Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Huh? How did you know?"

"The boss has a mole in the Bardo. That mole passed the message to me before he died."

"There are more guilty ghosts than innocent ghosts... The realm of suffering is truly interesting."

Just as Qi Yi was adrift in the Sea of ​​Sin, Emperor Tathagata finished performing a ritual to deliver a three-headed evil spirit.

This evil spirit has been attached to the filthy pit for hundreds of years. Although it fears the holy dragon energy deep within the pit and dares not get too close, it has also absorbed many remnants of the souls of living beings outside the pit, becoming a leader with enormous ghostly power.

Taking advantage of the invasion of the intermediate state by the Buddhist realm, this evil spirit escaped and began to devour humans and low-level ghosts.

Unexpectedly, Duan Junheng discovered the evil spirit, forcing it to cross the Great Wall of Despair and flee into the Nili Forest Prison to hide.

Upon entering the hellish realm, a Buddha's palm struck, leaving the evil spirit dazed and disoriented. When he regained consciousness, he found himself trapped within countless Buddhist scriptures.

The gentle chanting echoed in my ears, but the evil spirits seemed to be subjected to a thousand tortures, screaming in agony.

The chanting continued, and gradually, the demon lost one of its heads.

After a long time, the demon lost another head and returned to its normal human form.

"Master, can you spare me? I really don't want to hear you chanting scriptures anymore."

“If you listen to my chanting and no longer feel pain, fear, or suffering, I will release you.”

"Ahhh~"

The evil spirit still felt pain, fear, and suffering.

……

Finally, at some point, the evil spirit woke up and found that it had fallen asleep to the sound of chanting.

"Master, Master, please continue chanting the sutras. I slept so well, I haven't slept this well in hundreds of years."

“I have recited the sutra for you three thousand six hundred times. You have shed your evil form and severed your sinful heart. This is the moment when our karmic connection ends.”

The demon's eyes lit up; the surroundings were no longer Buddhist scriptures, but rather vaguely familiar houses and streets.

This is the Alley of Life and Death.

The evil spirit bowed in gratitude towards the direction of the Netherworld Hell, then turned and walked towards the cycle of reincarnation.

"Friend, congratulations on helping another evil spirit to be saved."

Luo Hou exclaimed in admiration.

Duan Junheng gave him a pass to the Yin Realm, making it much easier for him to enter and exit without having to cut down the boundaries anymore.

At this moment, Emperor Tathagata, having sat in meditation for a long time, was almost one with the forest beneath him, his monk's robes covered with fallen leaves, flying flowers, insect molts, and bird droppings.

Even on my shoulder, a wild grass sprouted, bearing tiny, unidentified white flowers.

“Wu Jun, it was not I who saved him, but he who saved me. This three-headed demon has greatly increased my vow power, and I am ashamed to accept it.”

Emperor Tathagata stretched out his palm, and a seven-colored phantom appeared out of thin air. In the phantom, the three thousand worlds rapidly evolved, and the past and future appeared in an instant.

However, this illusion lasted only a short time, disappearing without a trace after a few breaths.

"This is?"

"A wondrous and ineffable Tao, unfortunately, I have not yet comprehended it."

Chapter 193 The Sacrifice at the Fierce Martial Altar, the Appearance of the Supreme Lord

In the hellish land of Nili, a light drizzle began to fall.

Although the evil spirits and beasts in the hell of Nirvana have decreased significantly after the enlightenment of the Buddha, the earth's energy accumulated over thousands of years is still shrouded in miasma, and evil spirits persist.

This rain is lochia.

Luo Hou sat opposite Emperor Rulai, and his white robe was soon stained with traces.

"Lord Wu, there is a wooden house by the lake. Please take shelter there for the time being."

Why won't the Buddha head enter the house?

“When I first arrived, there were still demonic beasts in the house. Later, the demonic beasts avoided me and left the house empty. Although it is an empty house, I cannot trespass on my own.”

"What harm is there in me staying with you?"

Emperor Tathagata raised his palm, and a gentle Buddhist power emanated from it, transforming into a thick cloud that caught the torrential rain and dispersed it to both sides.

"Thank you."

"Not long ago, I sensed the presence of a page of a book."

"When Brahma returned, he immediately quelled the Red Tide disaster."

"Good."

"I wonder what has become of the Buddha and the Soul of the Manjushri?"

“I placed them in the opening scroll and nourished them day and night with Buddhist energy, hoping to help them cleanse their sins as soon as possible.”

"No wonder when I saw you performing the ritual to deliver the three-headed evil spirit, there were two extremely bright and dazzling spiritual consciousnesses in the opening scroll."

“The opening chapters are like this hellish hell, where all plants and trees grow in the same place and are nourished by the same rain, yet each has its own unique characteristics.”

