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I listened to Yiyan speak, feeling a bit overwhelmed. I directly asked, "I want to know the secret of the River of Despair."
The wooden stick that Yiyan was about to drop halted in mid-air.
His eyes seemed to hold a clear, untainted pool within them.
One by one had told me he knew the secret of the River of Despair, which is why I came to Underworld Road to find Yiyan.
"River of Despair," Yiyan murmured with a hint of confusion.
"I don't care whether you want to become a Buddha or a demon; I just want to know the secret of the River of Despair."
At that moment, Clay Bodhisattva stepped out from behind me. She said, "Monk, hurry up and tell us."
"Do you really believe in the legendary River of Despair?"
I replied that I did.
Yiyan fell silent again, but his expression changed. I could sense that Yiyan's spirit was weakening. I said, "One by one sent me to find you and bring you back."
"One by one?"
"Yes, One by one."
I showed him the bell; surely Yiyan wasn't pretending to have amnesia.
"One by one," Yiyan murmured a few times. Then he got up from the ground and said, "Little Monk doesn't know One by one."
"I don't know you."
This left me with some doubts. Could One by One be deceiving me? But that couldn't be true. Even if One by One was lying, this bell wouldn't lie to me, would it? Earthly Private Bell.
"Monk, you're lying," Clay Bodhisattva accused Yiyan.
Yiyan replied, "A monk does not speak falsehoods; every word from Little Monk is true."
I also felt that Yiyan was lying.
"You don't want to go back," I finally asked. In my heart, I thought that if he didn't want to return, I couldn't force him. I only wanted my secret.
I waited for Yiyan's response. After a long time, as the sound of souls weeping grew louder, I felt it was the souls in this Swamp Sea reacting to my intention to take Yiyan away.
Listening to the weeping of the souls here, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
Why was there such a swamp on the Underworld Road? Beneath this swamp surely lay countless buried souls.
"Monk, hurry up and speak."
The monk glanced at Clay Bodhisattva, then said, "I can't go back."
I told him that if he wanted to return, we could go back right now.
Suddenly, Yiyan took a step closer to me, causing Clay Bodhisattva to retreat behind me in fear, shouting, "Don't come any closer! My Saning Brother will hit you; it hurts a lot! I've already been hit before. Monk, why aren't you listening?"
I did not step back because I did not sense any malice from Yiyan.
"I can't go back."
I asked, "How long have you been here?"
Yiyan replied, "I don't remember."
I said, "But One by One is waiting for you."
"Waiting for me for what?"
Clay Bodhisattva suddenly seemed to seize the opportunity, jumping up and accusing Yiyan of lying.
Yiyan's face looked young, but I felt he had experienced the vicissitudes of life for countless years. Here lay the Swamp of Death, beneath which were buried billions of souls.
Could it be that Yiyan stayed here because of the souls? In response to Clay Bodhisattva's accusations, Yiyan remained indifferent. He simply said, "If living is suffering, if dying is suffering, none is worse than the suffering of Sentient Beings."
I was at a loss for words.
But what I didn't expect was that Yiyan suddenly walked towards Clay Bodhisattva, who was so frightened that she stepped back behind me.
"What are you going to do?" I couldn't help but ask.
Yiyan said, "Little Monk has a few words to say to this lady."
"I won't listen," Clay Bodhisattva directly refused.
Yiyan, completely unfazed, asked, "Lady, would you like to form a bond with my Buddhist Community?"
"I won't marry."
"I'm so tired of monks. Just looking at you annoys me. Why would I want to form any connection?"
"What does the lady prefer?"
"I prefer..." Clay Bodhisattva was about to speak, but then quickly changed her mind and scolded Yiyan, saying, "What I like is none of your business. Hurry up and tell us the secret of the River of Despair. You enjoy being here; we don't even want to be here."
Yiyan fell silent, and I was also waiting.
But just then, Yiyan sighed.
I said, "Yiyan, I don't understand what you mean by Sentient Beings. All I know is that there's a girl named One by One waiting for you. Also, hurry up and tell me the secret of the River of Despair."
