Chapter 213 Fahai’s Method

But both the King of Hell and Lu Punishment said they were powerless, so Daoran could only admit it. It was impossible for the King of Hell and Lu Punishment to join forces to cheat him as a Buddhist disciple. They had no reason to deliberately target him. They could only say that they could drink and peck him. Could it be that they had decided before?

Because he was pulled into the Kingdom of God of Dazizai, Daoran found a way to turn Dazizai into his master, so that he could not lose his soul. As a result, Dazizai's disciples had fair and just constitutions and were not allowed to change their fate. As a result, the one who deserved to die was still dead and was only suspended for one year.

Lu Prayer said that doing good deeds can prolong life, but Daoran felt that this statement was mostly comforting.

I have done many good things myself. It can be said that in most cases, I have no selfish intentions in doing good deeds, but how much life will I add after so long?

With the remaining year, unless there is a Buddha who is Wutian to destroy the world and then Daoran turns the tide, he will not be able to increase his lost lifespan.

But even if the Buddha Wutian really came, it is likely that his third master Dazizai Tian was pretending to be.

"I can't live this life." Daoran sighed in his heart, and then asked about the recruitment standards for civil servants in the underworld. The result was also disappointing. The most basic condition for being a ghost is to hook the name on the life and death book, and always bind it to the underworld, and not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

However, Daoran’s life and death book cannot be changed, which means that he cannot even rely on his identity as a ghost messenger to avoid reincarnation.

The only thing that can be considered comforting is that the big-headed ghost whispered to him: "It's okay, I'm ripe with Mengpo, add some water to Mengpo soup, you will be Su Hui in the next life, and it's not difficult to start the path of cultivation again."

If this is true, Daoran would not be unacceptable.

If he is reincarnated, Fahai will never pick him up again.

Seeing that Daoran did not object, King of Hell and Prison Lu were relieved. This Master Daoran was indeed compassionate and was so easy to talk to. You should know that this great good man who saved the world, not only did he not get good rewards, but his entire life was also deducted. Such a tragic thing would not be accepted by anyone.

Moreover, Daoran is not a casual cultivator without status. If he really makes trouble, the underworld will have to worry about the attitude of Buddhism. There will definitely be a lot of trouble at that time.

As a result, Daoran didn't complain at all. This demeanor made both the King of Hell and Lu Pian admire him. He is worthy of being a Buddhist monk, and this person will definitely become a Buddha in the future.

Daoran was not without resentment, but he was a clear person.

King of Hell and Prison Lu are already the leaders of the highest level of the underworld and the direct stewards of the Book of Life and Death. They have tried their best to make up for it and are very polite. Daoran himself knew the consequences of killing the emperor. He chose the way himself. No matter what the result is, Daoran would not take his anger on others.

Relying on being a victim, what can the result of a big quarrel? Will the saint personally take action to help him change his life and death book?

Instead of being right and unforgiving, it is better to sell personal favors to the underworld. After all, people are not only in this life, and there will always be times when they deal with each other again in the future.

Daoran's open-mindedness is very touching. Both King of Hell and Prison Lu felt that they needed to do something and let Daoran know their attitude.

The big-headed ghost is worthy of being a ghost spirit. As soon as he saw the expressions of these two bosses, he guessed their thoughts and quickly spoke: "Master Daoran, don't you know how you learned the Hell Sutra Transformation Picture of Brother Ma San?"

Daoran didn't know why the big-headed ghost suddenly asked about this, and said, "I've already started, Ma San has a good talent and is very fast in his practice."

When Lu Punishment heard this, he immediately reacted and asked, "Who is this Ma San? Those who can practice the Hell Sutra Transformation Picture should not be a living person."

Daoran told Ma San's identity, and even the special identity of his Three-eyed Clan was revealed.

Prison Lu was also amazed when he heard about Ma San's experience.

"The prehistoric alien race is very rare, let alone the three-eyed tribe who has long been extinct. I think this Ma San brother is destined to be with the underworld. Why would he have a job as a ghost servant in the underworld in advance? What do the emperor think?" Lu asked the King of Hell and said.

The King of Hell touched his long beard and nodded, "The underworld has really been too busy recently, so it is a good thing for multiple talents. I just don't know if Master Daoran is willing to give up. Please rest assured that this little brother will definitely not be neglected when he arrives in the underworld."

Daoran understood that this was the underworld who wanted to give him a gift. But living people couldn't use the treasures of the underworld, so they gave it to Ma San for a slight saving of the country.

The underworld is not a good place, but becoming a ghost messenger is the best destination for wandering ghosts. After Daoran returned to his yang, the most important thing is not to accumulate merit, but to settle everyone around him.

