Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

The Six Doors proceeded in an orderly manner.

......

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Cold Lamp Buddhist Temple on the Snowy Mountain, the abbot also planned to lead his people to Lieshan for a visit.

"Abbot, Lord Bing... isn't this a bit too domineering?"

As Tingwu looked at the wind and snow outside the door and felt the burning of the lamp in his heart, a Buddhist flame shone in his eyes.

He felt that he wouldn't lose if he faced Zhang Wenliang now.

"The ancestor Jiang You was originally a member of the Shennong tribe."

"He is also the nephew of Shennong, so that secret realm should rightfully belong to him."

"Now that everyone in the world is drooling over it, it is unreasonable to blame our ancestors for being domineering."

The old man watched the young man's retreating figure, then chuckled and put down the Zen book in his hand.

Jiuli You, originally surnamed Jiang, was a surname in the Shennong tribe.

However, the Jiuli tribe he led was so dazzling that the world, and even the Human Emperor, preferred to call him Jiuli You.

"If it weren't for the strength of Ancestor Jiang You to deter villains, in the secular world, it would be a scene of unruly people gathering together and seizing the fertile land of innocent people."

The old man turned his gaze back to the Zen book in his hands and said with a smile.

Bodhi Monastery does not hide its scriptures; anyone who wants to read them can give Bodhi Monastery a fee and take away a Zen book.

Although the old man chose to side with Shaolin, he also admired Bodhi Temple.

"this..."

Hearing this, Wu turned his head in surprise.

He felt the abbot was talking nonsense, but at the same time, he also felt that what the abbot said made a lot of sense.

A strange feeling that I can't quite describe.

“Abbot, in ancient times, the Lord of War roamed the world, those who obeyed prospered and those who resisted perished. This was true tyranny and unreasonableness.”

The boy looked at the old man and suddenly spoke.

"Junior brother is right."

He listened with approval, glanced at his junior brother, and turned away.

"You young people are too full of youthful vigor."

The old man flipped through the book in his hand and replied with a smile.

"The ancestor Jiang You did cause turmoil in the world in ancient times."

"This is wrong, and it is also right."

"But it is equally wrong for people to covet the secret realm belonging to our ancestors."

"You cannot stand on the side of the greedy descendants just because you hate the tyranny of Ancestor Jiang You."

"In this world, there is neither the opposite of wrong nor the opposite of right."

"It's possible that both sides are wrong, or it's possible that both sides are right."

"We must learn to address the issue at hand. In the matter of the Herbal Spirit Realm, our ancestor Jiang You was in the right."

"This is especially true in Buddhism. The salvation of people depends on a single thought. A powerful person's single thought can determine the fortune or misfortune of the people."

"Do not break the precept against anger."

The old man's voice had no trace of authority; instead, it was like a stream flowing through melting winter snow, leaving listeners feeling refreshed and relaxed.

Upon hearing this, both Tingwu and the young man stood up and bowed to the old man.

"It would be even better if they could listen to what I said."

The old man turned to the next page of the book, chuckled, and nodded, looking like a promising student.

"Abbot, what are we going to the Spirit Realm for?"

Tingwu looked at the abbot, somewhat puzzled.

"Is it enough reason to see the splendor of our ancestors?"

The old man raised his head, a smile in his eyes.

"enough."

He nodded in understanding.

"Then let's wait, until the carriages arrive."

The old man lowered his head again and began to read the Zen scriptures carefully.

"Senior brother, the carriages have arrived!"

As shouts came from outside the door, the cries of cranes rang out together.

"Pack up and get ready to go."

The old man then slowly stood up, looked at the two young people, and smiled gently.

......

净土宗

"Should we go to the imperial city, or go directly to the Spirit Realm?"

The Heavenly Dragon Staff looked at the Vajra Pestle and asked in a low voice.

"You should ask the two powerful figures above."

The Pure Relic rolled its eyes as it looked at the two people sitting above it.

In the main hall of the Pure Land School, two figures sat at the top, one on the left and one on the right.

The young monk on the left is dressed in a simple robe and wears a Vairocana crown. He has a compassionate face, lowered eyebrows, a smile on his lips, and a gentle and merciful expression.

The young man held a jewel in his left hand and a staff in his right, surrounded by pure white mythical beasts, his enormous head buried in the monk's arms.

This is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Beside Ksitigarbha, a dignified figure of a middle-aged military general sat not far away.