The rain stopped.

Rahu bid farewell to Emperor Tathagata and departed, his mind exceptionally peaceful.

The night was as white as silver, and the river gently lapped against both banks.

Ju Yefeng led the warrior monks of Tianfo Yuanxiang to attack the banks of the Yuyang River.

In the moonlit painted boat, Qi Luosheng applies makeup in front of the mirror. With each stroke, black and red peonies bloom on her face, recreating the glory of her former life.

What is Jianghu?

Wherever there are people, there will be grudges; wherever there are grudges, there will be a world of intrigue; people are the world of intrigue.

Since the incident at Yuzhong Sanqianlou, Qiluosheng has not entered the martial arts world for thirty years. Every year, he would visit the former site of Yuzhong Sanqianlou to pay his respects, but unfortunately, he could not resolve this grudge in the end.

He put down his paintbrush and looked at his hand in the candlelight.

These hands, white as jade, had not held a knife for thirty years, but tonight, Qi Luosheng assured that these hands would be very steady.

The sound of the wind extinguishing the candle as it turned around, and when Xuepu Fan reappeared in the moonlight, it was now a long, narrow knife.

The Jiangshan Yandao (a type of sword) has no scabbard and is never sheathed.

He walked on the waves and landed on the riverbank.

"The murderer shall pay with his life!"

With a furious roar, Ju Yefeng roared, and the monks of the Buddhist village broke their vows and began to kill.

Ershanduo's pipa played a rapid, torrential sound like a downpour, while Weijiangdu's Buddha palm swung like a raging tide. Behind him, a dozen or so martial monks spun rapidly, praising his skill.

Once you've entered the world of martial arts, what is there to fear?

Qi Luosheng brandished her beautiful blade and said, "You can't take away the fate of Jiangshan Kuaishou."

The blade flashed in a chilling arc under the moonlight, its eyes showing no mercy, its heart unwavering, letting the wind carry its burning blood, the blade severing even the Buddha's heart.

"Ok?"

Ju Yefeng Tan watched for a moment, and seeing that the monks were no match for Qi Luosheng, he immediately wielded the Huo Ku Zhong Yan and slashed down with great force.

Qi Luosheng shouted: "The world is turned upside down, it's over!"

The sword energy transformed into sword intent, which arose from the heart. An unmatched yet incredibly fast sword light flashed, slicing through the darkness and cutting through the wind and clouds.

One knife, five techniques; each strike can cause serious injury.

"Uh~"

Ershanduo's wrist was immediately injured, and Miaoyin fell to the riverbank.

Weijiangdu leaped back swiftly, but was still injured by the sword's energy, vomiting a mouthful of crimson blood.

The three monks behind him were unable to dodge in time and were instantly decapitated.

Ju Yefeng dodged to the side, then unleashed his ultimate move: "Monster, I won't let you get away with this! Three Realms of the Buddhist Path - Holy Strike of the Buddhist Sea!"

Yan Dao, Buddha Dao.

A swift and valiant swordsman.

The two fought with lightning speed and ruthlessness, their battle so fierce that the heavens and earth trembled and the sun and moon seemed to change hands.

Seeing that the judge and Qi Luosheng were locked in a stalemate, the three Shura who had been standing silently behind them activated their formation in unison.

"Liberate from the Asura Formation of the Three Paths!"

At the same time, Fan Qiye, one of the four guardians of the Heavenly King, raised the Heavenly Canopy and the Heavenly Net: "Heavenly Net protects life!"

In an instant, the three of them were bound by six Buddhist shackles, and Qi Luosheng was bound by a vast Buddhist aura that drew upon the spiritual energy of the stars and the earth to lend their support.

Furthermore, a precious umbrella covered the sky and the earth, shielding the monks from the glaring blade.

"One more move, and I'll finish you off! Instant kill with flames of war, shout!"

The flames of war rise, the raging fires blaze, three thousand rays of Buddha's light open the gates of hell, and a single stroke of the judgment blade severs life and death.

Her lithe figure was shackled, her peerless beauty was locked, and Qi Luosheng was like a bird with broken wings or a flower with severed roots. Just as the judgment blade was about to fall, a sword flew in from the sky.

Before the person arrived, the sword's intent was already there, and blood splattered.

"what!"

Ju Yefeng covered his throat and cried out in shock, unable to believe that he was dying like this.

"Your Excellency!"

"Judge!"

The newcomer had a cold and solemn expression; with a flash of sword light, he severed the Buddhist shackles.

"Yi Qixing, you killed the judge!"

"I do not deny it."

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Weijiangdu picked up the corpses of Juye Fengtan and rushed to Xiyushan Temple.