Vol 3 Chapter 4098: Pure Land

In the process of traveling through the Eighteenth Hells, Shen Lang did not forget to pay attention to the other shore flowers blooming in hell.
He did see a lot of Bian flowers everywhere in the eighteenth prison, but as Meng Xuan'er said before, the Bian flowers in the eighteenth prison were obviously different from the Bian flowers left by Su Ruoxue.
Time was too tight, and Shen Lang did not have time to search for the other shore flowers in the eighteenth prison one by one.
I can only wait for myself to find Lu Dongbin's soul and soul and rescue Lu Dongbin before looking for clues.
Perhaps, I can find a similar flower in the bottom of hell.
Shen Lang didn't think too much, determined to deal with the matter first before talking.
At the end of the eighteenth is an endless "River of Purgatory". Crossing this river of Purgatory, the other bank is the "Pure Land".
The river of Purgatory is dim and decayed, and it gathers all the staleness, evil spirits, and foul auras in the world. It is very easy to corrode the mind, and it requires the undead or monks with strong beliefs to cross this river.
There are countless dead bodies floating up and down in the river. These corpses will attack the undead who walked here, almost giving them no chance to survive.
In addition, the river of Purgatory was covered with a powerful air ban, not to mention the undead, even Shen Lang had to wade across the river.
Fortunately, with the protection of mythril holy clothing, Shen Lang was not afraid of the corpses in the river, but on the way across the river, he always felt dizzy from his soul body repeatedly, seeing a lot of illusions if there was nothing.
Such as countless demons and ghosts grinning in front of their eyes, countless souls wailing and crying. Upon closer inspection, those monsters resentful souls were actually enemies that he had once slashed!
These frequent phantoms made Shen Lang a little irritable, and he always unknowingly evoked a series of dark sides of hatred, delusions, resentments, etc. in his heart.
There is a force in the river of purgatory that can corrode people's minds, and extremely test the cultivator's temperament!
Shen Lang felt a lot of pressure, and simply urged the Yuanlong pendant on his neck.
"Buzz!"
I saw the mini deep dragon spirit hanging from the neck slowly swinging the dragon body, opening his mouth to exhale a trace of dark golden air current, enveloping Shen Lang's body.
This dark golden air current carried an indescribable vastness and majestic aura, dispelling the negative auras such as his own evil aura and foul aura, so that Shen Lang's spirit was lifted!
The Deep Dragon Pendant that Long Ming bestowed on him really had a miraculous effect, and it quickly restored Shen Lang's spirit to normal.
Shen Lang quickly walked through the river of purgatory, and arrived at the pure land on the other bank after half an hour.
Compared with the decay and darkness of the River of Purgatory, the Land of Pure Land is a completely different scene.
The pure land is not big, with a radius of less than a thousand miles. It seems to be a small island standing at the end of the river of purgatory. It is bright and dazzling. A holy light descends from the sky dome, shining on this land.
Looking at it, the Pure Land is full of spiritual flowers and weeds, and it is extremely gorgeous. In the center of the Pure Land stands a linden tree about hundreds of thousands of feet high, exuding dots of holy light, especially Conspicuous.
Shen Lang walked to the shore, and after making sure that there was no danger, he set foot on the pure land. The Pure Land is also within the range of the air ban, and it is enveloped with a unique breath, as if it can make people feel peaceful and forget all the troubles and complaints. The whole land exudes a sense of solemnity, which is similar to the rest of hell. place
There is a very sharp contrast.　　 Previously, Long Ming said that the land of pure land is the only place in where chaos aura exists. Shen Lang did not feel the existence of chaos aura in the air. He immediately turned on the Shura holy pupil at the center of his eyebrows to scan around, and finally locked in the center of the pure land.
That linden tree.
The linden tree exudes a gentle aura, which is full of extremely strong energy, but it seems to be enveloped by some invisible restriction and has not escaped.
I saw a golden lotus stand under the Bodhi tree, and a young man in a robe and a Buddha crown sat on the lotus stand.
The young man in the robes closed his eyes tightly, chanting the rebirth mantra silently, and the clear and gentle Sanskrit sounds echoed and floated in the pure land, like a heaven.
Shen Lang's eyelids twitched, and the young man in cassock under the Bodhi tree should be the prisoner of the eighteenth prison.
The Bodhi tree is the only spiritual object that emits energy in the Pure Land. The chaotic spiritual power of the Pure Land can only be released by this tree, but the energy released by the Bodhi tree is obviously restricted and blocked.
I want to replenish the chaotic spiritual power, and I must face the young man in robes.
Shen Lang had no choice but to bite the bullet, and hurriedly walked under the linden tree in the center of the Pure Land.
There are no buildings in the Pure Land, except for the flowers and plants on the ground, there are butterflies flying around.
These butterflies are light blue in appearance, and they are unique to hell. The Dark Butterfly is not a dead soul, but an unconscious creature whose soul power has not completely dissipated after the dead soul dies in hell.
A large number of dark butterflies danced in the pure land, embellishing the originally beautiful scenery even more dreamlike.
Not long after, Shen Lang came under the Bodhi tree.
A closer look reveals that the young man in robes under the Bodhi tree does not have a physical body, and his body is also in a state of soul. It seems that he is not a puppet left by the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Shen Lang politely hugged the young man in cassock on the golden lotus platform, and asked: "Dare to ask the master, but the prisoner of the eighteenth prison?"
The young man in robes under the Bodhi tree stopped chanting the mantra of rebirth, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Amitabha, I am the Eight Dragon Bodhisattva, I am the last wish of the reincarnation god, guarding the pure land, but it is not bad to say that he is the prisoner. ."
"Eight Dragon Bodhisattvas?"
Shen Lang was so shocked that he couldn't think that the young man in robes had such a big background.
It is said that the worst Buddhist monks who can obtain the name of Bodhisattva are also strong in the middle and late stages of Daluo Jinxian, but the opponent does not have a physical body and seems to be just a ray of soul.
"Why do you live here?" the young man in robes asked calmly.
Shen Lang felt pious and solemn from the other party, so he informed all of his intentions. "That's the case, because my righteous brother's soul and soul is very likely to be absorbed by the unknown power at the bottom of hell, so I visited Huangquan Hell to save my righteous brother's soul. This move has been given to the current underworld. The palace lord agreed, but hope
The master can guide you down to the bottom of hell. "
After Shen Lang said, he gave a deep ceremony to the young man in robes.
The young man in cassock said in a deep voice: "The bottom of is the ‘reincarnation heaven’s prison.’ It is also the place where the reincarnation gods are sealed. The living cannot step into the heaven without permission."
"Then my righteous brother has also stepped into the bottom of hell, how did he get into the jail?" Shen Lang frowned and asked.　　The young man in robes said frankly: "Brother Lingyi did set foot in the Pure Land thousands of years ago and defeated the poor monk. Regardless of persuasion, he broke into the Abyss of Exile on his own, risking being crushed by the whirlwind of reincarnation."