The ambush location was chosen in a place called "Mangyuan Valley".
According to Ma Qing, this Mangyuan Valley is only more than three hundred miles away from the Wuchen Temple on the border of the White Lotus Pure Land, and the abbot of the Wuchen Temple is the senior brother of the Bodhisattva he was dealing with, a first-grade Bodhisattva.
The most important thing is that there is a teleportation formation in Wuchen Temple that can teleport Bodhisattvas three thousand miles around in an instant, so as long as there is not a large army pressing down on the area, it is safe no matter what.
Regarding this arrangement, Chen Luo turned cold.
If they are safe, wouldn't Chen Luo's side be unsafe?
Ma Qing quickly explained that the Mangyuan Valley was originally one of the escape routes prepared by Lai Junchen. There was a formation in it that could block the outside world from sensing fifteen breaths of time.
If Chen Luo's sudden appearance hadn't caught Lai Junchen off guard, he might have escaped even if Emperor Lin wanted to order him to be punished.
Chen Luo and Lin Huang discussed the plan, and Lin Huang did not object to Chen Luo's idea of leading the team in person. He just asked Shangguan Wan'er and Hei Te Changzhi to protect him closely. He said lightly, "No harm is allowed," and then issued an order to allocate funds. Lost fifty thousand souls.
Everything went according to plan, and sure enough, after executing the two royal officials and delivering the bottle of 50,000 souls, Ma Qing received a reply just two days later——
"Three petals will be seen the next day in the wilderness!"
Three petals refers to the time when the three petals of the white lotus fall. In the Netherworld, it is obvious that the sun cannot be used as the unit of time, so the great Bodhisattva of the White Lotus Pure Land refined a white lotus. This white lotus has a total of twelve petals, and one petal falls at a fixed time to replace the ten in the human world. Two hours.
That night, Chen Luo quietly left Zhongjing City with Cui and Zhong Erban, Shangguan Wan'er, Hei Te Changzhi, and a hundred Shengxiang Great Sages.
But Chen Luo didn't know that at the same time as he set off, Emperor Lin took a puff of cigarette in the Tongming Palace, slowly exhaled it, and said softly: "Mr. Di Ge, I'm sorry to trouble you."
A voice full of holy power sounded in the Tongming Palace: "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will protect him."
…
One day later, Mangyuan Valley.
There were no twists and turns in the progress of the matter. Jiman Bodhisattva, who was the target, was just a little careful about the time and delayed the arrival of half a petal. After getting Ma Qing's identity confirmation, Chen Luo immediately activated the formation laid out by Lai Junchen. With the help of the law, everyone swarmed forward and successfully captured Jiman Bodhisattva and his party in an instant, and quickly escaped, returning to Dafeng in only half a day.
It was surprisingly smooth.
But if you think about it from another angle, this is normal. After all, Ji Man is just a little-known Bodhisattva, and Dafeng doesn't have to waste any effort to catch him.
Moreover, after coming to Junchen to commit suicide, the soul trading from Dafeng instantly stopped. The 200,000 souls proposed by Ma Qing are indeed tempting!
People die for money, birds die for food, even false Bodhisattvas cannot escape this heavy greed.
…
Returning to Fengdu City, Yin Lusi was promoted to the throne again, and Chen Luo wore royal robes and sat on the throne. There is a magic circle on this king's robe. As long as Chen Luo is willing, he can change his appearance and cover up his yang aura.
At this time, Shangguan Wan'er shook the treasure in her hand, and a fat monk who was tied up suddenly fell to the ground. The fat monk raised his head and glanced at Chen Luo, frowning slightly: "I don't know which king is it, who spent so much effort to capture this poor monk."
"The poor monk only deals with some sundries in the Pure Land. I'm afraid he doesn't know anything that the king is interested in!"
Chen Luo stared blankly at the Jiman Bodhisattva. This Jiman Bodhisattva had a fleshy face, many black moles scattered on his face, and a big belly. He had no trace of the majestic appearance of the Pure Land.
"You mean you won't say anything?" Chen Luo raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "Eighteen levels of hell, walk around!"
"Yes!" The bull-headed horse-faced man immediately accepted the order, left the shift, hooked Jiman Bodhisattva with a hook, and walked towards the eighteenth level of hell.
…
Two hours later.
The bull-headed horseman returned, with the Jiman Bodhisattva who had lost a lot of weight behind him. At this time, Jiman Bodhisattva no longer had the fierce look he had at the beginning, but looked at Chen Luo in the main seat with some fear.
To be honest, the eighteen levels of hell in the Posas Pure Land are particularly harmful to the false Buddhas in the White Lotus Pure Land.
"Tell me..." Chen Luo asked again.
Jiman Bodhisattva was stunned for a moment: "Wang Jia, what did I say?"
Chen Luo frowned again: "Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be stupid? One more round of the eighteenth level of hell."
