The Lord King repeatedly chanted "Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique", and the whole person fell into a kind of madness, "How dare you, how dare you, is there no true Ksitigarbha technique of yours? How dare you? How dare you?
Dare—"
Several monks clasped their hands together and did not respond.
"If you don't say anything, you know you are wrong!"
The sage was immediately overjoyed, with a ferocious look on his face, "As a teacher, I will punish you to face the wall and think about your faults! To understand the methods of other sects without permission is to betray the teacher!"
boom!
A stone wall rose from the ground. Several monks closed their eyes and sat cross-legged without saying a word. Then, they actually started to face the wall and think about their mistakes.
On the second day, several monks were hungry and frowning. One monk smelled the aroma of rice, but found that it was not the aroma of rice in the local paradise.
But on Huangquan Road in Hell, there was an old woman making rice dumplings with her own hands.
The reed leaves were clean and boiled. After wrapping the rice dumplings, the old woman threw the rice dumplings into the Yellow Spring. As she threw them, she said: "My son, my mother made rice dumplings for you. You are in the water."
, but don’t be cannibalistic.”
The underworld water gurgled, and a golden-armored crocodile's tail splashed water for dozens of miles. In the depths of hell, a huge crocodile covered in wounds spat out human words: "My mother, you always want to commute my sentence~
~”
The old woman didn't talk nonsense to the crocodile and just continued to wrap the rice dumplings. If there were more rice dumplings, the crocodile would be full and naturally it would not be greedy for other people's corpses.
It's just that in this situation, how can the underworld have so much rations for the old woman to make rice dumplings? As the saying goes, "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice." When the incense ceases, naturally there will be a lot less food.
The old woman mixed in red beans for a while, mung beans for a while, and occasionally jujubes, candied dates, bacon, etc. The variety became more and more abundant.
The golden-armored crocodile originally liked to eat white rice dumplings, but the messy ones were not to his liking and he ate too much. Even in the depths of hell, the big crocodile asked, "Mom, how come there are so many different kinds of rice dumplings?"
I really like eating rice dumplings!"
"Silly boy, beans are more expensive this year."
"Hey! Grains will become more expensive one day!"
Hearing my mother say that beans are expensive, the big crocodile who was fighting fiercely in the depths of hell suddenly felt extremely proud. My mother was really kind to me. She always picked up the expensive ones and gave them to her.
Above the sky, outside Yama City, the battle between the two great powers has become increasingly fierce.
After the passage to the underworld is closed, it will become more and more difficult to get some food.
The old woman was a little anxious. When she saw a little black dog running over to rest, she asked: "Puppy, puppy, do you still have food at home?"
The dog was so tired that he stuck out his tongue and drooped his head. Seeing that the old woman looked familiar, he said: "Old lady, the war is in chaos, and the landlord's family has no food left."
"What can we do if we don't have food?"
“If you don’t have food, just plant it.”
After Gouzi said that, his body was full of wind and thunder, and he rushed towards a hell gap, barking wildly.
After the dog walked away, the old woman's eyes lit up and she said, "That's right. If you don't have food, you might as well grow it yourself."
She thought about how she lived by the river and lived to be a hundred years old, living by herself. No matter how bad the underworld was, there would always be a chance for hundreds of billions of dead souls to be there.
So she found a handful of millet, found a place, and lit a few grains.
Unfortunately, there is no life in the underworld, and the land is extremely desolate. Even if there are lush green areas, they are mostly related to magical powers and magic weapons, and are not really full of vitality.
However, the old woman didn't take it seriously and thought that as long as there are living creatures in the underworld, she can feed things.
After thinking about it, isn't the biggest living creature the "Red Man Juren" who was beaten outside Yama City into darkness?
At this time, Wei Hao had been killing millions of ghosts for a day and a night. He had beaten millions of ghosts to death. Those who were unlucky enough had turned into ghosts. As long as the crows were heard, they would be taken away.
In this scene, dense white crows can be seen everywhere, staring at the battlefield, always ready to snatch away the dead ghosts.
There are even some white crows that make no cries at all. Whether they open their mouths to call or flap their wings, they make no sound at all.
But if there are ghosts in the battlefield who die and turn into "Xi", they will rush out and take them away quickly.
Under the heavy reward of "Zhu Yan", countless big ghosts want to fight for a promising future and become a prince after the "change of dynasties" in the underworld!
Unfortunately, after fighting Wei Hao for a whole day and night, not only the number of soldiers was lost, but Wei Xiang didn't even show any signs of sweating.
Wei Hao, who became more and more courageous as he fought, even broke through eight large formations in a row, day and night, and became more and more courageous as he fought.
