In hell, Yang Xuan looked calm, although he wanted Ksitigarbha to get out of hell and build a new Buddhist sect again.

But Yang Xuan did not force him to stay in hell and save those who are serious sins.

Finally, he left.

The Buddhist Sutra is the top Buddhist scriptures, but it contains a strong personal will.

It was also given by the way of heaven. Now Yang Xuan erased some of the words on the Sutra of Transformation, and the will completely disappeared.

Nowadays, the sutra of the Continent can be regarded as the true Buddhist sacred text.

Yang Xuan left. Since Ksitigarbha was unwilling to return to Buddhism, he had no choice but to look for the reincarnation of Tathagata.

Soon, he arrived at Fengdu City and explained some words to Jiang Xin and others. He left Fengdu City.

"The Emperor of Fengdu, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." At this moment, the King of Ghost seemed to have enough courage and spoke.

"What's up?"

"I, Lao Hei, also got a wife and wanted to get married with you." The nigger king scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Yang Xuan was stunned. The nigger king must have heard Fan Wuji say he wanted to marry him with him, and he felt itchy.

Then I started looking for a wife.

"It's up to you." Yang Xuan was speechless.

"Haha, thank you Emperor Fengdu." The nigger king was ecstatic.

"Where are you going to, Fengdu Emperor? I, Lao Hei, will be sad for you."

"Forget it, you'd better take the time to find a wife."

Yang Xuan left, he walked out of the gate of hell and entered the earthly realm.

There was no one around, but Meng Nu followed her.

"Why are you here?" Yang Xuan looked at Meng Nu.

"I have been staying in the underworld for many years. I haven't felt the breath of this prehistoric world for a long time." Meng Nu looked at the clouds in thousands of miles and said intoxicatedly.

Yang Xuan blamed himself slightly.

Yes, Meng Nu has been in the underworld for countless years, and now she is not afraid of anyone in the world, but she has not taken Meng Nu to walk around in this world, which is indeed a bit inappropriate.

"I'm sorry, Meng Nu." Yang Xuan said softly.

"I'm fine. I know you have a lot to do. I just want to be by your side and look at this vast land when you come out." Meng Nu chuckled, and her beautiful face was filled with happiness.

"Okay!" Yang Xuan nodded, and then walked on the prehistoric land with Meng Nu.

"Yang Xuan, I've seen it and I can do your business." Three days later, Meng Nu spoke.

Yang Xuan nodded, and then the two walked towards the mortal kingdom.

Dongsheng Shenzhou is vast, with hundreds of millions of mortals, and countless countries in nature.

Yang Xuan and Meng Nu traveled around Dongsheng Shenzhou for a few days, and then left.

Here, he did not find the person he was looking for.

Then, Yang Xuan and the others came to Xiniu Hezhou.

At this time, Duobao Tathagata may have been reincarnated for several lifetimes, but it is easy to find him.

As long as you let Cui Fujun look through the life and death book, you will know where he is.

But Yang Xuan didn't do that. He wanted to take Meng Nu to wander around the earthly world.

Xiniu Hezhou is the westernmost continent in the earthly world.

This place is barren, with mountainous deserts and sparsely populated.

But there are not without creatures, but the environment is harsh, which is far from the Eastern Gods and Shenzhou.

But for countless years, Buddhism has been operating here, which has brought some blessings to the creatures in Xiniu Hezhou.

There is a river in Xiniu Hezhou, called Qinghe.

There is a small town next to Qinghe River, called Qinghe Town.

Ten years ago, a baby was born here.

When the baby was born, a strange phenomenon came from the sky, and a golden light soared into the sky, forming a golden shadow of the golden Buddha in the void.

Everyone in Qinghe Town crawled on the ground and bowed to the phantom of the golden Buddha.

He called out a strange phenomenon from the sky, and that child must be the reincarnation of a god.

Such visions naturally attracted the attention of the abbot of the nearby temple.

They hurried to Qinghe Town, and finally took the child away and took him up the mountain.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and the child is ten years old.

