"Well, I know you, Jin Chanzi, are disciples of Tathagata Buddha." Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha put the tea set in place, poured a cup of tea for Tang Sen, put down the teapot in his hand, and said with a smile.
"Try it, this is the specialty of my underworld, soothing tea, which is carefully blended with the flowers of the other side as tea leaves and the water at the junction of Huangquan and Wangchuan River. It can increase the power of the soul and calm down the mind."
At this time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva no longer looked like he was at the door. Now he was wearing a cassock, a necklace, a crown, holding a pearl, and looking at him with a smile.
Different situations have different identities. Normally he is just himself, but now he is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. There is no conflict between the two.
Tang Sen was not surprised at all when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva revealed his identity. The Journey to the West is a major event in Buddhism, so the Bodhisattva naturally does not know the cause and effect.
Picking up the tea cup in front of him, Tang Sen drank it all in one gulp. There was a faint bitter taste in his mouth at first, which gradually deepened. When his mouth was full of bitterness, a little sweetness slowly emerged from it.
Originally, the bitterness suppressed his soul, and Tang Sen felt more and more tired and gloomy. But as the sweet taste returned to his mouth, the suppressed power of his soul was like a blowout, getting stronger and stronger.
, until reaching the peak of Taiyi Sanxian, and finally broke through the shackles of Taiyi Golden Immortal with a "pop" sound.
Tang Sen's face was overjoyed. Most of the time, he relied on the system and ginseng fruit to improve his state. Although it was fast, it also lacked precipitation, especially the power of the soul, which had always been Tang Sen's weakness. The soul was like a ball of cotton.
Just puffy.
But now, it is completely solid. If it was soft cotton before, it is now hardened steel.
Tang Sen never expected that just this cup of tea would solve his hidden illness. Even though it was so bitter, Tang Sen was happy with it at this time.
"Good tea, good tea, thank you Bodhisattva for the gift." Tang Sen expressed his gratitude to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with great gratitude.
"It doesn't have to be like this, you and I are destined, and I feel the power of the same origin in you." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with a smile, but did not refill his tea.
"Although this tea is good, don't be gluttonous. You are blessed with this kind of nature, but you understand the principle of happiness after suffering." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva admired Tang Sen.
After Tang Sen heard Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva say this, he pondered for a moment and lifted up the monk's robe on his arm, revealing the pattern of dragon claws.
"Oh, you and I are so destined." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in surprise, revealing his arms. The dragon patterns on the two were exactly the same.
At this time, the dragon pattern on Tang Sen's hand shone with dazzling light, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring. The dragon pattern on Ksitigarbha's arm also emitted bursts of dragon roar, as if in response.
"Bodhisattva, I don't know where this tattoo came from?" Tang Sen explained hesitantly. It can't be said that it was rewarded by the system.
"It doesn't have to be like this. This tattoo is the mighty heavenly dragon of my Buddhism, the dragon that protects the Dharma. I will only choose people who have made great contributions to Buddhism. The poor monk also got this tattoo when he entered hell. It's a great fate, little friend."
Dharma." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stopped his explanation with a smile.
Individuals have their own personal opportunities, so why bother looking for the root cause?
"My little friend, you came here to have tea with me, right?" Ksitigarbha asked with a smile, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand.
After listening to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's words, Tang Sen suddenly woke up. He was so immersed in the conversation that he almost forgot about the serious matter this time.
"To be honest, Bodhisattva, I came to the underworld this time. Firstly, I came to visit the Bodhisattva and pay homage to the great virtue. Secondly, the poor monk passed by the Wuji Kingdom on his way to the west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. There was a king who was killed by monsters. This time I wanted to come to the underworld to find his soul and help him.
He returned Yang." Tang Sen said respectfully.
"Oh, is there such a thing?" After hearing this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pondered for a moment and sent a message to summon his disciples.
A young monk came slowly and stood respectfully below.
"Daoming, please accompany Sanzang on a trip." This Daoming was the disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva before he became a monk. Ksitigarbha had two disciples in his life, one was Min Gong, and the other was Daoming. These two were still
Father-son relationship.
After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great wish to go through hell, they followed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to this underworld and stayed there for tens of thousands of years.
"Sanzang, this matter is easier said than done. I, my disciple, will go with you, and the King of Hell will give the poor monk some respect." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned to Tang Sen and said kindly.
"So, thank you Bodhisattva." Tang Sen was overjoyed.
When I came here this time, I really wanted to pay a visit to the great virtuous Bodhisattva of Buddhism, and also to see if I could get help. The underworld might not sell him the face of a pilgrim, but they would definitely sell Ksitigarbha.
In the face of the Bodhisattva, with the help of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on this trip, it can be said that the matter has been finalized.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's been a long time since I saw such an outstanding descendant in our Buddhist sect." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with a smile.
"Journey to the West is such a big deal that I won't keep you much longer. Sanzang, you'd better leave early."
"Thank you Bodhisattva. It is true that the poor monk has a mission. It is inconvenient to stay longer. When the journey to the west is over, the poor monk will come to apologize in person." Tang Sen respectfully apologized.
