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Chapter 250: Wheel Chapter

Chapter 250: Reincarnation ( words, please give me a monthly ticket)

Huangquan Base.

"Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee!"

A fast-paced sound came from the demon-like intelligent engineering workshop, and then something was seen coming out from inside it, following the conveyor belt and input into the gate of the Huangquan base.

Yun Zhongjun watched Gui Bo operate the intelligent engineering vehicle to continuously print out a large number of soul model chips. The first thing these soul model chips did after they were manufactured was to be used on all the ghosts of the underworld.

From the ghosts and gods in the underworld, to the ghosts in the weeds, to the evil ghosts in hell, all will be implanted in the soul.

This is also the first time that consciousness uploading technology has been fully and formally used since its birth in the Undying Bone Hell.

Gui Bo's real body is the host of the Huangquan Base, and Jiang Chao is still used to communicating with him in the old way.

There is a huge screen in front of me.

Jiang Chao didn't say anything. He blinked twice and saw a line of text entered in the pop-up window.

Then Gui Bo responded, and a new line of text immediately popped up below the text entered by Jiang Chao.

Administrator: "The Da Siming server has been initially constructed. Regarding the matters concerning Samsara, how did Wangshu arrange for you?"

Uncle Gui: "All the ghosts in the underworld will be implanted with chips and gradually complete the process of uploading their consciousness. After the reincarnation begins, when the ghosts in the wormwood have exhausted their Yin life and merits, and when the evil ghosts have paid off their sins, they will be sent to reincarnation, except for the evil ghosts in the endless hell."

Administrator: "What is the situation of the evil ghosts in the hell?"

Gui Bo replied with a short but vivid sentence: "Upload junk files to the Recycle Bin."

After hearing what Gui Bo said, Jiang Chao felt more and more that the entire Huangquan Base was a huge computer.

It has designed multiple virtual worlds such as Haoli, Xianghuo Shenjing, and Hell, and saved the "life programs" transmitted back from reality in different virtual worlds in different categories.

But when the cycle of reincarnation begins, the program in this computer will be able to return to reality once again and become a living person.

Administrator: "How many people have had their merits and sins reset to zero?"

Gui Bo: "There are already one hundred and forty-two people."

Administrator: “How are these people arranged?”

Uncle Gui: "All soul chips will be stored in the Great Sima server center. You can temporarily keep them in Haoli, or you can go to the reincarnation platform in advance to queue up and wait until the reincarnation system is turned on."

Administrator: "What if you don't want to enter reincarnation?"

Ghost Uncle: "Souls will always wander in the wormwood, but without a brain and a body, they have completely become a program."

Administrator: "What if you don't even want to wander around?"

Gui Bo: "There is a delete window on the reincarnation program console."

Jiang Chao exited the conversation, and the screen of the Huang Quan host flashed and then entered standby mode.

The conveyor belt that continuously transports soul chips to the red spider lily planting center is still running towards the distance under the dimly flickering red and white lanterns.
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The monk who picked up the flower took off the evil ghost mask and sat in the Samsara Temple, watching the wind and rain outside which had not stopped yet.

The willow branches in the yard swayed violently in the wind, making the night wind seem even more violent, and even the sound of the rain seemed to have become louder.

The Monk Picking the Flower looked at the mask in his hand which was painted with the image of an evil ghost, and vaguely understood what this world would become when the souls of all living beings returned to their places and the cycle of reincarnation was completely begun.

"Wearing this ghost mask will allow you to sense the souls of other people. The soul-stealing ghost can reach a dead or dying mortal in just a moment and take their soul back to the netherworld."

The wind and rain blew the willow branches down, and fine raindrops blew into the corridor and fell on the knees and face of the monk who was sitting cross-legged.

“Perhaps it won’t be long before the ghost with a ghost face comes to lead this poor monk into the reincarnation.”

"Even though the body dies, the soul lives on, and it continues to reincarnate, from generation to generation."