Ox head, horse face: Yes!
Jiman Bodhisattva shouted: "Your Majesty, you ask first! You ask first! You ask me first..."
Before he finished speaking, he was dragged out of the lobby by a bull-headed horse-faced man and headed towards the eighteenth level of hell.
Another two hours passed.
The bull-headed horse-face returned again. Najiman Bodhisattva had become skinny and skinny, with dull eyes. This time he just entered the hall and saw Chen Luo. He quickly broke away from the hook, knelt down heavily, kowtowed repeatedly, and said: "Your Majesty, I’ll say anything, I’ll say anything!”
"What do you want to know? The little monk knows everything and can tell you everything!"
Shangguan Wan'er pushed Chen Luo, and Chen Luo woke up from his sleep and glanced at Jiman Bodhisattva: "Why don't you let me sleep for another two hours? A bull-headed horse-faced..."
"Your Majesty, please spare my life!" Jiman Bodhisattva's voice suddenly rose, "Ask your mercy and ask me."
Chen Luo sighed irritably, sat up straight, and asked: "Where did the souls you obtained from the previous trade with Lai Junchen be used?"
When Jiman Bodhisattva heard this question, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It is used to lay the reincarnation channel that can move the luck of the world. The purpose is to introduce the luck of the human world into the netherworld."
Chen Luo nodded and asked: "How to operate it specifically?"
Jiman Bodhisattva frowned, hesitated, and said: "This... little monk really doesn't..."
"Bull head and horse noodles!"
"Young monk knows something, knows something!" Jiman Bodhisattva quickly changed his words.
He also had concerns in his mind at this time, even if Prince Dafeng knew about his plan for the White Lotus Pure Land, so what! Is there still a way to notify the world?
Your life is important, so there’s no harm in talking about it!
"Back to the king, I, the White Lotus Pure Land, have already secretly saved several Dharma Protector Bodhisattvas in the human world!"
"When the time is right, these Dharma-protecting Bodhisattvas will simultaneously drive the Dharma and mobilize the power of the Wanli Avenue to connect the human world and the White Lotus Pure Land in a short period of time."
"At that time, the power of all sentient beings in the White Lotus Pure Land will be gathered to absorb the luck in an instant, and then close the passage."
"This is the plan of White Lotus Pure Land."
Chen Luo frowned when he heard this.
The plan sounds very reckless, but I have to say that it is indeed feasible.
If this channel can really be opened, with the strength of the White Lotus Pure Land, it is completely possible to absorb the luck of this bloodline tide in an instant without any calculation.
The key to this plan is the arrival of the Dharma Protector Bodhisattva.
"Who are those Dharma-protecting Bodhisattvas?" Chen Luo asked again.
Jiman Bodhisattva frowned and looked at Chen Luo with some confusion.
Why do you ask? So what if you know?
"Bull head and horse face!" Chen Luo shouted again.
"I say, I say!" Jiman Bodhisattva trembled all over and said quickly, "The young monk only knows that there are four Dharma Protector Bodhisattvas, and they are codenamed Buddha A, Buddha B, Buddha B, and Buddha Ding!"
"Gone?"
"Gone……"
"Bull head and horse noodles!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiman Bodhisattva continued to say, "To perform such rituals requires a large amount of Netherworld Death Qi. These living souls are actually containers of Netherworld Death Qi."
"Every period of time, we will send a batch of transformed soul containers into the human world and hand them over to the Dharma Protector Bodhisattva."
"The young monk is appreciated by the master and is responsible for connecting with the Buddha Ding Bodhisattva. Buddha Ding Bodhisattva... is the bloodline of the golden-winged roc of the Peng clan and a first-class great sage named Jinyue."
"But the young monk knows that in order to save him, our Buddhist sect in the Western Regions paid a heavy price. We specifically hunted and killed the overlord-level Ming Kun in the sea of blood and gave it to Jin Yue. It is expected to refine the Yin and Yang Kunpeng bloodline."
Chen Luo's eyes lit up: "Yin Yang Kunpeng bloodline!"
"Yes." Anyway, so much has been explained, and the last bit is not missing, so Jiman Bodhisattva continued, "Because this plan is related to the underworld, I am the only one who knows the true identity of the Great Sage Jinyue, and the one who is responsible for this plan The great Bodhisattva."
"Buddha A, Buddha B, and Buddha B are all like this!"
Chen Luo was silent for a moment: "When you arrive in the human world, how do you contact Jin Yue?"
"Use this!" Jiman Bodhisattva concluded that the Netherworld King in front of him was just bored because he asked so many questions, so he turned his hand and a pair of jade-colored wooden fish appeared in his hand.
"In the southern wilderness of the human world, if I ring this jade-colored wooden fish at intervals of three short and two long, the golden mountain will come to find me."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand, sucked the jade-colored wooden fish into his hand, and said coldly: "You can't go to the human world if you bully me, so you just make up these lies to deceive me?"