This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a truly great Bodhisattva in Buddhism. His cultivation and Buddhist principles are far superior to those of other Buddhas. He only made a great wish: "I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty." In the body of a Bodhisattva, he will save hundreds of millions of dead souls.
It is truly a great mercy.
Facing this truly virtuous man, Tang Sen was full of respect and did not dare to show any slightness.
After saying that, Tang Sen stood up from the couch and bowed respectfully to the Buddha.
"Holy Monk, please." Daoming smiled and stretched out his right hand to lead the way.
Tang Sen didn't hesitate and got up to follow.
The two of them walked quickly, and the wandering souls coming and going on the road stopped to salute when they saw Dao Ming, with respectful expressions. Dao Ming returned the salute with a smile one by one, without any fault.
"Don't mind, holy monk. The wandering souls here are all benefactors from their masters. Poor monks don't dare to be arrogant. Naturally, they walk a little slower." Daoming finished his salute and turned to explain to Tang Sen.
"What are you talking about? The poor monk admires the Bodhisattva's virtues. An Gan is a little disrespectful. The young master has learned the true teachings of the Bodhisattva, and the poor monk also admires him." Tang Sen said politely.
These words are really not too polite. Daoming looks young, but his behavior has a certain dignity and bearing, which is very comparable to others. Famous teachers give birth to great disciples, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's disciples are naturally extraordinary.
"Holy Monk, thank you." Daoming said humbly. The next journey was getting further and further away from the center. There were fewer wandering souls on the road, so the two of them naturally accelerated their pace.
After a while, I saw Ma Mian waiting at the spot.
When the horse man saw Tang Sen coming out, he also looked happy and shouted loudly.
"Holy Monk, Holy Monk, I'm here."
Daoming naturally saw Ma Mian who was shouting in this direction, and turned back to look at Tang Sen inquiringly.
"This is one of the poor monks who came to this underworld. Well, we can say they are friends. Thanks to him for bringing the poor monks to this Yinshan Mountain." Tang Sen explained with a smile.
Immediately, the two of them walked towards the horse.
"Here, I will introduce to you, poor monk, this is Master Daoming, a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." Tang Sen pulled Daoming and introduced to Ma Mian.
When Ma Mian heard this, he froze in place in shock and remained silent for a long time.
Tang Sen was not surprised when he saw him like this. This was like a low-level police officer in the country seeing a relative of the emperor. Naturally, he couldn't believe it.
"This is the underworld agent, Ma Mian." Tang Sen looked at Ma Mian again and introduced him to Dao Ming.
"Amitabha, I have met the donor." Daoming showed no restraint and bowed generously, not looking down on Ma Mian at all because of his low status.
This greeting awakened Ma Mian, and when he saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's disciples saluting him, he was immediately flustered.
"Young man, I have seen the master, I have seen the master." Ma Mian saluted repeatedly, bending so low that it was almost level with the ground, and his tone was full of fear.
"Don't be nervous, Ma Mian. I have to trouble you to lead the way this time. This poor monk is coming to your place for the first time, and Master Daoming has also lived in the dojo for a long time, so he is not familiar with this process." Tang Sen said with a smile, and Ma Mian relaxed a little.
Faced with embarrassment.
He understands the feeling of this horse face very well. Just like when he was in 996 in his previous life, he would also fall into this embarrassing situation when meeting his boss or manager. In the end, he still placed himself in too low a position.
Ma glanced at Tang Sen with a grateful face, "It should be, it should be, the holy monk has something to do, so it is my duty to do so."
As he spoke, his expression became entangled.
"It's just that the young one still doesn't know why the holy monk came to the underworld?"
Tang Sen patted his bald head with a wry smile, "Look at my brain. It's my fault that I even forgot to mention it."
"The poor monk came to the underworld this time because the king of the Black Chicken Kingdom died unjustly in the world. The poor monk wanted to come and try to save him. I wonder if this is feasible?" Tang Sen tried to ask Ma Mian.
The low-level implementers like Minotaur and Horsemen know this kind of thing best and know how to go through the process. It can be said that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not know the details like them.
"This, this..." Ma Mian was quite embarrassed.
"It stands to reason that returning a dead person to Yang is against the destiny of heaven. However, since it is a holy monk who has come in person, that person's death was in vain. Maybe it can be done. So, I will take you two to visit King Yama first. Is it possible to ask him?
It’s up to the old man to decide.” Ma Mian thought for a while and said.
"That's fine, I'll bother the donor." Tang Sen pondered for a moment and said, do as the Romans do. Indeed, you still have to follow other people's rules in this underworld. It's not impossible to take them away by force, but this way the faces of both parties will not look too bad.
It looks good, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can naturally control it, but it is really not necessary.
If you really offended the underworld for a dead soul, it would be better to ask God for a Nine-turn Resurrection Pill from Laojun.
"Well, Holy Monk, Master, please come this way." Ma Mian greeted and walked ahead to lead the way.
The three of them walked all the way through Yinshan Mountain, passed by Huangquan, saw the tall Wangxiang Tower, walked into the majestic and gloomy Gate of Hell, and passed by the eighteenth level of hell. Tang Sen could faintly hear the wails of the ghosts.
But this horse face introduced it enthusiastically.