One hundred and eighty eighth chapter death in vain hell
"Luo Fengyu, I really have to write you a letter of admiration. In six days and eight hours, you passed through the first thirteen levels of the eighteen levels of hell. The record you set is unprecedented, and it is probably unprecedented. What follows is
The Fourteenth Level of Hell: Death in vain hell, do you need to take a rest? I still have this authority."
Silence, the long-tongued ghost, has accompanied Feng Yu through the eighteen levels of hell these days. His excessive smile almost twisted his face into a twist. He seemed to have seen the judge pen waving to it, and climbed to where he is today.
Only he knows how much he has paid for his status. The status of the warden of the Eighteenth Level Hell is not low, but he is still a brat. Moreover, his colleagues intentionally or unintentionally exclude him. His life is not comfortable. Being a judge has always been a challenge.
His dream, when he thought of the four great judges who represented the majesty of the Ten Palaces of Yama gave him the Judge's Pen, inexplicable excitement surged into his heart.
He served Feng Yu like a master, not daring to say a harsh word. If Judge Cui hadn't issued a strict order not to release the water, he would have wished to reduce Feng Yu's punishment and let him pass the test as soon as possible. But even so, Feng Yu could not let him go.
Silence almost bit off his long tongue and passed through the layers of hell at such a speed.
"No need, Warden Silence, I'm ready, let's go in."
Feng Yu's speech was neither hasty nor slow, revealing a mature and steady air. Unlike a young man who is not as good as a weak man, the old man in his twilight years does not have this leisure and tranquility. Feng Yu's eyes are so indifferent, shining with insight into everything.
The light of enlightenment.
The Eighteenth Level of Hell is the most terrifying place of punishment in the Five Realms. Even immortals, Buddhas, and devils are frightened when they hear the gate of the Eighteenth Level of Hell. But everything has two sides, and the creation of the Eighteenth Level of Hell naturally has its own reasons.
The truth is that in order to eliminate the evil obstacles for the soul sinking in the mud of the mortal world, various punishments that seem disrespectful to heaven and man constantly torture the soul, temper the soul, and cleanse the soul.
Once cultivators in the human world encounter a bottleneck in their cultivation and practice hard to no avail, they will enter the human world to travel and practice. Those who can withstand the temptation of the world of mortals can secretly receive the revelation of heaven. Those who cannot withstand it will be deceived.
Fascinated by the world of mortals, he forgot his pursuit of the way of heaven, so the way of heaven naturally spurned him ruthlessly, and he was eventually crushed ruthlessly by the wheels of time.
The eighteen levels of hell condense the entire mortal world to the extreme. Every tortured ghost has their own story. Thousands of ghosts and endless past events are intertwined into an all-encompassing network. Greed, anger, ignorance, the three poisons, color, sound, fragrance, and law,
The six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and seven emotions are almost incomparably included, and all the ugliness and malice in the world are gathered here.
From the curses of the tortured ghosts, Feng Yu realized the impermanence of life, the fickleness of human nature, and the loss of humanity. But is this all the fault of the human world? Heaven, which is above all things, has done it again.
What, natural disasters are rampant, the people are miserable, the way of heaven is not clear, right and wrong are reversed, good and evil are reversed. The way of heaven is ruthless, what is wrong with humanity, the way of heaven is high, there is no restriction, no punishment, the way of heaven is becoming less and less like the way of heaven.
Feng Yu recalled Xiang Wentian's great wish for reincarnation, and couldn't help but feel that there was some truth in it. If immortals, Buddhas and demons had experienced the pain of reincarnation, maybe their vision would be longer-term and their hearts would be able to see brighter.
, losing that sense of detachment, they may realize the pain of being a human being, and will not regard thousands of living beings as nothing, nor sit back and watch the world fall into chaos, so that the eighteen levels of hell are overcrowded.
The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. Why can't we resist this lost way of heaven and rebuild a new way of heaven? This question lingers in Feng Yu's mind, but Feng Yu can't get an answer.
When the heaven and earth first opened, Tiandaoyan dominated the five realms and was the origin of the three thousand avenues. Trying to overthrow the Dao of Heaven was to become the enemy of the world. The three paths of immortals, Buddhas and demons would not wait to be killed. The road against heaven would be full of thorns. If not
With great courage, great determination, great ability, and great persistence, embarking on this path is tantamount to embarking on a path of no return, and the grand plan of rebuilding the way of heaven will definitely fail.
Anyone faced with this choice would seem confused. Emperor Xiang Tianwen of Huangquan, also known as Ming, once stood proudly at the top of the Five Realms, was invincible and dominated the world, but he failed in the end and ended up with a dismal ending. Feng
Yu asked himself that he was not as good as Xiang Tianwen, and Xiang Tianwen had not fulfilled his ambition. How could he, Luo Fengyu, an ant crawling under the way of heaven, succeed?
"On behalf of the hell of wasted death, I welcome the souls traveling to the eighteen levels of hell."
The person who came was the warden of the Hell of Unearned Death, but Feng Yu felt that this man was extraordinary from the first moment he saw him. He was wearing a python suit, something that none of the previous thirteen wardens, including Shen Mo, had ever seen.
The treatment of the nine-clawed golden dragon is the emperor, and the five-clawed golden dragon is the king. As a branch of the dragon, the python represents the nobility of the king. The tenth palace Yama naturally wears the five-clawed dragon robe, but the python suit, even Cui Pan
It's hard to imagine why this warden of the eighteenth level of hell can actually have this honor.
"Greetings to Mr. Fu Shi."
