Learn from Fahai: Break the vows and become stronger

The 60th octopus is hooked!!

“Money Taoist, Wrathful Ghost King, Dream Bun Demon King, and an infatuated monk.”

“Miaokong, don’t say it, the names these people have come up with are quite interesting.”

Agarwood carried a small axe, and in front of him were four corpses of different shapes, all brushed and brushed and lying on the ground. The process is simple and these four died peacefully.

Myoko unfolds the Empty Robbery Ember Extinction Realm, just needs to cover the oud with the concept of “emptiness”, and then you can start fighting. In the void and silence vacuum realm, it cannot be said that there is no power to fight back, it can only be said that the process is extremely cruel.

The axe of agarwood is really worthy of being used by Lao Jun to cut the god chai baby, and it is called a smooth one when it chops people.

“Hmm.”

Mioko nodded perfunctorily, he was thinking of something.

The Seven Sins Mansion, headed by the old demon of Montenegro, is extinguished, and it is the kind that is smashed and scattered with souls. But there is another problem, the fake city god is still not found.

Silently kill the true city god, and then arrange means in the city god statue, arbitrarily absorb incense and wish power to exist, not any of the seven ghosts and monsters.

That is to say, the real mastermind behind the scenes has not yet appeared, which may also have something to do with Miaokong killing too quickly.

Moreover, not only did the fake city god have no trace, but the protective umbrella of the Seven Sins Mansion on the side of the prefecture was not found out.

Although Miaokong has some guesses, even if he is a descendant of the Jizo Dharma lineage, it is impossible to deal with a ghost and god of the Jifu just based on suspicion.

The Three Realms are very big and there are many rules, and Miaokong’s strength has not yet reached the point where he can ignore the rules of the Three Realms. So, what should you do in this situation?

Of course, it is to play my Buddhist traditional performing arts.

At this thought, Miaokong looked at the oud and said: “In this matter, you go back to the yang world first, the little monk is going to go under the eighteenth floor of hell and ask for the ancestor of Jizo.”

That’s right, this is Miaokong’s way of coping, I really can’t go to the hell house ghosts and gods just based on suspicion, but my family ancestor can ah, at least in the underworld, the Jizo King Bodhisattva can ignore the rules to some extent.

“Okay, I’ll send my fiancée’s remnant soul back first, and when you finish your own business, remember to come and play with me.”

Agarwood nodded, knowing that Miaokong was going to do the right thing, and was very sensible and did not ask to follow along.

After the two left Montenegro, they parted ways.

Agarwood is sent out of the underground house by Miaokong while he himself walks in the direction of the ghost gate. The unique black gold Buddha light of the Dharma vein of Jizo is on the body, and the wonderful void can be said to be unimpeded in the underworld.

Enter the ghost gate, walk through Huangquan Road, and admire the flowers without leaves, and the leaves do not see the flowers on the other side of the flower sea. Myoko stopped next to the Santu River.

If you want to cross the Santu River, the only way is the Nai He Bridge.

But there are too many ghosts on the bridge, although it is orderly, but they are still swarming together, waiting to drink Meng Po soup. Miaokong hates the most, is to queue, even if he is a raw person, if he wants to cross the bridge, he must queue up, this is the rule. So Miaokong took out the ebony bowl from his arms, and the magic of the town of Jizo was etched on the bowl.

“Go!”

Miaokong urged the bowl Buddha treasure, turned into a square circle, and landed on the Santu River.

With the Jizo Buddha Yuan as the base, this ebony bowl can be temporarily not swallowed by the Santu River. Miaokong sat in a bowl and slowly crossed the Santu River.

Halfway through the line, Mioko suddenly noticed his gaze.

He looked along the source and saw that on the bridge, an incomparably old woman was looking at him squarely. Next to the woman was a large cauldron, tumbling inside as if it would never exhaust Meng Po soup.

“Amitabha.”

Miaokong clasped his hands together in salute, and Meng Po also withdrew his gaze.

After crossing the Santu River, Miaokong shrunk into inches and went directly towards the Yan Luo Hall.

The eighteenth layer of hell is under the Yan Luo Palace, and the place where Miaokong is going is under the eighteenth layer of hell.

“Where is the mage?”

Logically speaking, as a descendant of the Jizo Bodhisattva, Miaokong went to visit his own ancestor, and even the ten halls of Yan Luo would not stop it without looking long.

But Myoko was still stopped.

The person who came was a kind-looking middle-aged man, wearing a prefectural official uniform with an amiable smile on his face.

“Xiaguan Difu Crime Arrest Division Si Cheng, surnamed Li, Yin people have a surname and no name, let the mage laugh.”

Miaokong moved his head, smiled quietly and returned the salute, and said: “Little monk Miaokong, I have seen Li Sicheng, I don’t know if Lord Sicheng stopped the little monk, what happened?” ”

“Logically speaking, the lower official should not stop the mage.”

Li Sicheng smiled apologetically, and then said rather hesitantly: “However, black and white impermanence came to report, and the mage stayed a criminal soul that my anti-crime department wanted?” ”

“That’s right.”

Miaokong generously admitted it and said, “The identity of that criminal soul, I believe that Lord Si Cheng also knows, if she is really arrested, I am afraid that the underground government will not be peaceful.”