The military general wore a crown with tassels and a dark gold court robe. He had thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a long beard that reached his chest. His demeanor was extremely majestic, and he exuded a sense of stability as if sitting on Mount Tai.

On the general's lap, there was also a mythical beast as a pillow; the Qilin was dozing off.

This is the Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

Why would the Emperor of the Eastern Peak, a member of the Taoist sect, appear in the Pure Land sect?

This brings us to the unique nature of the underworld.

The Eastern Peak Emperor is in charge of all matters in the underworld, while Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in charge of the deliverance of evil spirits in hell.

Although they are not colleagues, they have worked together for many years.

Rather than returning to the Daoist sect to see the younger generation, the Eastern Peak Emperor preferred to spend time with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has a gentle nature, and having guarded hell for many years, the Eastern Peak Emperor's appreciation for him has long surpassed the difference between Taoism and Buddhism.

"Ahem, Ksitigarbha."

Seeing that the two great gods stood there like wooden figures, Vajra still gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

In terms of seniority, they are the ancestors of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

However, in terms of strength, Ksitigarbha is stronger than the three unclaimed ancestral weapons combined.

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

Given the resolve to make such a vow, one can only imagine how powerful Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva must be.

Of course, if it were only Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they wouldn't be so reserved.

The problem is that the Emperor of the Eastern Peak is standing next to Ksitigarbha.

The power of the Eastern Peak Emperor is equal to that of the Ksitigarbha King.

Given the other party's identity as a member of the Taoist sect, Vajra Pestle feared that the other party might suddenly go berserk, so he took action immediately.

They weren't afraid to take action.

Although they couldn't defeat the Eastern Peak Emperor, the three ancestral weapons forged by Maitreya, working together, wouldn't result in a major defeat; at most, they would suffer losses.

Forget about the Pure Land School.

That won't do. The Pure Land School has just received aid from the imperial court and completed its renovations.

If it explodes, the Vajra Pestle will cry its eyes out.

"Master, please speak."

Ksitigarbha looked at the vajra and spoke with great respect.

"Would you be interested in visiting the Herbal Paradise?"

Vajra carefully considered his words before asking the question slowly.

"How can later generations possibly hope to attain the blessings and legacy of our ancestors?"

The Emperor of the Eastern Peak, sitting as still as Mount Tai, shouted in a deep voice, startling the three ancestral soldiers.

The Emperor of Dongyue was known for his impartiality and ability to distinguish right from wrong.

In his view, this was not only a secret realm, but also the secret realm of his ancestors.

It is wrong for future generations to have such thoughts.

"Dongyue is right. The secret realm does not belong to us. To covet it is...inappropriate."

Although Ksitigarbha was gentle, he politely declined.

He was also very upright at heart, otherwise he wouldn't have become friends with Dongyue.

Those who are favored by the Emperor of the Eastern Peak must be quite remarkable.

"What are you two pretending for? Who said we were going to pull weeds? Can't we just watch the Emperor and the Master of War in action?"

"Get down here right now, or I'll spread your embarrassing stories all over the world."

Finally, the purest relic couldn't resist any longer and stepped forward, and then the birdsong and fragrant flowers began.

Both Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Emperor of the Eastern Peak twitched at the corner of their eyes upon hearing this familiar greeting.

Among them, the Emperor of Dongyue recalled the shameless way that the Pure Relic had thrown a tantrum in the main hall.

Emperor Dongyue and Ksitigarbha exchanged a glance, and then both of them obediently got up.

It wasn't that they were afraid, but rather that they couldn't out-argue the Pure Relic.

The Vajra was startled by the Pure Relic, and then looked at the Emperor of the Eastern Peak with a strange expression.

According to legend, the Emperor of Dongyue was clear about his grudges and could distinguish right from wrong.

Looking at it now, isn't this a bit too much of a distinction between right and wrong?

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked at the Vajra with surprise in his eyes and chuckled inwardly.

In private, Dongyue is actually very easy to talk to.

Outwardly tough but inwardly gentle, this is the Emperor of the Eastern Peak. In folk legends, he can eliminate disasters and difficulties, protect all living beings, and while judging evil and rewarding good, he is in charge of redemption and pardoning sins.

"That's right, lead the way."

Zhichun Relic raised his chin in satisfaction.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva felt a headache coming on when he saw the proud little face of the Pure Relic.

Initially, the Pure Relic was assigned to oversee one level of hell, because it was an ancestral weapon forged by the Maitreya Patriarch, and must be a highly accomplished monk.