Xiu Mo bowed ninety degrees to the visitor. This was the first time Feng Yu saw Xiu Mo respecting the warden of the Eighteenth Level of Hell so much, and there was no sign of dissatisfaction in Xiu Mo's eyes and tone. It's a waste of my life, sir.
', has the same name as the Hell of Unearned Death, which is also a qualification that Silence and the others cannot possess, 'Sir', who is also the warden but is respectfully called Sir. The master of the Hell of Unearned Death is not simple, not simple. Feng Yu is secretly wary of this person.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Wu Shi, is right. I am just a soul punished by Mr. Cui Ban. How dare I bear the word 'travel'." Feng Yu replied humbly but not flatteringly.
Mr. Wu Shi stood still, exuding the aura of a superior person silently. He was accustomed to the respect of silence, but it was still far from enough to suppress Feng Yu with this alone.
"There is no exaggeration in what I say. You can complete the test of the thirteen levels of hell in such a short period of time, which shows that you are not an ordinary ghost. Everything here is not a punishment for you. The word "travel" is used
It’s extremely appropriate. And I’m afraid you don’t know how much benefit you will get from passing all the tests of the eighteen levels of hell. I’ll keep this benefit in mind first, and you will naturally know it soon.”
The Lord's smile was as warm as the spring breeze, but when he looked at Feng Yu, there was endless blood in his eyes. Feng Yu's nerves were so tight that he was about to break. The smiling tiger definitely had a knife hidden in his smile. Although Feng Yu was not afraid of him, she was
Feng Yu still felt very uncomfortable facing such a cruel person.
"Be silent, you can't enter the Hell of Wasted Death casually. Just stay here. Luo Fengyu, this will be the last stop on your journey to the eighteen levels of hell. Don't be surprised. Think about why Fengdu Ghost Land is also called
You should be able to guess a rough idea of this in vain, you are a smart person, I think you can understand the truth, and I hope you won’t disappoint me."
Mr. Wang Si took hold of Silence's shoulders, jumped up, and immediately disappeared from Feng Yu's eyes.
"Isn't this the hell of wasted death? Is this the real hell of wasted death?"
Feng Yu glanced around and found that the Hell of Undeserved Death was not like other hells. The ghosts were tied to stone pillars with chains, and the ghosts were just sitting, lying, or lying around. There were no imps who carried out the punishment. The entire Hell of Undead Death was filled only with ghosts.
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But soon Feng Yu discovered something strange. These ghosts had one thing in common. Their eyes were empty and the expressions on their faces were demented. They were not as crazy as other hells at all, which is why the Hell of Wasted Death seemed so peaceful.
"I'll die in vain for the city, I'll die in vain for hell, I'll die in vain, sir, if I pass through hell, I'll pass all the tests."
Feng Yu carefully considered the words of Mr. Wusi, and peeled off the cocoons. He seemed to understand, but he still seemed confused. The Hell of Wusi should be the weirdest hell among the eighteen levels of hell. Mr. Wusi's status is definitely the head of the warden, and can even be compared with
The ten palaces of Yama compete with each other. We can see this from the fact that he wears a python suit and can tamper with Cui Pan's verdict at will.
"The hell of wasted death opens."
Feng Yu only felt that his vision went dark, and the land beneath his feet turned into nothingness. The space was distorted for a while, the sky and the earth were spinning, and the world was upside down. But the next moment, it returned to calm. The only difference was that the other tortured ghosts disappeared, and the whole hell of wasted death was left.
Leave him alone.
"It feels so familiar."
Feng Yu felt an "empty" smell from the Hell of Unearned Death. He had experienced this experience when he was in Xianyu Mansion.
"Loneliness, loneliness, if the only tricks in hell are to waste your life in vain, sir, I think you should forget it."
"Luo Fengyu, the hell of wasted death is not as simple as you think. Have you forgotten to understand the true meaning of each level of hell? All illusions will disappear and the punishment will stop automatically. But now you are not in the hell of wasted death. There is no need to worry.
, you will soon be able to taste the true taste of the hell of a wasted death, and it is guaranteed to satisfy you."
After Mr. Fu Shi said what he wanted to say, the hell was still silent.
Feng Yu believed that Mr. Wang Shi would not be a person who spoke empty words. Feng Yu walked in the Hell of Wu Die, thinking as he walked, hoping to find inspiration to break through the Hell of Wu Die from Mr. Wang Shi's words.
This kind of blind and aimless walking continued for a long time. Feng Yu's forehead suddenly hurt, as if he hit something like a door rail, but the hell of death was empty, not to mention pavilions and pavilions. It was really strange.
Feng Yu raised his head and almost cried out, "He died in vain, but at some point it turned into the Luofu of the Tianfeng Dynasty. The Luofu where he lived for seven years brought him endless pain and humiliation."
"Luo Fengyu, this is an illusion. If you think it is an illusion, don't be deceived by it."
Feng Yu kept telling himself that this was just an illusion, but his legs still moved unconsciously. He walked and walked back to the dilapidated small courtyard in his memory. This small courtyard carried the happiness of his life. In this small courtyard
He was very happy during the seven cold and summer days he spent there. He had a simple diet, cold winters and warm summers, but he enjoyed the cold winters and warm summers. Wu Tian, his grandfather, made him know the true meaning of happiness.
Feng Yu once thought about whether Wu Tian would have lived well if he had not bumped into the maid who called Cuiyu in the office. If he could turn back time, he would rather kowtow to Cuiyu and be discriminated against for the rest of his life.
As long as he can exchange Wu Tian's life for a waste, he will not hesitate to pay any price. He loves Linglong and Zhimin, but it is Wu Tian who has the highest status in his heart, and no one can ever replace them.