Dong dong dong dong dong dong…
Intense drumming sounded again. This time, King Yama set up the "Eighteen Hell Formation", with the eighteen hells as the eyes of the formation. Entering this formation, fighting one general is like fighting eighteen generals. At the same time, because of the formation method,
In the underworld, Yin Qi and Death Qi are continuously input, making the formation extremely powerful.
On the afternoon of the second day of the battle, the sky changed again, and Wei Hao discovered that in this "Eighteen Hell Formation", "formation spirits" were born from the eighteen formation eyes.
In other words, the current temporary formation is like a magic weapon, and it is also a magic weapon for birthing weapon spirits.
"Ah……"
Wei Hao has been fighting until now, but he is not not tired. Even if he is not tired, people always have to sleep, but he has been awake for a long time.
Perhaps only four or five days had passed in the world of the underworld, but in the underworld, his days really seemed like years.
Fortunately, Emperor Fengdu's eyelids have almost infinite "martyr arrogance", which can also support his terrifying fighting style.
"It's a pity that I can't use more of the 'martyr's arrogance' of the big cloak."
The volume is large and the utilization rate is not high.
Wei Hao guessed that it might have something to do with his level of strength.
Perhaps, after the Spring Festival passes, there should be progress.
Just as they were taking a breather, another hundred thousand troops came to kill them. This group were all drowned ghosts, rolling up the underworld, leaping in it like sea monsters, cheering.
"Wei Juren, Wei Juren..."
When Wei Hao was about to continue fighting, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance.
"Um?"
Wei Hao listened carefully and fought with the drowned ghost first, just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and killing them first.
"Wei Juren, Wei Juren..."
Soon, after Wei Hao hacked to death several ten-foot-long water ghost kings, he followed the sound and finally found an old woman.
When Wei Hao saw it, he was stunned: "Why is the old lady here?!"
However, when he discovered that the two sides were thousands of miles apart, Wei Hao felt relieved again and asked again: "Why did the old lady call Wei?!"
Another knife cut off the heads of hundreds of water ghosts, and a whip suddenly lashed out. Ninety percent of the souls were scattered on the spot, and their souls were reunited elsewhere in the underworld.
The remaining 10% had much worse luck and actually died and turned into a disease.
Immediately after the crows came one after another, streams of white light appeared, snatching him away from the battlefield.
No matter how much the crows cried, it was useless. They could not resist the white crows at all.
"Wei Juren, the old woman wants to grow some food, but the land in the underworld is too thin and thin, and it needs Yang Qi to reconcile it. I wonder if Wei Juren can help me?"
"So that's it. Old lady, it's a trivial matter!"
Having said that, Wei Hao burst out with an astonishing "martyr's arrogance" and condensed a ball of blue flames. Wei Hao threw it away and turned around to continue fighting. At the same time, Wei Hao said again, "This is the 'martyr's arrogance', which can defeat ghosts and demons."
, Old lady, please use it carefully."
"Why!"
The old woman was overjoyed when she saw this, nodded repeatedly, and then opened up a few acres of land at the entrance to hell. The ground here was like rocks, and the rocks were like burning coals. It didn't look like a place for farming.
But the old woman was very thoughtful. She took the washboard hammer that she had used in the past for washing and washing, and pounded the several acres of land until it was broken into pieces.
The rocks turned into stones, the stones turned into pebbles, the pebbles turned into sand, and the sand turned into stone soil...
Then Wei Hao gave them a ball of "martyr arrogance", which burned the rocky soil, poured it with yellow spring water, and finally turned it into soil.
This scene shocked Wei Hao, who had killed seven people in and out of the "Eighteen Hell Formation". This old lady really had some ideas about growing food in the underworld.
"Old lady, what are you going to do?"
A little swallow in the sky found it interesting, dropped its clouds, and asked in the field.
"My big boy has a huge appetite. I have to grow some food to feed him."
I saw the old woman slowly sowing seeds in the newly cleared field. She was walking backwards when sowing seeds in the field, but when she scattered a handful of seeds, a green seedling appeared in the field.
Ever since, an extremely magical scene occurred.
Every time the old woman takes a step back, there will be one foot more green shoots in the ground.
Step by step, step by step, and so on, the entrance to hell was filled with unprecedented greenery.
Many starving ghosts saw this scene and were immediately ecstatic. They rushed to the mouth of hell one after another, roaring and roaring one after another, as if they were going crazy as if they had lost control. They no longer cared about the jailers, and the ghost soldiers were armed with axes and axes.
As for the black bird and the fierceness of the black dog, naturally they don't take it seriously.
Fortunately, the golden-armored crocodile was huge, and even though its skin and flesh were torn apart, it still blocked many evil spirits back.