The monk made a promise in front of Linghua Jun that he was willing to be the first person to reincarnate.

Although he didn't know when the first reincarnation would begin, whether it would be ten or eight years later, or tomorrow, he voluntarily chose the path of reincarnation.

but.

He had clearly longed for the reincarnation to come as soon as possible, but now that the time had come, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic in the darkness.

He didn't understand what he was so afraid of. Was he reluctant to give up this rotten body, or was he afraid of reincarnation itself?

Whenever he felt uneasy, he would recite scriptures.

"Reincarnation is caused by karma."

"..."

"Knowing this, seeing this, one cannot see the end of samsara, nor the beginning of nirvana."

"..."

However, after reciting the sutra for a long time, the uneasiness in my heart did not ease at all, but became even worse.

The monk who picked up the flower put down his Buddhist beads, knowing that he had fallen into mental disorder.

"Since you are afraid and confused about reincarnation, then go and learn what it is like!"

The monk picking flowers decided that he must go deep into the underworld to take a look, perhaps he could find the answer.

But there is another problem.

He was a living man. Even with a ghost mask on, he still couldn't cross the sea of red spider lilies, board the Yellow Spring Boat and enter the deeper parts of the underworld.

He didn't know how many times he had stood on the other side, looking at the rolling Yellow Spring, one end of which connected to the underworld and the other to hell.

The ships coming and going on the river had nothing to do with him.

But this time.

The monk put on the ghost mask and tried again. As a result, he stood in the sea of red spider lilies and looked at the river. This time a different situation occurred.

In the distance, a figure paddling a yellow spring boat gradually approached and stopped in front of the monk.

The monk tried to step up and stepped firmly on it.

The monk was shocked, but soon he understood something. This must be the reason why he was destined to be reincarnated.

Perhaps in this underworld, he is no longer a complete living person.

But a ghost waiting to be reincarnated.

And it is indeed so. At this moment, information about him is circulating on the Huangquan host.

"Reincarnation awaits."

"Number 1."

The monk put his other foot onto the boat of the underworld, and the ghost began to row the boat towards the city of Youdu that the monk had always dreamed of.

The monk looked excitedly at the blooming red spider lilies on both sides of the river, then raised his head to gaze at the scene in the distance.

A giant spirit summoning souls stands tall in Chu, the gates of Youdu open to welcome the ghosts of the underworld, and in the depths one can see a giant mountain that is one with the darkness, and a constantly spinning vortex.

The monks heard the crying and howling of ghosts coming from the underworld, and lined up to cross the stone bridge covered with ghost shadows, holding the number plates for their reincarnations.

Watching the evil ghosts detained by ghosts and gods walk across the long bridge, pass under the long banners like clouds, and enter the Youdu City to wait for the judgment of Guibo.

The gate of Youdu City gives people a feeling of suffocation.

The monk walked slowly into the room as the evil ghost was watching him. He thought he would be stopped, but he never expected that the evil ghost did not make any move.

He mingled among the evil spirits, listening to the dragging of chains and the sound of thundering whips from ghosts and gods.

They walked up the long steps together and arrived in front of the hall.

"Wang Qilang!"

"You committed many evil deeds in your lifetime and have committed serious sins. Your actions have violated Articles 132, 560, and 1,200 of the Underworld Law..."

"Come forward and be tried!"

The monk looked up at the eerie and dark hall and vaguely saw the deep outline of a ghost sitting on a towering giant chair.

Majestic and extremely cold.

Two ghost gods stood on the left and right. They were as burly as giants, with powerful auras. They held iron chains and steel forks in their hands, and stared at the evil ghost kneeling in the center of the hall with burning and vigilant eyes.

This evil ghost has a emaciated body, a hideous face, and a gloomy aura surrounding him.

His eyes flashed with fear and anxiety, and he clasped his hands tightly, as if trying to seek a little comfort.

A long chain was wrapped around his back, tightly binding his body and making him unable to move.

When the evil ghost heard what the ghost said, his body trembled and despair flashed in his eyes when he looked up.

