"There are countless ghosts and monsters in Hell. Who knows if you are really looking for your mother or just pretending to provoke her?"
The Tathagata is honest and compassionate.
"Please ask Emperor Kong to check..."
Kong Hanan laughed angrily.
"The yin and yang of heaven and earth are in order. The souls of the dead return to the underworld. The underworld examines their merits and sins in life and punishes them, so that they will have less sin in their next life. This is the Tao."
"I hold the power of heaven's punishment. All sinners in the world will be punished. This is my way!"
"Who cares if it's true or not? Even if it's true, so what? She's already dead, and her soul has returned to the underworld!"
"Now, if I let a Bodhisattva go, what if all the gods, Buddhas, and immortals come to me in the future and ask for my help? Will my underworld let them go?"
"My parents gave in, my brothers and sisters gave in, do I have to give in to all my aunts and uncles too?!"
"Is there any justice in the world?"
Dizang said: "That's why I made a great vow, willing to bear their sins and help them to be reborn..."
There were sounds of clapping and sighing from Taiqing Palace.
"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. What a courageous spirit! I admire you, old Taoist."
"But all living beings suffer, and you cannot bear their sins. Why don't you stay in the underworld and help them to relieve their sins?"
Ksitigarbha bowed his head.
"Good, I hope the Emperor of Fengdu will not abandon you."
The three masters and apprentices seemed to have different positions, but with one word from each of them, the matter was completely settled.
Tathagata's right palm fell and hit his knee.
"Ksitigarbha, do you know what you have lost? Do you really want this?"
Dizang nodded.
"I have made my vow, but Heaven and Earth have failed me. Buddha, I have failed you..."
Tathagata sighed deeply.
"In that case, Emperor Fengdu, I, the Bodhisattva of Buddhism, am at least worthy of a royal title in your underworld, right?"
Kong Hanan snorted, "Our underworld has always judged officials based on their merits. Is Master Fo planning to interfere in our underworld's internal affairs?"
Tathagata shook his head.
"You and I agreed to create an old one, to compete in spreading our faith, but if my Buddhist sect loses, not only will King Yamaraja of the Underworld be relegated to the underworld, but Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will also serve in the underworld."
After saying this, he stretched out his big hand, shook it, and a Buddhist bead fell on Di Ting.
Di Ting opened his mouth and swallowed the Buddhist beads, then bowed down to pay his respects.
The space rift in Lingshan Leiyin Temple was completely closed.
The old man sighed softly.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Didn't I tell you not to put down your right hand?..."
After saying this, the spiritual energy of Taiqing Fairyland also disappeared from the underworld.
As soon as the two bosses left, Li Mihai became impatient and started cursing.
"What? You first tore up the treaty, and now you want to go back to business as usual?"
“Why?”
"Also, we've arranged for a great Bodhisattva to be here, and we have to build a temple for him. With him and his mount monitoring us, everything in the underworld will be known to others, so how can we fight!"
Now that he has advanced to the realm of ghosts and gods, even his words carry a touch of wind. For a moment, the conference hall was instantly filled with noise because of him.
But his words were true, and they aroused the response of all the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
The ghosts and gods all looked at Dizang with strange eyes...
Dizang still kept his hands folded, not taking it seriously, but Di Ting stared at the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
Marshal Zhao saw through it all, and he smiled and comforted him.
"Don't worry, there are some tricks involved. Buddhism has suffered a great loss..."
This caused the ghosts and gods to be surprised. How could this cause Buddhism to suffer a loss?
But they feel happy when Buddhism suffers losses.
Li San's curiosity remained unabated, and before he got to the truth, he felt like countless kittens were scratching his heart.
It came close to Marshal Zhao, not behaving like a ghost at all, but like a spoiled child.
"Master, what's the loss?"
Marshal Zhao was also naughty at heart, but he smiled without saying a word.
Hey, I won’t tell you, are you angry?
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