Although Meng Po had a demon body, she was also a righteous god of the underworld and had a divine duty.
Even though Sanqi's soul was lacking and his cultivation was low, Fahai still maintained the necessary respect.
After all, the Netherworld was the territory of the Yama King on the surface.
However, the one in charge of this place of reincarnation was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Fahai was a Buddhist disciple who chanted the Ksitigarbha Mantra all day long. He respected this great Bodhisattva who was known as the one who swore not to become a Buddha until hell was empty.
"Grandmaster, you are too kind."
Hearing this, 37 shook his head and said,""Master's cultivation is profound and he has already forged the Indestructible Golden Body of the Arhat. This is really rare in the human world. 37's strength is too low, how would he dare to blame you?”
"Moreover, I have heard of that Blackstone Demon who has been doing evil in the Land of the Dead for many years. The master was willing to take a risk, his primordial spirit left his body, descended to the netherworld, and subdued demons. This was a great merit. Presumably, even if the Nether King knew about this, he wouldn't pursue it too much.”
37 spoke respectfully.
As a righteous god of the underworld, she did not need to be so polite to a mortal monk.
After all, Fahai was not a Buddha yet.
However, firstly, she had seen her mother killed by the blood of the Arhat, so she had a natural respect for those who cultivated Buddhism. Secondly, she had a favor to ask of others, so she naturally had to be polite.
Fahai saw her sincere words and did not have any hostility.
His expression also eased up a lot.
"Meng Po also knows that I'm a living person who enters death, so I can't stay for long. Since you didn't bring me here to question me, what do you want me to teach you?”
"I don't dare. I just have a request.”
"What is it?"
When Sanqi heard this, he turned around and walked into the room. Then, he took a flower pot from the windowsill.
Inside was a Manjusaka.
However, at this moment, it had already gradually withered and was about to die.
"This flower is called Manjusaka. 300 years ago, a Buddhist master brought it here.”
Sanqi held the flower pot in his hands, looking very precious.
She liked this flower.
It was not because of the person who sent the flowers, but because of the yellow sand that filled the sky above the land of the Yellow Springs.
Eight hundred miles of yellow sand, no flowers, no leaves.
There were only evil spirits and asuras, and the pain of life and death.
She couldn't leave this place, but she yearned for the human world.
This was the hope and dream in her heart.
At this moment, this dream was about to die.
"That monk said that the manjusaka is a strange species and can survive even in the Yellow Spring. However, I'm too stupid. It hasn't bloomed even after 300 years. Now, it was dying. Master, you came from the human world. Do you know how to save it?”
37 raised his head, his face full of anticipation.
Fahai looked into her eyes and suddenly felt a little pitiful.
She was born in this dead land. Perhaps, this Manjusaka was the only living thing she had ever seen.
"Meng Po lured me here for this flower?”
"Yes, I am. As long as Grandmaster can save it, I'm willing to pay any price. You can take whatever you like in Meng Po's village.”
"It's not difficult to save this flower. But are you really willing to pay any price?”
"Yes!"
Fahai raised his eyebrows and smiled."" Rumor has it that there is a Yin Yang Book of Life and Death in the Underworld. The Yin Book records the life and death of a person and is in the hands of the Underworld King. The Yang Book records the merits and demerits of a person's life and is in the hands of Meng Po…"
Hearing this, 37's expression changed slightly and he quickly waved his hand.
"No, no, you can have anything else. However, the Yin-Yang Manual is a treasure of the Underworld. It doesn't belong to me, so I can't give it to you.”
Fahai shook his head." You're mistaken. I cultivate the Mahayana Buddha Fruit, and I'll be immortal in the future. I don't need the Yin Yang Book. I just want to take a look."”
"Look?"
Hearing this, 37 heaved a sigh of relief. However, he shook his head immediately."It's not that I don't trust you, but you're still alive, and you're not dead yet. Yang Juan can't see your life's merits…"
A lifetime of merits and demerits?
Fahai laughed.
"Ever since I was born in this world, I have been cultivating the divine arts of Buddhism and subduing demons. I feel that I am worthy of my heart. I only have merit and no evil. My heart is like a clear mirror, I don't need the Yang Book to manifest.”
When 37 heard his words, he was even more confused.
"Then what does Grandmaster want to see?"
Fahai turned his head and glanced at her. This girl was still too inexperienced. She didn't even understand the specific function of the Yin Yang Book. This Meng Po was not competent.
Hence, he explained to her," The Yin Yang Manual is also known as the Book of Life and Death. Not only does it control the lives of mortals, it also records the past lives of people. I want to take a look."”
He actually didn't want to see the past.
Because he knew very well that he was a transmigrator. The so-called previous life should be the life on Earth.
He just wanted to see if the magical treasures of this world would discover his secret.
Even in the Mythological World, transmigration and rebirth were bizarre.
Fahai didn't want anyone to know his background.
Otherwise, he might be used against enemies in the future.
37 did not think too much about it. He only looked at the Yang Scroll and saw that there was no problem. He immediately agreed.
"Alright, I promise you. Master, please save this flower.”
"It's a small matter."
Fahai nodded.
This Manjusaka wasn't actually dead. It was just its nature. It could only bloom after falling leaves. The leaves and leaves would never meet. Sanqi didn't understand, so he thought it was dying.
Fahai wanted to help, so he injected a strand of Yang Qi into the flower.
Using supreme Dharmic powers to catalyze.
In an instant, the two remaining green leaves on the manjusaka withered and the stamen bloomed like a burning flame. It was poignant and moving!
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