Chapter 1019

In fact, there is no essential difference between the wind in hell and the wind in the sun;

it is nothing more than the difference in scenery that causes the feeling of the wind to people and is implicated in subverting the perception.

It's like standing on the beach of Erh with the wind and standing on the Sahara with the wind.

At this time,

Mount Tai, the most sacred and supreme place in hell for thousands of years, is pouring its blood wildly.

It makes the wind in this area filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

There was a wise man in Yangjian. In order to deal with the environmental inspection above, he applied green paint on the bare land and barren mountain;

at this time, the blood that

listened to,

was like a huge red paint tank,

thoroughly dyed the whole Mount Tai and its surrounding area with red.

On the cliff wall, on the stream, on the vegetation,

seems to be in the vast space,

seems to have only one kind of red left.

Listen to the young man sitting on the body with a very sad and anxious look on his face,

his heart is very excited,

sprinkle it,

sprinkle it,

sprinkle it more,

sprinkle it quickly,

have the blood of listening to water,

his own manor will surely become the most fertile land in the whole hell!

In the young man's mind, it seems that he has come up with the great satisfaction when he became the first farmer in hell.

In this world, there are such people. Their pursuit deviates from the rhythm of the public, but they pursue their own inner peace alone and persistently.

At this point,

teenagers are very similar to Bodhisattvas.

Big Long Qiu mouth disrelished the body to appear in the foothill position uprightly, small nine stands beside him, supporting umbrella for him.

Behind the two of them,

there are also seven regular attendants standing side by side,

no matter the former ten regular attendants or the current nine regular attendants, what changes is the number, but what does not change is that the family should adhere to no matter what they do.

Originally, Da Changqiu didn't plan to go to this muddy water.

He has seen how a Bodhisattva, who has been hit three times in a day, behaves in such a way that he can't bear to put it on him.

Even if I bear it, it is also a situation of crushing teeth and swallowing them in my stomach. I endure humiliation and expect revenge and counter killing.

People, who used to be barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, had a wound on their body, and they should do what they did when they spit and knead;

but with the rise of their status and strength, those things that previously felt meaningless began to become more and more important, even to the extent of inviolability.

Therefore, this is the place where we most admire and fear Bodhisattva before the long autumn.

This kind of person, with a deep obsession, has not been eroded by the so-called power and status. Therefore, once there is a real spiritual problem in this kind of person, it will be the most terrible.

In the past, his obsession, his belief and his pursuit will be ignored at this time,

just like a fierce animal in captivity, all the shackles on him will be untied in an instant.

Tut,

Da Changqiu subconsciously smashed his mouth,

his head went out of the umbrella deliberately,

he waited for a moment on the tip of his tongue, or waited for the blood bead to drop on it, and then he tasted it slowly, with a little fishy and spicy flavor.

"Take some for me, and I'll find something to drink. It's fishy."

"Here!"

After that, the seven regular attendants took out their storage tools and began to gather the blood from the sky. They were very busy.

Xiao Jiu looked at Da Changqiu with some doubts and said:

"brother, can't we go up?"

"Wait, wait, wait."

Da Changqiu stretches his back,

"flies don't bite seamless eggs. You have to let the seam split a little bit first."

Xiaojiu frowned slightly, always feeling that this sounded a little uncomfortable.

"Pa!"

Da Changqiu slapped Xiao Jiu in the back of his head and scolded him: "I can play my own joke. What kind of frame do you hold for me?"

Xiaojiu has some grievances.

"If you don't believe me, I'll send you up to help us make a big success."

“…………” Junior nine.

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At this moment, I don't know that Jiuchang waiters are standing at the foot of the mountain watching the scenery while collecting their own blood and planning to go back to make wine;

even if I know, I can't care about this now.It is more worried about Bodhisattva.

The Buddha and the devil are often just one thought. Among the Buddhists, there are not a few who are the last one to fall into the devil accidentally.

Moreover, the higher the Buddha is, the easier it is to be possessed by the devil;

this often means that all the previous accumulated merits and virtues are lost and the foundation industry collapses.

The figure of Bodhisattva appears on the altar, on the futon, at the door and in the inner room;

every Bodhisattva is reading Buddhist scriptures, making great wishes and talking;

listening is good at listening to everything, but at this moment, it can't hear all the words of Bodhisattva clearly, it's too much and too miscellaneous And its own consciousness is constantly being twisted and ravaged.

He wants to go out, but he can't go out. He knows that he has been forced by Bodhisattva about this cage. This is originally the cage set by Bodhisattva himself. He has imprisoned himself here, listening to himself and breaking in.

It doesn't know what happened, which made the Bodhisattva change so much in just one year.