"Uncle Gui, I know I am wrong and I am willing to accept any punishment."

"I only ask for a glimmer of hope so that I can turn over a new leaf."

However, the ghost remained unmoved, and only a cold voice came out from the darkness.

"Wang Qilang's merits and sins are so severe that he should be sent to the Fire Oil Hell for two hundred years!"

After hearing this, the evil ghost tried to argue and shouted loudly.

"What do you mean by a hundred or dozens? I don't understand!"

"I don't know anything. How can I be guilty of anything? I haven't done anything..."

And Gui Bo simply waved his hand, and a dark edict turned into light and shot into the evil ghost's body from high above, officially sending it to hell. At the same time, all the information in the dark edict could be seen merging into the evil ghost's consciousness.

All his past events came to his mind one by one. All his deeds, words, merits and sins were written on the edict.

After saying this, Gui Bo waved his hand and ordered the ghosts and gods to drag the evil ghost out to be punished.

The ghosts and gods of the underworld immediately stepped forward, tied the evil ghost's wrists with iron chains, and lifted it from the ground.

The evil ghost struggled painfully, but to no avail. He was dragged out of the hall and disappeared into the endless darkness.

Outside the main hall.

It was the first time for the monk to see evil spirits being tried. The ghosts lined up outside were trembling in fear, but he clasped his hands together and kept muttering.

"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished!"

The monk left Youdu and headed deeper into the abyss, but he still couldn't suppress his excitement.

On the way, he recited the Sutra of Karma and Reincarnation that he had written.

"In the cycle of life and death, all living beings flow according to their karma. Good deeds are rewarded with good, evil deeds are rewarded with evil, and those who are neither good nor evil also receive their own rewards."

"..."

"Those who practice good will receive good results; those who do evil will fall into the evil path."

The scene he just saw was the confirmation of the scene he expected in the scriptures, and it also fulfilled his past wish.

The world has been in chaos for hundreds of years. Having traveled all the way from the North, he has seen many tragic situations caused by the collapse of order. But now that order in the world is slowly being restored, it may be able to maintain peace in the world for decades or even hundreds of years.

And now, the system of rewarding good and punishing evil in the underworld has allowed him to see a thousand years of peace. At least from now on, people will always have some awe in everything they do.

As for the thousand years later, he didn't know, or he couldn't see that far, let alone imagine it.

The monk walked along the way and gradually left Youdu City.

Behind that.

He saw a high platform or cliff like a natural chasm, extending endlessly to both sides.

There are also people waiting in line here. That is the team heading to Haoli, but there are also others, some of whom are heading to the Xianghuo Shenjing.

There was also a team that was scattered and continued towards a vortex high up. He didn't know where it was, but he could feel a calling from somewhere.

He walked towards that road unconsciously and stood among the crowd.

The monk stood at the back, holding Buddhist beads and asked about the ghost in front.

"This benefactor!"

"Can you tell me why you are waiting here?"

The ghost heard someone calling him donor and turned around to look.

"Where did you come from, you monk ghost? Don't you know that this is the place to go for reincarnation?"

"We are waiting in line here, waiting to be reincarnated."

The monk immediately looked up at the platform and at the vortex.

"So this is the place of reincarnation."

The monk asked again: "The wheel of reincarnation has not yet been opened, so why is it left here empty?"

The ghost said: "If it is possible to avoid reincarnation, who would be willing to come here?"

The monk was very surprised: "Isn't reincarnation a good thing? Why doesn't the donor want to be reincarnated as a human?"

The ghost said, "In my previous life, I committed some sins, which were neither too big nor too small, and was punished to be in the Iron Sand Hell, where I dug iron sand for more than half a year and refined ore in the black ash for a long time."

"Eating iron pills and drinking iron water every day is extremely painful."

"After accumulating some merits, I came out of the Iron Sand Hell and entered the Land of Weeds."

Speaking of Haoli, the ghost's tone changed instantly.

