Actually, the wind in Hell is not fundamentally different from the wind in the Yang Realm.

It's just that the different scenery leads to a feeling that is implicated and subverts one's perception.

It's like feeling the wind while standing by Erhai Lake and feeling the wind in the Sahara.

And at this time,

in the most sacred and supreme place in Hell for thousands of years—Mount Tai,

an extremely enormous behemoth is frantically spilling its own blood.

Making the wind in this area permeated with a suffocating bloody smell.

A wise man in the Yang Realm once painted bare mountains with green paint in order to cope with environmental inspections from above;

but now,

Diting's blood,

like an incomparably huge red paint can,

completely dyes the entire Mount Tai and the surrounding area red.

Cliff faces, streams, vegetation,

seemingly in the vastness,

there is only one kind of red left.

The boy sitting on Diting's back has an extremely sad and anxious expression on his face,

but in his heart, he is extremely excited.

Spill it,

spill it,

spill more,

spill it quickly,

with the blood of Diting irrigating it,

his manor will be destined to become the most fertile land in the entire Hell!

In the boy's mind, he seemed to have already imagined the great satisfaction of becoming the number one farm owner in Hell.

In this world, there are indeed such people, whose pursuits deviate from the rhythm of the masses, and who only pursue the peace of their own hearts with solitary persistence.

In this regard,

the boy is actually very similar to the Bodhisattva.

Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu appeared at the foot of the mountain, unwilling but honest, with Xiao Jiu standing beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

Behind the two of them,

seven attendants stood side by side.

Whether it was the former Ten Attendants or the current Nine Attendants, what changed was the number, but what remained unchanged was the insistence that a family should be neat and tidy no matter what they do.

Originally, Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu did not intend to wade into this muddy water.

He had seen what kind of posture the Bodhisattva used to dry his face after being punched three times in one day. Frankly speaking, if it happened to him, he couldn't bear it at all.

Even if he endured it, it would be because the situation forced him to swallow his anger, enduring humiliation and bearing the burden, expecting revenge and a counterattack.

People, the barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes. If there is a wound on their body, they spit on it and rub it, and then do whatever they need to do;

but as their status and strength rise, those things that they used to think were meaningless inexplicably begin to become more and more important, even to the point of being inviolable.

Therefore, this is what Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu admired and feared the Bodhisattva the most.

This kind of person has a deep obsession and has not been corrupted by so-called power and status, so if this kind of person really has mental problems and goes into a state of madness, it will be the most terrible thing.

The obsessions, beliefs, and pursuits that used to restrain him will all be ignored at this time,

like a caged beast, instantly unshackling all the shackles on its body.

Tsk tsk,

Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu smacked his lips subconsciously,

his head deliberately stretched out from under the umbrella,

his tongue waited for a while, and finally waited for a drop of blood to fall on it. He slowly tasted it, with a bit of fishy and spicy flavor.

"Help me collect some, I'll find something to soak it in wine to get rid of the fishy smell."

"Yes!"

The seven attendants behind him each took out their storage magic items and began to collect the blood in the sky, busy with enthusiasm.

Xiao Jiu looked at Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu with some doubts,

and said:

"Brother, aren't we going up?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu stretched,

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs; we have to let the seam crack a little more first."

Xiao Jiu frowned slightly, feeling that these words sounded a little uncomfortable.

"Pa!"

Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu slapped the back of Xiao Jiu's head,

and scolded:

"I can make fun of myself, what kind of airs are you putting on here?"

Xiao Jiu felt a little aggrieved.

"If you keep wearing that mournful face, believe it or not, I'll send you up there to make it eighty-eight and be done with it."

"…………" Xiao Jiu.

…………

At this moment, Diting didn't know that the Nine Attendants were standing at the foot of the mountain, enjoying the scenery while collecting its blood to make wine;

even if it knew, it wouldn't be able to care about it at this moment.

What it was more worried about was the Bodhisattva.

Buddha and demon are often only a thought away. In Buddhism, there are not a few who cultivate Buddhahood to the extreme and accidentally fall into demonhood.

Moreover, it is often the higher the Buddha, the easier it is to become a demon;

this often means that all previous accumulated merits are lost, and a ten-thousand-zhang foundation collapses in one morning.

The Bodhisattva's figure appeared on the offering table for a while, on the futon for a while, at the door for a while, and in the inner room for a while;

every Bodhisattva was chanting Buddhist scriptures, making great vows, and speaking;

Diting was good at listening to everything, but at this moment, it couldn't hear all the Bodhisattva's words clearly. There were too many and too miscellaneous, and its own consciousness was constantly being twisted and ravaged in the process.

It wanted to go out, but it couldn't. It knew that it had been forced to be imprisoned in this cage by the Bodhisattva, and this was originally a cage that the Bodhisattva had set up for himself. It was Diting himself who had forced his way in.

It didn't know what had happened to make the Bodhisattva change so much in such a short period of one year.

One year may not be too long for mortals in the Yang Realm, but for these Hell bosses whose lifespans are often calculated in thousands of years, it is naturally even shorter.

