Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1191: Carrying Yue in the Sea of ​​Fire
A strong smell of decay permeated the depths of the prison, turning into rolling black fog that enveloped the world, not only plundering the vitality of the world around it, but also seeming to corrode the immortal divinity of the Great Emperor. Cruel and tyrannical laws and rules intertwined between heaven and earth, falling like black rain lines, turning the world into an incomparably terrifying hell.

The strange and cruel laws and regulations are intertwined in all four corners of heaven and earth, turning into swords, blood mills, seas of fire, and cold waves, destroying the creatures imprisoned here all the time.

For millions of years.

Countless lives were lost here; even the Great Emperor and the Holy Emperor suffered a great loss.

At this moment, a prison in the darkness thousands of miles away was suddenly filled with a strong Buddhist atmosphere, accompanied by colorful and soft Buddha light.

Faint rhythmic Buddhist chanting could be heard.

Qin Shi saw that he suddenly flew away, and the aura of the law on his body suddenly surged, like a knife splitting the law of the prison land in front of him. When King Yu saw this, he was overjoyed, but did not follow him, but held a huge axe and killed the two Heavenly Saint Emperors who were chasing him.

"Oh no, they found it. Stop them now."

The old man, the Holy Emperor of Heaven and Man, said anxiously. At this moment, he stopped paddling and suddenly attacked King Yu.

"So what if we find him? We can't escape anyway."

The middle-aged Heavenly Saint Emperor said this without showing any sign of being anxious, but rather very calm.

This prison looks no different from other prisons, but there is a raging fire burning inside the prison.

A raging fire can destroy heaven and earth.

In the extremely terrifying fire, there stood red-hot cones. The cones were long and sharp, and their tips flashed a strange black light in the sea of ​​fire.

And on the strange cone of fire, there was a young monk sitting cross-legged.

The monk's clothes were ragged and tattered, and he was already naked, but in the blazing fire, he still sat quietly with his hands clasped in front of his chest. Although there was a look of pain on his face, his compassion remained unchanged, and he silently endured the burning of the fire and the piercing of the fire cone...

A pair of eyes had been gouged out at some point, and golden blood was flowing in the empty eye sockets.

His hands, feet, lumbar spine and scapula were all locked with a black iron chain, pinning him to the center of the sea of ​​fire. The sharp fire cones below not only pierced his thighs and calves, but also his buttocks...

Black matter continued to pour out from the fire cone, flowing madly into his body, wreaking havoc on his torso.

Black mist could be faintly seen escaping from his body.

On his back, there was actually an extremely majestic mountain. The mountain was dark and ferocious, emitting a strange aura.

In fact, these are not mountains, but suffering souls.

There were countless souls in pain, all trying to struggle out of the "mountain". However, they did not know that struggling out of the "mountain" would not bring them relief, but destruction.

From time to time, suffering souls fell from the "mountain" into the sea of ​​fire, but instantly turned into a wisp of faint blue smoke.

Although he escaped from the "sea of ​​suffering", he was heading towards death.

The "mountain" was huge, majestic, and heavy, pressing heavily on the monk's back. Not only did it bend his waist, but it also pressed his lower body into the sharp fire cone. If there was no heavy "mountain" on his back, perhaps he could sit steadily on the tip of the fire cone without suffering the terrible pain of stabbing his thigh.

but.

He never put down the "mountain" on his back...

If he put the "mountain" down, he would not only feel much more relaxed, but he might even be able to escape from the sea of ​​fire. However, even though he endured endless pain and all kinds of terrible destruction, he still carried that towering "mountain" on his back.

Never put it down.

No one knew how many years he endured the raging fire.

The raging fire was burning his body, but it was difficult to burn the "mountain" on his back. He turned his flesh and blood into a shield to block the fire for the painful soul on his back.

He was suffering endless pain because of the mountain on his back.

Although he was burned by the raging fire, pierced by the fire cones, eaten by the black fog, and imprisoned by chains, he still refused to let go.

I don’t know when.

I don't know how much time has passed.

In the blazing sea of ​​fire, some subtle changes seemed to have occurred.

At this moment, the young monk who had his eyes gouged out was trying hard to raise his head. He was trying very hard to raise his head. Because the towering "mountain" was pressing on his back, he was leaning forward, his chest almost pressing on his knees. His head naturally lowered...

a long time.

He finally raised his head.