"Coming from that miserable iron sand hell to that weed land, it really feels like I've been to, well... it's like what you monks call the paradise."

"That Haoli is really a good place. There is food and shelter. There is no wind or rain, and no diseases."

"Even just looking at the wormwood in the field and the fireflies on the wormwood makes people feel peaceful and comfortable."

After the ghost finished telling about his life in the artemisia, he spoke to the monk.

"Unfortunately, the merits are quickly exhausted."

"There is no other way. I can only come here and wait for reincarnation. If possible, I will definitely accumulate more merits in the next life so that I can enjoy more blessings in that wormwood for a longer time."

The ghost looked at the monk and looked him up and down.

"You, a monk, probably have never even been to the Artemisia Land. That's a pity. You haven't even visited such a beautiful place, but you have been reborn into the human world and suffered the sufferings of the human world again. It's really a pity."

The ghost kept saying what a pity, what a pity, as if compared with the weeds, the human world was almost the same place as hell.

The monk was stunned for a moment, feeling a little overwhelmed by what the ghost said.

He thought that everyone would be happy to see the reincarnation cycle begin again, but when he came to the underworld, he found that the ghosts here were different from the mortals above. The ghosts were reluctant to step into the cycle of reincarnation.

Monk: "So if possible, you would rather stay in that weeds than reincarnate?"

The ghost: "What reincarnation? If I could stay in the wormwood forever, I would never go back to the human world. Even though life in hell is hard, at least there is hope. In the human world, there is no hope at all. Sometimes I think it is even harder than hell."

"If I could go back to the Iron Sand Hell, I would really like to go back to the Iron Sand Hell for another two years, and then live in the Artemisia Land for another ten or eight years..."

The monk seemed to have heard something funny. The evil ghosts in hell were actually willing to return to that hell rather than reincarnate into the human world.

The monk walked forward. He also wanted to ask the other ghosts what they thought about reincarnation.

The monk stepped over the ghost and climbed up the stairs.

Seeing this, the ghost was stunned for a moment.

"Going up?"

The ghost immediately followed the monk's example and walked up the stairs, but he could not step on them no matter how hard he tried. Finally, he could only look at the monk and shout.

"what!"

"You, a ghost monk, are reincarnated ahead of me."

"Hey, I was clearly here first, how did you get ahead of me, monk?"

The ghost said that he did not want to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but when he saw the monk got ahead of him, he began to become dissatisfied.

The monk walked up all the way and asked many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated. Some of them were willing to enter the human world, but more of them were willing to stay in the grass.

Even if they are willing to go to the human world, it is not that they think the human world is better than Haoli, but there are more or less some things in the human world that they cannot give up.

Finally, the monk climbed onto the platform.

"Three Life Stone."

The monk looked at the Three Lives Stone and shone it forward, then he saw his past and all the things in the human world were revealed.

He had fought a life-and-death battle with the fierce bandits in the Western Regions, and he had also seen the rebellious army slaughtering the city in Beiyan, with the raging fire turning the sky red.

In years of severe drought, the roadsides were littered with starving people.

The flood broke the dam, and corpses floated in the water. People on the high slopes cried as they looked at the flooded fields.

He has experienced all kinds of intrigues and conspiracies, and witnessed what it means for human hearts to be like devils and for one thought to lead to hell.

Just like what the ghosts said, the world on earth at this moment seems to be not much better than hell.

The monk looked at the vortex of reincarnation, then turned around and walked back.

"Hey, you monk ghost, why are you coming down again?"

The monk walked past the reincarnated ghosts, headed towards the long queue in the distance, and slowly entered the weeds.

Passing through the vortex, it landed in a field of wormwood.

The monk pushed aside the wormwood and looked at this peaceful and quiet wormwood land. His eyes passed through the sky full of fireflies and looked towards the layers of ghost towns.

"Nirvana."

Just as the reincarnated ghost said, the first time the monk saw it, he felt as if he had seen the paradise, the Pure Land described in the scriptures.