But it was from the time when Yama stepped down that the Bodhisattva began to show these symptoms.

Originally, Diting thought that with the Bodhisattva's ability, he could completely adjust himself.

Because he was a Bodhisattva, the true supreme will of Hell for thousands of years.

But the problem was much more serious than Diting had expected.

And when it really planned to come over to check, it found that the matter had become too棘手 to clean up.

The fact that even someone as strong as Grand Eunuch Chang Qiu didn't dare to run to the top of Mount Tai to take a look at this time was enough to show how terrifying a Bodhisattva with an unclear mind was.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva…………"

Diting was still enduring the torment while continuing to call out to the Bodhisattva.

What it was doing now was nothing more than hoping to awaken a trace of the Bodhisattva's clarity in its own calls. As long as it could play a little role, it believed that the Bodhisattva could calm himself down.

Its advantage was that its physique was strong, so it could share the mental torment to its own body;

but its disadvantage was also in this. It could hear a lot, but there was not much it could do.

There is no omnipotent existence. Even for an existence of Diting's level, in its seemingly long life, it can only choose one path to specialize in.

However,

when Diting was gradually feeling desperate,

it suddenly discovered that

the voices in the small temple suddenly disappeared. Almost in an instant, the environment here fell into a dead silence where a needle could be heard falling.

From the previous hustle and bustle that made the soul almost explode, it suddenly turned into a nothingness that seemed to be able to swallow all noises in an instant;

this kind of transformation made people very uncomfortable. Even Diting could only use its scarlet eyes to quietly scan its surroundings at this time.

Finally,

it saw the Bodhisattva,

the Bodhisattva walked to the front of the futon,

put his hands together, and knelt down.

In front of the Bodhisattva,

there was still the offering table,

on the offering table,

was a pool of mud.

"You're here."

The Bodhisattva's voice came.

Diting breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone in its heart finally fell to the ground.

At this time,

it respectfully put its hands together,

facing the Bodhisattva's figure,

and said piously:

"I'm here."

The Bodhisattva nodded, Diting was worshiping him, but he was worshiping the offering table.

"How is the Bodhisattva?"

Diting asked.

"Well."

Hearing this, Diting felt that the Bodhisattva had overcome it, and the matter had finally subsided.

In fact, above Mount Tai, its body was indeed no longer spurting blood;

however,

its body, if it wasn't spurting blood, it wasn't spurting blood, but it was slowly swelling up. Its already huge and terrifying body began to grow bigger and bigger like a balloon…………

In the small temple,

the mud in front of the Bodhisattva began to wriggle slowly, as if under the drive of his mind, it had established some connection with certain existences in the dark.

The Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:

"Do you know what it means to 'not become a Buddha until Hell is empty'?"

As the Bodhisattva's mount, in the past, it often discussed homework with the Bodhisattva.

But in the past few hundred years, with everything settled down, there were fewer and fewer such opportunities.

Diting hurriedly replied respectfully:

"When Hell is no longer Hell, when the Yang Realm is no longer the Yang Realm; when Hell is regarded as the Yang Realm, when the Yang Realm is regarded as Hell;

the true Yang Realm is naturally where ten thousand ghosts travel; the true Hell is already empty.

The Bodhisattva's great aspiration can be achieved, the position of Buddha is obtained, and merits are fulfilled."

"These are the words I said to him."

Diting nodded, he knew who the "he" the Bodhisattva was referring to was.

"People, seek the Tao from birth, seek, and seek peace.

After great turmoil, there is great peace;

after great agitation, there is great purity;

after great suffering, there is great freedom;

Diting…………"

"I am here, Bodhisattva."

"Do you know what I want to do?"

Diting looked at the offering table. The mud on the offering table had already condensed into the lower half of a person's body.

"Congratulations, Bodhisattva, congratulations, Bodhisattva, thousands of years of planning, thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of layout, finally leading to the true immortal Buddhism!"

Diting knelt down.

Back then, when Ying Gou and the Bodhisattva first met;

Ying Gou said that he was not used to having someone sitting on his head.

The Bodhisattva said that he was not used to his empty offering table.

After hearing Diting's congratulations,

the Bodhisattva turned his head,

his body twisted into an extremely exaggerated and strange arc,

Diting was shocked to see that

the Bodhisattva's mask was melting,

like a pool of molten iron slowly dripping down.

The Bodhisattva's voice carried a hint of gloom,

and said:

"Is that so?"

Diting raised his head,

and looked at the sculpture that had already taken shape on the offering table,

this sculpture was heroic,

this sculpture was majestic,

until Diting saw the head of the sculpture,

his body trembled violently,

revealing an expression of disbelief,

and exclaimed:

"How could it be him!"

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This plot is too difficult to write. I have been foreshadowing and designing it for a long time, and only when I really write it here do I feel that it is difficult to do.

I sat in front of the computer all night and only wrote one chapter. There will only be one chapter today. Long doesn't dare to force himself to write more for the sake of quantity.