Ups and downs, going round and round, back and forth. In the end, he is still him. Neither Buddha nor demon, half Buddha and half demon, both Buddha and demon. The second-generation devil, no, I should say, the current Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate. The moment the butcher knife disappeared from his hand, hundreds of demons who had been chasing Jiang Bai near the Qinhan Pass died suddenly on the spot like ice and snow melting, turning into countless crystals and dissipating between heaven and earth. They originate from the geological changes in the Death Forbidden Area of the Protectorate. When Ksitigarbha returns to his position, the earth changes cease, and the devils and Buddhas naturally become water without a source. Not only that, their power came from the Death Forbidden Area of the Protectorate, and all of them were taken back by Ksitigarbha. Their power did not disappear, but crazily poured into the body of Jizo in the Protectorate like a stream flowing into a river. And with the influx of power, strange changes are also taking place in the body of the Protectorate Jizo.
The outline of a face first appeared on the back of his head. As the outline gradually became clearer, the facial features emerged, exactly like the face on the front. However, the two identical faces reveal completely different temperaments. The former has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is holy and vast, just like an eminent monk. The latter is full of evil spirits and filthy, like a fallen evil spirit. Not only his face, he even had a pair of arms on his back. Since his birth, his arms had been holding two butcher knives, one bloody and the other stained with rust. With one head, two faces and four arms, Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate Palace is like a mythical creature. Two completely different temperaments and attitudes emerge from his body, but he is able to live in harmony with each other. Facing Jiang Bai's face, Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate Mansion slowly spoke, "Since the young monk was born twenty years ago, he has just opened his mind and does not know his true self. He holds a butcher knife in his hand and thinks that he is a butcher. This knife has killed demons and Buddhas, stained with blood, shed tears, and all kinds of things in the past. I can’t bear to look back and realize today that I am not who I am.” "I have only been troubled by three questions in my life. Where do I come from? Where do I go? Who am I? Today, Han Chan solved a doubt for me. I came from the water moon. I was originally a water mirror. Maybe when I was born I am a Buddha, but after picking up the butcher's knife and being a demon for so many years, am I still the same Buddha?" Jizo of the Protectorate has his own thoughts about who he is. "I am who I am, so how can I not be myself? Whether it is a Buddha or a demon, how can it be determined by other people's words?" The two mouths of Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate Palace said at the same time, "I am who I am, both a Buddha and a demon." This is his view of himself. At this moment, he is completely free of Shuiyue's influence and is truly 'alive'. Perhaps, by definition, he is not a human being, just a humanoid. But he had never been more alive than he was now. This is enough. Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate has three questions. Now that one has been solved, he naturally has to think about the next one: Who am I? He believed that he was both a Buddha and a demon, so he had two faces and four arms. "Since the young monk is the Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate, he has not been able to do anything for twenty years, which makes Han Chan laugh."
Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate made a request to Jiang Bai that was not excessive. "Please also ask Han Chan to give the young monk a Dharma title." "This...I need some time to think." Jiang Bai said sincerely and modestly, "There's still a war going on here. Think about it, why don't we kill the false god first, and then we can sit down and have a chat?" The matter was prioritized, and Jiang Bai revealed the truth and asked Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate Palace to join the battle. This was because the soldiers were taking risks and gave it a go. On the one hand, his answer is probably correct, but Jiang Bai doesn't know how the second-generation devil will choose after knowing the answer. On the other hand, Jiang Bai, who has mild persecution paranoia, does not completely believe that his answer is correct. Jiang Bai has more than 90% probability of being right, but there is still 10%. What if it's wrong? Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens. Whatever Jiang Bai does, he must be on guard. The Qinhan Pass battlefield is extremely dangerous, and everyone is betting. Even the top experts will be unable to help themselves if they are involved in this chessboard, and will eventually bet everything on the gambling table without any regrets. Biden is betting that everything will go according to his plan and he can achieve his ultimate goal. Sa Xiaoliu was betting that the sky had no limit and that the Emperor of Heaven had no plans left. The pseudo-gods are also betting. The four-image pseudo-god bets that the Sky Emperor will fall. The evil ghost bets that Jiang Bai has not fully recovered yet and wants to take the only chance to kill Jiang Bai. Emperor Kong Tian was betting that the Qin-Han Pass could hold up, and that he could return safely after entering the outer world... Jiang Bai was gambling, but fortunately he won. If you win, you must keep winning. Others can win or lose. Jiang Bai, who came from a thousand years ago, knew very well that he could not afford to lose. The progress of Project Cicada is unknown, the whereabouts of the remaining members are unknown, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Even if Jiang Bai meets Bianhua Hua, he has already half quitted the Cicada plan, and seems like an enemy but not a friend. Jiang Bai may be the last official member of the Cicada Project. If he loses, the Cicada Project will completely fail. Jiang Bai's style has always been fierce, and he never hesitated when it was time to be arrogant. He dared to break into the burial ground alone, and he dared to challenge Bai Mozi alone at the Qinhan Pass. Even if the wind was against him, when he had the upper hand, there was nothing he dared not do. Just like Jiang Bai said, Shunfeng will be severely slapped on the face. Now, Ksitigarbha of the Protectorate is clearly on Jiang Bai's side, so he should kill the false god first. It's not too late to mention the Buddhist title or anything else when the champagne is poured out at the celebration party.
"good." The Protectorate Ksitigarbha nodded in agreement, and his four arms moved at the same time, and his four hands simultaneously formed four different seals. The Buddha whispered, the demon roared, and strange phenomena occurred frequently. On one side, the goddess scattered flowers, the gods and Buddhas loomed, and the Sanskrit sound was mighty. On the other side, there were monstrous evil demons, like a hell on earth, with hundreds of ghosts walking at night. Jiang Bai withdrew the cicada singing field, and the Protectorate Ksitigarbha instantly took control of the scene and involved the false god. The war was about to break out, like Mars hitting the earth. Even if it was just on the edge of the battlefield, the damage Jiang Bai suffered every moment was enough to kill a three-time sublimation strongman! After a few breaths, the gods and demons retreated, and everything returned to calm. This battle started suddenly and ended even more suddenly. A heart-digging knife lay quietly on the chest of the false god. The false god with a blurred face had no breath at this moment. Except for a big hole in his heart, there were no scars on his body. His expression was also very strange. Half of his face was wearing a faint smile, which was particularly peaceful, while the other half of his face was extremely distorted, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene. The first false god to fall since the war began! God fell! This shocking battle, which was praised by later generations as the Night of God's Fall, officially kicked off! The Protectorate of the Dizang who killed the false god personally, put his four hands together, looked at Jiang Bai, and said respectfully, "Now, please grant me the Dharma name, Han Chan."