The pure relic did not disappoint Ksitigarbha either; it was even faster than him in liberating evil spirits.

Therefore, Ksitigarbha, who intended to humbly seek advice, saw how the other party liberated evil spirits when he visited the Pure Relic.

The purest relic directly rubbed salt into the wounds of the evil spirits, then launched into indiscriminate mockery.

Once the evil spirit goes berserk and attacks her, the Pure Relic will turn around and kill the evil spirit.

Moreover, he was extremely ruthless, directly sending the evil spirit into the cycle of reincarnation.

With this kind of efficiency, how could it not be fast?

"What are you standing there for? Come on!"

The sound of the purest relic brought Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva back to his senses.

"You've arrived, Master."

Ksitigarbha had no choice but to follow the other side.

......

六扇门

Bei Men Yue skipped and hopped to the Six Doors, where she saw Qiongqi standing outside the door, stroking its form.

On either side of him stood Jian Wuji and Wen Sansha, one on the left and one on the right, like guardians.

Bai Xingling watched Qiongqi from the side, suddenly becoming curious about the quality of its flesh.

Qiongqi, who was enjoying the caress of Prince An, suddenly shivered.

"Sect Master, the Four Fiends..."

Wen Sansha looked at the four fierce men and spoke softly.

He cultivates the Four Fiends Sword Path, and now the Four Fiends are right in front of him—this is a chance to become stronger!

"After you come back, you can spar with them."

Li Junsu understood the unspoken meaning in Wen Sansha's words and readily agreed.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Wen Sansha immediately changed his tune, acting as if he were a guard of Prince An.

"Boss!"

Bei Menyue shouted excitedly.

"coming."

Li Junsu turned his head at the sound and saw the excited Bei Menyue, his eyes smiling.

"How's the research on Uncle Beimen's Jade Emperor blood going?"

Li Junsu looked at the girl who bounced up to him and asked curiously.

"Don't mention that stinky old man, research?"

"He sleeps with the Jade Emperor's blood in his arms every day."

Bei Menyue's face fell when she heard Bei Menjue's name.

“You weren’t like this before when you talked about your father.”

Bai Xingling was amused by Bei Men Yue's rapid change of expression.

"That stinky old man threw me out as soon as he heard that there were immortal herbs to be had in the Herbal Spirit Realm."

Thinking of her father's quick change of expression, Bei Men Yue stomped her foot.

When Tie Bansheng first invited Beimen Yue to come out of the mountains, Beimen Jue was not very willing.

He felt that Xiaoyue's progress in strength was too slow.

He cultivated for ten years and had already reached the Martial Venerable level.

Xiaoyue, on the other hand, was still asking about martial arts moves, saying that this wouldn't work.

But after Tie Bansheng explained his purpose, Beimen Jue changed his attitude very quickly and immediately released the man.

"Hahaha."

Bai Xingling burst into laughter as she read Bei Men Yue's vivid description.

Jian Wuji and Wen Sansha lowered their heads and laughed.

Even Li Junsu couldn't help but chuckle.

"You old bastard, once I've mastered my divine skills, I'll beat you until you call me boss."

Looking at the laughing crowd, Bei Menyue felt even more annoyed with Bei Menjue.

"Let's go, let's go."

Li Junsu looked at the sky and suppressed his smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Wuji and Wen Sansha simultaneously conjured sword shadows.

"Flying with a sword?"

Bei Men Yue looked at the sword shadow in front of her and was pleasantly surprised.

"Just step on it."

Jian Wuji and Wen Sansha looked at Bei Menyue with unusual tenderness in their eyes.

This is the kind of junior sister they imagined they should have.

Unlike Jian Chan, or other eccentric ancestors, who inspire fear.

As Bei Menyue stepped onto the sword shadow, the sword light shot straight into the sky.

......

Offering Hall

"Ahei! Ahei! Ahei!"

"It must be that girl Xiaoyue, she's badmouthing me behind my back."

Bei Menjue rubbed his nose and shook his head.

"I wonder what kind of magical herbs that girl will bring back."

Bei Menjue then began to mutter with some anticipation.

At this moment, Bei Menjue had no idea that her precious daughter would bring back two ancestors.

Bei Men Yue, as the one destined to face calamity, has achieved perfect merit.

In addition, there are two ancestral soldiers in the Herbal Secret Realm, who are most fond of virtuous and benevolent people.

The ancestral weapon of Shennong clan also had some seniority.