Taoist students

Chapter 1768
Next, Dongfang Mo and the others followed Yuandi's instructions and started digging in the desert with the hoes used by mortals.

Although this task seems to be simpler than building the Xinghai Law Field in the second layer of hell, in fact, this project is even more complex. After all, what they want to dig is a piece of sea.

And the center of the Sifang Sea excavated by Dongfang Mo and others is the banyan tree about ten feet tall.

During the process of digging the sea, Dongfang Mo kept paying attention to the people around him, and then he found that the expressions of pain on their faces were much stronger than those on the second floor.It seems that this Golden Thorn Hell tortured them more than the second level of Fiery Hell.

It is worth mentioning that, among the more than 100 people present, two of them did not participate in their "work".That was Mu Han, and the old man who had been burned so badly that he couldn't recognize his appearance at the beginning.

Both of them were seriously injured and fell unconscious on the ground at this moment, so they couldn't join their ranks.

But even so, the golden gravel that swept across them did not let them go. After blowing on the two of them, the old man's body twitched from time to time, which was enough to see the pain of this person.

As for Mu Han, he remained motionless.

This is actually because Dongfang Mo asked the white monkey to help her.

Fortunately, in the eyes of everyone, Mu Han was already at the end of his strength. Even if the golden gravel swept across, she was too injured to feel it.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo walked towards a figure not far away.It was an old woman with wrinkles and frost all over her face.

And she is just frail.

When he came to Jianli's side, he only heard Dongfang Mo say: "Friend Chanli."

Jianli glanced at him, then continued to wave the hoe in his hand, and put the sand into a cloth basket.

And some of them will carry the cloth basket, walk more than ten miles, and dump the sand in the cloth basket.

This is because the Quartet Sea they want to dig is more than ten miles wide.

Although suffering pain all the time, making Jianli miserable, she still distractedly said: "Fellow Dongfang, dare to ask what's the matter!"

"Actually, Pindao really has something to ask." Dongfang Mo said.

When he spoke, there was still pain on his face, and this was naturally staged, and he didn't want Jian Li to notice his strangeness.

"Fellow Dongfang Daoist, just ask whatever you want." Jian Li said.

So I heard Dongfang Mo continue to speak: "Dare to ask if you are proficient in formation?"

"A formation?" Chanli looked at him in bewilderment.

Then she thought of something, and said, "Could it be that the Taoist friend Dongfang wants to destroy the eighteen hells?"

"Friend Daoist Daoist is so clever, I really admire the poor Daoist." Dongfang Mo laughed.

Hearing the words, he listened to Jianli and said: "I advise fellow Taoists in the East to give up this heart. The eighteen levels of hell are the number one treasure of Buddhism, and it's not up to you and me to decide."

"Hmph!" Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, "If you don't take the time to resist, you and I will end up suffering and tormenting, and will be driven into deeper hells layer by layer."

"Compared to the hundreds of years when the old man was lit with a soul lamp, this pain is nothing." Just listen to Ji Li said at this time.

When she was speaking, she seemed to be still in the memory, recalling a past that she couldn't bear to look back on.

Dongfang Mo glanced at her in surprise. It seemed that this frail man had suffered the burning of his soul back then, but it had nothing to do with the fact that he was suffering here.

At this time, he thought of something, and he only heard him jokingly said: "Could it be that fellow Daoist Daoist intends to suffer in these eighteen hells all the time, and after washing his heart, he can convert to Buddhism. Wanted and hunted down."

Hearing this, Jianli looked at him angrily. It seemed that Dongfang Mo thought she was going to convert to Buddhism in order to avoid the Nightmare Clan.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was taken aback, and seemed to know that his joke was a bit too much.

"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, please hire another master. I don't have any accomplishments in formation."

Received a lukewarm reply from Jianli, Dongfang Mo shook his head, then turned and left.

Next, he strikes up conversations with different people while digging with a hoe.Dongfang Mo hadn't tried this kind of flattery behavior of greeting with a smiling face and finding someone to do things for many years.

