The two ghostly devils were whispering to each other.
"Wait another hour."
"No, not enough safe, I think we should wait another two hours!"
"It is really a bit rushed, then three hours."
The deceased were very rare to begin with, and those who were usually known for their strict and violent behavior started to delay the time.
The Di Jiang is the leader of the twelve zhu wu, and even the Zhu Rong and Gong Gong who are mutual fire and water have to recognize this elder brother. Now the witch tribe in Hell can all be considered as his descendants.
The Eastern World is the most important area in Hongwu. Here, there are abundant resources and a large population. The ghost demons responsible for the East Sea area are all of witch origin. They may look down upon the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, they may despise Taotian, but they dare not slacken their reverence for their ancestors.
Now that Di Jiang has killed the three immortals who were in attendance, and he did it personally, what does this elder mean?
Do you want to expose the corpse, showing it to the powerful beings in Hongwu, or let the three attendants survive and die? This matter must be sorted out.
So the ghost demons reported to the judge, the judge reported to the Yellow Emperor, and then the Yellow Emperor went to ask Xuan Ming, and Xuan Ming went to ask Nanny Pingxin. This process is a bit long.
The ghost demons dared not act impulsively, fearing they might disrupt the elder's arrangements, so they had to wait. At this moment, the three great bodhisattvas arrived.
Manjushri was somewhat sighing, pointing to the corpses of the three attendants: "Amidst all this, I believe our opportunity is connected to these three friends."
The Bodhisattva Guanyin and the Bodhisattva Puxian used their fingers to calculate, then each nodded in agreement. Yes, this is indeed our destiny, and the cause-and-effect path is very clear.
The souls of the blue-furred lion, the yellow-toothed old elephant, and the golden-furred roar are still lingering in place. They also saw the three great bodhisattvas arriving from afar.
Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed with his palms together: "Three brothers and sisters have a karmic connection with my Buddha. They died and their spiritual lives were extinguished today, which can be considered as repayment for the favor of the Zhe Jiao. I suggest they join us and listen to Buddha's teachings in the future, and one day attain ultimate enlightenment and cross to the other shore."
The three immortals' souls exchanged glances.
The blue-furred lion had already intended to join the Buddhist teachings. Now that Zhe Jiao is truly in trouble, they could be killed by Di Jiang just by drinking a bit and singing a song. This shows how weak their sect's fortune has become.
Buddhism seemed to be very promising in his eyes, but he harbored deep resentment towards Duobao. If it were not for Duobao shielding them from disaster, they would have never died. The disembodied killing of Duobao in Lingshan was not a secret. He joined the Buddhist teachings. Even if he was not targeted, his heart still ached.
It asked, "May I ask the Bodhisattva, where is the location of your temple?"
"Puerto China in the South Sea."
"Mount Wutai."
"Emei Mountain."
The dharma fields of the three great bodhisattvas are none of them located in Ling Mountain.
The blue-furred lion asked again: "Do we need to visit the Buddha at Ling Mountain often?"
Manjushri Bodhisattva said, "All beings have the Buddha nature. The Buddha is only in the heart, so you can worship him from afar in your heart."
The three immortals were overjoyed. Being far away from Duobao and joining the Buddhist teachings was a great blessing. It seemed that they could also help themselves in their rebirth. It was truly a great good fortune.
Now that they have been resurrected from death, it is like the Ji Ziya of the past. All kinds of blessings, talents and luck will plummet. However, this is still better than reincarnation. They were originally born from the demon race. They were killed by Di Jiang's own hands, and if they were to be reborn in a witch race dominated realm of Hell, what would be the consequences? Being bullied is just the tip of the iceberg.
To be reborn as a piglet with no talents, living and dying, dying and living, enduring for ten lifetimes before accumulating a bit of good fortune, and then struggling hard to regain the path to immortality—it's really not worth it. It's far better to be reborn now.
