"Pa", Zhang Wenfeng threw the man who was forbidden to use Yuan Qi on the dilapidated Tingfeng Rock like a torn sack. The speechless man hit the hard stone heavily and rolled over in pain.
The proud and well-off man simply rolled his eyes.
When dealing with bad guys and prisoners, Zhang Guanzhu has no habit of handling them lightly and waiting on them.
"Lv Zijin, please keep an eye on him. I will go to the bottom of the canyon later and collect the woman who fell down as evidence and hand it over to the courtyard."
Zhang Wenfeng took out an oilcloth bag from the storage space, ordered the black donkey, and looked around again. He didn't know where Mo Ye had gone. He quickly removed the valuable items, swords, spiritual stones, and pill bottles from the prisoners.
, books, talismans, etc., scrape them all and put them into a bag. Roll the bag into a ball and stuff it into the cross basket that is broken and deformed by the pressure of the donkey's shoulder.
The donkey carried the mountain badger, which was still weak after waking up, and flew smoothly in the air, promising: "Don't worry, Master, I will pay attention to the movement near and far."
Zhang Wenfeng slowly descended down the canyon along the fresh blood stains remaining on both sides of the stone wall.
The deep valley bottom is 700 to 800 feet, and is blocked by branches, leaves and vines, making it impossible to explore the bottom.
Looking at the smashed bushes, thorns, rags hanging from broken branches, broken flesh and blood, etc., Zhang Wenfeng remained calm, feeling in his heart that the woman's fate was miserable, and she really followed the saying that evil begets evil.
Old saying.
There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, only people call it upon themselves.
The rewards of good and evil follow each other like a shadow.
Silently chanting sutras to calm his fluctuating mind, he passed through the blowing wind area and continued to descend and fly. He suddenly realized that something was wrong. The blood stains on the moss-covered stone wall were too fresh, and the blood was still dripping down.
"Extreme Spiritual Chaos Jue"
Looking up further, it was so dark that there was no trace of sky.
There were gusts of cold wind everywhere, and there were faint sounds of fighting on the battlefield, chanting of sutras, bursts of spells and other weird noises.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly. He, a temporary ghost errand, had bumped into a ghost again. There was no fear in his heart. At worst, he still had Mo Ye's escape route. He suddenly understood the reason for Mo Ye's disappearance. Because Mo Ye was by his side, everything
The evil spirits will not appear, nor dare they appear.
How could the most powerful evil spirit in the world dare to act so arrogantly in front of Mo Ye?
After thinking for a moment, he cupped his fists and said: "Taoist monk Zhang Kedao is here to visit. The master has arranged such a grand ceremony, why don't you show up to meet him?"
The mellow voice echoed in the darkness, with echoes recurring and then gradually disappearing.
He used the courtesy of visiting, and of course he had to give his name.
I was worried that using the name in this life would be used secretly, so I gave a name that I had not used for a long time in my previous life.
A little white light lit up in the darkness.
A figure came from a distance. When he got closer, he opened his cloak and saw clearly that it was the female nun from Yu Hua Pavilion who had fallen down earlier.
The woman's Taoist robe has been replaced by a dazzling red dress that seems to be dyed with blood. The face that was fragmented and put back together is so pale that there is no trace of blood. Among them, the left eyeball is still hanging on the edge of the eye socket, turned up, staring into the darkness.
Taoist priest standing leisurely.
In front of the woman floated a bone lamp that emitted a miserable white light.
"Dear guest, the master invites you!"
The miserable woman stretched out her hand to put her eyeballs into her sockets, smiled coquettishly, and gave her a charming gift.
The whole person exuded an eerie and strange aura. As the woman stood up, the eyeball rolled down and swayed again.
Zhang Wenfeng looked calm and clasped his fists in return, saying: "Sorry for disturbing you, please lead the way."
He found that the stone walls on both sides had disappeared without knowing when, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect the edges in the darkness.
The mysterious existence lurking here, with such great magical power, can actually create a barrier similar to the small world. All worries are in vain. He simply goes to see it. Of course, he will still make the preparations that need to be made. Inner Vision "
The first verse of the "Tao Jing" is about the halo flowing, and the invisible golden light touches the spiritual consciousness, which can prevent him from being confused by ghosts and evil spirits.
He can use his magical powers at any time and launch the "Bell Ringing Curse" attack.
The female ghost in red dress who occupied the magpie's nest slowly flew forward, followed by Zhang Wenfeng, her expression somewhat careless.