As he entered deeper, the monk's feeling became more intense.

There will never be disasters like droughts and floods here, nor will there be the various illnesses that plague the human world. There is only everlasting stability and prosperity.

In this place, you can use merit to create all the wonderful life you imagine, and you can also go to any place you want in a single thought.

There is no birth or death, no sin here.

There is no confusion, no strife.

Only.

The paradise that mortals dream of.

It seems that as long as you come here, all the troubles and sufferings that people have, the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death, separation from loved ones, meeting with enemies, failure to obtain what you want, and the burning flames of the five elements, everything has an end and an answer.

However, standing in this "Utopia" and "Paradise" that ended all pain and troubles, the monk fell into deep confusion.

"If there is already a paradise where there is no birth, no death, no disease, and no disaster, then what is the point of reincarnation?"

An idea even came to his mind.

"Reincarnation is not a blessing, but a punishment for mortals."

Perhaps people should have been stuck in this world forever, but gods and Buddhas sent people into the human world to suffer in order to punish them.
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The next period of time.

The flower-picking monk Konghui meditated and chanted scriptures every day, and became a little confused, completely unlike the divine monk he used to be.

He even began to fear that the imaginary ghost would take him away, bring him to the platform of reincarnation, and reincarnate him into the next life.

"Master, why are you so distressed?"

"But what happened recently?"

"Master, what are you worried about?"

Even the disciples asked the monk worriedly, but the monk did not tell them what he saw and heard in the underworld.

perhaps.

He was afraid that what he said would make his disciples afraid of life instead of death.

Perhaps, he was afraid that he had guessed wrong, understood the truth incorrectly, and misled his disciples.

But just like before, some things cannot be solved by just sitting in meditation or chanting, even if the cushion is worn out.

Wherever the incident happened, he could only go to the source to find out the problem and solve the doubts in his heart. Finally, one night, the monk put down the Buddhist beads and sighed.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided."

Since he has made a great wish, even if reincarnation is a punishment for mortals, he must go.

Every thought creates a cause, and every cause has its effect.

Can't escape, can't get rid of it.

Even though he could have entered the "Pure Land" and become an existence without birth, death, disease or disaster through his own merits, now he could only deal with the cause and effect.

The monk put on the ghost mask, closed his eyes, and followed the wind.

He once again stood on the river bank where the red spider lilies were blooming, watching the ghost of the underworld paddling a boat towards him in the distance.

He once again entered the city of Youdu and saw people going to hell. He also once again entered the wild grass and lingered in the "Paradise".

Finally, he came to the path of reincarnation.

But this time, he found something unusual.

"Donor, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you still remember me?"

The monk stood on the steps and started chatting with the reincarnated ghost again.

but.

This time, the reincarnated ghosts looked at the monk in confusion and asked who he was, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

"Where did you come from, you ghost monk? Do you recognize me?"

"Go away, ghost monk, don't come near me."

"How come you are in front of me, you monk?"

The monk climbed up step by step and found that he had seen every ghost on this road to reincarnation, but none of the ghosts recognized him.

But when asked about their past, the monk found that they remembered it all.

The only thing I don't remember is him.

"How could this be?"

The monk didn't understand that once the ghost completed uploading its consciousness, it gradually left the jar, leaving its memories and personality behind.

Once you complete the steps to eternal life, you will become like those monsters, trapped in time, existing in a continuous cycle.

They do not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but are equally trapped in another cycle of reincarnation.

Only after reincarnation.

The fixed time for them will start to flow again, and only after experiencing a new life and realizing new things will they truly change.

However, if they were still in that weed, the memory would continue to expand, but the personality would have become an unchanging existence.

It’s just that once these ghosts embark on the road to reincarnation and stand on the queued steps, the content of their memory will no longer expand to avoid any accidents before reincarnation.

The monk didn't know why this happened, so he fled down the stairs in panic and returned to the human world.

"How could this happen?"

