There are immortals and gods in the six heavens, and there are demons in the nine realms of demons. After death, the ghosts go to the underworld, where they are sentenced to sins during their lifetime and control the six paths of reincarnation. This is:
Hell.
Hell, hell, restless and old, whoever takes one step with the sword of the traveler in the world has come to hell from the human world.
As soon as you enter, you can only see: dull darkness and turbid gloom, weaving a scene of gloomy tones.
There is no light in the sky and no life on the earth. This is the place where all things end.
At the moment of entering hell, the appearance of Swordsman suddenly changed, he shed the disguise of the three religions, returned to his original origin, and transformed into the original appearance of Tianshan Mountain.
Exactly:
If you don’t recite the Buddha’s name, you won’t see the monks, and if you don’t understand the mysteries and understand the Taoist body.
Looking back, I didn’t follow the Confucianism’s will, but now I’m off the mountain from the beginning.
Seeing Xiuxiu Lao again, he flicked the remaining Lianxinzhu, and the seven mouths merged into one, turning into the Shenqin Tianjue, flying into the sky and disappearing without a trace.
Immediately, seeing that the ghost and god Shang Qiyin had not yet entered, Xiu Xiulao knew what he meant, nodded in relief, and with a wave of his hand, the hell passage was closed.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a faint light descending from the distant sky, covering Xiu Xiulao and Yueguan Mountain, leading the two of them to leave.
Just a moment later, we were already in a large hall.
Looking around, the main hall is vast and vast, filled with dense air, showing simplicity, heaviness and majesty.
A waiter was waiting, and he stepped forward and said, "In compliance with the will of Lord Yama, I have been waiting for you two distinguished guests for a long time. Please take your seats."
The two of them sat down, and the waiter poured out a cup and said: "Hell lacks resources, so there is no hospitality. Only the water from the Yin Mountains has the effect of stabilizing the soul. It can be aged into wine to comfort the mouth."
Yue Guan Shan paid his respects and said, "Thank you very much."
He raised his glass and drank carefully. The wine had a mellow aroma and endless aftertaste. Its yin energy penetrated the soul, making it fresh and cool, strengthening the soul. The fruit had miraculous effects.
At this time, a sudden ray of light swept across the area, shaking the soul of Yueguan Mountain. He looked over and saw thousands of rays of light gathering above, forming a huge body of more than ten meters, sitting majestically.
I can't see clearly my appearance, I can't see clearly my appearance, everything is completely unknown.
Exactly: Yan Jun.
Yan Jun made a move with his hand, and the book of death appeared in the air. It opened with a clatter, and on the middle page, there were words: Yueguan Mountain, lived fifteen years, died in Tianshan Mountain.
Immediately, another picture emerged: a thin figure climbed Tianshan Mountain, unfortunately missed, fell into the snow, and died with his eyes open.
The picture stops here and freezes.
Yan Jundao: "Yueguan Mountain, what do you think?"
Shocked by the news of the death, Yue Guanshan looked at the death book and the frozen scene of death. His heart was in a state of confusion. There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he kept mumbling to himself: I am dead, I am dead, I am dead...
…
Unexpectedly, he fell into the harassment of inner demons, which was a sign of losing his mind and soul.
Just when he was denying himself and was about to enter death, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, breaking away the demons in his heart and returning his soul to its proper place.
But it was Xiu Xiulao who came to the rescue. He said: "God has given you a destiny. You should accept your destiny and shoulder your responsibilities so that your life will not be in vain."
"God-given destiny, God-given destiny..."
Yueguan Mountain suddenly wakes up, and looks at the book of death again. The frozen picture flows again: the strong wind roars, and the snow lotus from Tianshan Mountain is rolled down. When the snow lotus is taken, life suddenly appears...
He wanted to look again, but the picture slowly faded until it became empty.
Suddenly, a will-o'-the-wisp descended from the sky and burned this dead page until it was completely destroyed.
Yan Jun said: "Yueguan Mountain, you are the only one who has not left your name in the death register since the beginning of chaos and the creation of hell."
Xiu Xiu said: "The movement of heaven and earth has its own laws, so why should the Lord of Hell study it deeply? Moreover, since the founding of China, China has gone through many calamities and suffered many misfortunes. In the future, calamities will also be severe, and all living beings will be in ruins. With this exception, is it not the case?
It is the good fortune of the common people that heaven and earth save themselves."
Yan Jun was silent for a long time, and then said: "The affairs of the human world are in the human world, I don't care about it. Yueguan Mountain, I first heard your name, it was in Wujian."
Yan Jun waved his hand in the air, and a scene floated above the hall.
Gloomy, silent and traceless. The low sky and unpredictable earth are full of oppressive boredom.
Blood red is the only color.
Exactly: Eighteen hells, the worst is endless.
Who is it? The feet are heavy and the road is difficult to walk on.
Looking at the road ahead, there is no limit, no boundaries, three miles of fire and three miles of ice, three miles of knife mountains and three miles of thorns.
The road behind you has no head, no beginning, no origin, every step is marked by blood, every step is marked by intention.
Someone said: "Yueguan Mountain, the weight of infinity is too heavy for you to bear. Only by giving up can you gain relief."
Who is it? Walking alone. The clothes are in rags, and the spirit is sleepy and tired. The pain of the body and the injury of the soul do not change the firm eyes.
"Although my shoulders are narrow, I can fulfill my responsibilities. To give up is to be ashamed of the entrustment of our predecessors and the meaning of life."