However, this crazy scene still made the big crocodile very curious: "My mother, why are these evil ghosts so stunned that they rush out without caring about anything? They are all shouting that they have something to eat. My mother, you
What have you prepared for me? These evil spirits are all greedy."
"My son, your belly is too big. I am clearing land for my mother so that I can give you a good meal."
"Hey Hey Hey……"
The big crocodile was covered in blood, but it giggled happily.
The little swallow in the field was suddenly startled: "The golden-armored crocodile king?!"
However, across the entrance to hell, the Golden-armored Crocodile King cannot hear Yan Xuanxin's words. It can talk to the old woman simply because the old woman is its foster mother.
The Golden-armored Crocodile King was able to change his ways and serve his sentence in hell honestly, regardless of the length of his sentence, precisely because of such a kind act as "feeding the floating mother".
Now that the Golden-armored Crocodile King can still help Wei Hao regardless of whether he will be sentenced to an additional sentence, it is quite commendable.
Prisoners in the Sealed Hell will be punished all the time.
Even if the golden-armored crocodile king blocks the entrance to hell, he will still be "cut to pieces with a thousand cuts".
"Mom, how much land have you planted?"
"No more, no less, four hundred acres of land."
"What kind of work are you doing?"
"You silly boy, you have four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, one hundred acres of rations per season. With your appetite, you always want it, right?"
"Hey Hey Hey……"
There was another burst of silly laughter, and Yan Xuanxin, who was resting in the field, suddenly discovered that the rice was growing very fast. After a while, it was two feet tall.
By the next day, the rice grains actually began to ear.
When the rice flowers are fragrant, countless birds, beasts and dead spirits all gather here.
The sparrows were chirping, the mice were rustling, and none of them stopped.
It's a pity that you can't see or touch it, because the "martyr's arrogance" is mixed in. The blue fireworks really scare and scare the ghosts.
Seeing that there were many sparrows, the old woman smiled and said: "I can't give you this crop of food. My big boy is worth your hundred and eighty thousand. When he is full, he will withhold the seeds." , it’s okay to give the rest to you.”
Chirp chirp chirp chirp...
Chirp chirp chirp chirp…
Thousands of birds suddenly cheered. Is there such a beautiful thing?
That's great!
"But, the old woman relies on the 'martyr arrogance' given by Wei Juren to all these four hundred acres of land. I don't know how many times it can be used."
Chirp, chirp, chirp!
The sparrows suddenly became anxious and flew up in overwhelming numbers. They called for friends and countless small sparrows, and they all poured into the "Eighteen Hell Formation".
At this moment, Wei Hao was already fighting with the formation spirits of the "Eighteen Hell Formation".
The eighteen formation spirits each have their own magical powers, and their strength is quite astonishing. The most important thing is that even if they are killed, as long as the formation remains unchanged, they can still be re-condensed.
Just when Wei Hao was about to use the "God-given Flowing Light Soul Suppressing Seal", he heard a fluttering sound, and the darkness was like the change of the situation when heavy rain poured down. Before he could see clearly, hundreds of thousands of sparrows directly hit the " Eighteen Hell Arrays".
There is no skill, it's just a collision of souls. One or two of them can't see anything. Hundreds of thousands of them suddenly attack, and the "Eighteen Hell Formation" actually lags slightly.
This sudden surprise did not cause any substantial damage to the formation itself, but just because it was caught off guard, the ghost lieutenant general who presided over the formation was a little confused.
Wei Hao seized on this flaw and hacked to death a formation spirit, then immediately replaced it with the Xi Jiao Hu, and pierced a hell formation eye with one blow.
The "Eighteen Hell Formation", with its eighteen formation eyes, seems to be extremely solid, but in fact it is like a chain of iron ropes. If one formation eye is destroyed, it will be extremely difficult to maintain the balance of the remaining seventeen.
Sure enough, the death energy and yin energy overflowed uncontrollably, and in just a moment, Wei Hao defeated the ghostly soldiers and horses in formation.
A hearty victory, and when he was about to laugh out loud, he heard someone laughing earlier than him.
"Oh, my son, our family is going to have a great harvest this time..."
"Mom, is this true?"
"Realer than real gold."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Wei Hao could hear the happy laughter of the Golden-Armored Crocodile King clearly and truly, but in a paradise in the desert of the distant Ksitigarbha Kingdom, the monk who was facing the wall and thinking about his past was still hungry.
But they saw the behavior of the old woman in the underworld throughout the whole process, and they couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "How good, how good..."
"Where there's a will, there's a way."
"Junior brothers and sisters, why don't we follow Piao Mu's example and open up wasteland for farming?"
"good."
"Great good."
As a result, these hungry monks in paradise used their hands as plows and began to clear up wasteland and shed their sweat.
But in the paradise, the King cursed them crazily for their wishful thinking...