All living beings in hell

Chapter 8 Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

Climbing up the cliff above the sea of ​​blood, there is a small cave.Walking into the depths of the cave, you can see stalagmites standing staggered, water droplets dripping on the rocks along the stalagmites, playing lightly.The warm breeze is accompanied by the crisp sound of water droplets, and the air here is sweet and not like hell.

Going deeper, golden light emerges from a colorful pool.The lotus leaves as big as wheels and delicate flower buds intertwine in the pool, and the water vapor in the air carries a bitter taste.Follow the scent carefully, and see a few emerald green lotus pods hidden under the cover of lotus flowers and leaves.The lotus pod is not yet fully mature, and the bitterness probably comes from the lotus heart in the lotus pod.

This is the residence of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in hell.

I chanted the name of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva three times facing the water pool, asking for an audience.I was looking forward to the high water column gushing out of the pool, or the double bridge rainbow accompanying the explosion of the Buddha's body and other shocking scenes.However, I had just finished reciting the mantra, and when I looked up again, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had already appeared in front of me.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva holds a jewel in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand, with golden rays all over his body, sitting on a huge lotus flower.

"Handwriting, why are you here today?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva closed his eyes, with a faint purple light shining between his brows.

"I hope to find a residence in hell and use it as an office." I replied.

"Oh? Are you dissatisfied with the previous firm?"

"I don't know that there is another Tiandi writing in that firm, and I don't want to share a room with her."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to conflict with another writer."

"What's wrong with conflict?"

"There is nothing wrong with conflicts. But after all, I am a mortal. The time I can spend in hell is really limited, my energy is limited, and my physical strength is also limited. If energy and physical strength are spent on resolving conflicts with colleagues, wouldn't it be a burden? My original intention?"

"What is your heart?"

"I would like to write down the stories of the sentient beings in hell and bring them back to the world."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes opened a slit: "This is your duty. To write, what is your motivation?"

I froze for a moment, lowered my head to think, and clasped my hands together: "My heart... I would like to let the stories of the sentient beings in hell be translated into words, and let the emotions be put on paper. In this way, if the world reads these stories, maybe they will know their own. Some emotions, some thoughts, are real in some depths, connected to each other... Our human existence, these thoughts, these complexities, are closely connected with everything. We humans are not alone of."

"Lonely..." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva closed his eyes again, and lightly waved the tin stick in his hand, "I would like to help you realize this wish."

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the water pool in front of me disappeared one after another. I closed my eyes and wanted to be wrapped in a gust of wind.And in the eye of the storm, I am safe and calm.

When I opened it again, I was already in a new house.The sound of the waves of the sea of ​​blood came from the door, I opened the dark curtains, the sky was still dark, and the sea of ​​blood was washing the beach of bones not far away.This new office turned out to be a room with a sea view!

"Writing..." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's voice came from all directions, "Don't be confused, don't lose yourself, and don't forget your motivation."

I knelt on the ground, clasped my hands together, and bowed deeply.

(End of this chapter)