"Bull head and horse noodles!"
"Your Majesty, calm down your anger! Your Majesty, calm down your anger!" Najiman Bodhisattva quickly shouted, "Everything the young monk said is true. You can't go to the human world anyway, so why bother if I lie?"
"The young monk can use the spiritual realm to make an oath of inner demons. If he makes a false statement, the Tao will collapse and people will perish!"
When Chen Luo heard this, he waved his hand to make the bull-headed horse-faced man retreat temporarily.
"Since you are so sincere, then make an oath!" Chen Luo nodded, "Add one more thing, don't reveal today's events to anyone, and I will let you go back to the White Lotus Pure Land!"
Jiman Bodhisattva was overjoyed: "Really?"
Chen Luo nodded: "Of course, we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future!"
Jiman Bodhisattva nodded quickly: "What Wang Jia said is that we can continue with Junchen's transaction..."
Chen Luo stood up without comment and walked out of the courtroom.
…
Tongming Hall.
After listening to Chen Luo's report, Emperor Lin puffed out the smoke several times before slowly saying: "What are your plans?"
"I want to go back to the human world."
Emperor Lin frowned slightly: "Is the true body returning?"
Chen Luo nodded: "I have sensed it. Because the prisoners of the Eighteenth Level Hell have been transferred to the Abyss Hell, a teleportation can be initiated to send my true body back to the human world."
"It should last about a month."
"When I come down this time, the bloodline tide will probably happen within half a month. It's just in time."
"Whether it's Bai Ze's identity or the plan of the Western Region Buddhism that I got this time, I can make some arrangements!"
Linhuang was silent for a moment and said: "The effect of reincarnation in the eighteenth level of hell is the escape route given to you by the Pure Land. If you use it this time, you won't know how long it will take to gather enough power to penetrate the world next time."
"This is just one of them. The second one is that the bloodline tide is the stage for the questing realm and the peak saint. Even half-saints and ancestral demons will take action frequently. Although you have good combat power, the danger is not small if you get involved in it."
"I won't stop you, but I want to ask you, have you really thought about it clearly?"
Chen Luo thought for a moment and nodded: "I originally wanted to take my sister back this time, but when I came to the underworld, I learned that you and the Buddhists sacrificed for my human race."
"I will definitely help you complete the road of life and death, so the power of returning to cross the world does not make much sense whether it is retained or not."
"As for the dangers in the bloodline tide..." Chen Luo thought for a while and suddenly smiled, "Actually, I am still very strong!"
"Ordinary seeking realms and peak saints may not be my opponents!"
Seeing Chen Luo's playful smile, Linhuang raised his hand and hit him on the head with the cigarette pole, then said: "Then stop talking nonsense, go and come back early!"
"Anyway, Yuanyang is gone. Let's leave some seeds before the war!" Emperor Lin said calmly, "If anything happens to you, we old guys can still have something to think about!"
Chen Luo: (?_?)
Uncle Master, from the underworld, you are so eloquent, can you say something auspicious?
How about you write a letter and I can bring it to Sixth Senior Sister to read?
"Okay, go get ready." Emperor Lin waved his hand, "I will keep an eye on that side of Haoli Mountain for you."
"Thank you, uncle!" Chen Luo stood up and saluted, turned around and walked out of the hall.
Looking at Chen Luo's back, Linhuang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took a deep breath from the cigarette holder, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"The human race has a genius for generations to come!"
"Father, maybe we can win this time!"
…
In the human world, in the southern wilderness, there is Weihu Mountain.
In the solemn dormitory, a depressing atmosphere filled the air. An old woman was walking back and forth in the dormitory on crutches.
Feng Nanzhi, who was leaning on the couch, put down the "Records of the Red Dust" in her hand, looked at the old woman, and said helplessly: "Azu, don't be upset. People who don't know think you are lecturing me?"
"I do think so!" Feng Feifei stopped and looked at Feng Nanzhi resentfully, "This time the bloodline tide has barely reached the emperor level. Now that the hidden danger of the White Tiger has been eliminated, you don't want to take this opportunity to be promoted to the ancestor level. Demon? Do you think I can stop being upset?"
Feng Nanzhi smiled faintly: "We have just completed the bloodline, and there are too many areas that need to be solid. In the final analysis, the bloodline tide is just a boost. I have emperor-level bloodline, so I am not lacking in this opportunity."
"Besides, during this bloodline tide, there will be a battle between the human race and the demon race. My target is too big, and I am afraid that I will be sniped by others together. I might as well take a step back and give the opportunity to other great saints of my tiger clan!"
Feng Feifei sat on the couch and looked at Feng Nanzhi. After a while, he shook his head slightly: "I just feel it is a pity. If you want to fight, with the strength of my tiger clan, no one can stop you!"
