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I realized that something was about to happen.
The Ghost Soldiers also halted in their tracks as the Buddha light descended from the sky, enveloping everything like a rain shower, and I could smell the scent of blood in the air.
One by one, they recklessly turned and ran back, as if driven mad.
Meanwhile, Clay Bodhisattva and I stood frozen in place, just like the Ghost Soldiers. Tsuchida Hiroshi Blood.
In that moment, seeing the Buddha light, I felt as if I were witnessing the purest thing in the world.
The Ghost Soldiers did not hesitate for long. They quickly intercepted One by one, who shouted desperately, but it was of no use; the Ghost Soldiers clearly had no intention of letting One by one pass.
I rushed over to help One by one. Although I couldn't control the souls here, they still disintegrated upon contact with me.
One by one called out Yiyan's name.
As I watched the spreading Buddha light and listened to the chanting of the Doctrine, I suddenly understood something: Yiyan might already be gone.
The Ghost Soldiers blocked our way, but at that moment, a blue galaxy surged toward us. I sensed it immediately; it was the soul of Swamp, those broken and battered souls.
These souls quickly clashed with the Ghost Soldiers, but ultimately, the Ghost Soldiers were still Ghost Soldiers. The shattered souls were no match for them and soon turned into Light Spots.
It seemed they were trying to convey something, and slowly a scene began to unfold in the air.
The tragic state of Swamp; back then it was merely a sea of flowers, but war broke out there. The two sides' Ghost Soldiers mixed together, fighting for days until one side emerged victorious. The victors buried all those souls in that sea of flowers.
The sea of flowers quickly wilted and ultimately died, transforming into a Swamp.
The shadow of death loomed over everything.
I watched the Light Spots drifting in the air, their cries echoing, as if their fighting spirit had never faded.
After the buried “Myriad Souls” vanished, only a solitary figure remained. Judging by the attire, it seemed to be a commander, yet this commander appeared even more tragic, ultimately pierced by countless arrows and buried in the Dark Land.
I felt the scattered souls' lamentations. Was the Dark Land the very place we had just passed through?
But who were those buried in the Dark Land?
The war in the Underworld was just like the wars among humans. It was a matter of victors ruling and losers being vilified. The defeated would forever perish, and those who followed them, the Taxi soldiers, would also meet the same fate.
This was destiny; once you chose a side—victory or defeat—you had to accept the outcome.
The scattered souls began to drift into my eyes.
At first, I resisted, for Yiyan had once helped them transcend, allowing them to leave that Dark Land. If they entered my eyes, it could mean death.
I could not betray Yiyan’s grand aspiration.
Suddenly, I understood the meaning behind Yiyan’s words: “As long as hell is not empty, Sentient Beings will continue to suffer.” What was Yiyan truly after? Could there really be someone in this world with such a noble heart?
Was it to relieve all living beings from suffering? As long as hell is not empty, one cannot attain Buddhahood.
But can hell ever be emptied?
Looking at the vast expanse of Buddha light and the scattered Light Spots,
Countless incomplete souls entangled with the Ghost Soldiers, yet facing them could mean eternal oblivion.
One by one, she broke through the obstacles, and I followed closely behind Clay Bodhisattva. However, One by one suddenly turned to look at us, her black hair swaying in the wind, her face pale.
Her spirit was growing weaker.
"Go away," One by one said. "Don't come any closer."
Clay Bodhisattva replied, "We're not going anywhere. What if that monk bullies you?"
One by one paused for a few seconds, perhaps surprised that Clay Bodhisattva would say such a thing. Then she suddenly smiled, as if regaining her former youth. She leaned back on her hands, stood on her tiptoes, and said, "He wouldn't dare."
After she spoke, Clay Bodhisattva and I exchanged glances.
One by one seemed to become calm in an instant. As she walked forward, she waved goodbye to us.
"Please go back."
As the light of Buddha enveloped us, I suddenly noticed that Clay Bodhisattva seemed to be emanating a layer of golden light as well, though it was fleeting.
"Saning Brother," Clay Bodhisattva asked, "should we go after her?"