"What on earth happened to that ghost?"

The monk was not only afraid that the ghost had forgotten him, he was just remembering some of the monsters and ghosts he had seen in the wormwood, and vaguely sensed some real problems that existed with these monsters and ghosts.

He wandered around and finally arrived at the Imperial Master's Mansion before dawn to wait.

finally.

In the main hall of the Yunzhong Palace Temple, we saw Linghua Jun burning incense.

He knelt on the ground, bowed down to Linghua Jun, and asked devoutly.

"why?"

"Then the reincarnated ghost will become like this. Could it be that once a person becomes a ghost, he will forget a lot of things?"

Linghua Jun turned around and told him an even more shocking answer.

“It’s not about forgetting, it’s about not changing.”

Monk: “No change?”

Linghua Jun: "When you die, your mind and nature are like a child, and you will remain like a child from now on. Even if you live in the wild grass for a long time, you will never truly grow up."

Monk: “Is this good or bad?”

Linghua Jun: "Konghui, do you know why this reincarnation cycle is reopened?"

Monk: “I don’t know.”

Linghua-jun told Yunzhong-jun everything he had told her.

“The human heart is ever-changing. It is like a tree that sprouts from a seed, grows deep roots and leaves, and eventually becomes a towering tree.”

"But humans also have their limits. If they were to achieve immortality, it would be like a child holding a heavy object. They would eventually destroy themselves."

“Reincarnation allows a person to continuously experience the power of immortality, the freedom of immortality, the suffering of immortality, and the loneliness of immortality.”

"Also, as an immortal, you need to give up something, and you also need to gain something."

"It allows a person to experience in advance how to go from being a mortal of a hundred years to becoming a true immortal of ten thousand years."

"After going through the cycle of time and reincarnation, once one has truly attained enlightenment and found a goal and a great wish, a mortal can truly transcend the ordinary and become an immortal."

"And the memories and experiences of thousands of reincarnations will overlap, and as humans, ghosts, and gods, they will all become the foundation of immortality."

The monk raised his head. He finally understood the significance of the overall situation of reincarnation and was completely shocked by the meaning behind it.

He couldn't even believe that these words would come out of Linghua Jun's mouth.

He looked at Linghua Jun.

The other party had the appearance of a god, but he vaguely saw another existence in Linghua Jun.

It was as if at this moment the ancient god above the nine heavens was attached to Linghua Jun and spoke these words to him.

"Kong Hui."

"Reincarnation is for the purpose of becoming an immortal."

"Or, if you want, you can call it enlightenment."

"It's just a name."

Linghua Jun turned around and continued.

"It's okay to be a human being, but only for a few decades."

"It doesn't matter if I'm a ghost, just a hundred or two hundred years in a hurry."

"Even if I am a god, hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye."

“All of this is just part of life’s journey. You can stop, linger, and look back.”

"But eventually, people must transcend their mortal bodies and break free from the shackles of the world and the human world."

After saying all this, Linghua Jun sat cross-legged in front of the statue.

"If you don't want to be reincarnated, you don't have to go. You can linger in this world, wander in the weeds, or you can go to the underworld."

"Everything is possible. Everything is just a journey in the world."

Talking and talking.

The monk picking flowers saw Linghua Jun take out a cicada shell from his sleeve, hold it in his hand and look at it for a while.

Then, it was placed in front of the altar.

He stopped talking and seemed to be asleep.

And at the entrance of the hall.

The monk knelt on the ground, but he seemed to see a thousand-foot-high divine light pouring down from above and enveloping the hall.

In an instant, he seemed to have completely awakened his wisdom, or it could be said that Linghua Jun's words just now truly opened a door for the monk, allowing him, like a fish in the river, to suddenly jump out of the water and see things that were not something that a mortal like him could see or understand.

just.

Once he saw it, there was no going back.

The monk's eyes changed again and again, becoming brighter and brighter. Finally, he prostrated himself on the ground, holding a lotus in his hand and chanting the Samsara Sutra loudly.