What made him speechless was that he searched all the people, but no one was proficient in formation.

Moreover, after such a long time in the third level of hell, their cultivation has not improved at all, and they have always stayed on the ninth level of the gas condensation period. It seems that it is extremely difficult, or even impossible, to break through to the foundation building period. possible things.

After some questioning and probing to no avail, Dongfang Mo finally returned to his original place angrily.

Then, like everyone else, he began to do the hard work of digging the sea here.

However, he did not give up, but released the little white monkey and asked the beast to search around to see if he could find a way out.

But in Dongfang Mo's view, there should be little hope.

And the further you go down, the more solid the [-]th floor of hell will be, and it will be more difficult for him to break free at that time, so he must find a way as soon as possible.

It's just that throughout the ages, countless people have been sealed to the eighteenth floor of hell, but no one has ever been able to break free.Dongfang Mo didn't think he was more capable than those monks in Guiyi Realm, or even Half Ancestor Realm monks.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo couldn't help feeling ashamed.

What annoyed him was that back then, out of curiosity, he asked Gu Ya about a lot of things about the [-]th hell, and even repeatedly asked how the other party escaped, but that old bastard kept his mouth shut about this matter, only The word is not mentioned.

Otherwise, he might not have such a headache like now.

……

In this way, 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For 20 years, everyone who digs the sea is suffering like a needle prick.

But apart from the extreme anger in their hearts at the beginning, at the current point, many of them have calmed down, and even have a sense of peace in their hearts.

And this feeling of tranquility is a common state among Buddhists, which allows them to better comprehend the scriptures.

It is extremely dangerous for people to have this kind of mentality, because it is one step closer to their dedication to Buddha.

However, the more peaceful their hearts became, the more the needle-like pain would become weaker and weaker.

It seems that just as Dongfang Mo speculated, the lower the [-]th floor of hell, the more severe the test of everyone's xinxing will be.

However, no matter what level they are at, as long as their hearts turn to the Buddha, the pain will be weakened.

But this has no effect on Dongfang Mo.

He was silently calculating that it would probably take 100 years for them to dig out Sifanghai.

And now only 20 years have passed, and they still have to continue to suffer.

During these 20 years, the little white monkey did not bring him any useful news.From the mouth of the beast, he learned that the desert he was in seemed endless. Anyway, the white monkey tried several times, but he couldn't see the edge of the desert.

On this day, Dongfang Mo carried two baskets of sand, climbed up the dug steps, and then walked several miles away.

In the past 20 years, they have dug a huge pit with a radius of two or three miles and a depth of more than fifty feet around the banyan tree.It's just that this is far from the real Sifanghai.

During these 20 years, Monk Yuandi has always sat cross-legged under the banyan tree, and the location of the banyan tree was deliberately left out by Dongfang Mo and others, making the banyan tree seem to stand on a fifty-foot-plus on the mountain peak.

"Wow...Wow..."

Dongfang Mo climbed up a high mountain and dumped two baskets of sand under his feet.

And the high mountain under his feet was dug out and piled up by everyone.

Dongfang Mo stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, he was looking at the setting sun in the distance, and there was a hint of sharpness hidden in his calm eyes.

In the past 20 years, even if he has not experienced the pain of the golden thorn, his heart has been smoothed a lot.

"Hey……"

Watching the sunset in the distance for a long time, Dongfang Mo sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

Trapped in the [-]th floor of hell this time, maybe in the end his result will be the same as everyone else's, which is to lose his heart and convert to Buddhism.

And this is not what he wants.That would mean nothing to him even if he escaped from the [-]th hell.

"Ok?"

Just as Dongfang Mo thought of this, he suddenly saw a figure walking towards him at the end of the desert in the distance.

Because the distance was too far away, he couldn't see the figure's face clearly for a while.

Just judging from his body shape, the other party gave him a very familiar feeling.

But after the figure approached, he could barely see the appearance, Dongfang Mo was taken aback immediately, and even exclaimed in disbelief: "Gusu Ci!"

(End of this chapter)