The underworld, the city of vain death.

There is so much gloom in the sky and so many ghosts. Many souls of the dead who died unjustly due to suicide, disaster, war, murder and other reasons lined up to cross the Naihe Bridge and rush to this place.

In the center of the city, in a dark palace, black shadows stood on both sides, exuding a strong evil aura.

They were all evil gods and kings of ghosts in the underworld, but now they are wearing rosary beads, wearing monk's robes, and having meritorious golden light to protect their bodies. They have become ghosts and Buddhist protectors.

Purple light flashed, and the imperial power filled the air. An emperor wearing a five-clawed dragon robe stepped into the palace. His figure was erratic and his appearance could not be seen clearly. However, the aura of eternal pressure caused many people in the hall to

Gui Cha didn't dare to look a bit strange.

He held a three-foot-long book in his hand.

The book is black and crystal clear, flowing with the power of the netherworld, and the runes of reincarnation are constantly emerging, with a deep aura of controlling the six paths and governing reincarnation!

Book of the Underworld, Book of Life and Death!

"The old monk has met Emperor Fengdu."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Netherworld leader of the city who died in vain, immediately stood up to greet him.

He wears a red cassock and a crown on his head, with a kind and profound face. He holds a tin staff in his right hand, which symbolizes caring for all living beings and practicing strict discipline; he holds a few wish-fulfilling orbs in his left hand, which means fulfilling the wishes of all living beings.

Yin Tianzi, Emperor Fengdu looked calm, handed over the "Book of Life and Death", and said:

"When you're done, remember to return the book of life and death."

"It's natural. Thank you very much for your help, Your Majesty." Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha thanked him politely.

Emperor Fengdu nodded, turned around, walked a few steps, and disappeared into a ball of dim light.

The ghost messengers immediately got busy, building an altar with locust wood and Yinling soil, inscribing the ghost formation pattern on it, and erected 108 bloody soul-calling flags around it.

After all these rituals were completed, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva ascended the altar, sat cross-legged, revealed his Dharma body, green light bloomed, and a green lotus emerged, holding him up.

The Netherworld Dharmakaya is surrounded by golden light of merit and is extremely majestic.

"Om, cultivate profit, cultivate profit, Maha cultivate profit... The supreme and profound subtle Dharma has been encountered for hundreds of millions of calamities. I have accepted and upheld what I have seen and heard now, and I am willing to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata..."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva recited mantras, the power of the netherworld, and the golden Buddha's light intertwined to form a "picture of ghosts and gods" that resonated with the underworld book "Book of Life and Death".

The soul-calling flags sway, and the aura of the Avenue of Reincarnation spreads.

At the same time, he took out another object.

It was a cicada, as if it were made of gold, densely covered with Sanskrit symbols, and full of merit and luck. It was also like a big sun. Once it was taken out, the brilliant Buddha's light penetrated the clouds and sky like golden swords, illuminating the entire wasted life.

city!

The underworld lights up and all the ghosts are frightened!

This is the remains of Jin Chanzi when he attained Daluo enlightenment, one of the golden bodies in his previous life.

With the relics and the power of the Book of Life and Death, wisps of soul fragments floated from all corners of the underworld like fire, were drawn by the soul-calling flags, and gathered on the altar.

"boom"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stretched out his hand a little, and the golden light of merit burst out and poured into it.

Thousands of fireflies merged into one in an instant, and their souls reunited. Although it was a bit illusory, it was the face of Tang Sanzang.

However, his eyes were still hazy and without any sparkle, as if something was missing.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was startled and lost his voice:

"What's going on? Why hasn't the true spirit returned?"

No, even if his soul is gone, with the "Book of Life and Death" and his magic power, he can still help Tang Seng return to the sun. In the prehistoric world, the true souls of sentient beings are protected by the avenue of reincarnation, and their essence is higher than the soul body.

Even the best magic weapon can hardly harm Jin Chanzi's true spirit.

Just in case, Buddha even left a mark on Jin Chanzi's true spirit to protect it from harm.

Why was the spiritual summoning only half successful this time?

That demonic Daoluo, even if he was armed with ferocious weapons, would never be able to directly defeat Tang Monk's true spirit.

Ksitigarbha could not sit still. He held the "Book of Life and Death" in his hand, held Tang Monk's missing soul in his palm, and began to deduce.

After drinking some tea, his eyes suddenly opened and he saw a mysterious and unpredictable light flash by. His voice was a bit cold as he said slowly:

"Jiuyin Mountain!"

Tang Sanzang's true spirit was lost and trapped in Jiuyin Mountain. The specific reason is unknown. He may have entered by mistake, or he may have been imprisoned.

He immediately stood up, turned into a golden light, and traveled through the underworld.

