"Have you ever been here?"
Chu Wangxian stopped, his eyes staring ahead, and the corners of his mouth revealed a meaningful arc.
The river is rolling boundless, and if you don't know the inside story, you will definitely think it's an ocean.
The Santu River in front of him reminded him of a Ganges River in Tianzhu, which was also full of corpses and filthy.
It also made Chu Wangxian awaken some memories of his previous life, the truth about this underworld.
However, the bridge is on the road, and the right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River.
There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and Meng Po will be on the side of the Wangxiang platform.
Chu Wangxian looked up at the legendary Nai He Bridge again, and saw a single-plank bridge full of souls, bustling, and the one who fell fell into the river, and was immediately torn by the water ghost and disappeared without a trace.
This is only the first test, which will eliminate the weak and scatter their souls.
With so many people dead in history and countless souls of hundreds of billions, how can an eighteen-story hell be contained, no matter where the weak are waiting, their souls are scattered.
A large number of souls disappeared into the eighteen layers of hell like garbage, and this was the truth about hell in his previous life.
The design of the entire eighteen-layer hell, whether it is the Santu River or the eighteen-layer hell, is the means of the Tianzhu Buddhism, and it actually imprisons the soul of the Chinese people.
The real ghost world in Huaxia is gone, and it is replaced by Tianzhu's set, which is really ridiculous.
"I know, this is the Santu River, but we won't come here, there is no entry and exit in the eighteenth layer of hell."
Li Xiangyu showed a look of fear.
"Really?"
"I've never seen anyone who has entered the eighteenth layer of hell and can still come out in the end, and in our ghost city in the capital of Xudu, I never want to get close to the eighteenth layer of hell."
Li Xiangyu said in fear.
Ghosts will continue to be eroded by the sun in the yang world, if you don't want to disappear completely, you can only go to the ghost world, and the eighteen layers of hell in Buddhism are well-known, and if you don't want to go when you die, there are also bulls and horses to detain you.
The "Five Bitter Chapters and Sentences" says: "The jailer's name is Ah Pang, the head of the ox has human hands, two feet and hooves, the strength of the mountain, and the holding of a steel hairpin." ” This bull head and horse face is also an external force of Tianzhu Buddhism.
Foreign Buddhism manipulates the ghosts of Chinese people, this is the truth of the world, cruel and embarrassing.
Of course, in addition to the eighteenth layer of hell, the underworld ghost realm also has the power of the Dao Gate and the North Wind Clan, but it is far from being as loud as the eighteen layers of hell of the Buddha Gate.
The ghost city of Xudu is actually part of the Daomen forces.
The same name as the eighteenth layer of hell is the Daomen Difu Yin Division.
"It's right not to come, because the so-called reincarnation is nothing more than a fake, and Buddhism uses it to deceive people into entering the eighteenth layer of hell!"
Chu Wangxian couldn't help but sneer.
Counting up, the ghost city of Xudu was established by Daomen, and it can be regarded as free to come and go.
And the eighteen layers of hell in front of him, even among the ghosts, are all vicious and evil, who can understand that such a terrifying place that tortures people is established by the forces of Buddhism.
The human face is compassionate, the evil ghost behind the human body, one body and two sides, this is the real means of Buddhism.
"A good compassion is nothing but a lie to imprison people's hearts."
Chu Wangxian said viciously, he recalled the memories of his previous life, one of which went deep into the eighteenth layer of hell, and finally came to an abrupt end by the secret plot of Buddhism, which also allowed him to see the ugliest truth in the world.
He frowned, then turned around.
I saw a barefoot and sturdy old monk striding forward.
The old monk's face is wide and horizontal, and the evil is terrible, and his step-by-step footprints go deep into the ground, carving the Buddha's seal, and showing his perseverance.
"Amitabha, the old monk Fengtian, I have seen the Chu immortals."
The old monk was polite and bowed down, but Chu Wangxian could see his identity at a glance.
"King Chuang, you are also a ruthless person, why do you talk about compassion now."
Fengtian Ghost Buddha smiled embarrassedly, "The Chu Immortal is really worthy of his reputation, he has a good eye for people, and the old man Li Zicheng has committed boundless killing, but now it is just forgiveness." ” "Very good, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, then why don't you throw yourself into the eighteenth layer of hell and forgive your sins."
Fengtian Ghost Buddha was drenched in cold sweat, only to feel that Chu Wangxian's words were prickly, choking people to death, and a pair of eyes seemed to see through him.
Chu Wangxian had already seen through Li Zicheng's appearance of pretending to be a high-ranking monk.
What this bastard is best at is coercing the homeless, taking a city, taking away all the food and money, and driving these people who have nothing to die.
"Ping Kou Zhi" contains, "Hulianzi Hutong Youling, dozens of each, divided with wine, standing on a few highs, singing and dancing around the ring."
If you are happy, you will work for a lot of money, and if you are angry, you will kill it.
Zhu Ling sang with tears, or committed a broken word, beheaded with his hands, and blood flowed on the feast. ” "The men were charged with feeding horses, and the women were charged with syrup, and they searched for money, and they made a house and dug the ground.
It is inevitable that women will be 12 or 3 years old and 50 years old. …… Rape women, fornication, and indefinite comings and goings. ” This peasant army broke the capital, digging three feet into the ground and plundering 70 million taels of silver, there are countless adulterers, and the dog can't change eating at all.
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Being stared at by Chu Wangxian, the Fengtian Ghost Buddha had a frightened look on his face and took a step back.
"Amitabha, I am here at this moment to persuade the Chu Immortals to turn back."
Fengtian Ghost Buddha Li Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Isn't it ridiculous that you also persuade people to turn back."
Chu Wangxian raised it lightly, and pointed at the peach wood sword transformed by the big peach wood of Dushuo Mountain, which frightened the Fengtian Ghost Buddha to retreat again and again.
"Master Chu, I'm here to save you."
"Save me, how to save me?"
Chu Wangxian sneered.
"If you are unscrupulous again, the Ghost Emperor of Xudu will come here, and if you don't look back, no one will be able to save your life."
The Fengtian Ghost Buddha held a tin staff, leaning sideways in front of him, and the more he spoke, the slower he spoke, and the deeper his voice became.
He was a hero when he was alive, and a ghost Buddha after he died, but at this moment, in front of Chu Wangxian, he seemed to be powerful all over his body but hit the cotton, and there was no way, and he didn't dare to face Chu Wangxian's real knife and real gun.
"You Buddhist monk, when did you become a lackey for the Daomen Xudu Ghost Emperor, don't talk nonsense, call the Xudu Ghost Emperor out."
Seeing that Chu Wangxian was unmoved, the Fengtian Ghost Buddha gritted his teeth, drank in his mouth, took out a yellow talisman and threw it out, and there were supreme Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
"Chu Wangxian, you will regret it."
"I, Chu Wangxian, never regret it."
Chu Wangxian said simply.
I saw that in the dim and oppressive sky, there was a sudden burst of glow dancing, bursts of golden light, and red petals sprinkled down.
Chu Wangxian looked along the pillar of light that fell from the sky, but saw an elegant Taoist with a three-foot green floating dust in his hand, carrying a seven-star sword, stepping into the air.
On either side of it are a team of Taoist children holding flower baskets.
"The pomp is getting bigger and bigger, it's really not as good as the generation!"
"Who are you?"
The majestic sound was everywhere, this person was immortal, and his voice seemed to float down from the nine heavens, and he glanced at each other, which made people unconsciously want to kneel and worship.
"Are you the Ghost Emperor of Xudu?"
Chu Wangxian looked at it with a smile, and his smile was cold and ruthless.