The night was slightly cool and my parents had already rested. Chang Xi sat on a rattan chair in the yard, wearing a plush vest for his mother to cover the wind and cold at night. He said that he had the ability to transform the gods and was not afraid of the wind and cold, but obviously this reason could not convince her.

A blurred figure appeared in the corner of the other courtyard in a daze, and then it became solid. A young monk wearing a crescent-colored monk robe walked out. Who else could it be if it weren't for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

From the face, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was as young as Chang Xi, looked at the room, sat beside Chang Xi, and said something that the officials who had reviewed the merits did not say: "Parents are noble by their sons. You saved hundreds of thousands of people in Tengzhou City with your own strength, and prevented the sixth prince of the demon clan from sneaking into the Jiuzhou Province. This merit is not something you enjoy alone, but the parents who gave birth to you and raised you can also share the merits. Not to mention the Qingyun Mountain behind you, which is the ultimate swordsmanship in the world, along with Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain, which have made a lot of efforts in the Gongshu family's ancestral tomb, are also good to enjoy the cool under your tall merit tree with feet."

Chang Xi, who became more mature in one day, pulled his waistcoat, and mixed feelings surged into his heart, lowered his head and said warmly: "It should be."

Chang Xi turned his head and asked softly but solemnly: "Bodhisattva, when I was still in the world, I heard that after you attained enlightenment, you saved your mother who was suffering in hell several times. You were praised by the world for the name of great filial piety. How would you ask if the Bodhisattva and I were in a situation that would be exchanged?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked at this young man who had many similarities with him when he was young, sighed and said something difficult.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in a serious tone: "I can empathize with the strong desire to help my loved ones escape from the sea of ​​suffering. After all, you are following the same path as I did back then. But there is one crucial thing you don't have yet, that is your cultivation."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva picked up a tea cup with moisture and dew hanging on the outer wall of the tea table. The cold tea had long lost its taste, and he also drank it with relish and continued: "The reason why I was able to save my mother from hell several times is that the identity of the Buddhist Bodhisattva did make me feel a little more convenient when I wandered through the two realms, but the most important thing is that I had the late stage of the Immortal Realm."

"Even if you have practiced the King of Ming Li Tie, if you want to return to the human world with your cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm, you have only barely reached the minimum standard. If it is still a matter of whether you can succeed, bringing two mortals with no cultivation level to force the border, which is no different from suicide."

Chang Xi, who had the moonlight above his head, looked unpredictable, but his fists across his knees were already clenched, and the force was so strong that even his nails could be slightly embedded in the glass body.

In the upper circle of monks in the second step in the great realm of the immortal world, there is a saying that "the Mount Tai is as light as mustard seeds, but it is difficult to escape the world with ordinary people."

Since ancient times, the Shenpangu has created the world, the ups and downs have become two parts: part light and clear, part heavy and turbid. Those who are light and clear continue to rise and become the sky; those who are heavy and turbid continue to fall and become the earth. The body of the body is born in the heavy and turbid earth. Before it is sublimated, it cannot escape the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth.

Therefore, later, some immortal cultivators sublimate their bodies to the extreme and become light and pure, and then supplemented with secret techniques that can penetrate the sky and the earth, so that they can travel through other interfaces or cross the void.

Although Chang Xi, who had just entered the second step, did not touch the upper circle, he had read many Buddhist scriptures in Hongyuan Temple in Huizhou, and had a little understanding of these principles so that he would not be blinded.

When Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva saved his mother from water and fire, he had the cultivation of the later realm of refining the emptiness. Chang Xi asked himself that he was still not as powerful as the Bodhisattva in the past. It was unrealistic to want to return to the world with his physical and mortal parents.

Chang Xi laughed at himself, but he kept saying that he was a cultivator in the realm of Transformation of Gods, but in the end he was not as good as his father in his attitude towards problems.

"Bodhisattva, if I stay in the Huangquan Realm and practice to the Void Refining Realm, can I take my parents back to the human world?" Chang Xi asked unwillingly.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva put down the teacup, raised two fingers, and shook them.

"First, I told you before that you are special to the entire Huangquan Realm. Strictly speaking, you are like a living person walking in the underworld. You are carrying the bloodline of the king with a candle-carrying dragon. This kind of domineering power of the Supreme Sun cannot exert its true power in this Huangquan Realm. Moreover, as your cultivation level improves, the laws of heaven and earth in the Huangquan Realm will instinctively reject this power. If you really practice here to the point where you are going to usher in the heavenly tribulation of the Void Refining Realm."

"You will really be left here forever." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said calmly.

"Second, you can waste time, but there is no in the world, there is no Qingyun Mountain, there is no Xiandao Alliance, and there is no people who are displaced in the war between the two tribes."

Chang Xi's face was covered with a layer of smile that could not match Chunliang's smile no matter how you look at it. The silver cross star flashing in her eyes was brighter than the bright moon. "What do those guys in the world have to do with me? The shit in the Immortal Alliance's own pants cannot be cleaned. Can the demon spies walk up to Qingyun Mountain with a swagger and invite me to Huangquan. In the end, I will rush back to the world to help them wipe their pants?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is familiar with all things in the yin and yang worlds, was not surprised by the other personality in Chang Xi's body. He laughed and spread his hands and said, "There is no way, those who can do it more."

Chang Xi, who was slightly evil, sneered.

The silver cross star in his eyes sank deep into the depths. Chang Xi, who looked warm and warm, thought for a long time and said, "After meeting with the Bodhisattva several times, I can vaguely feel that Bodhisattva should also be in the Divine Travel Realm, but I always feel that the aura on your body is much more secretive than the Qinglan Master of Qingyun Mountain. Why is this happening?"

The young monk grabbed a handful of soil in the yard, rubbed it repeatedly in his hands, and explained: "When it comes to cultivation, the Supreme Sword Master of Qingyun Mountain and me are actually half a dozen. Anyone who practices the path of sword cultivation is all the way to kill, and his understanding and exploration of self-cultivation and character cultivation is naturally inferior to those of Buddhists."

The monk let the soil return to the earth from the hazy jade fingers, and joked: "The people in Buddhism do not commit murder, and most of them practice defensive tricks like the turtle shell in your mouth. Although I can't beat you, you don't want to beat me up. In terms of fighting against each other, the true sword immortal who once could enter the Demon Realm for 30,000 miles alone was unable to defeat him, so I just learned some other magic tricks, so I will give you a mysterious feeling."

A few thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and dripping rain fell on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva finally said: "Actually, when I was young, I was far from being as smart as you, and I had never had much superior knowledge. If you say something is better than others, it is nothing more than living longer, and you have seen more changes in the world and the hearts of people you have seen. Child, don't worry, you have to walk step by step."

The monk stretched out his palm to catch the raindrops, and the Buddha's true body flashed and flew away. His words had changed to Sanskrit. The sounds were like a bell ringing in Chang Xi's heart, which was deafening.
Chapter completed!