I couldn't help but sigh. Looking at One by one's receding figure, I said, "Let's not go. Perhaps this is the best way for her to find peace."
The Ghost Soldiers continued their struggle with the broken souls, while the scattered Light Spots followed me persistently.
I resisted letting them enter my eyes, but at that moment, I seemed to hear Yiyan—the monk with a face like jade—telling me to let them in and give them a place to rest.
After hearing those words, I glanced back.
However, I did not see Yiyan's figure; the light of the Buddha ultimately could not withstand the darkness here and was slowly dissipating.
Clay Bodhisattva suddenly said, "Saning Brother, I suddenly feel that this monk is a good person."
I took a deep breath and let the scattered Light Spots enter my eyes. It felt like a river flowing for thousands of years finally returning to the sea after enduring countless trials.
Yet, as I allowed the Light Spots to enter my eyes, I did not notice Clay Bodhisattva absorbing the dissipating light.
A few minutes later, Clay Bodhisattva and I arrived at Underworld Road, where we saw an exit. I urged Clay Bodhisattva to grab hold of me quickly.
The wind howled around us, and as Clay Bodhisattva transformed into a clay statue, I stepped out.
Just as I crossed over, I heard a sound; the two bells on me fell to the ground, and Wang Wei picked them up.
He shook them and remarked that the sound was quite pleasant.
I took the bells from him.
Ke'er came over to ask how things were going. I told her that I hadn't brought anyone back and that One by One had not returned either. Ke'er did not press further but asked if there was anything else. I replied that there was nothing.
Only, One by One and Yiyan would never come back again; perhaps these two people would no longer exist in this world.
I suddenly sighed, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me.
The Clay Bodhisattva also descended from me, transforming into a human.
Wang Wei hurriedly approached to check on the Clay Bodhisattva's safety, only to be scolded by the Clay Bodhisattva. Then the Clay Bodhisattva said to Wang Wei, "I'm feeling a bit down; is your computer on?"
Wang Wei looked at the Clay Bodhisattva in surprise. The Clay Bodhisattva continued, "I want to play a game."
After saying this, Wang Wei quickly rushed off to turn on the computer.
At that moment, Wind Tree called out to me as "Brother." I patted Wind Tree's head. Returning from the Underworld left me with deep reflections. I had originally thought that only humans waged war, but I did not expect that there would be wars in the Underworld as well.
Moreover, the methods of warfare were just as brutal as those of humans.
All Myriad Souls were buried; during the unification wars of the Qin State, three hundred thousand people had been slaughtered.
I gazed at the faintly visible path of bones before me. I had been staring at it for some time, but suddenly, this path vanished without a trace.
When I looked again, I could no longer see this path of bones. The Underworld Road had disappeared from my sight.
I was quite surprised; no matter how hard I tried to look, it was gone.
Could it be that the Underworld Road had truly vanished from my eyes? But if it has disappeared, then so be it.
Ke'er called out to me as "Husband." I snapped back to reality and looked at Ke'er. I stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her into my embrace.
Although I felt a tinge of melancholy at that moment, my visit to the Underworld Road was not in vain, for I had learned the whereabouts of the River of Despair.
I released Ke'er, and at that moment, Wind Tree called me "brother." I had no choice but to pick up Wind Tree and play with her.
Now, it seemed that everything had been taken care of, and all that was left was to resurrect Ke'er. I was about to enter the River of Despair to obtain the Reincarnation Flower; perhaps that would allow me to bring Ke'er back to life.
Wang Wei ran over and asked me, "Saning, what does the Underworld look like?"
I replied to Wang Wei, "You'll know once you see it for yourself." After hearing my words, Wang Wei fell silent. Although I knew the entrance to the River of Despair, I also understood that it wasn't easy to access.
Suddenly feeling a bit tired, I told Wang Wei that I was heading home first.
Naturally, Wang Wei didn't want to stay at the company alone, so soon everyone went home together. Once we returned, I couldn't sleep all night, staring at the ceiling until dawn.
After daybreak, Ke'er left, and I stepped out of the house. I didn't return until noon. In the afternoon, I went out again and didn't come back until evening.
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