"Well, I know you, Jin Chanzi, the disciple of Tathagata Buddha." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva arranged the tea set, poured a cup of tea for Tang Sen, put down the teapot in his hand, and said with a smile.

"Taste, this is the characteristic of my underworld. The Anshen Tea, which uses the other side of the flower as the tea leaves, and the water at the junction of the Yellow Spring and Forget River as the tea water, carefully mixing it, which can increase the power of the soul and concentrate quietly."

At this time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was no longer at the door. At this time, he was wearing a cassock, hanging a garland, wearing a crown, holding a jewel, and looking at him with a smile.

Different occasions have different identities. Usually he is just himself, but now he is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the two do not conflict.

Tang Sen was not surprised that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva revealed his identity in one word. Journey to the West was a major event in Buddhism, so naturally there was no reason why the Bodhisattva was not aware of the cause and effect.

He picked up the teacup in front of him and sipped it all. He had a faint bitter taste in his mouth, which gradually deepened. When he was full of bitterness, a little sweetness slowly emerged from it.

Originally, the bitterness suppressed the soul, and Tang Sen felt more and more tired and darker, but as he returned to his mouth, the suppressed soul power seemed to be a blowout, becoming stronger and stronger, until he reached the peak of Taiyi Sanxian. Finally, with a "pop" sound, it broke through the shackles of Taiyi Jinxian.

Tang Sen's face was overjoyed. Most of the time his realm was raised by the system and ginseng fruit. Although it was quick, it also lacked precipitation. Especially the power of the soul, it has always been Tang Sen's weakness. His soul was like a ball of cotton, but he was just fat.

But now, it is completely solid. If it was originally soft cotton, it is now the steel that has been refined.

Tang Sen never expected that it was this cup of tea that solved his hidden illness. Even if it was so bitter, Tang Sen was happy at this time.

"Good tea, good tea, thank you for the gifts of the Bodhisattva." Tang Sen thanked Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with gratitude.

"No need to do this, you and I have a fate. I feel the power of the same origin in you." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with a smile, but he did not renew his tea for him again.

"Although this tea is good, you should not eat it. If you have this luck, you are well aware of the principle of suffering and sweetness." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva admires Tang Sen quite well.

When Tang Sen heard what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, he pondered for a moment, lifted up the monk's robe on his arm, revealing the patterns of dragon claws.

"Oh, you and I have such a fate." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in surprise, and his arms were exposed. The two dragon patterns were exactly the same.

At this time, the dragon patterns on Tang Sen's hand emitted dazzling light, and the sound of a dragon roar came faintly. The dragon patterns on Ksitigarbha's arm also emitted roars, as if responding.

"Bodhisattva, I don't know how this tattoo came about?" Tang Sen explained hesitantly. It can't be said that it was a reward from the system.

"No need to do this. This pattern is the great dragon of heaven and the dragon of protectors of Buddhism. I will only choose those who have made great contributions to Buddhism. I only obtained this pattern when I entered hell. I am a great way of fate." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smiled and stopped his explanation.

If you have your own personal opportunities, why do you need to dig into the bottom line?

"My friend is here to come to me for tea this time, right?" Ksitigarbha asked with a smile, pinching the Buddhist beads in his hand.

After hearing what Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, Tang Sen woke up. He was too devoted to the conversation just now and almost forgot about the important matter this time.

"I'm not hiding the Bodhisattva, this time I came to the underworld, one was to visit the Bodhisattva and admire the great masters, and the other was that I was passing by the Wuji Kingdom on the way to the west to obtain the scriptures. A king was harmed by a monster. This time I wanted to come to the underworld to find his soul and help him return to his sun." Tang Sen said respectfully.

"Oh, there is such a thing?" After hearing this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pondered for a moment and sent a message to summon his disciples.

A young monk walked slowly and stood respectfully on the lower side.

"Daoming, please accompany Sanzang for a trip." This Daoming was a disciple accepted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva before he became a monk. Ksitigarbha had two disciples in his life, one was Duke Min, and the other was Daoming. These two were still father-son relationships.

After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great vow to pass through hell, they also came to the underworld with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and they stayed for tens of thousands of years.

"Sanzang, is it easy to say whether it is easy to say whether it is difficult to say whether it is difficult to say it is difficult. I will let you go. Then the King of Hell give me some thin face." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned his head and said kindly to Tang Sen.

"So, thank you Bodhisattva." Tang Sen was overjoyed.

This time, I really wanted to visit this great Bodhisattva in Buddhism and see if I could ask for help. The underworld really may not sell the face of him as a visitor, but they will definitely sell the face of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. This time I received the help of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it can be said that this matter has been for sure.

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't seen such an outstanding junior appear in my Buddhist sect for a long time." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with a smile.

"Journey to the West is a big deal, so I won't keep you for too long. Sanzang, you should leave early."

"Thank you to the Bodhisattva, I am indeed carrying my mission, so it is not convenient to stay for a long time. When the Journey to the West is over, I will come to my house to apologize." Tang Sen respectfully accused him.