He was wearing a wide cassock and holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the floor in the temple.

The little monk had a beautiful face and a strange light shining with six incense scars above his head. At first glance, he looked very extraordinary.

This temple is also an ordinary temple.

Although the monks in the temple have certain cultivation, they are no different from ordinary people in Yang Xuan's eyes.

People in this kind of temple pay attention to fate. If you have a fate with the Buddha, you can recite scriptures.

They don’t know what kind of Buddhist scriptures are there. Temples of this level are not qualified to know the existence of Buddhist scriptures.

Therefore, they are true Buddhist disciples and have a causal relationship with the two Western saints, but they do not uphold their will.

Over the years, with the decline of Buddhism, even the birthplace of Buddhism, the small temples of Xiniu Hezhou, are very difficult.

The pilgrims were almost cut off and many temples collapsed.

There are more than a dozen people in the temple, but now only one abbot and a little monk are left.

The little monk was devoted to the Buddha, and he didn't have so much thought, and he kept serving the old abbot, which was deeply loved by the old abbot.

"Child, you should go down the mountain to return to secular life. The incense in our temple is almost cut off. If you stay there, you will starve to death."

The old abbot looked at the little monk with a small head and a loose robe and sighed.

"Abbot, the temple incense is cut off. The disciples think that we have not helped the world. When we help the world escape from the sea of ​​suffering and bless all living beings in the future, we believe that the incense will increase." The little monk said seriously.

"Oh... why are you so stubborn? Do you still not understand? My Buddhist sect has been exhausted and it will not last long."

"While you are still young, go down the mountain and return to secular life, and go find your parents."

"The sentient beings in the world are my parents. Don't worry, abbot, one day, my disciples will carry forward the Buddhist sect." The young monk said firmly.

"I thought so when I was young, but I saw with my own eyes that the temple has changed from hundreds to dozens of people, and finally the two of us."

"I have seen with my own eyes that many Buddha statues in this temple collapsed and the pilgrims were cut off."

"It was not until this moment that I realized that the Buddhist sect had exhausted all its energy and was powerless to turn the world back."

"Child, stop being persistent, it's useless."

"Abbot, my disciple believes that focusing on the Buddha can save all sentient beings and help them escape from the sea of ​​suffering. As for whether the disciple starves to death or freezes to death, like ordinary people, the four elements will be empty in the end."

The little monk showed firmness and said seriously.

"I ask you, who are you worshiping Buddha?" At this moment, a voice came in from outside the temple.

Upon hearing this, the abbot and the little monk both looked towards the temple gate.

I saw two pilgrims, a man and a woman, coming in from outside the temple.

Men are handsome and women are beautiful. They have a good temperament and feel an inexplicable pressure all over their bodies.

"Abbot, look, a pilgrimage is coming." The little monk said excitedly.

But the old monk's eyelids twitched. These two people were absolutely extraordinary in their identities. Just standing there, it made people feel the urge to worship him.

"I am the abbot of this temple. I dare to come from afar for the two donors. What's the point of doing?" The abbot said solemnly.

Yang Xuan waved his hand, and did not answer the abbot's words, but looked at the little monk and continued, "Little monk, who are you worshiping Buddha?"

The little monk raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "Of course I worship the Buddha in my heart."

"Then who is the Buddha in your heart?" Yang Xuan continued to ask.

"I don't know, but I think that should be a great sage, a powerful man who blesses the world."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan smiled and said, "If I tell you that Buddhism is dead, do you believe it?"

"I believe, but the Buddha in my heart still exists. He may not be a person or a creature, he is just a light existence in my heart."

Looking at the little monk, Yang Xuan's smile became stronger and stronger, and he continued, "Would you like to let the light in your heart shine in the world?"

"I would, if I had that power, I would illuminate the light in my heart."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan nodded, then looked at the abbot and said, "He is the hope of the rise of Buddhism. Only by protecting him can the Buddhist sect prosper."

As he said that, Yang Xuan pointed out and pointed it directly at the old abbot's eyebrows.
To be continued...