The fighting in the darkness and the screams had long since disappeared.
After walking for about ten miles, I came to a square portal. The bronze pillars on both sides were decorated with ancient runes and animal shapes. There was no lintel plaque above. There was a soft white light shining in the dark portal.
The sound of silk and bamboo came from inside the door, and the melody was passionate and enthusiastic. It was not a sad tune but a welcome tune.
The female ghost in red dress held up a white lantern to greet the guests.
Zhang Wenfeng listened for a moment, then stepped across the bronze threshold, his feet firmly on the ground.
The world inside the door is very large. The two main halls on the left and right are actually scenes of various punishments in hell, just like those recorded in the classics. On the left, two green-faced and fanged imps are catching a man in a frying pan, and the boiling oil is frying him naked.
The man is ups and downs, wailing in pain. On the right side, his tongue is being pulled out. In the back, there are tortures such as grinding and pushing, digging out the heart, burning with fire, cold water, knife mountain, chariot cracking, spring grinding, sawing, mending menstruation, and wheel spinning.
There were mixed screams and screams, and the smell of blood was unpleasant.
Zhang Wenfeng did not continue walking inside, but looked around and said, "The host's way of hospitality is quite unique. I'm afraid it's making people laugh by making such fake things."
No matter how miserable the situation was, nothing could shake his mind.
In his opinion, they are all illusions and things to sharpen one's state of mind.
"The guests don't like it, accept it, accept it all, you are all these fools, brainless fools, embarrass me, quickly change the show to show the guests, if you don't serve the guests well, I will eat you trash.
"
A rough voice roared out from the deepest part of the hall, causing the hall to buzz.
The two punishment halls suddenly burst into chaos.
Regardless of whether they were imps or criminals who had been put into the frying pan, they quickly lifted the instruments of torture down, with panic on their faces, fearing that if they were too slow for a moment, the terrifying being would be unhappy and eat them.
In a short period of time, the scene in the hall was changed, and a stage was set up in the middle.
Two sets of seats and tables were arranged below, and various snacks, tea, and fruits were placed on them. A little ghost cautiously extended his hand to invite the guests to sit on the right seat.
Zhang Wenfeng was confused as to which song the hidden host was singing.
He did not embarrass the kid. He could see that the kid was really afraid of that existence. He sat down happily. The tea and fruits looked very unique and attractive, but he would not reach out to pick them up and enjoy them. Who knew if these were rotten flesh, human urine or something disgusting?
thing?
Several little ghosts sang on the stage and Zhang Wenfeng couldn't understand a word of it. He didn't know what kind of singing language the little ghosts used. It was weird and weird. The fighting scene was very hard, and many little ghosts came on the stage and fought together.
Zhang Wenfeng fell asleep while watching, but he did not show it. He knew that if he showed any signs of it, these little devils would really suffer, so he patiently watched the show carefully.
Turning his head and looking to the left, he saw a fat man dressed as a judge in a red robe, sitting on a chair and smiling broadly at him, holding his hands.
"Slow, slow, I am Cui Jue, the judge of Zhenhun Palace. I have met Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Wenfeng perked up. The real master finally showed up. He clasped his fists in return and said, "Judge Cui, you're welcome."
He couldn't tell the depth of the other party's cultivation. The fat man sitting on the chair had the same aura as a living person. He knew that the other party was definitely not Judge Cui Jue of the Underworld. Judge Cui, who was in charge of life and death, was too famous.
After exchanging a few words, Zhang Wenfeng asked, "I wonder if Judge Cui would like to come here and give me some advice?"
The fat man smiled with his snow-white teeth and said: "My term of office is about to expire and I am about to leave. However, the Soul-Suppressing Palace cannot be left without an owner for a day, so I would like to ask you to take on the important task of succeeding to the position of judge and taking charge of the Soul-Suppressing Palace for five hundred years."
"
Zhang Wenfeng was speechless. Which song did this fat man sing?
It's really the same. Do you want him to serve as a fake judge behind closed doors at the bottom of the canyon for five hundred years?
He had some doubts about whether he was in an illusion. He silently recited the first chapter of the Taoist Sutra, and invisible thoughts spread from his body. The wails of the little ghosts fighting on the stage twisted and turned into black mist and disappeared. Even the props on the stage were gone.
The fat man sitting opposite him was still smiling brightly. He even picked up the tea cup and took a sip, unaffected by the scriptures that were close to Chi Chi.