You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 153 Two Kinds of Seas of Bitterness
The donkey cart stopped beside the dirt road and the donkey's reins were untied.

A group of "people" with complex compositions were squatting beside the cart, staring at the small mud ball covered with flowers on the cart.

Zuo Chen stood in front of everyone and tapped the small clay ball, as if he was giving a lecture:
“I have probably seen two kinds of seas of suffering.”

“Master, wait a minute!” As soon as Zuo Chen opened his mouth, he confused Zhu Laoba: “Two kinds of sea of ​​suffering? When the Bodhisattva introduced the sea of ​​suffering to us, he didn’t mention this!”

Zhu Laoba and Guan Goudou are both demon kings who followed Lin Xi. Lin Xi is a cultivator from ancient times, so he will naturally tell them more about the Sea of ​​Bitterness and remind them to pay attention to this and not fall into the trap of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

But Lin Xi never told him that there were other seas of suffering.

Donkey Master glanced at Zhu Laoba:

"Listen carefully."

"Oh."

Zuo Chen was not annoyed, but continued: "I'm afraid Master Lin Xi has never seen this second sea of ​​suffering. I estimate that the second sea of ​​suffering was just born during the period when Lin Xi died and entered Nirvana."

After saying this, Zuo Chen stretched out his finger and tapped the mud ball on the car floor.

"The waves that engulfed the world in ancient times and the bitter sea that appeared in the gambling village are the same kind. They are both the most primitive black seas and the culprits that caused the world to be destroyed."

Zuo Chen blew a breath into the palm of his hand, and a light-colored illusion swirled and floated in the breeze in his palm.

It was a surging black wave and a lake full of wailing ghosts. It was exactly the sea of ​​suffering that Zuo Chen suppressed in the gambling village at that time.

"This sea of ​​suffering is thoughtless and formless. Rather than a malicious spell, it is more like a natural disaster, like a tornado that rolls up from the ground, a dragon turning over, or a mountain fire. It has a great impact on the world, but it cannot be called 'malicious'. The creatures caught in it will turn into irrational monsters because of the pain, just like the Nine Evils. Even if their thoughts were good before they fell into the sea of ​​suffering, they will not be able to control themselves."

Everyone nodded, understanding what Zuo Chen meant.

When people encounter disasters, they will point to the sky and curse, "Oh, God!" However, disasters such as flash floods and hurricanes can only be attributed to the climate and have nothing to do with God's will.

According to the description of Master Lin Xi, when the sea of ​​suffering overflowed, it was not specifically rushing to wreak havoc in one place, but it was like an endless torrent, engulfing a large area of ​​the world.

"But this drop of bitter sea," Zuo Chen pointed at the small mud ball on the cart, "is different. It is consciously controlling the creatures it has infected. When I approached it, the trees within its influence gathered together to try to stop me. When I suppressed it, I saw through its Qi that it was deliberately controlling several people to do weird things."

"this?"

Zhu Laoba shuddered.

The Sea of ​​Bitterness itself is weird enough. If it really has a will and comes to destroy the world on its own initiative, wouldn’t that be even more terrifying?

“Back then, I also killed a Taoist who was corrupted by the sea of ​​suffering in Xuzhou. He told me at that time that respecting the sea of ​​suffering is equivalent to respecting the way of heaven, which can gain merits. When the merits are complete, one can refine the true body, escape from this ordinary world, and not fall into the sea of ​​suffering.

“If this sea of ​​suffering was really released by the Heavenly Dao, then the cultivators of the time could not have been completely unaware of it; if it was the will of the sea of ​​suffering that spoke to him at the time, then the sea of ​​suffering had seized the seat of merit of the Heavenly Dao and replaced it.

“In this case, doesn’t it mean that the sea of ​​suffering has a will?
"If that's the case, could it be that Xiao Huanxi and Wu Xiangwang are following the will of this bitter sea?"

"But what are they doing this for?" Zhu Laoba still couldn't figure it out: "Won't I die in the end if I keep doing this?"

“That’s not true.” Guan Goudou frowned. After listening to Zuo Chen’s description, he had roughly figured out the logic of the two sects: “Don’t forget, the scholar we met before, not only did he not die, but he also gained a high level of Taoism.”

Zhu Laoba thought for a while and finally reacted:
"Those perverts don't think they can be reborn by entering the sea of ​​suffering, do they?"

“Or maybe Zun Ku Hai has gained merits and intends to call himself a saint of merit.” Zuo Chen put away the mud ball with his hand: “Of course, all this is just my guess. There is no actual proof yet.”

A group of people were squatting on the roadside, somewhat silent.

If what Zuo Chen said was true, then this matter was indeed horrifying.

Beneath the raging sea of ​​suffering, there is a group of mentally ill lunatics hiding. They are waiting for an opportunity in this disaster and trying to let the huge waves swallow up the only remaining Central Continent in the world.

"I'll have to talk to my uncle about this when I see him."

Hu Wen sighed softly.

