Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 47 Shaking away the Netherworld and going to the Underworld!
"Nine-ring tin staff?!"

As soon as he saw the Zen stick in Bodhidharma's hand, Fonu's face was filled with shock.

He hadn't noticed before that Bodhidharma possessed such a Buddhist treasure!
Everyone in Buddhism knows that the nine-ring tin staff is the supreme treasure held by the World Honored One when he traveled around the world before he became a Buddha.

According to legend, holding this Zen stick, you can roam the sky and break through the earth.

The World Honored One has never given this treasure to others except for the golden cicada that he passed down personally.

But at this time, Jin Chanzi was reprimanded by the World Honored One for neglecting the Dharma, and had already devoted himself to Nanfang Buzhou.

If so, Fonu thought to himself, to be able to hold the nine-ring tin stick, this Bodhidharma must be a direct disciple of the World Honored One!
"It's no wonder that at such a young age, he has already attained the status of the Venerable. It turns out that he is the direct disciple of the World Honored One!"

Looking at Bodhidharma, there was a little more awe.

But I thought about it again.

"Since Bodhidharma is a direct disciple of the World Honored One, why did he question the World Honored One just now?"

Fo Nu couldn't figure it out.

Just then.

Bodhidharma slammed the tin stick in his hand to the ground.

The golden ring stirred like a thunderbolt suddenly breaking out.

Simultaneously.

Bodhidharma shouted violently, "Underworld, open!"

The vast magic power shakes all directions.

"Boom--"

A loud noise came up from the ground.

But seeing the vast void, suddenly a majestic mountain gate appeared.

Ghostly, extremely cold.

"Is this... the gate of hell?"

Fonu's face changed slightly.

Although he is the god of Buddhism, he still keeps a respectful distance from the Nether Yin Division.

I saw a wide and foggy road starting from the ghost gate and extending to nowhere.

"The nine-ring tin stick is worthy of my Buddhist treasure, it can shake open the nether world!"

Fo Nu was amazed in his heart, "However, even if the gate of ghosts is opened, it is not easy to enter the nether world. Unless the soul is out of the body, otherwise..."

Thoughts have not changed.

Fo Nu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at Bodhidharma with a face full of shock.

But Bodhidharma suddenly took off his Buddhist robe, turned it over with a slight shake, and put on his robe again.

In an instant.

Hundreds of millions of precious lights, shining in the night sky.

Bodhidharma's whole body has been included in a brilliant Buddha light.

No evil in the world can get close to her!

You can come and go freely in the underworld!
"Brocade cassock?!"

Fernu's eyes widened and he almost cried out.

The brocade cassock is inlaid with seven treasures, folded in leisure time, and worn only when meeting saints.

Wearing a dragon drape, avoid the disaster of being devoured by the roc!
Hanging a thread on the crane, you can get the magic of transcendence and holiness!
From then on, the sprites and monsters hanging on the body will disappear, and you will go to the underworld wearing the charm!
Unexpectedly, Bodhidharma not only held a nine-ring tin rod, but also wore a brocade cassock.

One person has two Buddhist treasures at the same time!
"and many more!"

Witnessing the golden bowl dragged by Bodhidharma, Fonu gulped.

"This, this shouldn't be the Sumeru Golden Bowl, right?!"

Feru was stunned.

With such a treasure in your body, you can go in and out of the nether world without hindrance!

"So, Venerable Bodhidharma is indeed a direct disciple of the World Honored One!"

Feru thought to himself.

"Could it be that...the venerable is following the order of the World Honored One to come here specifically to deal with the affairs of the Bujin Temple?"

The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Fo Nu was very grateful.

At this time, Dharma's voice suddenly sounded.

"Galan Buddha Slave, please take good care of Bujin Temple, and the poor monk will come back as soon as he goes!"

The voice has not yet fully settled.

The monk's robes are hunting, and the golden light is all over the body.

Bodhidharma held the Sumeru golden bowl in his palm, held a nine-ringed tin rod, and walked with his feet raised, as calm as riding the wind.

