When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

In the western sky, cranes fly parallel to each other, and turtles fill the sea, shining brightly all day long.

The two came to Xitian on black crows. Emperor Huagai was waiting for them early, and told Huatian: "When you see Tathagata later, you will leave it to Zijun except to say 'yes'."

Hua Tian was new here, didn't understand the rules, thought that Emperor Hua Gai was afraid that his ignorance of the world would disturb the purity of the Tathagata Buddha, so he shut him up, and became more cautious. When he saw the Western Lord for the first time, he couldn't help being a little nervous.

"Let's go, don't waste time." Lan Zijun urged.

"Let's go, let's go." Hua Tian hid behind Emperor Huagai, obedient, not as if he was going to receive a reward, but rather as if he was going to be whipped.

"The boy has already gone in to report, you can go in later, remember, you are not allowed to talk too much." Emperor Huagai pointed to Huatian's nose and said.

"Aren't you going in with us?" Hearing that Emperor Hua Gai didn't go in with them, Huatian became more nervous. After all, he used to kneel down to worship the Buddha statue of Tathagata, but now he is seeing the real Buddha.

"Where does he have the face to go in." Lan Zijun said something out of nowhere, which made Emperor Huagai blush, and left a sentence: I won't go, you go in by yourself.Then he left in a hurry.

Without the great backer of Emperor Huagai, Huatian stuck to Lan Zijun and followed him every step of the way.

"See Tathagata Buddha." The two knelt down on the ground, Hanada obediently lowered his head, and was imperceptibly oppressed by the atmosphere of the hall. Tathagata was sitting on the futon in the center, and the eighteen arhats were lined up on both sides, all staring at Looking at him, there is obviously no change, but Hanada feels that the world is expanding, while himself is shrinking.

"You raise your head." The loud voice broke through the air and hit the flower field.

"Ah! Me." Hua Tian looked around in a panic, and only after confirming that the Tathagata called him was him did he dare to look up and meet the Tathagata.

After seeing the Tathagata, Huatian felt an indescribable feeling. The Tathagata in front of him did not have a round belly, no auspicious mole on the forehead, no long earlobes like noodles, and did not look like the mature and dignified Buddha statues in the temple. It looks as immature as Jialan, and it feels smaller than Huatian, but it is such a face, without the slightest smile, with a solemn expression, like a child who cannot grow up, but has a very deep city, the greater the contrast, The more unpredictable people are, the more cautious they are.

Tathagata's eyes were deep and bottomless, as if he could peek into the heart of the visitor with just one glance, Hua Tian hurriedly lowered his head, being looked at already made him feel uncomfortable, how could he dare to look at Tathagata.

"Why are you becoming more and more boring, and you have become a lot less timid." Tathagata spoke with a slightly dissatisfied tone as if chatting with an old friend.

"Seeing the holy face of the Tathagata Buddha, the disciple is really scared and dare not look directly at it." Huatian still lowered his head, with a humble attitude, but he muttered in his heart: Tathagata, what are you talking about?

"Haha... panic." Tathagata laughed so distortedly that even the cassock fell off his shoulders, the whole hall was filled with his laughter.

Hua Tian didn't know why, looked sideways at Lan Zijun who was kneeling beside him, raised his eyebrows and asked Lan Zijun: What's so funny?

Lan Zijun ignored Huatian, waited for Tathagata to finish laughing, and explained the case neither humble nor overbearing. Huatian admired Lan Zijun's calm and calm personality.

After listening to Tathagata, he nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed again: "I didn't expect that there would be fake monks under my disciples."

Huatian thought that the Tathagata was transparent and laughed at this matter, but the next order of the Tathagata shocked Huatian.

The Tathagata looked at Jianglong Arhat on one side, and said: "Go to the world and send those monks who have committed crimes against my reputation to hell."

Into hell!It is so implicit to say about slaughtering the temple gate.The abbot committed a heinous crime, even if he was thrown into the [-]th hell, Huatian would not show any mercy, but the monks in the temple were the killers who were bewitched by the abbot, and they didn't know the whole story. innocent.

"Tathagata, I, the King of Hades, should be in charge of the affairs of the underworld, so I don't need to bother the Dragon Subduing Messenger." Huatian ignored the respect and fear of Tathagata, and he took over this matter for the sake of dozens of lives.

"Yes, yes, Lord Hades is right below, why should I look for Jianglong?" Seeing that Huatian was no longer submissive and showed his own temperament, the Tathagata became more interested, and said in a more serious tone: "Master Hua, you have to be good!" deal with this."

Hanada bowed and accepted this hot potato.

Lan Zijun shouldn't have mentioned this matter, but Lan Zijun saw that Huatian was worried about the dozens of lives in the temple, so he forgot to ask, so he spoke for him: "Buddha, we want to ask for a soul from you. "

Only then did Hua Tian think of it, and looked at Lan Zijun gratefully, looking at Lan Zijun so unnaturally.

