorry for the death of the Heavenly Buddha. Notes

The Heavenly Buddha is an immortal body. Unless he encounters a deadly enemy whose cultivation is higher than his own, he will fight desperately until his body dies and his path disappears.

"Then why are you in hell?"

"It's a long story!" Zhi Tuo seemed to be lost in memories and told the story of what had happened in a calm tone.

"Thousands of years ago, for some unknown reason, there were suddenly more than a dozen cultivators in the Heavenly Buddha realm on the Black Buddha side. After their success, their strength increased greatly, and they began to peek into the hell of the Red Buddha. Finally, in the whole area,

An unprecedented battle broke out in southern Xinjiang. The brutality of that battle could not be imagined

It is unimaginable that almost all the Heavenly Buddha cultivators in the Red Buddha were completely destroyed. The Lawless Cult Master with the highest cultivation level in the Black Buddha thought that the Red Buddha and the Black Buddha came from the same origin, so he did not massacre all the Red Buddha cultivators.

It opens the gates of hell and banishes us here, leaving us to fend for ourselves."

"After arriving in hell, we realized that hell is not what the Buddhist scriptures spread, full of cruel scenes, but an environment where we can survive in the eighteenth layer. So we established a hell here.

The small village provides a resting place for the Red Buddhas who follow. Just now that you entered suddenly, I thought you were also a Red Buddha who was expelled."

"It's just that for thousands of years, I am the only one among the Red Buddhas to break through the Buddha's calamity and achieve the immortal body of the Heavenly Buddha. So what? Outside of hell, there must be no less than a hundred Heavenly Buddhas among the Black Buddhas. Such a huge disparity in strength.

Under this situation, the Red Buddha will only become more and more in decline."

Zhi Tuo was deeply immersed in his memories, with pain on his face. While lamenting the worrying situation of the Red Buddha, he also criticized the Black Buddha's tyrannical behavior with deep hatred.