If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

Ksitigarbha is the most special existence in this hell. Although he has not become a Buddha, he is deeply respected by all living beings because his sacrifice moved the three realms.

In the brilliant golden light, the grand and distant Buddha's voice slowly echoed, and the violent evil spirits in hell gradually calmed down.

Ksitigarbha sat on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, his expression calm and unruffled, aloof from anything else.

The divine beast Tingting, who was lying on Ksitigarbha's seat, was taking a nap with his eyes closed slightly. It was like this every day, cultivating his mind in the boundless Dharma of Ksitigarbha. But at this moment, it suddenly stood up and stared with eyes like lightning.

somewhere.

"Your Majesty, she is here."

Ksitigarbha did not respond and still closed his eyes slightly, as if he had not heard what Di Ting heard.

Diting looked back at Ksitigarbha, then lay back on the ground, no longer making any sound, just looking in that direction with her eyes open.

A slender figure gradually appeared in the darkness. She was holding an ancient long sword in her hand. Drops of blood dripped on the ground along the shimmering blade, and disappeared in an instant.

The man was wearing shabby clothes, dotted with bloodstains, and he looked like Shura.

"Ksitigarbha, I'm here as promised." It was a woman's voice, surprisingly gentle and unbefitting her image.

Ksitigarbha sighed slightly and opened a pair of golden eyes as bright as the sun, "Why are you so persistent?"

The woman raised her lips and smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing to be persistent about. I'm just doing what I want to do."

"You have killed tens of thousands of ghosts, but do you know that even if you return to the eighteenth level of hell, you will not be able to wash away the sins all over your body?" Ksitigarbha looked at the small figure in front of him with compassion in his eyes.

"Oh," the woman chuckled, "Why do I need to wash away this sin? Aren't I already beyond redemption?"

Ksitigarbha looked at her eyes with a cold light, but for the first time he didn't know how to speak.

"Ksitigarbha, I accept your mercy, but please keep your promise and let me go back to the human world. Even if I end up in ashes, I will never compromise!" The perseverance in the woman's eyes was even like this for Ksitigarbha.

The gods and Buddhas who had transcended the six realms could not help but be moved.

Ksitigarbha stopped speaking, but closed his eyes slightly. Thousands of golden lights slowly shot out from behind him, and a golden channel appeared above his head.

"If you go now, there will be no chance of looking back."

The woman jumped up and entered the passage. When she left, she smiled lightly and said, "I will never regret it!"

The golden passage slowly disappeared, and the hell returned to peace. Titing lay down under Ksitigarbha's seat and watched all of this quietly.

"Buddha would have blamed it."

Ksitigarbha raised his eyes lightly, "What should happen will always happen..."

"Bodhisattva." At this time, a man wearing black clothes and a gold crown came out from the other side.

"King of Hell." Ksitigarbha looked at him.

"Heaven already knows it." The King of Hell lowered his eyes slightly and said.

"Amitabha……"

The chants of the Buddha are like sighs from ancient times, carrying a distant sadness.

In the human world, a thunder suddenly fell in the cloudless night sky, disturbing the silent world.

Animals in the forest, big and small, suddenly began to scream, heart-rending, tragic and desolate.

"Master!" The young man with bun-tied hair couldn't help but tremble, pinched the clothes of the person next to him, and hid behind him, "It's so scary..."

The middle-aged man looked up at the moon that was half covered by dark clouds, his face solemn. The looming blood on the moon made people feel uneasy.

"Master, let's take a divination." The young man suddenly took out a bunch of copper coins from his backpack and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned, but still took the copper coins and tossed them out of the air. The three coins were arranged on the ground according to rules.

"Master, what do you say about the hexagram?"
Chapter completed!