"Compassion alone cannot save the world. We can only use the evil Dharma to save sentient beings in pain and awaken them, and then use the right Dharma to save all sentient beings.
Isn't Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's great wish to say, "Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha"? But which one was saved after not experiencing the torture of hell, repenting, and reforming?
You have to understand that you should not do good deeds easily without the means of King Kong. Kindness will feed the dog if you are not careful.
The kindness of the strong will be respected, and the kindness of the weak will be insulted! That hungry ghost ate the food you gave away, but stabbed your heart with a knife, making you feel bad, right? "
Sun Wukong smiled slightly at the end. This was a smile that saw through everything and regarded everything as a joke.
The hero Wang Fengyu who was reborn in the world of Jambudvipa has forgotten who he is, but he has never forgotten the compassion in his heart.
"Please fight the victorious Buddha and show me a clear way to expel ghosts and demons." He made a clear and straightforward plea.
"What's the reason?"
"In the human world, I met a kind-hearted family of three, and they helped me. But a demon appeared out of nowhere, brutally killed the parents of the family of three, and ate the daughter's soul."
"It's nothing, they are nothing."
Fengyu felt a pain in his chest, and there was a sad and lonely look between his eyebrows.
"Ordinary people see ants as insignificant, but they don't know the life above the way of heaven. They see everything in the world like ants.
But even ants have a meaning of existence. Is it wrong for me to want to save humble ants like me? "
"up to you."
Seeing Sun Wukong stop and rise in the air, with auspicious clouds and colorful lights floating around him, Feng Yu couldn't help but be distracted.
Something was wrapped around his waist. When he lowered his head, he saw that the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was encircling him like a soft rope.
The onlookers stared at the sky in confusion, watching as the golden cudgel dragged the screaming boy towards the sky.
"Where are we going? Can you let me fly in a normal position?"
Sun Wukong ignored the excited young man behind him and floated on the ethereal somersault cloud of fairy energy.
"One-sixth of the demons and monsters in Jambudvipa bow their heads to me. Without my presence, they will definitely disturb the peace of the three realms and the six paths."
"You mean that you haven't reincarnated because there are still rampant demons to surrender?
"Those who have not surrendered to me are scattered all over the world of Jambudvipa to create chaos, and some have become humans and mixed in human areas."
"It turns out that you, like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, don't give up on all living beings. When all the gods and Buddhas in the sky descend to earth to enter reincarnation, you choose to stay and guard the world."
Feng Yu stared at the holy and flawless bright figure, the lonely and vicissitudes of life in his eyes lingering.
"The Maitreya Mountain is surrounded by the blue sea, and the souls of countless demons and ghosts are suppressed under the sea. The famous Demon King is also sealed in the deep sea."
"Are you going to take me there?"
Feng Yu felt horrified and could not imagine what kind of terrifying scene it was.
"Not only do I want to take you there, but I also want you to get the Grant Sword."
This sword belongs to Grenn, the King of Demons, and is named after her. Silent in the abyss of the blue sea where mountains of skeletons and forests of bones form.
The black iron sword body was engraved with blood-red lines, and a quarter of it was inserted into the top of the piled up and raised corpses. It stood proudly like a solemn king.
There is no water in the abyss of the blue sea. The place is covered with rolling heads, severed hands and feet, broken bones and broken helmets and armor, and there are countless ancient and decaying weapons.
Feeling the strange movement in the deep sea, the soul of the demon sleeping in the pale and withered bones turned into black gas and floated in the sky, making babbling, ghostly and wolf howling screams.
Swords, spears, iron forks, iron pestles, iron spears, arrows, darts, halberds, and axes all trembled.
Only a long sword stood facing the wind, unaffected by the surrounding things, as calm and unshakable as ever.
The black mist that covered the sky swirled around the King of Swords, emitting ancient and mysterious murmurs.
"This aura...is the coming of Sun Wukong."
"I felt it. He had a human with him."
"My king, ten thousand years have passed. Is Sun Monkey here to reminisce with us?"
"If he doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason, he might be here with a purpose."
All kinds of confusing words were mixed together and organized into a noisy and strange movement.
"Don't make any noise!"
A deep and cold female voice sounded, and the intimidating monsters did not dare to speak.
For a moment, the silent atmosphere was like the shadow of death fermenting crazily.
When a ray of light broke through the deep sea, the dazzling golden light spread in all directions, illuminating the ancient battlefield ten thousand years ago with brilliant colors.
The holy light shrouded here, dispelling the never-ending darkness and coldness.
The light attracted the demon soul so much that he couldn't move his eyes away, showing fear in his eyes at the fighting Buddha from far to near.
He came with the light of the sun, moon and stars all over his body. He stayed over the mountains of corpses and cast a condescending gaze.
The demon sword Galan stood motionless, and the wisps of black energy seeping out from the sword turned into an illusory figure.
Feng Yu, who was tied up with five-flowered golden hoops, saw clearly that she was a beautiful woman clad in soft armor, with a tall and slender body, skin color and hair like blooming ink lotus, and red eyes as bright as burning flames.
"You have two choices: either stay here forever, or be used by him."
Sun Wukong grabbed Fengyu by the collar of his back and picked him up effortlessly like a little kid.
When seeing the young man's face, the illusory figure was slightly startled.
"Demon King Gren, look at this face clearly."
"Can't I see clearly? It's swollen like a pig's head."
"Haha, he is the heroic king respected by thousands of people in North Julu, one of the four major continents, where all living beings live. He was reborn in the world of Jambudvipa."
Feng Yu's face was so dark that he could not believe that Sun Wukong would reveal his life experience so openly.
The Demon King Ge Lan has been sealed in the Blue Sea Abyss for ten thousand years. He knows very little about the outside world and does not know who the famous King of Heroes is. He pretends to be calm and says: "What does the King of Heroes want to do when he is reborn in Jambudvipa?
"You have to ask him." Sun Wukong let go of his hand and watched coldly as the boy fell into the gloomy bones.
After the golden cudgel wrapped around his body flew away, Fengyu got up with difficulty.
Black mist floated over, swirling around him, making a sigh of surprise.
"The title King of Heroes is so great! It's like the lord of a country and the king of mankind."
"It's like being clothed with stars and glory."
"But why do you look so downcast? How can you show the slightest bit of the King of Heroes?"
"Have you become useless after rebirth? You look easy to bully."
The demon spirit pulled Feng Yu's clothes in a playful manner, tore his white hospital clothes, rubbed his black hair into a chicken coop, and bit his face and arms hard.
"Who were you beaten by? Your face was swollen like a pig."
"Although this human body is young, why is it so scarred?"