One step at a distance, his figure has already flashed into the ghost gate of the nether world.

"I am blessed by the Buddha, may Venerable Bodhidharma return safely!"

Looking at Bodhidharma's back, Fo Nu lowered his eyebrows and clasped his palms together.

……

After the ghost gate, there is Huangquan Road.

This is the road to lead the Yin Division.

Rolling Huangquan, the road is long and endless.

Like a quicksand storm, I don't know where it extends.

On both sides of Huangquan Road, coquettish red flowers are everywhere.

Bright as a flame.

But it was as cold as ice.

Moreover, only the flowers bloom, not a single leaf.

"Is this the legendary Bana flower?"

Dharma looked around.

But there was no stagnation under his feet.

The other shore flower originally grew on the banks of the Santu River, and then spread to Huangquan Road.

Legend has it that Bianhua sometimes emits a strong fragrance, which immerses the soul in the dream of the previous life, so that it gets lost on the road to Huangquan.

Santu River, also known as Wangchuan.

It is located at the end of Huangquan Road.

Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, you can see the Sansheng Stone and enter the Gate of Ghosts, which is the real Netherworld.

However, Rakshatian didn't stay in the Underworld, but traveled between Huangquan Road and City of Death.

Huangquan Road is not only a way to attract souls.

At the same time, it is also a wandering place for those lonely ghosts.

There are countless souls who have died in vain, and their lifespan is not yet exhausted, so they cannot report to the Yin Division, so they can only wander around on the road to Huangquan.

Like duckweed.

There is a fork in Huangquan Road, named Luocha Youmen, which leads directly to the City of Death.

Back then, Rakshatian was demoted and punished by the World Honored One to collect lonely souls and wild ghosts for the city of the dead, in order to atone for his heinous sins.

"In this way, as long as I follow the direction of the City of Death, I will definitely meet Rakshatian!"

thought here.

Dharma couldn't help quickening his pace.

Along the way, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts roamed about, lonely and helpless.

Either because of longing in previous lives, or because of resentment and greed, or fighting each other, or wandering away...

"I pity the world, there are so many sorrows!"

Seeing this, Bodhidharma shook his head and sighed.

Mind moving.

A willing force of joy and sacrifice emanated from him.

Wherever the golden Buddha light passes, it is as bright as the sea.

However, when lighted by the Buddha's light, all minor crimes will be melted away like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

"Thank you, my lord, for your mercy!"

All the ghosts and wild ghosts were grateful, and immediately kowtowed to the golden Buddha light.

"Turn back!"

Hiding in the golden light, Bodhidharma waved his hand and disappeared long ago.

Footsteps in the sand and dust, such as riding against the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it has traveled thousands of miles.

Finally saw the fork in Huangquan.

At the three-way intersection.

Bodhidharma stood still, using his Dharma eyes, looking far into the distance.

A huge city rose from the ground, like a giant beast in the wild, standing majestically, with an astonishing evil spirit.

The sky over the city was filled with cloudy air.

Numerous skeleton evil spirits floated in mid-air, wandering back and forth, watching the movements around the city.

"Is that the City of Death?"

Bodhidharma waved his sleeves, "I don't know where Rakshatian is at this time?"

It is useless to think too much.

Without any hesitation at the moment, he followed the fork in the direction of the City of Death, and drove away at lightning speed.

The scenery on this fork road is completely different from that of Huangquan Road.

Always filled with a cold dense mist.

Not even a trace of half a Bana flower.

The ground is rough and rugged, with sharp rocks and jagged teeth.

There are also quicksand and mud marshes along the way, emitting waves of disgusting bloody stench.

Inside the swamp, there are many lost souls, all struggling in pain, screaming silently, looking extremely terrifying.

The road was lifeless, and there were no ghosts.

It's like a silent world.

Only the endless silence and loneliness linger, turning into a raging tide of black moon, devouring the mind.

However, none of this can affect Dharma.

Not long.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps faintly coming from a distance.

(End of this chapter)