Chen Yi agreed with Lao Fo's point of view and stopped the topic.
The two chatted for a while.
At the time of parting, the old Buddha was about to fly into the clouds and mist, when Chen Yi suddenly stopped him and asked seemingly casually: "Did you do that incident at Lingshan?"
The old Buddha froze for a moment, but when he recovered, his face turned blank and he asked:
"Lingshan? What happened to Lingshan?"
"You know what I'm asking."
Chen Yi picked off a willow leaf casually, played with it and pointed out something: "Some things are fooling the people below. At your level, don't do this."
"ha…"
The old Buddha smiled awkwardly, touched the tip of his nose, and then said seriously: "This matter really has nothing to do with the underworld. They were already like this before I was reincarnated into Lingshan."
"Fellow Taoist has been undercover in Lingshan for so many years, but you haven't noticed any clues?"
Chen Yi looked at Old Buddha:
"Don't tell me that you don't hear what's going on outside the window and your eyes don't see the world."
Although there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, pointing directly to the essence of things. No matter how advanced the disguise was, it was in vain.
Eyes facing each other.
The old Buddha was silent.
The more amazing and talented people are, the more curious they are. They are both extremely humble and extremely conceited. It is obviously difficult to satisfy their thirst for knowledge by following the rules.
This can be seen from the fact that the old Buddha dared to use the plan of killing mortals to transform into a god Buddha.
He was afraid of being killed by Chen Yi simply because he felt that the method of death was too oppressive. If he died while spying on the forbidden process, then it would be a well-deserved death, and he would be happy to do so.
The entire Lingshan Mountain, from the Buddha to the Quni, was corroded and polluted. It was impossible for him not to be tempted by such a big secret that would shock the past and the present and be recorded in the annals of history.
"It can't be said that there is none at all."
a long time.
The old Buddha spoke in a faint tone:
"Alas, looking at the world of the underworld for more than thousands of years, this is the first time that this poor monk has encountered a person with your immortal appearance and holy bones and his mind like a monster...Have you heard of the Styx River?"
"Styx?"
Chen Yi subconsciously thought of the ancient novel from his previous life - the Ancestor of Styx.
"Is it also part of the underworld?"
"Your Majesty thinks too highly of the underworld."
The old Buddha shook his head and said: "This is a river that has been passed down since ancient times. It does not belong to any force, it just happens to be rooted in the underworld."
"Records in ancient books."
"Its birth brought together all the most evil and filthy energies in the nine heavens and ten earths."
"Even the ancient ones above the gods are very afraid. Looking at the underworld, I am afraid that only Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who has the great kindness and compassion of Bodhisattva, has only explored a few..."
Chen Yi was slightly startled and couldn't help blurting out:
"Isn't this the boundless sea of blood?"
"Boundless sea of blood?"
The old Buddha raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement:
"It's more appropriate than the River Styx."
Chen Yi's mind moved slightly.
Apparently, the other party didn't know the origin of the boundless sea of blood.
but.
After thinking about it, Bai Huer's face came in person to meet God's will, and the origin of the sea of blood that he spent a lot of time planning for himself naturally couldn't be that kind of vulgar thing.
It’s no surprise that little is known about it.
"Whether it is the River Styx or the Sea of Blood, the name is not the important point. The important point is that in its depths, there is the corpse of an ancient demon buried, the last ancient demon in the world..."
Old Buddha's eyes were deep and lost in memories:
"Back then, there was a riot in the Styx River, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suppressed it alone. However, after the war, he and the demon body disappeared together. No one knows where they went."
"Since that day."
"The evil spirits and demonic thoughts under the River Styx were like wild horses running loose, venting like wild horses. It was at that time that Lingshan was unknowingly eroded by the demonic thoughts."
"By the time they realized it, it was too late. In order to avoid making a big mistake, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were forced to kill themselves, and the sea of consciousness divided into good and evil thoughts."
"The embodiment of good thoughts fled into the vastness with the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism, and disappeared from sight. The embodiment of evil thoughts took advantage of the situation to occupy the magpie's nest, claiming to be orthodox in Buddhism and fooling all living beings..."
really.
It is very similar to what the ghost king Liu Zhu captured earlier said.
and.
It seems that every time there is a great change in the world, the ancient demons can be seen. They hide behind the scenes to confuse people's hearts and manipulate the general trend of the world at will. They will not be restless even after death.
certainly.
They don't have the ability to stand in front of the scene, maybe they did in the past.
The ancient demon lineage has been extinct since the Immortal Era. Chan Hongyi can only be regarded as a demon cultivator. Even if the demon blood is cultivated in the body, there is still a huge gap between the ancient real demons.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for clarifying my doubts."
This trip was fruitful, and Chen Yi bowed his hands to the old Buddha in black to thank him.
"Serious words."
The old Buddha returned the gift, and then said, half jokingly and half tentatively: "If you really want to thank me, why don't you ask your disciple to cut off two ounces of your flesh and give it to me to save me from the catastrophic death of my life."
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows.
Thinking that the two parties were currently in a cooperative relationship, he simply said bluntly: "Actually, the scoundrel is not the reincarnation of a golden cicada. When he goes out, his identity is given by himself."
Old Buddha's eyes widened, as if he was shocked.
But, it didn't take long.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bright, and he stared directly at Chen Yi. He took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "But she...is really the ninth generation golden cicada!"