Although his eyes were hollow and still flowing with mysterious golden blood, he could vaguely "see" a long white jade staircase emerging from the sea of ​​fire.

There are 108 white jade steps, but they go from top to bottom.

The young monk did not see how many steps there were, nor did he know where the steps led to or why they appeared. However, he felt a familiar atmosphere from the white jade steps, just like his hometown.

This white jade staircase seems to lead to my hometown and my native land.

But where is my hometown?

He raised his head with great effort and difficulty, silently "looking" at it, "looking" at why it appeared.

He is "watching" and waiting.

Finally, a vague figure appeared on the white jade stairs and headed towards the sea of ​​fire.

There seemed to be twelve wisps of gray fog entwined around this blurry figure.

The gray fog was swirling, as if it had turned into a golden bell, protecting the blurry figure inside.

"Is it someone from my hometown?"

The young monk's lips were moving, as if he was speaking.

But not a single word came out.

Perhaps it was because he raised his head for too long, and his head was pushed down again, or perhaps it was because the "mountain" on his back was too heavy.

He took a moment to catch his breath and looked up again.

The figure on the white jade stairs was closer and clearer, and looked like a young man.

"My fellow countrymen, please don't come in, please don't come in..."

The young monk was speaking, but only his lips were moving, and no sound came out.

It's not that he didn't want to say it out loud, but that he couldn't say it.

bang——

The sea of ​​fire seemed to explode in an instant.

The raging fire was rising and expanding, suddenly burning towards the white jade stairs, attacking the young man on the stairs. But at this moment, the twelve wisps of gray mist wrapped around the young man spun at high speed and turned into a gray bronze bell, blocking the raging fire.

However, the fire was so fierce that it could destroy the world and even burn the bronze bell red.

Click click click.

Under the burning fire.

The bronze bell was like glass, with countless cracks appearing on it, forcing the young man inside the bell to take several steps back.

Then the young man in the clock disappeared.

The white jade stairs appeared and disappeared in the blazing fire, and it seemed that they might disappear at any time.

Although the young monk was reluctant to leave his hometown people, when he saw that the people from his hometown disappeared, he knew that they might have returned to their hometown.

He also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, whether in the mysterious ancestral land or everywhere in the world of Kyushu, an astonishing scene appeared.

"Ah, look, the statue of the Bodhisattva seems to be falling down."

In a temple in a small world, someone happened to look at the standing statue of Bodhisattva, but saw that the statue was gradually bent by the weight.

Upon hearing this, many people looked towards the Bodhisattva statue and saw that the tall Bodhisattva statue was bent over.

It seems to be carrying a heavy burden.

"No way! It was standing straight just now, how come it suddenly bends over? This is a statue of a Bodhisattva, why is the Bodhisattva bending over?"

“Is this going to fall?”

"When was this Bodhisattva statue built? Why did it collapse so quickly?"

The pilgrims and tourists in the temple were all a little surprised, and many pilgrims put their palms together and chanted Buddhist mantras.

The monks in the temple were all terrified.

"I think it's not that the Bodhisattva statue is about to fall, but that it seems to be bent by something."

Someone frowned and examined him.

"Oh, it seems so. I have this feeling, as if the Bodhisattva is really bent by something." Everyone was stunned when they heard it, and when they looked carefully, it seemed to be true.

"Look, look, the eyes of the Bodhisattva seem to be gone." Someone pointed at the eyes of the Bodhisattva and said loudly, "It was there just now, but it's gone all of a sudden. What's going on?"

"Why does it look like it was dug out? It feels so weird."

“It seems to have been dug out.”

"What's that flowing?"

"Red... No, it's gold. It can't be blood, right? But how can blood be gold?"

"The blood of ordinary people is indeed red, but the blood of Bodhisattva is golden. So, it is indeed blood. Is the Bodhisattva bleeding?"

"The Buddha statue is bleeding?"

At this moment, the pilgrims and tourists in the temple all felt uneasy.

The monks in the temple sat cross-legged in agony, with their backs bent, eyes gouged out, and bleeding, with their palms clasped together as they chanted sutras.

"Little Master, what's going on with this Bodhisattva statue?"

"Yes, little master."

This is not just the case in this small world; it is true for almost the entire world of Kyushu.

When countless monks saw the bleeding Bodhisattva statue, they suddenly felt sad, as if the Bodhisattva was suffering for them.

And in their hearts, there is inexplicable pain.

How could this be?
In a temple.