This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a true great Bodhisattva in Buddhism. His body's cultivation is far beyond some Buddhas. He just made a great wish that "hell will not be empty, and he will not become a Buddha." He used the body of a Bodhisattva to save billions of souls. It is truly great compassion.

Facing this true master, Tang Sen was full of respect and did not dare to neglect the slightest.

After saying that, Tang Sen got up from the couch and respectfully performed a Buddhist ritual.

"Holy Monk, please." Daoming smiled and stretched out his right hand to guide the way forward.

Tang Sen didn't hesitate and stood up to follow.

The two of them walked along the way. The wandering souls who were coming and going on the road stopped to salute Daoming, with a respectful look. Daoming also smiled and returned the salute, and could not find any fault.

"Don't mind the holy monk. The wandering souls here are all favored by the masters. I don't dare to be arrogant. I naturally walk a little slower." Daoming finished his ritual and turned to explain to Tang Sen.

"What are you saying? I admire the virtues of the Bodhisattva very much. How dare I disrespect you? The little master has learned the true teachings of the Bodhisattva very much, and I admire them very much." Tang Sen said politely.

This is really not too polite. Daoming seems to be not very old, but his behavior has his own majesty and demeanor, which is very comparable to that of a famous teacher. The disciples of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are naturally extraordinary.

"The Holy Monk is awarded." Daoming said modestly. The next journey was farther and farther away from this center, and the wandering souls on the road were much less, so the two of them naturally accelerated their pace.

After a while, I saw the horse face waiting in place.

The horse face was happy when he saw Tang Sen come out and quickly shouted loudly.

"Holy monk, holy monk, I'm here."

Daoming naturally saw the horse face shouting at this side, and looked at Tang Sen with inquisitiveness.

"This is one of the people who came to this underworld. Well, I can be said to be a friend, thanks to him bringing me to this Yinshan Mountain." Tang Sen explained with a smile.

Then, the two walked towards the horse face.

"Come on, I will introduce you to you. This is a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Master Daoming." Tang Sen pulled Daoming and introduced to the horse face.

When Ma Ming heard this, he stood there in horror and said nothing.

Tang Sen was not surprised to see his appearance. This was quite a matter of being a country's lower-level constable who met his royal relatives, so he naturally couldn't believe it.

"This is a secret mess in the underworld, Mamama." Tang Sen looked at Mamama again and introduced to Daoming.

"Amitabha, I have met the donor." Daoming did not restrain himself at all and bowed openly, not looking down on him because of his low status as a horse face.

This greeting awakened the horse face. When he saw the disciples of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva bow to him, he was very nervous.

"I've seen the master, I've seen the master." The horse face bowed repeatedly, bent her waist very low, almost level with the ground, and her tone was full of fear.

"Don't be nervous, Horse Face, I'm going to trouble you to lead the way this time. I'm the first time I came to Guidi, and Master Daoming has lived in the temple for a long time and is not very familiar with this process." Tang Sen said with a smile, alleviating the embarrassment of Horse Face.

He understood the feeling of this horse face very well. When he was 996 in his previous life, he would fall into this embarrassing situation when he saw his boss, manager, etc. After all, he put himself in a low position.

Ma Mian glanced at Tang Sen with gratitude, "It should be, it should be, the holy monk has something to do, and the little natural person is unshirkable."

As he spoke, his expression fell into tangle.

"But, the young man still doesn't know what happened to the holy monk coming to the underworld?"

Tang Sen patted his bald head with a wry smile, "Look at my brain, I blame me, I forgot to mention it."

"I came to the underworld this time because there was a king from Wuji Kingdom who died unjustly. I wanted to try to save him. I wonder if this is feasible?" Tang Sen tried to ask Mama.

The underlying implementers who are the most familiar with this kind of thing, such as the bull head and horse face, and also know how to follow the process. It can be said that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not know the details they know.

"This, this..." Ma Ming was quite embarrassed.

"It is said that this dead man is going back to the sun, but since he is a saint monk, that person will die in vain. Maybe he can do it. Let me take two of you to visit King Yama first. Is it okay if he wants to tell me if it is done?" Ma Ming thought for a while and said.

"That's good, that's okay, that's a troublemaker." Tang Sen pondered for a moment and said, "As we go to the countryside, we still have to follow other people's rules in this underworld. It's not impossible to force it away. However, neither of us looks very good on both sides. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can naturally suppress it, but it's really unnecessary.

If you really offend the underworld for a dead soul, it would be better than God to ask Laojun for a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill.

"Then, holy monk, master, please come here." Mama greeted and walked ahead to lead the way.

The three of them walked through Yinshan Mountain and passed Huangquan. They saw the towering Wangxiangtai and walked into the mighty and gloomy gate of hell. They passed by the eighteenth floor of hell. Tang Sen could hear the wailing of the ghosts.
Chapter completed!