After all, they had no expectations for achieving the Way of Creation. Whether it was Taixiang Golden Immortal or Golden Immortal, there was no difference. Even if it was lower, it would be fine as long as they could achieve freedom and ease.
The three immortals immediately kowtowed, "We are willing to follow the instructions of the Bodhisattvas!"
"Well done, well done."
"Wait a minute! Three Bodhisattvas, this is the business of my Hell's underworld. It would be better for you to stay out of trouble!" Seeing a change here, two ghost demons jumped out to block.
"No worries, no worries. I will definitely give the two of you a satisfactory explanation," Guanyin Bodhisattva said with a smile.
He was being an ass over there, while the Bodhisattva Dizang of Hell was busy with his work.
Guanyin Bodhisattva brought the excellent tradition of the Changjiao's twelve Golden Immortals creating hundreds of groups into Buddhism. Now, with the four major bodhisattvas, a new group has been established. Dizang is alone outside, in need of the support from the three great bodhisattvas. The three great bodhisattvas also need his identity as a direct disciple of Chuantí. Both sides join forces, each gaining what they need.
After a communication with the Earth King and the Yin-Yang Emperor, Dizang Bodhisattva found Xuan Ming and finally paid a visit to Nanny Pingxin. This was finally enough to erase the death records of the three immortals.
On the eastern sea side, the three great bodhisattvas, after obtaining permission from the underworld, each used their own methods. The blue-furred lion that was torn in half was reassembled. The yellow-toothed old elephant with a blood hole in its forehead grew another brain. The golden-haired howl's severed head was sewn back on again. Their bodies were dealt with properly and then they were each fed a seven-turn immortal pill.
This kind of resurrection has many drawbacks, and the future achievements can no longer exceed their peak periods. This aligns with the intentions of Manjushri and Puxian, who are still Golden Immortals. Why look for a Taiziyu Golden Immortal's mount? It won't take more than three years before there's a backlash. Now the Zhe Jiao magical power of the blue-furred lion, the yellow-toothed old elephant, and the golden-furred roar has all been cleared, and their levels have dropped to the level of celestial immortals. Being a mount for transportation is more than enough.
Two shocking news shocked Hongwu.
One was that Duobao had obtained a great opportunity. Some said that there were purple qi emanating from the scene, raising serious suspicions about the famous Honghong Ziqi.
Everyone said that the Immortal Duobao had a chance to become the new sage of Hongwu. However, Duobao categorically denied it, saying, "I am not; I have nothing; don't be absurd!"
Everyone believed that he was pretending, and within this, the Heavenly Lord and Menghe were the most anxious. Although they had no grudges with Duobao, the Saint position could not be given to him.
The other news was that the Great Ancestral Witch of the Witch Race, Di Jiang, had been resurrected! The Heavenly Lord sent people to the underworld to inquire. They were met with a response of "I don't know!" when they asked how Di Jiang had been resurrected.
Mount Emei is also discussing this.
As for Duobao, there's nothing much to say. He can do whatever he wants.
Deng Chanyu asked Jiuhuang: "What does Nanny Pingxin say?"
After receiving the news of Di Jiang, Daji hurried back to the underworld and now looked somewhat tired: "Teacher said this is a matter of the witch tribe, and it has nothing to do with her."
Qingluan, who had not returned to the Wuhuang Palace for the past few days, opened his mouth and asked: "Jiayu, if you want to gather all the Hongmeng Ziqi, how long will it take?"
Deng Chanyu had been calculating for the past few days, and now spoke somewhat uncertainly: "At present, I occupy the largest portion. The remaining scattered Hongmeng Ziqi in the various places of Hongwu is less than one-third. I have already developed a vague sense of it. It will take two years to gather everything."
This is more or less a kind of siphon effect. She felt that there were over a hundred places with Hongmeng Ziqi. If she collected all these, plus the seventy percent she already occupied, she should be able to condense it into a complete Hongmeng Ziqi!
