Prehistoric: Spoiler for Nuwa at the beginning

Although the Twelve Patriarchal Witches were not saints, they gained tunnel bonuses in the underworld, and their fighting strength could rival that of saints.

Ji Zang was about to be slapped to death by Zhu Rong.

But at this moment...

"Buzzing—"

A small but somewhat chaotic voice came to everyone's ears.

Not only that, but there was also such a conversation.

"Master, aren't we afraid of being discovered if we go so deep into the hinterland of the underworld? I heard that the ruler of the underworld, but the original Twelve Ancestral Witches, have a violent temper!"

"That's not because you can't find your way, now quickly set your direction, I think it's getting deeper and deeper."

"Oh! My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the situation ahead!"

"Who dares to trespass into my underworld!" Xuan Ming sternly shouted.

The ancestral witches were getting angry, and a guy who didn't know how to live or die broke in, making them even more angry.

"Damn! Zu Wu! Run..." Mosquito Taoist screamed strangely, turned around and prepared to run, only to find that the surrounding space was blocked.

At this moment, Zhunti also saw the figure on Taoist Mosquito clearly, and called out: "Junior Brother!?"

"Brother Zhunti, you are here! It's been a long time no see!" Chen Xuan was delighted to hear Zhunti's cry.

It's good to have acquaintances.

There is no need to waste the big teleportation talisman on him.

He patted Taoist Mosquito, Taoist Mosquito flew to Zhunti's side quickly.

"Senior brother, you are here to do business here! Take me with you when you leave." Chen Xuan smiled, and then said to Mosquito Taoistly: "This is one of the two saints in the West, the Zhunti Saint, and the lord of saints."

At this time, Zhunti whispered: "Junior Brother, we have just formed a grudge with the underworld, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches even want to break into my Holy Land of Lingshan. I will send you away first."

Zhunti looked serious.

Chen Xuan: "???"

So this acquaintance recognizes it, and it's getting worse?

Then he just admitted a fart, he might as well just run away!

Zhunti turned his head, looked at the ancestral witches, and said, "Fellow Taoists, today I am Zhunti's reckless person. I, Lingshan, are willing to compensate and promise that I will never send dead souls to the Western Paradise in private."

This promise is not insignificant.

At this moment, Zhunti's heart was bleeding.

But in order to keep Junior Shenxuzi, he was willing to pay any price.

The west owes too much to Shenxuzi's junior brother!

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't seem to hear Zhunti's words at this time.

Instead, they focused their attention on Chen Xuan one by one.

Seeing this, Zhunti felt that it was going to be bad, and hurriedly gritted his teeth and said, "Dear friends, if you want to do something to my junior brother, then I, the Second Saint of the West, will not hesitate to start a war with the underworld."

but……

The twelve ancestor witches still ignored him.

Instead start talking.

"Do you think the breath of this Taoist is familiar?" Di Jiang asked.

"It seems to be a little bit. There was this smell on the wine brought back by the elder brother before."

"Could it be that he has some connection with Brother Bailong?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the ancestral witches fell silent and all looked towards Houtu.

The younger sister has been in contact with Bailong brother for a long time, and it is more delicate.

Moreover, Hou Tu's eyes were full of surprise.

"Friend Bailong?"

Chen Xuan raised a question mark and looked over.

Who is this girl?

Looks like a lady from hell?

How did she know her dao name, Bailong?

And this appearance looks familiar!

At the moment when the four eyes met, Houtu trembled with excitement: "Fellow Daoist Bailong, he should be the Dharma body or avatar of Fellow Daoist Bailong. I won't recognize this aura!"

"You really are fellow Daoist Bailong!"

The ancestral witches behind Houtu were all boiling.

Their ancestral witches don't respect the heaven and the earth, they only respect the father god and the white dragon!

Chen Xuan scratched his head.

What happened to these ancestor witches?Why do you look familiar with yourself.

Did they know that they had tampered with the tunnel?

Then Chen Xuan thought of a possibility: "Ms. Pingxin, but the little girl told you about my existence? Where is the little girl now?"

Back soil: "..."

Di Jiang: "..."

They were excited for a long time, but they didn't recognize it?

But this is not Chen Xuan's fault.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed into reincarnation, and both their image and aura have undergone tremendous changes.

"Fellow Daoist Bailong, my name is Houtu, I am the little girl..." Houtu gave Chen Xuan a resentful look.

"Brother Bailong, I am your elder brother emperor! I am the head of the twelve ancestor witches, Di Jiang!" Di Jiang laughed and changed into his previous appearance.

"The rest are my remaining dozen brothers and sisters. I told you that there are twelve brothers and sisters in my family. Let them all recognize you today."