Zuo Chen's guess was well-founded and Hu Wen had to keep it in mind.

"You don't have to worry too much." Zuo Chen said, "Since the Smiling Buddha has shown up, we will meet him sooner or later. When the time comes, we can capture him and get something out of him."

……

Shangbao City was bustling with people, and the streets were filled with hawkers shouting and hawking their wares. Because Shangbao was close to the woods, most of the street vendors sold fruits and vegetables.

Pear strips, date rings, peach rings, and some preserved fruits attracted greedy children to come over and stare at the snacks with drooling eyes.

In a restaurant, the waiter brought a chicken platter and a pot of wine. He shouted, "Sorry for waiting, sir," and walked over to a wooden table.

"Sir, here is the roast chicken and wine you ordered." After the waiter put down the plate, his eyes couldn't stop drifting to the head of the man sitting on the long bench.

The guest was a big man with no hair. Under the sunlight, the top of the melon shell shone brightly.

Like a shiny sword.

This is a monk, smiling and with kind eyes. Judging from his appearance, he is a good person.

The monk rubbed his hands, pulled the roast chicken and the wine pot in front of him, wiped his hands with his monk's robe which was already a little dirty, then picked up a chicken leg and put it in his mouth to chew.

He poured a small glass of wine and drank it down his throat.

After taking these two bites of delicious food, he narrowed his eyes and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"Eating roast chicken and drinking soju, even the gods in heaven are inferior to me."

After reciting a doggerel that didn't rhyme at the beginning and didn't flow smoothly at the end, the laughing monk also saw the waiter's eyes, smiled, and stroked his bald head with his hand:
"Brother, don't look at me like that. I'm traveling around the world. I don't drink alcohol or eat meat. My body is weak. If a few robbers with knives jump out on the road, my life will be at stake, right? So I'm drinking here. I don't think the Buddha will blame me."

"Master, you really see things clearly." Seeing that the monk was easy to talk to and that there were no other customers in the store, the waiter chatted with him for a few more words: "I have met a few monks before, they were simply stubborn, chanting Buddha all the time, very crazy! In my opinion, those people may not have studied Buddhism as thoroughly as you, Master!"

"You are really embarrassing me. I am just a student and I am still in the process of learning." The monk said with a smile: "The Buddha's thoughts are profound. I have studied for most of my life, but I still can't understand even a little bit. I still need to learn more."

The waiter felt emotional.

This is the real master chef!

He is so much better than those so-called great monks!
The laughing monk took two more bites, but suddenly stopped and sighed:
"What a shame! What a shame for all the delicious food on the table."

"Ah?" The waiter was about to go back to rest when he suddenly heard the monk say that. His curiosity was also aroused: "Master, what's wrong with you? Why do you say that suddenly?"

"I'm leaving soon. It's a pity that I can't finish all the delicious food on the table."

The monk sighed.

"Where are you going? You're in such a hurry. Can't you finish your meal first?" the waiter asked curiously.

"There's an important person coming to the city soon. I have some problems with him. If he sees me here, I'll probably lose my head. I have to leave as soon as possible to avoid any trouble."

After saying this, the laughing monk reached out and picked up another chicken leg, put it to his mouth and tore off a large piece, but his eyes were still staring at the whole roast chicken, as if he wanted to take the chicken away as well.

"Who is this big shot? He even wants to kill you, Master! He is not a good person, right?" The waiter was shocked. Actually, he should not have asked this question, but the funny monk's few words aroused his curiosity. He felt itchy in his heart and recited it subconsciously.

Hearing the waiter's words, the laughing monk nodded solemnly:

"He is not a good person, but a thief who harms the world. He kills people everywhere relying on his superb skills."

He paused, and looked at the waiter with a half-smile: "You should be careful too. I see that your forehead is a little dark. Who knows, your life might fall into his hands."

The waiter shrank his neck in fear, and was about to ask the laughing monk what was going on, but he saw the monk put the whole chicken leg into his mouth and pulled down the leg bone, and the meat on the leg was removed completely by him.

He puffed up his cheeks, lifted his dirty monk's robe, turned around and walked into the alley.

When the waiter leaned over to chase after him, the man had already disappeared.

The waiter was slightly stunned, and felt horrified.

This is a truly great person!
Then he became uneasy.

If such an expert tells me that I will have a disaster in the future, what should I do?

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with any suitable ideas, so I could only sigh and take away the remaining food on the plates.

Of course he couldn't throw these things away. The chicken would go back on the chopping board, be cut into small slices and put into other dishes. The unfinished wine would be poured back into the jug and served next time.

The waiter quickly brought the remaining pot of wine to the wine jar in the backyard and poured all the wine in the pot into it.

After pouring it all, he looked at the wine jar and rubbed his eyes.

Maybe it's my own illusion.

The waiter in this restaurant always felt that the wine in this jar was a little bit black.

"Forget it, as long as it's drinkable." The waiter put the matter behind him.

He planned to go out and find a fortune teller after closing the store today to see how he could avoid the bloody disaster.

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