“Maintaining the stability of the Difu is a matter for the little monk to be within the Dharma vein of Jizo, and Lord Si Cheng doesn’t need to come over to thank the little monk.”

Miaokong blinked, directly set the tone of the conversation, scratched his head, and looked embarrassed.

The smile on Li Sicheng’s face stiffened, and after recovering, he smiled and said, “Master is really very polite, thank you or ask for it.”

“It’s just that can the mage tell that Miss Liu not to interfere in the official affairs of the underground government anymore, otherwise it will be really difficult.”

“Please rest assured, Lord Si Cheng, she won’t next time.”

Miaokong nodded seriously, next time it will not mean, this time it will be counted.

Li Sicheng nodded and acquiesced.

“Yes, the little monk just happened to have something to do with Si Cheng.”

Miaokong said with a smile: “On the other side of the Mangda Mountain Range, there is a place called the Black Mountain Realm, on which there are seven ghost kings and demon kings. They recounted the sins of the Seven Sins in great detail, as if they were really reporting.”

“These demons violate the Heavenly Dao and do not respect the Yin Law, which is really hateful!”

Li Sicheng was really angry, and he couldn’t wait to cut off these corrupt and lawless demons immediately, it seemed that it was called a righteous and awe-inspiring one

“If you don’t do it, the little monk has been cleaned up, but the fake city god has not been found.”

When Miaokong spoke, he kept paying attention to Li Sicheng’s expression, and found that the other party did not fluctuate, so he continued: “Little monk Xiao Liwei, this time he came to report the ancestor and ask his old man to report this matter to the Heavenly Court.”

“Yes……… That really has to be faster.”

“The lower official does not disturb the mage, and the crime arrest department is busy with things. The lower official will take his leave.”

Li Sicheng nodded as usual, held his fist and saluted, and turned to leave.

Miaokong looked at his back and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. The fish are hooked.

Thinking so, Miaokong turned around and walked towards the depths of the Yan Luo Hall and entered the eighteenth layer of hell.

All the way down to the bottom, Miaokong’s expression has changed somewhat, not because of anything else, it’s really that these eighteen layers of hell are too disgusting.

All kinds of punishments that have never been seen made Miaokong a little disgusted.

“The first time Master Miaokong came to the eighteenth floor of hell, it is normal that something is strange.”

A thick and powerful voice suddenly sounded.

The second height is that the blue-faced fangzizeng general ran out of nowhere, smiling and greeting Miaokong.

“By the will of the Bodhisattva, wait here for the Master.”

“I’ve seen General Zeng, General Labor.”

For General Zeng’s proper hiding lineage, Miaokong will certainly not slacken, this is also a big thigh, not to mention other things, no one is as skilled as the head of the official general.

“The last general will take the master to meet the Bodhisattva, come with me.”

General Zeng, raised his hand to lead the way, thought about it, and prompted: “The mage is still somewhat mentally prepared.”

Miaokong was stunned when he heard this, and soon, his doubts were answered.

Because this is located under the eighteenth level of hell, the place of the Jizo Bodhisattva Dao is… Let’s put it this way, compared to here, the eighteen-level hell is heaven!

“The ghosts and demons that heaven and earth do not collect are all here.”

General Zeng, even had the mind to introduce Miaokong.

Anyway, Miaokong didn’t listen to a word.

Finally entered the Jizo Dojo, and Miaokong also met his own grandfather for the first time in a real sense.

The monk wearing a black and gold robe and sitting cross-legged on a stone lotus was not very handsome, but as soon as he saw him, his mind unconsciously calmed down.

Realm of Silence.

The realm of silence that people in Buddhism dream of, and the realm of spiritual emptiness that countless monks cannot seek, is the norm for Jizo Bodhisattva.

“Disciple Miaokong, meet the ancestor.”

Miaokong bowed down with his hands together, and his posture was very formal, after all, the person in front of him was the thickest he could hold at present, and the closest thigh.

Jizo Bodhisattva opened his eyes, looked up and down at Miaokong, and sighed: “Maybe the 3.0 poor monk Hell is not empty and does not vow to become a Buddha’s grand wish, and he is indeed not happy for the Heavenly Dao.”

“The Dharma Vein of Jizo finally produced a natural Buddha, but he is a monk who treats the precepts as nothing.”

When Miaokong heard this, he could only giggle, and he didn’t dare to match it.

“It’s okay, time is there, you are still just a teenager, really can’t demand too much of you.”

Jizo Bodhisattva smiled helplessly and seriously advised: “After all, poor monks can’t step out of the underworld from time to time, and most of the time, you still have to rely on yourself.”

“The chess game is dangerous, and a mistake is a disaster, think about it, be cautious.”

“Disciples are taught.”

Miaokong looked solemn, this is an elder’s teaching, and it must be taken seriously.

“Well, your intentions, the poor monk already knows, but it seems that you already have a plan, let’s hear it?”

Jizo Bodhisattva smiled and nodded and asked.

“Ask the ancestor to give a decree, and the disciple is ready to go to the Heavenly Court to file a complaint.”

Myoko smiled as well.

“So simple?”

“Not only, does the ancestor know the old affairs of the Great God of the Three Altars Sea Society in the past?”

“You want to sue the Dragon King?”

“A disciple is not a person who can’t fight back.”

“Good.”