Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 690 You are not weak

With that drop of Kui Mulang’s tears, it dripped down to Wangchuan River, as if the whole world had quieted down.

The wailing of countless ghosts that had been clearly audible, disappeared into the ears without knowing it.

There were waves in Wangchuan River, and the water rippled.

Then there was a thin mist, drifting from the Wangchuan River.

Kui Mulang watched this scene stupidly, he was staring at the woman all the time.

The mist was erratic, blocking the woman’s face.

There was a sense of melancholy in his heart.

The fog was filled, and it became thicker and thicker.

Obscured the line of sight and couldn’t see everything.

The fog drifted in Wangchuan, and then disappeared without a trace.

“It’s tears, it’s tears.” Tang Yu laughed suddenly, and he understood.

At that time, the Buddhism Yiwangchuan River was located here, deceiving others. If you don’t want to drink Mengpotang, you have to endure the pain of thousands of years of ice and flames.

However, Wangchuanhe was burning with seven emotions and six desires.

Therefore, the figure in Wangchuan Hanoi slowly drifted away in a daze, forgetting everything, and also forgot about himself, and it was no different from a mortal who drank Meng Po soup.

Now the Wangchuan River is evaporating.

It’s tears.

It was Kui Mulang who contained the tears of seven emotions and six desires that fell into the Wangchuan River, causing the Wangchuan River to gradually evaporate.

The Ksitigarbha King sighed faintly, and his figure appeared on the bank of Wangchuan River.

He just saw Tang Yu, but he was slightly stunned, and he couldn’t help taking two steps back.

“Am I killing him?” Luo Hui said cleanly.

Although the Ksitigarbha has strong combat power, he is also a quasi-sage.

However, Luo Hu is also, and Luo Hu has a black lotus that destroys the world.

It is not impossible to say that it is to kill the Ksitigarbha. It just needs a lot of hands and feet.

“Amitabha.”

The Ksitigarbha king said compassionately.

This virtue made Tang Yu curl his lips involuntarily.

What is it?

I’m afraid he still doesn’t know that Buddhism now exists in name only.

Both Lian Yin and Zhun Ti seem to have abandoned Buddhism.

After all, now that the catastrophe is approaching, survival is the most important thing.

As long as two people can survive, what Buddhism is not Buddhism, as long as they want to, they can create a sect at any time when they are reborn in the next era.

Tang Yu glared at Luo Shu, this kid is a bit serious.

Luo Hu smiled and took a step back.

“The Wangchuan River has disappeared. The river that was burning with the seven emotions and six desires needs emotion to be resolved.” Tang Yu laughed slightly sarcastically; “Oh, not just the Wangchuan River, but even your Buddhism pioneered it. The eighteen layers of hell are already unstable and will burst at any time.”

“Just like your Buddhism at this time?” Tang Yu grinned, “Maybe you don’t know what Buddhism is now? Do you need me to take a look.”

As Tang Yu waved his hand, all the sights of Lingshan appeared.

I saw all the Buddhas listlessly.

What’s more, there are some people who are asleep.

Seeing this scene, Tang Yu was slightly stunned, and then burst into laughter.

The corner of the Ksitigarbha King’s mouth twitched slightly, and his body trembled. He folded his hands together and said the Buddha’s name again: “Amitabha.”

The water of Wangchuan River turned into mist, evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally disappeared completely without a trace.

Dive into the countless souls of Wangchuan Hanoi.

Their expressions are still blank, but their blank eyes are gradually regaining their clarity.

The woman realized that she fell directly on Kui Mulang’s body, and she grinned weakly; “I know you will come, so I’m waiting.”

Kui Mulang’s body for a while.

His head buzzed.

Countless past, familiar memories followed one after another, instantly flooding my mind.

Kui Mulang burst into tears, he ran to the woman and walked over, choked out; “Hundred flowers.”

Love is a word that harms people.

There are 80,000 characters in the world, but love is the most hurtful.

But love is also the purest and most beautiful.

Even because of love, you can get rid of all the destiny that originally belonged to you.

Love is a word that can destroy or make a person.

Kui Mulang hugged the dreaming figure, tears streaming down his face: “I will take you away, we leave here, we can never have to separate.”

Baihua shy seemed to think of something, opened her mouth, and said for a long time: “Where is your Majesty?”

Kui Mulang was taken aback for a moment, and then said: “If I can be with you for a day, even if it is over, I will be willing.”

“Okay, then we will die together. We will live forever, and we will never be separated.” Baihua shyly leaned on Kui Mulang’s arms and smiled softly, but those eyes kept streaming with tears.

She waited.

She is lucky.

However, how many people finally waited for just a desperate flood to annihilate them.

Just like these people who jumped into the Wangchuan River.

What is their unwillingness?

“Xiaolian.”

Suddenly, a man in Wangchuan Hanoi looked at the figure walking by the bridge and exclaimed.

The woman turned her head and said, “Do we know each other? You have admitted the wrong person. My name is not Xiaolian.”

do we know each other?

know.

I knew it a few lives before.

People have only one-life friendship.

In the next life, who are you, who am I, who will know?

The man opened his mouth. After a long time, he shook his head and smiled: “No, I never knew him.”

He jumped out of Wangchuanhe, and the surrounding ghosts wanted to step forward and arrest him.

However, as soon as he saw Tang Sanzang, his steps were alive and live in the same place.

The man walked towards Po Meng’s place.

He glanced back at the woman, and at the very end, he drank Meng Bo Tang, and then followed a large number of ghosts towards the six reincarnations.

You see, what is finally waiting for?

Why did you jump into the Wangchuan River and endure the pain of thousands of years of flames and ice?

Staring at Kui Mulang and Baihua ashamed, Tang Yu sighed faintly; “Go and find brother, just say what I said.”

After speaking, Tang Yu took Luo Hu and disappeared in place.

Following Tang Yu’s departure, the ghosts glanced at the Ksitigarbha, and one after another captured the ghosts in Wangchuan Hanoi.

They pressed them to Mengpo’s place again.

However, this time they were surprisingly calm, without any resistance, they all drank the Meng Po soup willingly, and then walked into reincarnation without looking back.

On the nineteenth floor of hell, Tang Yu just stepped into this place, he felt a wave of power spreading.

The formation turns, in the formation, the back soil sits cross-legged, and waves of mighty power spread from her body.

The six reincarnations are unstable and are about to break apart.

Tang Yu was taken aback, and his figure rushed into the formation: “Land like.”

The power of horror spread from Tang Yu, and Hou Tu maintained the rotation of the six reincarnations at the same time.

Then he was shocked.

It is not an external force, but within the formation, someone is absorbing the power of the six reincarnations.

“Are you not weak water?” Tang Yu exclaimed, looking at weak water.