Journey to the West: People are in heaven, working from nine to five

Chapter 683: The Golden Buddha suppresses the immortal demon and sacrifices his life to become a benevolent Buddha.
  At this moment, Gu Yang is at the bottom of Xiaoxumi Mountain, looking for the place where the devil is imprisoned in Xiaoxumi Mountain.

Gu Yang's mission for this trip is very simple. He only needs to take advantage of the fact that the people from Xitian have not arrived, and rescue the most important person who is imprisoned here.

As long as that person is born, the demon clan's highest strength can reach a higher level, and there is no need to look at Xitian's face every day.

Gu Yang took the key and went straight to the dungeon at the bottom suppressed by Xiao Xumi Mountain. Along the way, how many Buddhist soldiers were killed, but he did not go into details.

When Gu Yang went down to the lowest level and opened the last floor with the key, he saw an empty dungeon.

This is the dungeon where the greatest demon is imprisoned as the Buddha said!

This dungeon is full of severed limbs, and many of them look very fresh.

Next to the dungeon, there is a gold statue of Buddha. Next to the statue, there are dismemberment tools, and several others are dismembering a mortal corpse.

These monks didn't seem to know what was going on outside. They just buried their heads and dismembered the corpse devoutly.

Their movements were as skillful as a chef undressing an ox.

Their expressions were pious and respectful, and the words they murmured seemed like a rebirth curse, but in this empty dungeon, they sounded like the whispers of demons.

The monk skillfully untied the limbs of the mortal, took out the heart, took a small bowl of blood, and then threw the remains aside.

The monk who took the heart and blood frowned and was very dissatisfied.

"Alas, mortals nowadays are becoming less and less religious. Only one mortal is willing to make offerings to the Tathagata today?"

Another dismembered monk also kicked some corpses and snorted coldly:
  "It seems that they are really negligent. Do they think this is all for us? This is all for their own good!"

"We are here to help them eliminate the demons, all for them. Is it difficult for them to arrange a few people to come up for blood sacrifices every day? They are all ruthless beasts!"

There was a monk nearby who was also aggrieved.
  "Yes, and all the people who come now are old people. In the past, they would send some young boys and girls in, just to relieve our boredom."

"It's fine now. They were all ungrateful. Oh, the world is so hot and cold. These beasts really don't know how to be grateful. We are all doing it for them!"

"No, it's like we owe it to those mortals. Without us, they would have all died long ago!"

But there was a kind-hearted old monk who said:

"Excellent, excellent! Good man, this is true diligence. This is called the true Dharma to support the Tathagata."

"The Buddha cut his flesh to feed eagles, dedicated himself to feeding tigers, amputated his head, and donated his marrow and brain. Such kind intentions and good deeds have supreme merits that are difficult for ordinary people to understand."

"The demons suppressed here need to be influenced by pious and kind-hearted mortals. Those mortals are not sensible, but their village chiefs are quite sensible and will send them over. Don't worry."

It was not until the old monk comforted him that the monks in the dungeon reluctantly stopped complaining, but they were still aggrieved.

They feel really wronged.

This Little Sumeru Mountain, since it was built until now, has given countless mortals in the surrounding area the opportunity to make offerings to the Buddha, and also taught them to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. It has been a good thing!

Moreover, for the sake of peace on earth, the Buddha in heaven also used great magic power to suppress a demon a long time ago to prevent the demon from harming the people and doing evil.

In order to eliminate the demon as soon as possible, Medicine Buddha passed down the classics.

In the Lotus Sutra, Medicine King Bodhisattva burns his body to offer sacrifices to the Buddha, that is, self|f|e|n.     Er's ​​time. This self-immolation act of burning one's body to make offerings to the Buddha was unanimously praised by all the Buddhas in the eight billion Ganges sand world: "Good, good! Good man, this is true diligence, and this is called the true Dharma to support the Tathagata."

Of course, the real Medicine Buddha did nothing. He had a meal with his subordinates, wrote this Buddhist scripture, and passed it down to suppress the demons.

In addition, there are naturally other scriptures that show compassion and compassion, such as cutting flesh into eagles, pricking blood to write sutras, sacrificing one's body to feed lions, wolves and hungry ghosts, etc., and use them to save all sentient beings.

Medicine Buddha ordered the kind and loving Bodhisattva Infinite Intent to offer his heart and blood to the golden Buddha statue in the dungeon on time every day.

Only with the most pious and benevolent heart and the kindest compassionate blood can the devil trapped in this golden Buddha be eliminated!
  And those who die to destroy demons are extremely kind and beautiful, and can ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!
  This is an opportunity for mortals to reach the sky in one step!

Therefore, every day there are believers who take the initiative to go to Mount Sumeru and sacrifice their lives in order to contribute to the elimination of the devil!

It’s been tens of millions of years since you came!
  It sounds like there are quite a lot of lives, but in fact, according to the scope covered by this small Mount Sumeru, plus the mortals are like leeks, growing one after another, there are only a lot more.

Therefore, there has never been any interruption of offerings in Xiaoxumi Mountain.

There are even believers who have traveled thousands of miles to come and dedicate themselves to destroy the demons. This is truly a great kindness!

But today they don't know what happened. Only one person has come up until now, and it's an old man!

This made the monks in the dungeons go crazy.

These ungrateful believers are all ungrateful people!
  But, luckily.

Not long after they were angry, the dungeon door was opened!
  The old monk laughed, his face full of emotion.
  "Look, there are still compassionate people in the world. Although all living beings are stupid, I, the Buddha, am compassionate and have saved many stupid mortals."

In the dungeon, the monks waved their dismemberment knives and shouted to the mortals who walked in:

"Hey, didn't you hear what people outside said? Kneel three times and kowtow nine times. Remember, you must be pious, otherwise it won't work!"

"Why can't you, that unruly fellow, not understand what people are saying?!"

The mortal who walked in had a pair of arrogant eyes, was dressed in black, and had endless demonic energy swirling around him!
  Gu Yang walked in, glanced at the broken limbs everywhere in the dungeon, frowned, and said with disgust and disdain:
  "Even the abyss has never been so disgusting! You monks are indeed bastards among living creatures!"

The old monk frowned slightly and said angrily:

"Get out, I'll deprive you of the chance to destroy the devil!"

"How dare you slander a monk, you damn thing!"

Gu Yang glanced at everyone, but did not have any chance to communicate with them, so as not to dirty his eyes.

Gu Yang waved his hand, and on the spot, the severed limbs and all the monks turned into a ball of blood mist.

As a breeze blew by, the entire dungeon took on a new look, full of fresh smells, without a hint of blood.

Only then did Gu Yang relax his brows.

Gu Yang looked at the golden Buddha in the field, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with contempt.

"These Buddhas are quite smart. They are afraid that she will starve to death and use their people's blood to support her. I don't know how to trick them into willingly committing suicide."

(End of this chapter)