Jiuyin Mountain is a famous dangerous place in the Netherworld.

Thousands of miles of Yin Mountain, surrounded by ghosts, continuously rises and falls. As a barrier, it almost separates the two realms of Yin and Yang. There are nine main peaks, towering like giant black dragons entrenched on the banks of the Huangquan River. There is even a passage connecting the realm of Yang Shitai Mountain.

Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many powerful ghosts and hell gods have been entrenched here. In addition, Jiuyin Mountain is one of the weakest points between the Netherworld and the Yang world. Some evil spirits in the human world also like to hide here, and they gradually become too big to escape.

The flattened Beimang Ghost Kingdom is even more dangerous and unpredictable.

In this place, the two realms overlap and yin and yang alternate. It has both the characteristics of the yang world and the characteristics of the netherworld. The natural secrets of heaven are mixed up and harbor evil and evil.

The Buddha's light was like a rainbow, breaking through the sky, scattering golden lotuses, and rushed into Jiuyin Mountain.

"Ho ho!!"

The many ghost kings, demons, and evil cultivators entrenched here all let out demonstrative roars.

Among them are the Great Ghost Emperor and the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

But no one came forward, and the name of the Netherworld Cult Master was still very loud. They felt unhappy, but they did not dare to act rashly.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva reveals his fighting body, a flawless golden body, protected by Buddha flames, and drives straight in.

Not long after, he came to a main peak on the west side of Jiuyin Mountain, at the junction of Yin and Yang.

Here the yin and yang are reversed, the light and shadow colors are chaotic, the tributaries of Huangquan are filled with ghostly aura, and everything is blurred and gray.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes were shining with the Buddha's light, as if he could see through the vast world. After observing the crack at the junction of the two worlds for a long time, he finally noticed something strange.

"It turns out that here, there is a gap between time and space!"

He was excited by it, and he went deeper and deeper, gradually approaching the entrance of the netherworld crack.

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The storm of time and space roars across the heaven and earth, tearing apart everything.

Where the two worlds of yin and yang meet, the environment is dangerous, and the gap between the void is even more dangerous. The rules of the human world and the underworld are almost incompatible. The forces of the two different worlds collide all the time, and the resulting force of time and space destruction can easily be touched by an immortal.

, will all be reduced to ashes.

Even the Golden Immortal can't hold on for a moment or three.

Generally speaking, even evil spirits would not stay in such a dangerous place, because the environment here is too harsh, with thin spiritual energy and many dangers, making it difficult to survive.

However, when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked into it, he discovered that in such a bad place, there was a small world vaguely existing.

This small world rises and falls at the intersection of the two worlds, like a small boat in the sea. It may capsize at any time, but it remains standing.

"Ahhh! Help, help!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva observed this small world, and for the sake of caution, did not step into it rashly. He used his celestial eye and the power of listening to observe quietly.

"Help, help!"

The man's panicked scream could be heard faintly.

In the small world of Netherland, Tang Sanzang's true spirit seemed real and illusory, floating in the air and fleeing for his life.

A hellish evil god with three heads and six arms, an extremely ferocious appearance, and a skin as black as coal, with bloodthirsty eyes and a ferocious laugh, was chasing him all the way.

"Stop screaming, no one can save you even if your throat is broken by screaming!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his hand down, and the billowing demonic flames condensed into a large dark red seal, melting the vacuum of ten feet with one blow, and slapped Tang Monk on the back!

Bang!

The magic flame seal exploded, dark red sparks burst out, and each spark could burn a large area of ​​space.

Tang Monk screamed in surprise, but he was safe and sound. The lotus mark between his eyebrows was covered with Buddha's light, as if there was a boundless pure land that was constantly growing. The powerful power blocked all outside interference.

The evil god's attack seemed to have hit him, but it was like trying to find the moon in the water, out of reach.

"Damn Sakyamuni, ah ah ah ah, you deserve to die!"

The evil god was furious, and the dark palms brought up a monstrous black tide, shattered the vacuum, shook the laws of heaven and earth, and attacked Tang Monk's true spirit.

Every strike he struck seemed to be destroying the world, the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, dark red demonic flames were burning, and everything was turning to ashes. However, such a violent attack was still unable to break through the thin shield of Buddha's light.

The Buddha's mark on the forehead of Tang Monk is supreme and noble, immortal for all aeons, and invulnerable to all laws.

"Black Rakshasa?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stepped into this land between yin and yang. In an instant, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, the demonic fog and clouds receded, and golden lotuses continued to fall.

"Hey, here comes another one who wants to die."

The Black Rakshasa sneered, abandoned Tang Monk, his body skyrocketed, and turned into a giant monster with a green face, fangs, eyes like a blood moon, three heads and six arms, and a menacing momentum.
To be continued...