"What kind of friend can make me understand the difference between Buddhism and Buddhism after meeting him?"
Jin Chanzi didn't understand, but didn't ask any more questions.
Because anyone who can be called a friend by Master must be one of the three thousand powerful men who listened to the teachings in Zixiao Palace.
This kind of existence is an existence that is beyond his reach now.
only......
When the endless sea of blood and the sky filled with boundless resentment and evil spirits appeared in front of Jin Chanzi, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Master, where is this place and why are there so many resentful creatures?"
Since he became conscious, he has been living in the western world where the Buddha's light shines.
Even though, within this period of time, he had transcended his resentment, he had never seen anything like this.
Compared with the current world, his past transcendence is simply a joke.
He was afraid that if he accidentally fell into it, not only would he not be able to overcome the resentment of the creatures here, but he himself would have sunk into it.
But, I don't know why.
The extremely bloody scene in front of him should have made him feel extremely panicked.
However, Jin Chanzi discovered that after the self-righteous panic passed, he felt a sense of familiarity when looking at the world in front of him.
In this familiarity, there is a faint feeling of joy that makes my heart palpitate.
This kind of joy originates from the soul and fills every part of the body, as if there is a constant desire to embrace this vast sea of blood.
But how is this possible.
"I am a son of Buddha in the Western Heaven, and I can freely bathe in the Buddha's light. How can I be eager to embrace this filthy and evil place in front of me?"
Jin Chanzi took a deep breath, tried his best to control the panic in his heart, and constantly comforted himself.
"This used to be a sea of blood, but now it's the Shura Heaven, one of the six realms of reincarnation. My friend, it's right here."
Zhunti noticed Jin Chanzi's performance, but didn't say anything more. He just gave him a faint reminder and led him forward.
In just a moment, a green mountain appeared in front of us. There was a bamboo house at the foot of the green mountain, and the scenery was beautiful.
"Is there actually such a place here?"
Jin Chanzi said with a surprised look on his face when he saw this world that was completely different from the Blood Sea.
However, when he turned his head, he discovered that a figure wearing a black robe had arrived at Zhunti's side at some point.
"Are you going to take that step when you come here this time?"
Seeing Zhunti's arrival, Taoist Mosquito said calmly.
"This is my teacher's friend, Master Mosquito of the Sea of Blood, who came here to meet my senior."
Looking at Taoist Mosquito, Zhunti nodded, pointed at Jin Chanzi beside him, and introduced.
"Jin Chanzi, I have met Senior Mosquito."
Looking at the mosquito Taoist in front of him, a picture suddenly flashed in Jin Chanzi's mind, and he spoke slowly and respectfully.
"Yes, now that I have learned etiquette, your master and I have something to talk about. You can take a nice stroll in this sea of blood."
Looking at Jin Chanzi's familiar face, Taoist Mosquito said in silence.
As these words came, a blood shadow appeared out of thin air and condensed into a young man with a cold face.
"Let's go for a walk."
Seeing Jin Chanzi's hesitation, Zhunti smiled.
"Yes, Master."
Seeing Zhunti's words, Jin Chanzi could only nod even though he looked invisible at the sea of blood.
However, after turning around and leaving, he saw a stone statue sitting peacefully in front of the bamboo house.
"Jin Chanzi... he must be the six-winged golden cicada back then."
After Jin Chanzi and Xue Ying left, Taoist Mosquito took out a bottle of wine from his arms and said with a sigh.
"It's hard for you to find his reincarnation in this wild world."
"I didn't go looking for him, but he found me."
Zhunti took the wine bottle handed over by Taoist Mosquito, took a sip, and said calmly.
"He's looking for you?"
Hearing this, Taoist Mosquito's face showed a slight look of astonishment.
"It seems that even if you are reincarnated, the cause and effect between you is still unbroken."
Taoist Mosquito shook his head and didn't know what to say for a moment. He just said slowly after a moment of silence.
"Are you sure?"
"Now that I'm here, I'm sure of it. But after I leave, I hope you can stay with me to teach him for a while."
Zhunti said in a deep voice.
"What do you want me to teach him?"
Mr. Mosquito said somewhat unexpectedly.
"Don't be afraid, he will think about the memories of his previous life again."
"Some things cannot be avoided. If he can recall the past with you, that would be a good thing."
Having said this, Zhunti looked at the mosquitoes and said humanely.
"You can let him know everything about the Sea of Blood, but after knowing it, I hope you can take him into the six realms of reincarnation.
There, do what he did before, and after he understands what crossing means, if he is willing to leave, you can let him go to the human race."
"knew."
The mosquito Taoist nodded and did not refuse.
"Time is limited, and I also want to see how he is different from the past. Go and see him.
Over the years, he has developed several cracks on his body. I am not sure if he will be able to wake up today.
If we can’t wake up, we still have met.”
Taoist Mosquito said, looking towards the Styx which looked like a dead thing.
"Thank you."
Zhunti nodded, thanked him, and walked towards the place where the Styx River was.
"Thank you? Thank you for not stopping you... But even if I stopped you, what's the use?"
Taoist Mosquito shook his head, and his figure disappeared with a gust of breeze.
In front of the stone statue, Zhunti looked at the statue transformed by the Styx and sat aside skillfully.
A bottle of wine and a grilled fish were placed between the two of them, just like in the past.
"I gotta go."
After pouring a glass of wine and drinking a glass of wine, Zhunti said slowly.
This situation is just like the Styx, who was still Qinghe in the illusion, coming to visit his tombstone in the past.
Pouring and drinking, talking to oneself, seems to be telling and remembering.
In the blink of an eye, when Zhunti picked up the wine bottle in his hand and was about to pour himself a glass of water and wine, he found that the wine bottle was empty.
I lowered my head and saw that there were only a bunch of scattered skeletons left in the complete grilled fish.
"After all, it's time to say goodbye."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhunti shook his head with a smile, his eyes fell on Styx, and he spoke.
"Take care of yourself!"
"Huhuhu..."
As these words fell, Zhunti's figure gradually disappeared without a trace in a gust of breeze.
If it weren't for the empty wine glass and a plate of scattered fish bones, it would be as if it had never happened.
"I am Zhunti. Today, if you want to transcend the primitive world, all fellow Taoists, if you are interested, can come and watch the ceremony in the midst of chaos!"
The next moment, the words belonging to Zhunti rose from the sea of blood and resounded throughout the entire world.