A very old monk was helped out by two young monks. His eyes, which were looking at the Bodhisattva statue, suddenly widened.

In a trance.

The old monk seemed to see a statue of the Bodhisattva, which was being burned by a raging fire, with countless souls behind it...

Bodhisattvas are suffering endless pain for those souls.

Even though he was burned by the fire, he refused to let go.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The old monk walked sadly.

What a spirit of self-sacrifice!
"My Buddha is compassionate!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

All the monks in the temple are chanting it.

At this moment, it seemed that all the monks in the Kyushu world were chanting...

In a raging fire.

The vaguely visible white jade staircase appeared clearly again.

The young man who had fallen down stepped onto the stairs again and walked towards the sea of ​​fire, which startled the young monk and he said, "Go!"

But he still couldn't say it.

The young man seemed to be trying hard to see what he was going to say.

The young monk was constantly suffering from terrible mental torture, which caused his mind to change drastically and even caused him to have hallucinations. In fact, at this moment, the young monk could not tell whether what he was "seeing" was real or an illusion.

"Go, go, go!"

His lips were moving and he was talking frantically.

But the young man on the white jade stairs got closer and had already reached the end of the stairs. He was only one step away from falling into the raging fire. Although the sea of ​​fire was very terrifying, the white jade stairs seemed to be not simple either. They actually withstood the burning of the fire again and again. Moreover, one end was directly across the sea of ​​fire, and it was still intact...

The young man is talking about something at this moment.

However, the young monk could neither hear nor see what he was saying.

He looked at the young man and said, "My fellow countryman, since you have come here, can you agree to a request from me?"

It’s a pity that young people still can’t hear it.

But in the young man's eyes, it seemed as if the young monk was asking for something from him.

This is not an illusion!
The young monk was really looking at him, really asking for something.

So he nodded.

now.

The young monk in the sea of ​​fire smiled and passed on the Buddhist teachings he had learned throughout his life. He passed on the Buddhist teachings he had learned throughout his life through the young man and the white jade stairs...

And also at this moment.

The Bodhisattva statue, which had been bleeding, suddenly stopped bleeding.

However, a tear shed from the Bodhisattva statue, in which countless golden runes shone, exuding a strong Buddhist atmosphere.

The inheritance of Buddhism!

In the vast world of Kyushu.

Each and every statue of Bodhisattva is filled with an atmosphere of sadness and misery.

But hidden in the sad atmosphere is the young monk's lifelong learning.

As long as the people in the world understand the sorrow and suffering, they will get his recognition and inheritance. At this moment, tears with golden runes are dripping from the Bodhisattva statue, but no one knows where they are dripping.

But at this time.

The twelve wisps of gray mist around the young man began to spin at high speed again.

Seems to be on guard against something.

The young monk who was passing on the Buddhist teachings changed his face greatly, and shouted in horror: "No! Go! Go! They are going to kill us, they are going to kill us, we will never let them kill us to our ancestral land..."

"Cut off the connection!"

"quick!"

It seems like at this moment.

The young monk finally knew where the white jade stairs came from.

The white jade stairs come from the legendary ancestral land, the origin and foundation of everything in Kyushu...

It seems to be related to the Ninth Ancestor as well.

In fact, the Jiuzhou ancestral land is the most mysterious existence in the universe. Whether it is real or not is still an unsolved mystery...

Say it's not real.

It seems that it does not really exist in the universe, but only exists in the hearts of all living beings in the Nine Provinces.

The Celestials have been searching for their ancestral land of Kyushu since the end of the ancient times but have failed to find it.

Even someone as powerful as Tianzun cannot find the ancestral land of Jiuzhou.

But at this moment.

A mysterious and strange black needle suddenly appeared in the raging fire and flew towards the white jade steps.

Buzz!

Twelve wisps of gray mist turned into a golden bell, blocking the black needle's first attack.

But the black needle did not stop, and continued to attack the young man, emitting an extremely strange aura, as if it could corrode the world. And when the black needle attacked, a black knife suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​fire. The black knife followed the mysterious connection between the young monk and the white jade stairs, entered the world of the white jade stairs, and slashed at the young man.

"No!"

The young monk yelled, but he couldn't even raise his head, and couldn't stop anything. At this moment, he suddenly understood why he had been imprisoned here and didn't die...

Perhaps the Celestials wanted to find a breakthrough from him.

Thus, the ancestral land of Kyushu was found.

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(End of this chapter)