"Oh?" Tathagata looked at Lan Zijun with scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through Lan Zijun.

Lan Zijun didn't avoid Tathagata's gaze, and went straight to meet him, his eyes were indifferent.

"Hahaha..." Tathagata laughed suddenly, with an unpredictable temperament.

After laughing enough, they waved the cassock, Hua Tian and Lan Zijun felt their eyes darkened, they became dizzy for a while, and regained consciousness again, instead of the magnificent hall and babbling gods, they came to an alcove.

The alcove is full of grooves, and there are densely packed clay pots. The pots are thin and transparent, and there are faint lights shining inside, just like the starry sky in the vast universe, which is fascinating.

"These are Buddhist altars, filled with my disciples..." Tathagata paused, "The soul of... I don't know which one you are looking for."

Holding the scepter in hand, the Tathagata skipped over each clay pot, making a crisp knocking sound. The soul in the pot was sensed and jumped up. Wing barriers.

"I also ask the Buddha to give advice." Lan Zijun nodded slightly.

Tathagata found a futon to sit on, meditated, and after a long time he replied quietly: "I'll give you three chances, if you still can't find it after three times, then get out."

Huatian clenched his fists tightly. There were no eighteen arhats guarding him in this narrow room, so he became bold and took the posture to seek the Tathagata's theory.

Jialan is a fake monk in a fake temple. If according to the Tathagata's punishment, Jialan should be under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Huatian is just a soul that belongs to the underworld. It seems that Huatian is naturally angry.

Lan Zijun pressed Huatian's shoulder and shook his head: "Come and look for it with peace of mind, don't cause trouble."

Huatian had no choice but to give up, and turned to look at these niches. Although the alcoves are not big, there are many niches. Three walls have been hollowed out and filled with hundreds of clay pots.

At the same time, the souls in the altar recited the Great Compassion Mantra together as agreed, and the whispers suddenly turned into a violent storm.

After only staying for a short while, Lan Zijun was disturbed by the sound, not to mention concentrating on thinking about a solution, it would be fine if he didn't turn around and leave, watching Huatian beside him was silent, covering his head and thinking , asked: "What can you do?"

"Make me a bamboo flute, it must be made of purple bamboo." Huatian raised his eyes and said firmly.

Lan Zijun froze for a moment, not because he was surprised by Huatian's request, but because he was able to ask for the purple bamboo flute accurately.

Immediately, a bamboo flute was conjured from his hand, which was exquisitely carved and skillfully crafted. Hua Tian received it in his hand and played it very smoothly.

This is a skill he discovered when he was a child. Whenever he was impetuous, he secretly found a purple bamboo flute left by his mother, played a piece, and his mind returned to calm. Moreover, he also discovered that when he played the flute, not only It will restore calm to yourself, and it will also affect the people and affairs on the side. The restless people will calm down, the restless beasts will become obedient, and even the plants will put down their branches and leaves to sleep peacefully.

But this time is slightly different. After getting the purple bamboo flute conjured by Lan Zijun, an unknown sense of familiarity entered my mind, and it was too late to catch it. , calm down and play the flute.

There is no high pitch, no trough, the end of the song, Lan Zijun's heart is like still water, there is no more waves, hundreds of pots quiet down more than once, and the whole alcove falls into silence.

"Listen carefully." Hua Tian reminded Lan Zijun who had just regained his composure.

"Listen to what?" Lan Zijun was still immersed in the sound of the flute, his expression was a little dazed, and his ears could not keep up with the speed of his mouth.

"Crying." Hanada closed her eyes, carefully identifying the direction of the crying.

Lan Zijun followed Huatian, also closed his eyes, and listened carefully, there was indeed a faint whimpering sound in the hustle and bustle, like a baby crying.

"Above! On top!" Huatian clearly pointed to the top direction, and there was a faint light in a clay pot.

Knowing this, Lan Zijun turned around and kicked, and rushed to the upper part of the alcove with light steps. With a clasp of arms, the altar entered his arms.

"Here you are." Lan Zijun threw the altar to the flower field, he couldn't stand the crying in the pot, and felt irritable again.

Hua Tian subconsciously took the pot, but couldn't bear the crying of the soul in the pot, shook the pot, and said, "Brother, please don't cry, I'll let you out later."

The pottery soul understands Huatian and calms down.

Holding the earthen pot, Huatian proudly came to Tathagata: "Buddha, we have found Jialan's soul, can we go now?"

Tathagata has entered a good state, without opening his eyes: "Jalan's soul is only lent to you for one day, and it will be returned in good condition tomorrow."

"Thank you." Lan Zijun forced the unconvinced Huatian to thank him and retreat.

Huatian aimed at Tathagata's head, and punched through the air to relieve his qi.

Tathagata seemed to have a pair of eyes on his forehead, and said: "Master Hua, don't forget the agreement between you and me, there must be a bunch of fake monks."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Tathagata pokes Huatian's sore spot, Huatian is really honest, and goes out of the Western Paradise dejectedly.