Zhao Hai could not help but feel a sense of respect when he heard this. This old cultivator was a true Buddhist cultivator. Buddha. What was Buddha? as long as you had Buddha in your heart, you were Buddha. If you did not have Buddha in your heart, you were at most a false Buddhist cultivator. This old cultivator's words were very reasonable.
Zhao Hai cupped his fists at the old cultivator and said, " "I've learned a lot. Old Sir is truly a great Buddhist cultivator. To tell you the truth, old Sir, I've just arrived here from the outside world to take a look at the Blood River of nine Underworlds. As for the things that happened here, I've only heard about them from others."
The old cultivator smiled and said,"young people are really curious. If I'm not wrong, you entered the blood Realm of hell on your own, right?" Young man, you don't know this, but the blood Realm of hell is a land of death. It's easy to enter, but hard to get out."
