Although there are many scenes of male and female unions in Acacia Hell, from a visual point of view, it is very terrifying.

The men in the painting are all sallow and thin, and look like dry wood.

As for the women, all of them were beautiful and coquettish, they were demanding without restraint. The hell was full of screams, some men were bleeding from their crotches, and some men's eyes were wide open in fear.

Qingshuang only glanced at it and felt ashamed.

But Jiang Ling looked at it carefully and didn't miss every detail from beginning to end.

Seeing that he was looking seriously, Qingshuang hesitated for a moment and asked him: "Jiang Lang, this painting is so strange. They are obviously... doing that kind of thing. Why do every man look so scary?"

Jiang Ling said: "If you have sex with a woman in moderation, you will have endless aftertaste and each will benefit. But if you have no restraint, even an iron man will not be able to withstand it. According to legend, this hell is to punish those who specialize in rape.

It’s a place for others. Although there are thousands of beauties in this picture, in the eyes of these men, they are more terrifying than any ghosts."

Qingshuang's face turned red: "Then...how can we be restrained?"

Jiang Ling smiled and took her hand: "Just like what we did last night, it's considered moderate."

After writing down the entire picture, the two of them headed to the temple wetland.

There used to be a well next to the wetland, which was mined in the open air. The water in the pond brought warmth in winter and coolness in summer.

Later, when the temple was demolished, the well was blocked by falling rocks, and the well water overflowed, gradually turning the surrounding area into a wetland.

Right in the middle of the wetland, two huge horns grew out of the soil.

Like Ganoderma lucidum, like deer antlers.

Qingshuang looked strange and said in surprise: "Jiang Lang, there really are two horns."

Jiang Ling nodded: "It's really strange."

Throw a stone over and hit the horn, but it hits as hard as gold and stone.

Looking at it with open eyes, I saw that the water spirit in the horn was condensed, and it had an innate aura of its own.

From this point of view, this should not be an evil thing.

"Wait for me next to you."

Jiangling asked Qingshuang to wait for him on the dry stairs,

He walked down the stairs alone and walked towards the pair of horns.

When you get close, reach out and touch it.

Qingshuang hurriedly shouted: "Jiang Lang, don't touch me lightly."

Everyone says that this horn is evil and anyone who touches it will get seriously ill.

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Ling was not afraid and had his hands on the horns when he replied.

As soon as I touched it, I felt extremely cold.

It's like holding a hundred-year-old ice, frozen into the bone marrow.

"It's so cold that ordinary people can't bear it. It's no wonder that most people will get seriously ill if exposed to it."

But for him, this extreme cold felt comfortable.

This feeling was like he and Nie Qian holding each other while practicing cultivation.

Suddenly, a sigh came from nowhere.

Ethereal and misty, as if something is there or not.

In a trance, a subtle word reached Jiang Ling's ears.

It seems that someone is asking for help.

Jiang Ling listened carefully, but there was no movement.

He had no choice but to grab two horns and pull them out with brute force.

Ordinary manpower cannot pull it out at all.

After using the spiritual power in the Yuanchi, he uprooted the two horns.

Once the horns are broken, they look like water chestnuts and water chestnuts, black on the outside and white on the inside.

There were some blood stains on the ground, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qingshuang looked at it in surprise, seeing that both horns could be pulled off, and couldn't help but ask: "Jiang Lang, what are these horns?"

Jiang Ling looked at the aura flowing on the horns: "I don't know either."

Although he had some guesses in his mind, he did not dare to make a conclusion easily.

I always feel that these horns, no matter how you look at them, look a bit like dragon horns.

At first, the red chain flower snake turned into a dragon and went eastward. After it became a dragon, it had similar horns growing out of its head.

At this moment, a short man of four feet suddenly passed by carrying a wooden bucket.

He was shocked and frightened when he saw Jiang Ling holding the pair of horns. He quickly put down the barrel and came over, babbling in his mouth and making gestures with his hands.

It turned out to be a mute!

When I couldn't speak, I kept making gestures.

The general meaning is that the horn is an ominous thing, and he wants Jiangling to throw it away and not hold it in his hand.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Ling wrapped it in cloth and put it away.

Seeing that he didn't listen to the kind words, the mute shook his head and gave up.

Then he went somewhere in the outer courtyard of the temple, opened a wooden board, and fetched water from inside.

It turns out that there is a pool down there, which contains a lot of water.

When the mute was fetching water, there were villagers in twos and threes in front of the temple, all carrying wooden buckets. It seemed that they were also here to fetch water.

What's more coincidental is that one of these people is the clerk of the inn where Jiang Ling lives.

He pushed a cart over with two rather large buckets on it.

When Jiang Ling saw him, he greeted him.

The waiter actually recognized him, because Jiang Ling was well-dressed and had two beautiful women with him, so it was hard not to make an impression on others.

"Hey, sir, why are you here?"

"I heard there's something strange going on here, so I came to take a look."

Hearing that he came here out of curiosity, the waiter hurriedly shook his head and advised: "Although there are some strange things here, sir, please listen to my advice. This ruined temple is evil. If you can, don't go to the backyard. Try not to go there."

Jiang Ling just smiled and asked him: "Why did the second brother come so far to fetch water?"

The waiter saw many people queuing in front of him and simply stopped to take a rest: "Hey, isn't this a drought? There has been little rain in the Zhuojun area since two years ago. At the beginning, there was a river next to it, so it wouldn't be a problem.

There is no water. But half a year ago, the river also dried up. Now, only the old site of Kaifu Temple has water.

But this water is also stored. For this pond, we have to grab water on time and at the right time every day. If we are slow, we won’t be able to get water."

Jiang Ling was very surprised. Before coming to Zhuojun, he had never seen that Zhuojun was so short of water.

The clerk seemed to have noticed his doubts, so he said: "Since Zhuo County has been short of water, the government has also thought of some ways to transfer water from afar. The water brought from afar can be used normally without any problem. But we can

Those who run inns and taverns must use some good water."

The mute then brought a bucket of water over. When he reached Jiangling, he made a special stop and used a gourd to scoop out a bowl of water and handed it to Qingshuang.

Qingshuang didn't accept it and took two steps closer to Jiang Ling.

When the waiter saw it, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, sir. This mute has no ill intentions, he is just kind-hearted. He is not from here originally. He must have fled here from somewhere. When he arrived in Zhuojun, he encountered a drought.

I almost died of thirst on the way. Yes

A woman poured a bowl of water for him, and he expressed his gratitude. From then on, whenever he saw a woman, he would treat her like a living Bodhisattva and would offer her water and thank her. Who would not drink his water?

, he will be sad for several days."

He turned out to be such a simple person.

After hearing this, Qingshuang couldn't bear to refuse the kindness of this simple villager, so she took the water and took a polite sip.

The mute became happy, collected the ladle, and left with a load of water.

The waiter suddenly blinked and said to Jiang Ling: "Speaking of which, this mute lives on the mountain behind the temple. Perhaps because of his kindness, everyone even gave him the name of Arhat."

Jiangling: "The Arhat who gives away his son? Among the Eighteen Arhats, it seems that there is no Arhat who gives away his son?"

The guy laughed and said, "Actually, it's because this mute has his own destiny. Women who drink his water will get pregnant quickly and have a high probability of giving birth to a son. So, women who can be given water by him are generally lucky.
Chapter completed!