He didn't get up and leave until he finished reciting the scripture.
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After returning to the Samsara Temple.

The monk stood in the yard and looked at the willow tree. After searching for a long time, he finally found a cicada shell under the tree. He followed the sound of the cicada's chirping and finally saw a new cicada on the tree.

"cicada?"

He held the cicada shell in his hand and imagined the insect shedding its shell from the soil, climbing up the tree step by step and transforming into a cicada, and then making its own voice in the summer night.

He finally understood why Linghua Jun had been looking at the cicada shell that day. He was afraid that Linghua Jun had already had some realization at that time.

In that cycle, humans may just be like the cicada, transforming into another kind of existence.

The monk gathered his disciples together.

Afterwards, he told his disciples the great principles he had learned from Linghua Jun, without keeping anything to himself.

At this time, one of the disciples asked.

"Master!"

"Does it mean that people must live forever?"

"Even if we cannot live forever, we can still live in peace and seek long-term peace."

The monk said: "It is not necessary for one person, but if it is applied to all living beings in the world, if the length of time is stretched to thousands of years, it will be completely different."

“The living beings of heaven and earth can be passed down in this human world for a thousand generations, or even ten thousand generations, but it is impossible for them to live forever.”

The monk looked at his disciples and asked them.

"If people were to pass down their inheritance in this world for thousands of generations, it would still be like today, with nothing changing at all."

"Hasn't this world become a prison, a hell, a huge cycle of reincarnation?"

"If the reincarnation of souls is a cycle, then the inheritance of mortals from generation to generation is also a cycle."

"One day, we will find something beyond this cycle of reincarnation and take a different path."

After saying all this.

Monk Konghui also made up his mind and he no longer hesitated.

He picked up the ghost mask beside him, and the faces of the disciples around him changed when they saw this scene.

Some people are sad and reluctant, some are happy with a smile on their faces that the monk can have this day, and some are neither sad nor happy and seem to care about nothing.

Monk Konghui shook his head when he saw some people were sad, and became happy when he saw others were happy, and finally everything became calm.

He scanned the faces of his disciples one by one, and finally spoke to them.

"After thousands and thousands of years, I hope that one day my master and I will meet on the great road of enlightenment and transcending the cycle of reincarnation."

The disciples put their hands together and said: "May Master transcend the cycle of birth and death, transcend all troubles, and attain the supreme enlightenment."

The Monk Picking Flowers slowly put on his mask and followed suit.

“May all sentient beings transcend the cycle of birth and death, rise above all afflictions, and attain the supreme enlightenment.”

After saying this, the monk’s consciousness was blown by the wind to the other side of the underworld.

The monk sat cross-legged on the boat without saying a word, and he also remained silent as he walked on the road to reincarnation. He quickly walked to the first one and then stood in front of the Three Lives Stone.

Just as Linghua Jun said, he can turn back.

Although he got the number one plate, it doesn't mean he has to be the first one to come here. The ranking is just a ranking.

Wait until the time.

He didn't come, so the ranking was cancelled.

If you miss it, you can only wait to queue again, that's all.

But the monk stood in front of the cycle of reincarnation and no longer waited. He wanted to see where the end of this road of reincarnation for all living beings was.

The monk stood in front of the wheel of reincarnation, not knowing how much time had passed.

The vortex suddenly made a sound and the monk looked up.

"Buzz!"

The cycle of reincarnation has begun.

The monk walked in.
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Gongshun Palace.

A handsome young monk came here, holding a box in his hand.

There were guards outside Prince Gongshun's palace, but when they saw the monk, they opened the door, as if they had known that the monk was coming.

In a corner deep in the palace, the monk met Wen Changxing.

"King Gongshun?"

The monks seemed unable to recognize each other. Only a month had passed, but Wen Changxing seemed to have aged ten or twenty years.

From a strong man in his forties, he turned into an old man who looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, and his hair turned gray.