If Ma San can become a ghost trooper, it would be a matter of thought.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan, thank you, Lu. This is a great fortune for Ma San. It's just that Ma San and I are just friends. I can't make a decision for him. I will definitely tell him clearly after I return to my good health. If he wants, I will ask some people to take care of him." Daoran said politely.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, and it will definitely not disappoint the mage." The King of Hell said happily.

Although the result was not very good, the chat atmosphere was quite pleasant. The King of Hell and Prison Lu quickly completed the procedures for returning the sun for Daoran, and asked the big-headed ghost to take Daoran to return the sun.

"Whether it is still Yang or reincarnation, they have to go through the eighteen levels of hell. This is deterrence and redemption. Perhaps they can take a look at the tragic situation of all the tortured people before they are reincarnated and can be a good person in the next life." said the big-headed ghost.

"Don't you want to drink Mengpo soup when you reincarnate? You don't remember anything, and it's useless to read it." Daoran said.

"Although the mystery in the fetus is powerful and it is difficult for the Golden Immortal to eliminate it, Mengpo Tang only blocks the memory, rather than completely remove it. When he is enlightened, these memories will emerge like a tide. Master, did you not remember some of the memories of your previous life when you became a practitioner?" asked the big-headed ghost.

Daoran is a little difficult to answer this question. He was born with memories. Unless he still has his previous life, there would be no old memories from his previous life.

Fortunately, the big-headed ghost did not continue to ask, but took Daoran to hell, like a competent tour guide, introducing him to the oil pot hell in front of him.

"The first layer of oil pot hell is the most comfortable for the tortured person, but the most tiring participant of the ghost. People with less sins will be finished here. The shortest half hour is less than half an hour. The rules of hell are strict, so we have to pinch the time to catch people. If the timeout is too much, the ghost will jump in and be punished."

Daoran looked along the finger of the big-headed ghost. In front of him was a dense pot of ten feet wide, with oil smoke rolling, many ghosts rising and falling, and all kinds of harsh screams were endless. Occasionally, a ferocious ghost wanted to struggle and get up from the oil pan, and he would be smashed by a stick by a more ferocious ghost next to him.

There are also many evil spirits who have been tortured and are caught. They are obviously soul-smelling, but they are fried to the outside and tender inside, or their bones and flesh are charred. Every step they take will cause skin and oil to fall off together, which makes your scalp numb.

As we go down, there are also ice hell, hot wind hell, sword mountain hell, etc. There are all kinds of tortures, and many scenes are quite challenging to endure limits. Even if Daoran is still a soul body, he still feels disgusting and wanting to vomit.

Today's experience is really exciting. No wonder Emperor Taizong of Tang immediately recruited people to seek scriptures after he returned. This visual impact was quite strong.

Interestingly, Daoran met many acquaintances in it, such as Xiahou, who was tortured in the Knife Mountain Hell.

This man rebelled in front of the big-headed ghost last time and was slapped back. Now most of his flesh and blood have been removed from his body. The originally sharp blade has become dull, cutting back and forth the only fascia of Xiahou, making a sound similar to playing the erhu.

This sound just makes you feel uncomfortable.

Daoran failed to recognize this enemy who was no longer human-like, but Xiahou recognized him. When he saw Daoran passing by, he roared angrily: "Bald donkey, why are you here?!"

Torture in hell is only painful, and in order to maintain the effect of punishment for a long time, the evil spirits hanging in hell will not only not be weak, but will be very energetic, so that they can experience every pain carefully.

Therefore, Xiahou's voice was very loud, and Daoran also recognized him with his voice.

"Is it Xiahou, Lord Qianhu?" Daoran asked.

Xiahou roared, "I didn't expect you to recognize me, you bald donkey, I want to eat your meat and drink your blood!" After cursing for a few words, Xiahou seemed to remember something, and suddenly laughed and said, "You have today too? Are you not a practitioner? Why did you go to the underworld so quickly? Aren't you immortal? You will die one day!"

"Amitabha, all gods and Buddhas in heaven will die one day. Whether it is mortals or practitioners, what's the strange thing about death?" Daoran Yun said lightly.

"What are you pretending? If you don't seek immortality, why do you have to practice?!" Xiahou said gritting his teeth. The torture he suffered these days not only did not make him feel regretful, but instead made him feel even more resentful.

"Of course I want to live forever, but I can't get it, so I have to learn to let go."

Perhaps Daoran said too easily, Xiahou said angrily: "You are a practitioner. You have at least touched the threshold of immortality. You have the opportunity to work towards immortality. As for me, I just want immortality. I would rather give up everything for immortality, but in the end it was this result. The way of heaven is unfair, the way of heaven is unfair!"

