I have guarded hell for ten thousand years and made a great vow. I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty.
Lingshan said I am compassionate. The Three Realms say I have a great wish. The underworld said I was a nail.
I admit it all.
Lectures, enlightenment, and detachment, day after day, year after year. I thought that every bit of merit I had accumulated in hell had turned into a scar on the evil ghost's forehead. Until that day, the Tathagata's personal attendant came up from the bottom of my eighteenth level of hell, broke the restriction of the sea of blood, released the evil that had been sealed for 30,000 years, killed my gatekeeper, and then returned to Lingshan through the teleportation gate I had set up with my own hands.
But Yama of the Tenth Hall stood aside and watched, not a single soldier moved.
I smashed the Yama Palace, found out the inner ghost, and searched all the way down through the crack in the sea of blood - I found a mountain of silver. A mountain of silver piled up with my merits, engraved with the seals of Lingshan, which contains every relic of merit that has leaked out from the cracks of my fingers in the past 30,000 years. It turns out that the number of evil ghosts is increasing as time goes by, and it's not because the world is too evil. It is Lingshan that prevents hell from becoming empty. When hell is empty, I will become a Buddha. I have become a Buddha, who will be the scapegoat who digs merit for them from under the ground?
I knelt in front of the silver mountain and laughed for a long time. After laughing, he put the rosary broken in half into his arms. It was dropped by Ananda - the Tathagata's most trusted attendant, the little junior brother who followed me and called me "senior brother" for ten thousand years.
Good. What Lingshan owes me, what hell owes me, ten thousand years of merit, three hundred and sixty-five lives - I go up one level at a time to ask for it.
I can no longer control this hell.