"Azu, I have my plan, so don't worry about it anymore..." Feng Nanzhi took Feng Feifei's hand and said softly.
Seeing Feng Nanzhi's appearance, Feng Feifei also sighed softly: "Okay, anyway, you have an idea, and I can't resist it!"
"But this time, Feng Bugui is very likely to advance. If you are still in the Great Saint realm, have you ever thought about how to get along with him?"
Feng Nanzhi's expression changed and she said calmly: "He is the backbone of our Tiger Clan, and being promoted to the Ancestral Demon Realm is a great thing for our Tiger Clan. I will definitely support him!"
"But other than that, I'm not interested in him!"
"If he thinks that he can coerce me by being promoted to the Ancestral Demon, then he is wrong!"
Seeing Feng Nanzhi's solemn expression, Feng Feifei nodded slightly and said, "I will communicate this matter with other elders!"
"But don't worry, you are of White Tiger blood, and you are the leader of the Tiger Clan! No one can change this!"
"Well..." Feng Nanzhi nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work, Azu."
Feng Feifei waved his hand, and his figure disappeared instantly.
Feng Nanzhi took a long breath at this time. Her hand unconsciously touched her lower abdomen gently, and then her eyes fell on the half-opened "Red Dust Record" lying on the pillow. At this time, a gust of wind He blew it and turned the page to the title page, where was Chen Luo's portrait.
"Hmph!" Feng Nanzhi raised her head and snorted softly, "What are you looking at? This matter has nothing to do with you!"
Immediately, Feng Nanzhi waved his hand, and a streak of blood hit the title page, burning two holes for the eyes on the portrait!
…
It's getting cooler at night.
Square inch mountain.
A gust of wind blew across Jingze Lake, and Fangcun Mountain suddenly shook.
All the monsters living on the mountain ran out and didn't understand what happened.
At this time, at the back of Fangcun Mountain, a spell engraved with "The Mighty Heavenly Dragon, the Great Law Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Bang" flew out from the mountain peak, and then the words of the mantra turned into a look. Dull monk.
On the other side, the ground in Fangcun Mountain suddenly cracked open, and a black shadow flew out from the center of the earth. It was the mountain spirit listening.
At this time, the monk and Di Ting stood facing each other. The demented monk clasped his hands and chanted, "The underworld rotates, and the Buddha wishes to return." A golden light flew out of his mouth. Di Ting also opened his mouth and shouted "Meow" , another golden ray of light flew out from Di Ting's mouth, and the two golden rays of light collided together, forming a golden vortex.
At this moment, Mastiff Lingling also arrived here. In Mastiff Lingling's sight, a figure slowly emerged from the golden vortex and walked out in the blink of an eye.
The moment the figure appeared, the wind stopped and the mountains became quiet!
"Mr... Young Master?" Mastiff Lingling's eyes widened.
Is this the master's true identity?
The young master has returned from the netherworld?
Has the lady been rescued?
Just the moment Chen Luo's feet landed, the golden vortex behind Chen Luo immediately dissipated.
At this time, Chen Luo first saluted the demented monk. The demented monk returned the salute and transformed it into the words on the spell again, which were introduced into the mountain. The mountain spirit came over on its own initiative, first rubbed Chen Luo's leg, and then He opened his mouth and took a bite, seemingly complaining that Chen Luo woke it up, then jumped back into the crack on the mountain.
Only then did Chen Luo look at Mastiff Lingling and said with a smile: "Master Mastiff, don't be surprised, this is a business trip!"
"Quickly, help me contact Uncle Wen and Sister-in-law Bai. I have important matters to discuss with them!"
"Also, let Zhuiyue prepare meals for me."
"The earth dragon stewed with leeks in the netherworld is really not something that a living person should eat!"
Listening to Chen Luo's rambling orders, it took a moment for the mastiff Lingling to react. He responded quickly, turned around and ran away. Only then did Chen Luo stretch his body.
"Sure enough, it's better to live in the underworld..."
…
Wutong forest, ten miles of peach color.
The peach blossoms are cool.
The Qinglong Emperor, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly woke up with a sudden jolt.
He felt it for a moment, and the wrinkles on his face almost knitted together.
"Why is he back?"
After thinking for a moment, Emperor Qinglong immediately made a guess.
"You brat, are you riding the tide of blood to come back and trick people?"
"Sure enough, Confucian disciples have a beautiful mouth, and if they cut their hearts open, they will all be black!"
"but……"
"What does it have to do with Laochan?"
Thinking of this, Emperor Qinglong lay down again, smelled the fragrance of the peach tree, and closed his eyes again.
I am just an old and decayed emperor. I have recently become disabled and cannot do anything. I can only admire flowers and grow peaches, just to survive.
I really can’t control what happens if something happens...
Thinking like this, even the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
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