After hearing this, Daoran smiled and said, "Are you asking for immortality? If you just want to be immortal, you will not die in this hell for hundreds of years, so isn't it also immortality."

Xiahou's roar paused for a moment, then stared at Daoran with his eyes that had disappeared. The flesh and blood skeleton looked quite scary.

But Daoran didn't care at all, and all fears were lack of firepower. In the past, he was afraid of ghosts and zombies because he couldn't beat them. Now he could kill more than a dozen evil ghosts with one punch. Xiahou's face would only make him disgusted and he wouldn't be afraid at all.

Daoran continued to say to Xiahou: "In fact, what you are seeking is power and status, freedom, strength as you wish, and immortality is just a part of it. It is not that you want too little, but that you deceive yourself into thinking that you want too little. Lord Qianhu, serve your sentences and transform well, and you still have a chance to live in the future."

Xiahou's eyes were almost glaring out, and a few words popped out from his teeth: "I will wait for the day you go to hell. I want to see if you are so relaxed when you see it!"

Daoran shook his head and did not continue talking.

Xiahou was not killed by him, but this man put all his resentment on himself, which was obviously venting his anger, just finding a vent for his tragic end.

The reason for this kind of person doesn't make sense, so let him continue to hate him, anyway, it's not the strength of the flower.

After passing the Knife Mountain Hell, Daoran saw the monks of Lanruo Temple in the next level of the poisonous snake hell. However, they did not have the firm will of Xiahou. Under the torture of hell, they made them completely crazy. They didn't care whether there were anyone next to them, and could only keep screaming.

Walk down all the way until the eighteenth level of Avici Hell.

Unlike the hell before, this last level of hell is extremely quiet, and Daoran cannot even see any evil spirits being tortured.

"Is the eighteenth level of hell empty?" Daoran asked.

"Yes, not right. There is no torture in the 18th level of hell, but nothing. Entering it, you will find that there is no color in this place, no difference between up, down, left and right. No matter how you shout, you cannot hear the sound, and no matter how you move, you cannot touch anything. Soon you will even blur the concept of yourself, and in the end your soul will dissipate in this hell." The big-headed ghost explained.

This doesn't sound like a cruel punishment, but after hearing these descriptions, Daoran's whole body was chilled. The first seventeenth floor is just painful, and the eighteenth floor may cause his soul to dissipate.

The soul is scattered and there is no chance of reincarnation. This may be the heaviest punishment in the world.

The big-headed ghost took Daoran to a bronze door emitting a faint light and said to Daoran: "When you pass through this door, your soul will automatically return to your body. Master Daoran, for the remaining year... I hope you live casually."

"Amitabha, thank you Brother Lu." Daoran said politely.

This trip to the underworld was not perfect, and I didn’t see the legendary Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but it was also an eye-opener. Daoran also had a rough idea for the next year.

The bronze door was pushed open, and a huge vortex was generated inside, sucking Daoran's soul into it and quickly disappeared.

Just as Daoran left the underworld, there was a black shadow suddenly in the fourth floor of the Knife Mountain Hell. There were countless evil ghosts in this hell who were tortured, one more or one less, and others could not notice it at all.

Besides, how could there be a fool who bumps into hell?

But the black shadow seemed to be unaffected by the concave sharp blades of the Knife Mountain Hell, sneaked all the way to Xiahou and whispered to him: "Do you want to leave this hell?"

Xiahou was still suffering from the torture of the fascia all over his body being tortured by a blunt knife to pull the erhu. Hearing this sentence, he quickly looked up and saw the thick darkness.

"Who are you?" Xiahou asked.

"A wandering ghost who was also harmed by Daoran's bald donkey. I ask you, do you want to take revenge?" the black shadow asked.

Xiahou said without hesitation: "Yes! I want him to live rather than die. I want him to kneel on the ground like a dog and beg me for mercy!"

"Very good, wait with peace of mind. At most half a month, there will be a chance. If you grasp it well, you will be able to escape from hell. After you escape from hell, go directly to the eighteenth level of Avici Hell, and I will wait for you there."

After saying this, the black shadow quickly disappeared.

Xiahou looked at the disappearing position of the shadow and gritted his teeth. As long as he was given a chance to get out of trouble, he would definitely stay with Daoran forever.

On the other side, Daoran woke up from the bed.

Unfortunately, what I saw when I opened my eyes was not Bai Suzhen, but an old monk with frown.

Daoran quickly got up, bowed and said, "Master, you are here."

This old monk was naturally Fahai. Shortly after Daoran came to the underworld, Fahai had arrived without Bai Suzhen's reminder.
To be continued...