A year's time may not be too long for the ordinary people in Yangjian, but for those hells whose longevity is calculated by thousands of years, it will be shorter and shorter naturally.

But from that time, Bodhisattva began to show this symptom.

Originally, it was thought that with Bodhisattva's ability, we could adjust ourselves completely.

Because he is a Bodhisattva, the real supreme will of hell for thousands of years.

But the problem is much more serious than listening.

And when it really intends to come over to check, it finds that things are too difficult to clean up.

It's better for a Bodhisattva who doesn't have a clear mind to run to the top of the mountain to see how terrible it is.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva..."

Listening is still suffering and calling for Bodhisattva.

What it does now is nothing more than to hope that it can wake up the pure brightness of Bodhisattva in its own calling. As long as it can play a little role, it believes that Bodhisattva can make itself calm down.

Its advantage lies in its strong physique, so it can share the torture of consciousness to its own body;

but its disadvantage lies in this too, it can hear a lot, but it can do, but not much.

There is no omnipotent existence, even listening to this level of existence, in its seemingly long life, it can only choose a way to walk specially.

However,

at the time of desperation in listening,

it suddenly found that the voice in the little temple suddenly disappeared, almost in an instant, the environment here fell into a kind of audible stillness.

From the hustle and bustle that made people's soul almost burst, it suddenly turned to the nihility that seemed to swallow all the noise in an instant;

this kind of transformation makes people very uncomfortable, even if it is listening, at this time, they can only scan around quietly with red eyes.

Finally,

he saw the Bodhisattva,

the Bodhisattva went to the front of the putuan,

he put his hands together and knelt down.

In front of Bodhisattva,

is still a table of offerings,

is a puddle of mud on the table of offerings.

"Here you are."

The voice of the Bodhisattva came.

Listen to a long sigh of relief, the heart of the big stone finally landed.

At this time,

he closed his hands respectfully,

facing the figure of Bodhisattva,

pious way:

"here I come."

The Bodhisattva nods, listens attentively is worshipping him, he is worshipping the table.

"How is Bodhisattva?"

Listen and ask.

"Well."

Listening to the words, I feel that the Bodhisattva has overcome and things have finally subsided.

In fact, the body of Mount Tai is no longer racing blood;

however,

its body, no racing blood, is slowly expanding. It is a huge and frightening body, like a balloon blowing, starting to get bigger and bigger

In the small temple, the mud in front of the Bodhisattva began to wriggle slowly, as if driven by the mind, it had some connection with some existence in the dark.

The Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:

"what do you mean that hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha?"

As a Bodhisattva's Mount, in the past, it is necessary to discuss lessons with Bodhisattva.

That is to say, in these hundreds of years, with the stability of everything, this kind of opportunity is much less.

Listen carefully and respectfully reply:"When the hell is no longer a hell, when the Yang is no longer a Yang; when the hell is regarded as a Yang, when the Yang is regarded as a hell;

the real Yang is naturally a journey of ghosts; the real hell is already empty.

The Bodhisattva's great wish can be fulfilled, and the Buddha's position can be reached, and the merits and virtues can be fulfilled. "

"That's what I said to him."

Listen and nod. He knows who the Bodhisattva is referring to.

"People, children, seek Tao, seek peace.

After great turbulence, great peace; after great agitation, great freedom; after great tribulation, great freedom; listen to

"I am, Bodhisattva."

"You know what I want?"

Listen and look at the table. The mud on the table has condensed into a person's lower body.

"Congratulations to Bodhisattva, congratulations to Bodhisattva, thousand year plan, thousand year waiting, thousand year layout, and finally introduce the true immortal Buddha Dharma!"

Listen and kneel down.

At the beginning, when yinggou and Bodhisattva met for the first time,

yinggou said that he was not used to having others sitting on his head.

Bodhisattva said that he was not used to his empty table.

After hearing the congratulations of listening,

the Bodhisattva turned his head,

his body was twisted into an extremely exaggerated and strange arc,

listening was shocked to see that the mask of

the Bodhisattva was melting,

it was like a pool of molten iron dripping down slowly.

The Bodhisattva's voice is a bit quiet, and the way is: "yes?"

Listen and look up at the shaped sculpture on the table,

this sculpture is heroic,

this sculpture is majestic,

until listen and see the sculpture's head,

his body quivers suddenly,

shows the color of disbelief,

exclaimed:

"how is he!"

This plot is too difficult to write. It took a long time to design the bedding. When it was really written here, it was very difficult to get it.

I wrote a chapter the night before I sat on the computer. Today is a chapter, dragon dare not force to write down in order to measure.