Wen Changxing seemed to have not had a good sleep for a long time. He curled up into a ball, staring outside and muttering to himself.

"Father, I don't owe you anything. You deserve to die. You deserve to die. I don't owe you anything."

"Third brother, you shouldn't compete with me. I am the crown prince. The throne is mine. It belongs to me."

"You are all rebels and you all deserve to die. What's wrong with me killing you? I will kill all your clans. I will kill all your clans!"

Monk Junxiu saw that after Wen Changxing came to the palace and lost his throne, he not only failed to find relief, but his inner demons grew stronger and stronger, and now he has gradually become insane.

The handsome monk sat aside, chanting scriptures continuously. After a long time, the sun shone in from outside and fell on Wen Changxing.

Wen Changxing gradually came back to his senses and looked at the monk.

His eyes gradually became clearer and he asked the monk.

"Master Kong Hui said that someone would come to save me... me, and save me from the sea of suffering. Could it be that he was referring to you?"

Wen Changxing was so excited that he even grabbed the monk's robe.

"help me!"

The monk let Wen Changxing grab his monk's robe, and his expression did not change.

He said: "You will go to hell, no one can save you, only you can save yourself."

After saying that, the monk took out a box beside him and took out a ghost mask from it.

"Master said that he will give this monk's ghost mask to you."

"When you wear it, evil spirits cannot harm you."

Wen Changxing asked loudly: "What if I die? I will go to hell after I die. What should I do after I die?"

The monk said calmly: "If one day your time comes, you can take it with you to hell."

Wen Changxing: "Can it keep me from going to hell?"

The monk said: "No, but he can allow you to enter the Avici Hell and then walk out of it as a ghost official."

"If one day you find a way to pay for the heinous sins you have committed, you will be able to enter reincarnation."

"At that time, you can give this monk ghost mask to the next evil ghost of Wujian, and let him wait on the road in your place, over and over again."

Wen Changxing looked at the ghost mask with deep desire in his eyes.

He had been haunted by nightmares all along. Not only because the countless "ghosts" he had killed before came to find him, but also because the deadline of life and death was approaching day by day. The thought of entering the endless hell after death and never being able to be freed made him terrified.

Although this mask could not help him get rid of his dilemma, it at least gave him a glimmer of hope.

but.

Then he showed deep confusion.
He found it hard to understand why the monk picking flowers did this and what was the meaning of doing so?

"What is the Divine Monk Kong Hui going to do? Is it to free a sinful ghost like me from hell?"

The handsome monk lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Master said before he entered the reincarnation cycle that he doesn't want you to do anything."

But then, the monk slowly raised his head, and there seemed to be something else in his eyes.

"But, since you want this ghost mask, I from Samsara Temple want you to do something."

Wen Changxing was furious: "This ghost mask belongs to the monk Konghui. He gave it to me without asking for anything. What qualifications do you have to ask me to do anything?"

The monk said, "Because the master has entered the samsara, and this ghost mask is now in our hands, the master is so enlightened and compassionate, please forgive us disciples for not being truly enlightened."

The handsome monk spoke very frankly and did not feel the slightest bit ashamed.

He said, "After you put on this ghost mask, you must stay on the Yellow Spring Road for all your lives and do one thing for me at the Samsara Temple."

Wen Changxing was stunned for a moment, then understood something.

"Hahahaha!"

"You finally found an evil ghost like me who can never enter reincarnation, so you want me to work for you evil ghosts until the end of time?"

The monk nodded and said, "So, is King Gongshun willing or not?"

Wen Changxing looked at the mask and hesitated again and again.

But finally, as the sunlight faded away, the room slowly became darker.

He looked at the darkness with fear, but still couldn't help stretching out his hand and speaking loudly.

"Give it to me, give it to me."

"Give it to me quickly."

"I am willing to swear to Yun Zhongjun and to that ghost uncle."

"If you break your oath, you will never be reborn."

The monk raised the corner of his mouth, but lowered his head deeply, then clasped his hands together and chanted.