"Brother Bailong, I'm Zhu Rong. I like drinking the wine you make the most. When will you make me another jar?"

"Brother Bailong, I'm Jumang, your barbecue technique is authentic, let me try it some other day?"

"..."

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were chattering, and each of them was extremely enthusiastic.

Zhunti was stunned. He thought he was going to have a big fight with the underworld, but it turned out to be such a scene?

He only heard that Shenxuzi's younger brother had a relationship with Nuwa and the others, but he didn't expect to be inseparable with the ancestral witches?

And Chen Xuan's head is full of black lines at the moment, it's numb!

He felt that the whole world was lying to him...

Chapter 316

No wonder the eldest brother Dizu said that there were twelve brothers and sisters in his family.

Aren't the twelve ancestral witches just twelve?

Good guy, he huddled at the foot of Buzhou Mountain to hide from cause and effect, to avoid loneliness...

However, although Chen Xuan's heart was in turmoil, he was still as stable as an old dog on the surface.

He smiled and looked at Hou Tu: "Little Tu girl, you are much whiter than before, and you won't recognize it for a while."

Back soil: "..."

Was I dark before?

"Brother Dizu, what happened?" Chen Xuan asked.

When mentioning this matter, Di Jiang snorted coldly.

"Brother Bailong, come and judge. This little bald man from the west actually wants to save me from the underworld, and he said that the underworld is not empty, so he swears he won't become a Buddha."

Chen Xuan looked back at the young monk.

This is Jizo!

It is also the future Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

In the original prehistoric version, because eleven ancestor witches died in battle, only the descendants were left struggling to support.

Moreover, Houtu was still disheartened and rarely cared about the affairs of the underworld.

Therefore, with the help of the Buddhist gate behind it, Ksitigarbha successfully entered the underworld and took root.

Although known as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it is better than many Buddhas.

And by virtue of him, Buddhism also reaped a lot of benefits in the underworld.

But now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are dormant, it may be difficult for Ksitigarbha to enter the underworld.

"The way of salvation is the path I want. To liberate the dead is the Dharma I practice." Dizang said stubbornly.

"You little bald man, you still don't have the heart to repent!" Zhu Rong said angrily.

Chen Xuan raised his hand, then looked at Jizo, and said with a smile: "Little guy, I approve of your desire to seek the Tao, but the way you seek is wrong!"

Dizang raised his head abruptly, looking at Chen Xuan with anger in his eyes.

Ksitigarbha is the kind of person who concentrates on seeking the Tao.

The kind of person who can die every day after hearing the Tao.

You can take his life, but you cannot question his Word.

Otherwise, even if he is a saint, he would have to refute and reason.

"Senior, tell me, what's wrong with my way?" Dizang asked.

"The salvation you are seeking is purification, eliminating the pain of the souls of the dead, and letting them reach bliss early, right!" Chen Xuan asked.

"That's right!" Ksitigarbha said, "What I want is for all the dead souls to have no pain."

"Wrong! Big mistake!" Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head.

"What did I do wrong? If my way can be accomplished, then the prehistoric creatures will no longer suffer from the pain after death, how peaceful is it?" Dizang said loudly, the Buddha's light above his head seemed to spill out again.

"Then let me ask you, if there is a dead soul full of karma and sins, would you detach him?" Chen Xuan asked.

"Yes!" Ksitigarbha replied simply.

"If the dead soul full of karma has reached bliss under your detachment, and there is no more pain, is it fair to the creatures who died at his hands?" Chen Xuan asked again.

Ksitigarbha frowned: "Since his sins have been washed away by my Dharma, it means that he has sincerely repented and is worthy of cultivation, so we must give him another chance..."

But before Dizang finished speaking, Chen Xuan interrupted it directly: "Your thoughts are extremely naive. I killed you, are you willing to give me a chance to repent?"

"I am willing! There is nothing wrong with it, why not? If my death can awaken a person's conscience, I am willing to contribute." Dizang resolutely said.

"That's just your wishful thinking. Are you willing to ask some prehistoric creatures? Do you think they are willing?" Chen Xuan smiled.

"Why not!" Di Zang came out of the underworld.

"Junior brother, Dizang is talented and intelligent, but his brain is a bit out of control." Zhunti sighed.

"He has entered a dead end." Chen Xuan threw out a round mirror with one hand, and Jizo's figure was reflected in it.

At this time, Ksitigarbha turned into an ordinary young monk, walking on the prehistoric land, and in front of him was a dog demon who had not yet achieved immortality.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay still, I have a question I want to ask you." Dizang said.

"What's the matter?" The dog demon looked at the monk in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Fellow Daoist, I want to ask you, if someone kills you, would you give him a chance to repent?" Ksitigarbha asked sincerely.