After the five old monks left the Sutra Pavilion, the old monk in the middle looked at Yan Yun with his eyes and clasped his hands together and said, "Enter my hell, enjoy all kinds of sufferings and sufferings. I am now telling you about the eight great hells life.

hell!"

After saying that, he saw the old monk on his left index finger gently tapping Yan Yun’s forehead.

The old monk's index finger was not fast, and Yan Yun was confused, but he didn't get much. When the old monk pointed at Yan Yun's forehead with his index finger, Yan Yun suddenly lost his vision with a "buzzing" sound.

There was darkness in front of me, and in a moment, the darkness was blown by a strong wind. Another "buzzing" sound, Yan Yun saw clearly what was in front of him.

This is a blue-gray and ink-colored world. The reason why it is said to be one is because there is no sky here, only the earth, and the ground is connected into one, and the end cannot be seen clearly.

There was no grass growing on the ground. At first glance, there were several lonely rocky mountains standing. Occasionally, a piece of breeze chased by. Although this place is not scary, for some reason, Yan Yun felt panic when he stood here, as if there was something scary.

Things are about to happen.

"Where is this?" Yan Yun couldn't help but tremble and asked, feeling the strange atmosphere surrounding him.

At this moment, a three-meter stone mountain suddenly rose on the ground, and the red flames rose and burned at the foot of the stone mountain. In just a moment, the stone mountain burned out bursts of clouds and smoke. The shape of the stone mountain suddenly changed, and a concave stone pit appeared.

Looking at the concave stone pit, Yan Yun suddenly felt a palpitation, and then he smelled a foul smell. This foul smell was not something that Yan Yun could block his breath, but the foul smell that drilled into every pore.

In a moment, Yan Yun felt a flash in front of him again. He had actually entered the pit in the stone mountain. The next moment, a heat came from above, and then a hot liquid poured on Yan Yun's body.

Yan Yunding saw that what was pouring on him turned out to be black and yellow copper juice. He followed the copper juice to find the source. The source was a wooden barrel tilted downward by a five-foot evil ghost on the top of the stone mountain.

This evil ghost is burly, has big head and no eyebrows, has hollow eyes, and has small pupils like a sesame seed, and his body is filled with muscles. It is obvious that he is made by working often.

Before Yan Yun could look at the evil ghost again, Yan Yun suddenly felt extremely numb and itchy on his body. When he looked at his body, he immediately looked disgusting.

On Yan Yun, thousands of little insects crawled into his mouth. Then he saw thousands of little insects start a sumptuous dinner.

The little insect first started eating Yan Yun's lips, then started eating his tongue, followed by swallowing, throat, all the way down, heart, lung, spleen, small intestine, and large intestine, and finally swallowing the flesh and blood.

After feeling that the flesh and blood on his body were completely eaten, Yan Yun broke free from the torture, but he had not relaxed yet. A gust of breeze blew, and Yan Yun's flesh and blood on his body grew rapidly and recovered in an instant.

The stench came again, the little bug appeared again, Yan Yun experienced the pain just now again...

I don’t know how long it took, Yan Yun walked out of the pit of Shishan Mountain, disappeared, and returned to this blue-gray and ink-colored world.

When the breeze rose again, Yan Yun felt that the scenery in front of him changed, and he was actually in a forest. The leaves of these trees were like two-edged swords, with cold light on their faces, which looked extremely sharp at first glance.

Suddenly, Yan Yun felt very thirsty, and the moment Yan Yun felt thirsty, clear water-like juice appeared on the leaves on the trees.

After swallowing and spitting, Yan Yun's body could no longer walk into the forest. The next moment, the clear water on the leaves turned into a blade, cutting Yan Yun's body at will. The cutting speed was very slow, very slow, but

The pain is getting richer every time.

Time passed, and when the last piece of Yan Yun's body was cut off, the blade stopped. With the breeze, Yan Yun recovered his body again, and was cut again, feeling the piercing pain.

Suddenly, the forest disappeared. The ground suddenly changed and an iron jar appeared. Before Yan Yun could figure out what it was, he suddenly felt that he had reduced the size of beans and was put into it. The iron jar was pitch black.

Yan Yun could not move inside, and then the temperature inside the jar rose sharply and the heat suddenly increased. Yan Yun was pressed by huge force at the bottom of the jar.

The skin, flesh and hair were fryed and turned into ashes. Yan Yun wanted to scream, but he could not make any sound, so he could only endure...

Suddenly, everything disappeared again, and Yan Yun dragged his burnt body into the blue-gray world with ink.

"What is this?" Yan Yun murmured with a bitter smile on his lips. Before the words fell, a huge wood came out of the void and in a flash it was pressed on Yan Yun's body.

After a few times, a rope suddenly wrapped around Yan Yun's neck. When the rope was lifted hard, Yan Yun was hanging from the ground, feeling suffocating. His tongue couldn't help but want to spit out, and his eyes slowly turned white.

past.

Just above Yan Yun's head was blank, the rope broke and an unknown fire. Yan Yun's hair was ignited and his body was completely ignited. After finally surviving the fire, a thick smoke suddenly emerged from the ground and poured into the seven holes.

Stop when the seven orifices are blackened and bleed and bleed.

Feeling the fatigue and weakness of his body, Yan Yun almost had the idea of ​​falling down and not getting up, but the ground suddenly changed again, and his feet became a road, and his feet were uncontrollably walking towards the road, his feet were so tired.

Before rest, the pain in both knees cannot be buffered, and the swelling of the legs has to continue!

When Yan Yun was numb, countless black thorns on the ground appeared with a rumbling sound, piercing into the skin, piercing into the flesh, piercing into the ears, piercing into the eyes, piercing into the brain, and piercing into the heart...

After the appearance of the black thorn, Yan Yun was still suffering, all kinds of torture, various torture, various distress, various...

Time flies, like a hundred years and a thousand years, like a hundred years and a hundred million years. The blue-gray world with ink appears in front of Yan Yun.

"Is it finally over?" A sentence that went through vicissitudes and an extremely hoarse voice came from Yan Yun's mouth.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's name came from the void, and a light flashed. An old monk appeared beside Yan Yun and said, "When you live in hell, there are sixteen places, one shit mud, two sword wheels. Three

The name is ripe for the urn. Four are bitter. Five are damn. Six are disliked. Seven are extremely bitter. Eight are sick. Nine are two iron. Ten are evil sticks. Eleven are black axe. Twelve are

For the different and different turns, thirteen are suffering, fourteen are bodhisattva, fifteen are ponds, and sixteen are suffering in the air."

After saying that, the old monk smiled slightly and asked Yan Yun, "Little monk, have you realized it?"

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Chapter completed!