"You will understand."
Even if I suffer, I don't want Ke'er to suffer.
But at that moment, Yiyan leaned in and whispered something to me. After he finished speaking, my expression changed.
Finally, I asked, "Do you really not want to leave?"
"Saning Brother, did she tell you? If she did, we can leave."
I glared at Clay Bodhisattva, who quickly shut her mouth. I was waiting for Yiyan to speak again when he suddenly looked behind me and fell silent.
I turned my head and saw Yin Chai approaching in splendid attire.
"Why don't you all go back first?" Yiyan said to me. As soon as Yiyan finished speaking, an unknown force pushed us away, allowing us to retreat just enough to avoid the gaze of the Ghost Soldiers before we finally stopped.
The Ghost Soldiers were in contact with Yiyan, holding a Red Wedding Dress that looked like it belonged to a groom. These Ghost Soldiers were completely focused, and even though we were hiding a short distance away, they didn't glance our way at all.
I looked at the dress and suddenly understood something. Could it be that the groom for this wedding was Yiyan? Clay Bodhisattva clearly shared my thoughts at that moment as she said, "This monk truly has a facade of virtue; he turns around and becomes the groom."
I watched as Yiyan donned the groom's attire, looking quite dashing.
I didn't know how long One by One had been waiting for Yiyan, but seeing her do this now still made me feel a bit angry.
Although I wasn't very familiar with One by One.
The sound of souls weeping grew increasingly sorrowful.
I was curious about what kind of wedding this was; what kind of person could a living being marry in Yama's Hall?
Yiyan had already told me about the entrance to The River of Despair.
Aside from that, Yiyan had said something else to me, but it still had nothing to do with One by One. Strangely enough, this statement was related to Clay Bodhisattva.
However, I didn't quite believe what Yiyan had said.
"Saning Brother, what should we do now?" Clay Bodhisattva asked me.
I deliberately replied, "What do you want to do?"
Clay Bodhisattva clenched her fists and said, "Whoever that monster is, I want to give him a good beating."
I said, "What should I do, Saning Brother? I really want to hit him. I don't like liars, and I just spoke with that liar."
Looking at Clay Bodhisattva in this state, I didn't know what to say.
I stood there, watching Yiyan prepare a set of items. Then he raised his hand and tossed a bell adorned with red threads into the air, which landed at my feet.
But the bell was already stained with red blood.
Just moments ago, a monk who had been talking to me about Sentient Beings was now turning around to get married. Was this also for Sentient Beings? Damn it, I squatted down and picked up the bell.
Holding the bell tightly in my hand, I suddenly thought about how One by One would feel when I returned.
Was this betrayal? How long has One by One waited? Could it be that all they would receive is betrayal?
"Saning Brother, what are you thinking?"
I said to Clay Bodhisattva, "I've decided to go and hit him."
Clay Bodhisattva was stunned for a few seconds before cheering. "Saning Brother, you're amazing!" Looking at her cheerful demeanor, I couldn't understand what she was so happy about.
I placed the two bells into my pocket.
At that moment, Yiyan walked towards the Bridge of Helplessness, followed by the elegantly dressed Ghost Soldiers.
Was this journey truly for Sentient Beings or just for himself? Damn it, what nonsense.
I quietly followed behind Clay Bodhisattva, but before we could leave the Swamp, my feet became ensnared by the souls of this place.
I said, "Let go."
They seemed to be devoid of consciousness, still tightly wrapping around my feet. I reached out to touch a soul, and it instantly disintegrated into ashes, scattering like stars as Light Spots began to spread around.
Yet the souls here were undeterred by death, continuously obstructing my path. Many souls had already blossomed into Light Spots in my hands, and eventually, I halted my efforts.
Because all the souls here seemed to carry a sense of grievance; they were all incomplete.
In this Dark Land, they existed, buried beneath the Black Swamp. If one day a person were to step into this place, willing to enlighten with Sutras, willing to cleanse with time, willing to accompany their obsessions.
Here, I suddenly heard confessions; I heard the souls' laments and the recitation of Doctrine echoing in the air.
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