Two monks stood in a corner of the Avici Hell. Their bodies were stained with blood and they looked extremely wretched. Along the way, they had experienced countless dangers.
In front was a middle-aged monk. He was tall and burly, his eyebrows were upturned, and his eyes were wide open like an angry Vajra.
Behind the tall monk was a young monk. He looked much thinner and weaker. His eyebrows were lowered as he chanted the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
The tall monk stared ahead, his eyes wide open, revealing a hint of passion and excitement.
There was a figure sitting cross-legged there. It was unknown how long he had been there. The flesh and blood on his body still showed no signs of decay. His skin was ruddy, like a living person.
However, there was no sign of life in this figure.
Beside this figure, there were a few fruits.
Not far away, there was a broken ancient tree. Although its branches and leaves had withered, the trunk of the ancient tree was still intact.
"I've finally found the inheritance of Patriarch Anan!"
Looking at this figure, the tall monk could not help but laugh. "As long as I inherit Patriarch Anan's inheritance, I will have a chance to condense a grotto-heaven, become an Immortal King, and become the abbot of Polywen Temple!"
The young monk did not respond. He was still chanting the Buddhist sutra.
The tall monk took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to accept Patriarch Anan's inheritance.
However, when he was 100 feet away from Patriarch Anan, he was met with an unimaginable repulsive force that prevented him from moving forward!
A golden halo gradually appeared in Patriarch Anan's body and spread rapidly, forming a barrier with a radius of 100 feet that isolated the tall monk.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
No matter how the tall monk crashed, he could not break this golden barrier.
"Patriarch Anan, why won't you let me in!"
The tall monk was furious and shouted, "I'm Arhat Buchen of Polywen Temple. Only I am qualified to receive your inheritance!"
The golden halo showed no signs of weakening.
The young monk still lowered his head slightly and chanted the sutra.
"Stop chanting!"
The tall monk saw that Ananda's inheritance was within his reach, but he couldn't get it. He was irritated and couldn't help but yell, "I'm an Arhat from Duoweng Temple. I've condensed the Arhat Fruit of Arhat. Why is Patriarch Ananda stopping me?"
"Senior Brother Bu Chen, you've led over ten thousand monks from the Polylore Temple into the Avici Hell this time, but only the two of us are left."
The young monk had a compassionate look on his face as he said, "While you were running for your life, you let your fellow disciples fight against the creatures of hell while you hid in the back. Do you feel even the slightest bit of remorse?"
"Hmph!"
Arhat Bu Chen let out a cold snort and said slowly, "You have the inheritance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. You should know that if I don't go to hell, who will?"
"Sacrificing them will allow Patriarch Anan's legacy to see the light of day again. This is a blessing for Duoweng Temple, and also their supreme merit!"
The young monk shook his head slightly and said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrificed himself to save all living beings. You, on the other hand, sacrificed others to achieve yourself."
"The difference of a single thought is the difference between Buddha and Devil."
"Senior Brother, you've already joined the Devil. How can you gain the recognition of Patriarch Anan?"
Arhat Bu Chen's face darkened and he said coldly, "You're just a puny Earth Immortal. How dare you lecture me? If it weren't for me protecting you along the way, you would have been torn to shreds by those creatures of hell! "
"Senior Brother Bu Chen, you must have other motives for protecting me," the young monk said flatly.
Arhat Bu Chen raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.
After a moment of silence, Arhat Bu Chen said, "There's no harm in telling you the truth. I need you to hand over the cultivation method of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Golden Body."
"What if I don't tell you?"
The young monk asked.
Arhat Bu Chen smiled and said, "I can't do anything to you in the Polylore Temple. But in the Avici Hell, there are only the two of us. No one will know how I torture you!
At the very least, I can use the Soul Searching Technique on you! "
Although the Soul Searching Technique could search one's memories, there was a high chance of failure.
Moreover, the inherited memories such as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Golden Body would be protected. Even if one searched one's soul, it would be difficult to obtain it.
The young monk's expression was calm. His eyes were clear and there was no fear in them. He said calmly, "If I tell you the cultivation method of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Golden Body, I'm afraid Senior Brother will kill me immediately."
Arhat Bu Chen's eyes darkened.
He had thought that this young monk was a simple-minded person who focused on Zen and prayed to Buddha all day long. He thought that this young monk would not know about schemes and schemes.
He did not expect that this Junior Brother of his would actually see through his plans with a single sentence!
Arhat Bu Chen was already frustrated that he could not get close to Ancestral Master Anan and obtain his inheritance.
Now that the young monk was so calm in the face of his threat, he was furious!
Arhat Bu Chen took a step forward and reached out his hand. He grabbed the young monk by the throat and lifted him up from the ground. He said coldly, "Junior Brother, I don't have much patience. You'd better tell me the complete cultivation method. I can give you a quick death and spare you from torture!"
The young monk was choked by the throat and could not breathe. His face was flushed red.
However, his gaze remained calm and clear. There was a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at Arhat Buchen.
Right then, a tear appeared in the void beside the two monks.
A purple-robed cultivator with a silver mask strode out. His eyes were deep as he glared at Arhat Bu Chen coldly, exuding a chilling killing intent!
Immediately after, Su Zimo, Mo Qing and Yun Zhu arrived through spatial teleportation as well.
"Ming Zhen!"
When Su Zimo caught sight of the young monk, he was delighted and shouted.
His two true bodies had ascended to the heavenly realm for thousands of years but he had only met two old friends from Tianhuang Mainland.
The Thunder Emperor, Feng Cantian, was an expert of the primordial era.
To be precise, Su Zimo had only met one old friend from Tianhuang Mainland in this lifetime – Shura Yan Beichen.
To think that he would meet Ming Zhen in the Avici Hell!
"Who are you guys?"
Arhat Bu Chen looked at Su Zimo and the others and narrowed his eyes with a grim expression. However, he still gripped Ming Zhen's throat and used him as a shield.
Swoosh!
A gentle breeze blew.
Arhat Bu Chen felt his vision blur. Before he could react, Wu Dao's true body was already standing in front of him, gripping his wrist and exerting strength!
Snap!
Arhat Bu Chen's wrist was crushed by Wu Dao's true body!
"Ah! “
Arhat Bu Chen shrieked tragically.
However, his shriek stopped abruptly the moment it sounded.
Wu Dao's true body crushed Arhat Bu Chen's wrist and strode forward, smashing Arhat Bu Chen's head with a single punch. His Essence Spirit was shattered and he was dead!
Even Temple Master Bai Gu, who was number 10 on the True Demon Ranking, could not withstand a single punch from Wu Dao's true body, let alone Arhat Bu Chen.
Su Zimo hurried forward and supported Ming Zhen.
"Junior Brother Ming Xin."
Ming Zhen looked at Su Zimo and called out with an innocent smile.
His junior brother Ming Xin seemed to have brought the two of them back to the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley.
The two of them exchanged glances and smiled.
After reuniting in the upper world after so many years, they were both elated and emotional.
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