The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 987

Chapter 987: Chapter 984: Ksitigarbha King Chapter 987: Chapter 984: Ksitigarbha King Shen Luo's Divine Sense became increasingly chaotic, and before his eyes, there seemed to be a layer of blood-red gloom, as if shrouded in haze. Through the murkiness, he saw a figure of a little girl with thin, straw-like hair, staggering towards a wooden-faced, emaciated middle-aged man.

The little girl's cracked lips parted and moved as though she were calling out “Daddy,” but the middle-aged man remained expressionless. He slowly drew a sharp knife from behind his back, its blade stained with black blood and faintly gleaming with a cold light.

Next to him, in a soot-blackened iron pot, yellow soup churned and bubbled.

“No, this cannot be…”

Shen Luo watched the man's Adam's apple move once, and the sharp knife in his hand inched towards the little girl's shriveled chest. His last reserves of rationality finally began to lose control.

The next instant, the blood-colored tide raging around him suddenly surged double in size. The golden light that had been able to resist it to some extent instantly collapsed, and Shen Luo's divine sense power was overwhelmed, forced into retreat.

His Sea of Knowledge was completely stained with blood, the divine soul I was frozen in place, unable to move, and half of his body was already covered in blood. Moreover, copious amounts of blood-qi continued to surge upwards, spreading towards his head.

Only his body maintained the position of reaching out an arm, attempting to stop what was happening.

“To maintain compassion at a time like this is a mark of great goodness,” a sighed voice wafted over at that moment.

As Shen Luo's divine soul was on the verge of falling, his divine sense suddenly saw a dim yellow light ignite before him, slowly drifting his way.

The light was small as a bean yet shone undiminished amidst the blood-filled heavens. It was not only unaffected by the corruption but also had the power to repel it, creating a barrier that kept the surging blood-qi at bay.

As the tiny light drew closer, the blood-qi around it dispersed slightly, and the blood color on Shen Luo's body receded to his waist.

His divine sense regained a trace of lucidity, and he saw that the approaching entity was not a light, but a figure shrouded in white light.

The figure appeared to be of old age, not tall, with thin cheeks, and a pair of bushy white eyebrows that laid over tranquil, clear eyes. He had an unimposing nose and modest lips, portraying an image of kindness and benevolence.

He wore a red kasaya and a Pilu crown upon his head, resembling the garb of a monk.

“Who are you, Benefactor, and how have you fallen into this Hell Maze?” The High Monk stood before him and asked.

Shen Luo's brows were tightly knitted; he did not answer.

This High Monk's sudden appearance within his Sea of Knowledge was indeed very strange, and Shen Luo even worried that he might be an embodiment of the Ruin Kun's divine soul, intentionally harming him.

“One should be cautious indeed. I see that your divine soul bears traces of the Huangting Technique. Could it be that you originate from Mount Fangcun?” The High Monk seemed not to mind the silence and continued to inquire.

Upon hearing these words, Shen Luo, who had been reluctant to use his divine soul to probe, now adopted a 'damaged jar' mentality and began to investigate the High Monk.

However, the moment his divine soul touched the High Monk, mysterious chanting resounded throughout his Sea of Knowledge. Waves of Buddhist chanting echoed around him, and a gentle force enveloped his divine soul I, scattering away all the blood-qi that stained it.

“Who would have thought that the Benefactor also possesses a root of wisdom, quite predestined with our Buddhist Sect,” the High Monk remarked, as if surprised.

“May I ask for the High Monk's dharma name?” Shen Luo, now daring not to be negligent, swiftly inquired.

“I observe Ksitigarbha's majestic divine power, the Ganges sand robbery speaks of untold hardships, witnessing and revering within an instant, benefits the human and heavenly realms beyond measure.” The High Monk did not speak, yet a Buddhist chant reverberated through Shen Luo's Sea of Knowledge.

“To think it is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Junior has been disrespectful,” Shen Luo realized, with the divine soul I immediately bringing its hands together in prayer.

“No wonder, no wonder,” the monk neither denied nor admitted, continuing to inquire, “Could you be a disciple of Mount Fangcun?”

“Junior, Shen Luo, although I have not officially joined Mount Fangcun, the divine powers I cultivate indeed come from under the Bodhi Ancestor,” Shen Luo said.

“Why have you fallen to this place?” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked with a furrowed brow upon hearing this.

After a moment of thought, Shen Luo promptly recounted the events at Wuzhuang View and his subsequent experiences.

After listening, the monk remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, “Could it really be the workings of Heavenly Dao, that all Heavens are to undergo this trial?”

“Bodhisattva, what makes you say so?” Shen Luo asked, puzzled.

“All sorts of karma and fate toy with people. I myself have fallen into hell and made great vows precisely to relieve all beings from suffering, to dissipate the rancor within the Three Realms, and to prevent the seals from becoming loose. However, it seems that in the end, I cannot escape this calamity,” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said slowly.

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell upon Shen Luo, and a flicker of unusual brightness suddenly passed through his eyes.

Then, Shen Luo's vision blurred, involuntarily drawn to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes. But in the instant of their gazes meeting, it was as if he saw an expanse of a starry sea.

Yet in a mere blink, as if he had just come out of a trance, the stars before his eyes disappeared once again.

And there in front of him, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stumbled backwards two steps before regaining his balance. The white light that had shone upon him immediately dimmed a notch.

“Bodhisattva…”

Shen Luo vaguely guessed that the Bodhisattva must have done something to him just now.

“No matter, no matter… It seems that you have come here as part of a predestined fate. Unfortunately, I am now like a candle flickering in the wind, able to glimpse some of the past and illusions, but unable to see too far into the future. Your fate… is quite chaotic. Not to mention it, maybe you are the greatest variable,” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, his expression a mixture of joy and concern.

The more Shen Luo listened, the more bewildered he became.

“Bodhisattva, what exactly do you mean by all this?” Shen Luo could not help asking.

“It cannot be said, when the time comes, you will know on your own. If it's not time, revealing the secrets of Heaven will only bring more variables. Enough, enough, today I shall break a precept and take a chance,” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with a shake of his head and a wry smile.

Before Shen Luo could ask anything more, the chanting sounds grew louder and louder. The white light on the monk in front of him shone even brighter and, along with the chanting, escalated in intensity.

However, Shen Luo could tell that the light now was more like the last embers of a fire burning out.

As the white light intensified, the monk's figure grew increasingly blurry, and the vast blood energy within Shen Luo's Sea of Knowledge was completely engulfed and dissolved by this white light.

Bathing in this white light, Shen Luo's little divine soul felt a warm comfort as the lost Soul Power began to replenish swiftly. His divine soul's ephemeral light coalesced, gradually revealing a gold and red kasaya.

“This is…”

At this moment, how could Shen Luo not understand that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was transferring his own Soul Power to him?

With his Sea of Knowledge now stabilized, Shen Luo's eyes opened once again.

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