Eighteen layers of hell!
The sky is bloody, the ground is stinking, the volcano is flowing, and the ghosts are endless.
The so-called corpse mountain and sea of blood are nothing more than that, as far as the eye can see, there are Chinese ghosts who have been punished.
The severity of the punishment is unbearable.
Tongue Pulling Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Blood Pool Hell, Stone Pressing Hell, Molar Hell, Punishment Hell, Knife Saw Hell......
The mere names of these hells make people shudder.
This is still the description of hell recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, and the real situation is a hundred times worse, and the worst thing Chu Wangxian saw was the corpse forest that was pierced through the body by a sharp pile and erected on the ground.
Along the way, Chu Wangxian was furious, and the Chinese immortals fought for power, causing the Chinese souls to suffer and be humiliated by the foreign Shakya clan.
"There is no hell in China, and Buddhism builds eighteen layers of hell, and the sin is unforgivable."
At the gate of a solemn ghost hall in the eighteenth layer of hell, Chu Wangxian flew down.
The battle situation in the outside world was cruel, and the king of Yama, the Bodhisattva of Jizo, the Bodhisattva of Guanyin, and the Nineteen Jialan were killed one after another, but the hell was vast, and there were very few people who knew about it.
At this moment, in hell, the usual high pressure is still maintained.
"Who are you, and you don't kneel before the jailers."
A group of ghost pawns in front of him stopped Chu Wangxian, and when he was the first ghost pawn, holding a black soul lock, he pulled violently.
"Get out!"
Chu Wangxian glanced at it coldly, pinched the fingers of his right hand, and punched out the void with a fist.
With an explosion, the head of the ghost pawn on the opposite side exploded like a watermelon, and several ghost pawns next to him still wanted to make a move, and their souls flew away in an instant, as if they were sitting on a pile of explosives and flew out, turning into powder.
"Bastard!
If you dare to come to the eighteenth layer of hell to be presumptuous, the prison master will not let you go. ” Another ghost general led the ghost pawn to rush out, swords facing each other, pointing at Chu Wangxian.
"Prison Master?
The Nineteen Blue Bodhisattvas of the Eighteen Layers of Hell?
Rest assured, they are all dead, and you will go down to accompany them as well.
"Chu Wangxian's face is like frost.
He couldn't vent his anger in his belly, and it happened that the ghosts of hell were coming to send him to death.
In the cursing, Chu Wangxian ignored you, stepped on it with a volley, and the space shook, just a simple kick, but it was like a giant stepping out, and the power was even more terrifying, as if stepping on an ant, the fierce ghost would be trampled into nothingness.
"Not good!"
"Hurry up and report back to the prison master!"
、 The ghost pawn was so frightened that he screamed and fled.
Chu Wangxian flicked his fingers a few more times, and the ghost pawn who was screaming exploded in an instant, and his soul was scattered.
Turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.
"Happy, happy!
Kill hard!
is obviously a ghost of China, but he aids in the abuse, he should be killed, he should be killed. ” A hearty laugh.
Someone?
Chu Wangxian followed the sound and glanced around, only to find a miserable soul that had been tortured in a mortar, and it was no longer possible to see the human form.
The molar, which is a tool for grinding rice, is used to remove the husk of rice by smashing it at once, but now it is not used to torture people's souls.
The soul laughed wildly a few times, and then drank violently, breaking free from the mortar.
Cuckoo!
This soul was like an evil ghost, biting the body of the dead ghost, Chu Wangxian frowned, and the ghosts devoured each other, like wild beasts.
After a while, this person gradually returned to the appearance of a Chinese man, with big eyes and a thick nose, and powerful holes.
"Brother, you also escaped?
You're amazing!
” The big man clapped his hands and asked.
Chu Wangxian smiled restrictively, noncommittal, and asked rhetorically, "You also escaped." ” "Yes, my dignified Chinese soul, it can be imprisoned by Buddhism, no matter how many years I am imprisoned, I will escape from this place."
"Oh!
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So you've escaped a lot?
” Chu Wangxian looked at this big man with great interest, in the eighteenth layer of hell, full of tortured crazy and sluggish souls, it was strange to see this optimistic soul of Huaxia.
"Haha, I can't remember the number of times."
The big man said heroically, patted his shoulder and laughed, "Every time I am caught by the rabbit cub of Buddhism, I will be punished for thousands of years, go up the knife mountain, get off the oil pot, pull out the tongue, roll the cannon and burn, I have tasted it, and it is not a big deal, anyway, they will only torture me and let me take refuge in Buddhism, I bah, anyway, I will run away if I have the opportunity!"
” The big man said indignantly, kicking the head of one of the ghost pawns to pieces.
Chu Wangxian smiled, becoming more and more curious about the big man, and he also had an appetite for him.
"You have a name."
Chu Wangxian asked again.
"Name?
I forgot about it, but everyone else calls me Min Tianwang!
” King Min laughed, and then patted Chu Wangxian on the shoulder.
It's like saying, that's a good name.
Boom!
King Min pushed down the Buddha statue in the ghost hall, spat on it, and stepped on it again to put away the scattered ghost soldiers.
"As long as I find the beggar army under my command, you will fight out of hell with me, and I, King Min Tianwang, will definitely make the monks of hell suffer."
After saying that, King Min let out a long roar, and a Zhulong horse rushed from the darkness, and King Min stepped on the horse, holding a ghost gun, majestic.
Chu Wangxian looked interested, but turned around and stretched out from the ghost hall overlooking the hell in the distance, "It's a pity, I have other important things, so I leave." ” After a pause, Chu Wangxian said again: "Now that the destruction of Buddhism and hell is imminent, you can leave directly."
"There is such a thing!"
King Min patted the horse's back, "Wait, brother, our meeting in Pingshui is fate, and what yours is my business." ” "Okay, I'll find someone!"
Chu Wangxian turned around again and said.
"Looking for someone?
Who are you looking for?
You save my life, I'll help you find it. ” King Min waved his hand and motioned for Chu Wangxian to get on the horse.
Chu Wangxian chuckled lightly and shook his head silently, this Min Heavenly King is really interesting.
"I have two feet, just walk!"
Chu Wangxian declined.
"That's a pity, there is no wine today, or we won't get drunk and won't return, by the way, what's your name."
King Min Tianwang has more and more appetite for Chu Wangxian, and he has a feeling of sympathy.
He made a grand wish in his heart, and he was determined to take Corporal Lixian into his command and bring Chu Wangxian under his command to break out of the world.
"You can call me Chu Wangxian!"
"Chu Wangxian, a good name, Wangxian, must be a person who cultivates immortals."
King Min Tianwang pulled the reins, and the spear in his hand was thrown violently, smashing the plaque of the Senluo Hall on the Ghost Palace.
"Who are you looking for?
In this hell, I know all the souls of Huaxia, and I will definitely be able to help you. ” Chu Wangxian smiled faintly, he didn't think that King Min Tianwang could help him, but he still spoke: "I'm looking for a monk named Zhu Shixing, whose Dharma name is Bajie."
"Bajie!
It's an interesting nickname.
But this person is a monk, and monks are not good things, and they lock us up in hell, by the way, Brother Chu, what kind of person is this Bajie, it is worth looking for. ” In Min Tianwang's curious inquiry, Chu Wangxian gave the answer.
"He is the first monk in China, and since the beginning of the Eight Precepts, there have been monks in China, or in other words, the Eight Precepts are the first people to introduce Buddhism into China."