There is a quagmire under your feet, and you step down and fall, and the traveler can't stand up for a long time.
"Stop and look far away, and you will see a different kind of scenery."
People in the quagmire slowly stand up, take a moment to relax, and move forward. "Staying and taking a break is to start again, and the scenery on the road ahead will be more beautiful."
"Have you ever regretted that you suffered this crime for Sword Arhat Fuyu?"
In front, the Sword Arhat cried bitterly and begged: "That's enough, that's enough. I, the Buddha, are merciful. It's up to me to take the next step."
The traveler crosses the Sword Arhat and continues to move forward without hearing or hearing.
"It is the meaning of my life to inherit from my predecessors and initiate the future. As for you, Sword Arhat, reincarnation is not the end, but eternity is your destiny. Until you come back again, I will keep walking on this journey without any regrets or complaints.
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Sword Arhat stood up, looked at the back of the man who was walking forward, smiled slightly, and turned into a little light, illuminating the whole Wujian. He said in a voice: "Yueguan Mountain, your will is admirable. Now, I will give it to you."
The name "Infinite Walker" means transcending reincarnation, not in the three realms and five elements, nor in the six heavens and nine earths."
The Infernal Walker bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Yan."
As soon as the words fell, a dim light descended, leading the Infernal Walker away to the main hall.
The Infernal Walker pays homage to Lord Yama and to the old man, and with a knowing smile, it turns into spiritual light and sinks into the spiritual consciousness of Yueguan Mountain.
The Infernal Walker has returned to his position, Yue Guan Shan's soul has greatly increased, and his strength has reached a new level. There are many more powers, waiting for Yue Guan Shan to realize them one by one.
Yan Jun said again: "Next, Fuxi, you and I will have two games, the outcome will be determined."
The death book suddenly opened, and there was another page, and there was a word: A pillow for the world, and a life span of eight years, died in the Zhe Mountain. After eating Shen Nonggen, Fuxi changed his fate against the sky, and left the mountain to defy the clock...
…It coincides with a thousand years of calamity, three disasters for heaven, earth and man…death!
One word of death determines the fate of Wan Nian Cang.
Xiuxiu said with a smile: "There are unexpected events in death, so you and I can just watch."
Yan Jun did not refute, but the fate of death is determined by heaven. However, besides heaven's destiny, there is also heaven's salvation. The young man Wan Nian Cang on Yue Guan Mountain is an example.
"In the second round, before the end is over, one arm will be lost first."
In the sky above the main hall, the scene changed again: three masters of the ghost way ambushed, instantly killing the divine bird Adoni, with a single blow that killed the vitality, and floated away.
Xiaoxiao Murong cried bitterly, hugged Adoni tightly, and wailed in a long voice: "Ayu..."
Jin Pan'an cried: "Adoni, why did you die like this? Good people don't live long, and good birds don't live long either."
At the critical moment, Tianshi Kui reluctantly cast a spell, and saw that he was stepping on the yin and yang, and a talisman gathered the soul. He hurriedly said: "The soul is still there, there is still hope, hurry up, hurry up and find Shang Qiyin."
The screen ends here.
A series of plans are connected, and Adoni's death is obvious. Shang Qiyin only has three chances to take action. Should he save him or not?
The disadvantages of this game are so obvious that it is difficult to recover.
In the main hall.
Elder Xiuxiu sighed and said: "Every gain will be followed by a loss, and every plan will be broken. Congratulations to Lord Yan, who will be the first to step into the world from the beginning of heaven and earth."
Yue Guan Shan listened quietly to the words of the two bosses, frowning attentively: Lord Yan steps into the human world?
He then heard Yan Jundao: "How about we start a third round in the future?"
"Well... please Yan Jun elaborate."
Yan Jun waved his sleeves, and in the sky above the main hall, the picture reappeared:
In Rakshasa Bay, there is a country called Rakshasa. In the country, the name of Princess Rakshasa is spread.
In a lake, the Rakshasa princess danced, her red dress fluttering, her belt flying, her graceful figure was extraordinary, and the Rakshasa ghost dance was natural, arousing the joy of the Rakshasa people.
At this moment, there was a beautiful piano sound, accompanied by dancing, and together they composed a beautiful piece of music.
After the dance ended, Princess Rakshasa invited me. She said, "Sir, your piano skills are superb. You have never seen or heard of him, and you don't know where he comes from?"
Yang Shanshui said: "I recently died recently, and it is my first time to come to the Rakshasa country."
"Oh? Is the world really beautiful? There are many people and ghosts yearning for it. Sir, can you elaborate?"
"What's wrong?"
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"Huh? Master has not been reincarnated? Why?"
Is Yue Guan Shan looking towards the superior Lord Yama just for the sake of gambling?
Xiuxiu meditated, drank a glass of wine, and said: "It doesn't matter, Lord Yan has made his move so far, how can I not accept it?"
The two bosses looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant. Yue Guanshan felt so depressed that he could only drink in a low voice: Master, you admire the mountains and rivers. You have just come out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again. I have to keep a low profile, otherwise I will not be able to protect myself like Master.
, I can’t help myself.
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Let’s talk about Yama, the dead ghost of Qin, and ghost disasters in Laoshan, which caused the imbalance of heaven and earth and the disorder of Yin and Yang.
The ghost and god of Mang Mountain, Shang Qiyin, was about to enter hell. He thought carefully, stopped his steps, turned into light and galloped away.
The sound shook the heaven and the earth and roared, reaching directly to Mount Laoshan: