Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 389: I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty
"In the Qin Mountain, there is a beast. It looks like a pig but has teeth. Its name is Dangkang. It calls by itself. When it is seen, the whole world will be prosperous."
Mingyu recalled the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that he had seen at Zhen Yuanzi's place. This Dang Kang was truly a blessed beast, born to be a spiritual beast.
However, Mingyu was not concerned about this, but the fact that the former members of the demon clan actually took the initiative to contact the human race so quickly, and spontaneously explored the path of totem beasts to integrate into the human race.
"Let me see who is so far-sighted and who is quite in line with my thoughts." Mingyu silently calculated for a moment, then laughed out loud. At the end of time and space, he saw an extremely elegant figure.
"The great god is worthy of being a great god." Mingyu gave Fuxi a thumbs up in her heart.
"However, since the demon tribe has started to move, we still have to ask Bai Ze to take charge of this matter."
As the chief steward of Heaven and the first tool of the demon race, Bai Ze now controls all the demons in the North Sea together with the demon gods and demon saints.
"Mingyu, Fengdu is ready ." Just when Mingyu was thinking about the integration of the demon race and the human race, the silent Minghe spoke up to remind her.
"Okay, let's go back to the Netherworld first."
Mingyu nodded, and he said goodbye to Patriarch Pan Wang, and told the ancestor not to forget about the contract and to be more proactive when the time comes.
"Don't worry, no matter what else I forget, I will never forget this!" Pan Wang Patriarch patted his chest and promised.
"Since the ancestor has allowed the human race to reproduce here, can you select some seeds for practicing Taoism to pass down the Taoist tradition?" Before leaving, Mingyu hoped that King Pan could take care of the human race.
King Pan smiled and said, "My great path is between these 100,000 mountains. I have been practicing since the human race entered this world!"
If he had no intention, how could the Miao tribe learn the art of refining and controlling poisons?
Mingyu understood. These ancestors all saw very clearly that the trend of humanity after the liches was with the human race. Therefore, many gods had already begun to place their bets. Some gods even planned to take risks and take control of a part of the human race in order to plan for destiny!
"Forget it. Today's cause will have tomorrow's result. Let's just be random. At least for now, things are developing in a good direction, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages."
The general trend of the human race needs to be advanced slowly, and not rushed. But if it really comes to the point where correction is needed, we naturally cannot indulge these guys, we must give them a heavy blow!
" I hope that by then, you won't be blinded by the benefits."
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Mingyu and Minghe crossed the gates of hell and returned to the underworld, where they discovered that there were many more souls in the underworld, especially in the Wangchuan River. There were ghost lights like lanterns, numbering billions, and countless .
"Greetings, Your Majesty, Old Ancestor!"
The waves of the Yellow Springs crashed against the banks. The spirit of the Wangchuan River appeared, greeted Mingyu and the others, and then sank back into the river.
There are many dead souls and the Wangchuan River is very busy. The ferryboats in the river never stop for a moment, but there are still some souls that cannot be rescued.
"Alas, floods are raging in the world. Although there are gods to save the world and goddesses to repair the sky, just looking at the Forgotten River, you can see how many people have become water ghosts!"
The old man of the Styx, who had experienced two great disasters, was accustomed to killing and had understood life and death, was deeply moved when he saw the souls struggling in the Forgotten River.
On the Naihe Bridge, the silver-haired, sad-looking Granny Meng couldn't help curling her lips when she heard this: "Alright, alright, you, the God of Death, have the time to sigh. Why don't you come here to help me? The souls in the underworld have to drink a bowl of soup before they can reincarnate. Do you know how busy I am?"
Minghe looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Ancestor Youmeng at the bridgehead. His heart stopped and his eyelids twitched.
This soup was simply a nightmare to him, filled with those unpleasant past events.
"Professionals do professional things. I have these two skills. Don't you know that the soup I make may make these dead souls die again..."
You Meng glanced at Minghe with disdain, then turned her gaze to Mingyu, "I say, the Emperor..."
Mingyu left in a hurry before Youmeng finished speaking. "Sister Meng is the only one who is most suitable to make the soup. No one else can replace you. This is related to the operation of the underworld and Sister Meng's avenue. Sister, please take on more responsibilities, take on more responsibilities..."
Minghe hurriedly chased after him.
The two had not walked far when they heard a roar from behind them: "Why are you pushing so hard? Line up now. If you keep pushing, none of you will be reincarnated or I will boil you all in one pot!"
The dead souls on the Naihe Bridge were nearly frightened to death by the violent Youmeng, but they could do nothing about the soup maker, so they had to queue up obediently, lamenting the helplessness of the ghost student.
When the Forgotten Spirit in the Forgotten River heard the roar, its movements slowed down for a beat. With a splashing sound, countless souls fell back into the river.
Just as he was about to salvage it again, You Meng's voice rang in his ears, "I advise you to be more sensible..."
Wangchuan shuddered and understood immediately!
The action of retrieving the dead souls became a little slower.
As for some souls who were in a hurry to get on the boat, Wangchuan considerately kicked them off.
The ghost who fell back into the river: “????”
On the other side, Mingyu and Minghe had just stepped off the Naihe Bridge and were about to go to Yinshan to look for the King of Fengdu when they suddenly heard a loud Taoist voice coming from hell.
"I am Ksitigarbha. I feel the suffering of sentient beings and the difficulty of liberation. I hereby make a great vow:
The first great vow: I wish that in the next life, when I attain Anuttara Samyaksambodhi, my own light will shine brightly upon the limitless, endless, and boundless worlds, and my body will be adorned with the thirty-two marks of a great man and the eighty minor marks, so that all sentient beings will be the same as me.'
'The second great vow: I wish that when I attain Bodhi in the next life, my body will be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and without any blemish; my light will be vast and my merits will be great; my body will be well settled, and my flame net will be more majestic than the sun and the moon; all sentient beings in the dark nights will be enlightened, and will be able to do whatever they want.'
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Ksitigarbha made twelve great vows in succession, which shook the entire underworld.
Judge Cui, who was dressed in red and holding a judge's pen while handling official documents, heard this and could not help but feel relieved: "It's not easy. Dizang has finally made it this far!"
Thinking back to the great emperor's instructions to him, Judge Cui felt ashamed that it took him so long to accomplish his mission.
And as the final ambition comes to fruition, immeasurable merits have begun to accumulate, which is a reward for Ksitigarbha's tireless efforts in liberating the souls of the dead.
But after Ksitigarbha made the twelve great vows, he did not collect the merits, but said again: "I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved. I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. I hope heaven and earth will bear witness to this!"
boom--
Dark yellow descended from the sky, and the earth trembled.
At the same time, heaven and earth responded to Ksitigarbha’s great wish, and golden clouds of infinite merit began to descend.
One tenth went to Cui Pan, one tenth went to the underworld, one tenth fell into the west, and the remaining seven tenth was collected by Ksitigarbha.
After Ksitigarbha, wearing a bright crown and feathered robe, made a great wish, his aura became calmer. His face had a compassionate look, and his whole body was as pure as glass, without any dust or stain. He seemed to have realized great freedom and attained great transcendence.
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist!"
The judges from the four underworld courts, namely, rewarding the good, punishing the evil, investigating, and underworld law, all came to congratulate him. Except for Judge Cui, the other judges all looked at Dizang with admiration in their eyes.
Recently, the powers of the underworld have become more and more complete, and many karma positions have been nurtured. If Ksitigarbha makes a great wish and breaks through at this time, he will surely be reused by the Emperor.
Sure enough, a black edict flew out from above Yinshan Mountain.
"The deity Hou Tu has issued an order, and the Emperor of Fengdu has issued an edict: Ksitigarbha has transcended the souls of the dead, accumulated good deeds, made great aspirations, and moved heaven and earth sincerely. Now, Ksitigarbha is granted the power of the king of the underworld, and is allowed to live under hell, in Cuiyun Palace, to be in charge of the souls of the eighteen levels of hell. "
"Ksitigarbha thanks the Queen Mother Hou Tu and the Emperor Fengdu!"
Dizang clasped his hands together, took the scroll of imperial decree, summoned the divine beast Di Ting, and went straight to Cuiyun Palace.
At the Western Lingshan Mountain, the light of wisdom shines for thousands of miles. Under the Bodhi tree, the Bodhisattva Cundi is holding a flower and smiling, with a solemn appearance. He is explaining the Vajra Prajna Dharma to his disciples, talking about the root of supreme wisdom.
When the voice of Ksitigarbha's great wish reached here, Zhunti laughed loudly and said bluntly: "My way is not alone, my way is not alone!"
His disciple was in the netherworld, but he still had Bodhi in his heart and inherited his teachings. How could this not make Zhunti, the teacher, happy? !
Seeing that Dizang had passed through the eighteen levels of hell and resolutely went to Cuiyun Palace to liberate the souls of the dead, Mingyu couldn't help but sigh, "Master Zhunti really accepted a good disciple!"
After waiting for the clouds to clear and the moon to appear, Ksitigarbha, with great compassion and perseverance, chose the most difficult path to becoming a saint. Once he embarked on this path, there was no turning back, even if the road ahead was likely to be blocked.
However, the Tao is invisible and nameless. How do you know that it won’t work if you don’t try it?
Minghe said: "If he really keeps going this way, apart from anything else, the accumulated Xuanhuang Merit will really be great!"
But then again, as a member of the underworld, the more souls Dizang saves, the more merit he earns, and similarly, the underworld will also gain more merit.
“Then no matter how you look at it, the Underworld is not at a loss. They picked up a permanent laborer for free, and the person is a volunteer…” Minghe was amazed, feeling that Dizang’s experience was inexplicably familiar.
He turned around and saw You Meng on the Naihe Bridge making soup with a sad face.
Well, I was wondering why it was so familiar!
Minghe glanced at Mingyu beside him, and his intuition told him that this matter was definitely related to the man in front of him.
