Having suffered a severe blow in the Second Temple,
Burning the source, I almost ran through half of hell.
At this moment,
The soul of King Chujiang was like a candle in the wind, swaying constantly.
It seems that any strong wind can blow it out.
Not to mention now,
One hand has been inserted into his body,
It was like he was already standing on the edge of a cliff.
He was pushed hard again.
A generation of Yama,
About to fall on the city wall that symbolizes the supreme power center of the underworld,
This has to be said.
It's a great irony.
This is an irreversible outcome, his downfall is already inevitable.
Below, many officials in the city who were living in a daze were unaware that another Yama was about to disappear from this world.
A thousand years is a very long time even for the existence of the underworld. It is so long that several generations of officials in the underworld have long been accustomed to the high and mighty small temple on Mount Tai and the guarding of the Ten Kings of Hell.
There is no absolutely excellent system in this world. All systems are good systems as long as you get used to them.
Lawyer An had shouted in front of Zhou Ze more than once like a charlatan: "The wind is going to blow, the wind is going to blow!"
possible,
Lawyer An himself did not expect that
This is the gale that is about to sweep through hell.
It was actually done by my own boss.
Started it myself.
When King Lu of Pingdeng died, the storm was already brewing.
But because of the chaos caused by Zhou Ze and Ying Gou, the plan was abruptly put on hold.
This time,
I stopped the thing a year and a half ago.
It's about to start over again in your own hands.
Things in the world are unpredictable, but there are always traces to follow. The more you draw, the more it looks like a circle.
… …
The first hall,
King Qin Guang Jiang stood on one side of the abyss of small hell,
Reach out and push the peach tree next to you.
The petals are falling in profusion,
The roots of the trees were pulled up,
This peach tree, the only one in hell, was transplanted with great difficulty and looks exactly like the peach tree in the living world.
Fell into the abyss,
it's over,
Keep it.
There is no point anymore.
No matter how much you love or cherish something,
It will no longer have any meaning.
The second hall,
The few surviving purple-ribbon judges lay on the side of the ruined Second Palace wall.
Several people had numb and confused expressions on their faces.
as if,
The sky is falling,
Yes,
For them,
This day,
It indeed collapsed.
It collapsed inexplicably.
The collapse was unexpected.
It collapsed like a joke.
The big guy is still in a daze after the collapse.
The day before, the prince came back from seclusion.
Today, the prince fell into hell.
They can't see any big trends.
I only know that after the prince is gone,
This Second Palace will quickly become no different from the bloodbathed Ninth Palace.
Even the entire Ninth Palace had been washed in blood and was empty, but they, the ones who survived under the moon's magma, would be labeled and continue to face a future of survival.
possible,
This would be a greater torment.
The third hall,
Emperor Yu of Song was sitting in the pavilion.
Listening to Mr. Su singing,
Mr. Su was clearly singing a sad song.
But the more Emperor Yu of Song listened, the happier he laughed.
My body began to tremble with joy.
Tea began to spill out of the cup in his hand, but he was unaware.
He wants to laugh.
He wants to be happy.
The more deliberate you are about something, the more you are actually avoiding it.
He didn't admit it.
Do not admit,
Never admit it!
The fourth hall,
King Lu of the Five Senses stood by the blood river,
Looking at the white bones rolling in the river,
His expression was indifferent.
Rolls of documents floated out from behind him, fell into the river of blood, and began to melt.
These records, these documents, these things, are meaningless.
Newcomers will do everything over again and won’t cherish these things, so it’s better to throw them away cleanly at once!
The fifth palace,
King Yama sat in the lobby.
Looking at the dog-head guillotine in front of him,
His eyes were thoughtful.
On the dog-head guillotine, the cold light remains.
But there was no longer the gleam of light in Yanluo Wangbao's eyes that he had in the past.
What is gone is fortitude,
The rest,
Only time is wasted.
The Sixth Hall,
King Bi of Biancheng sat on the high slope of the vast exile hell. In front of him was a huge earth pit. The officials escorted the dead souls with sins on their bodies and began to carry out the torture of burying them alive.
Biancheng Wang Bi reached out and grabbed a handful of frozen soil.
Put it on your forehead.
Slowly let go.
As if to bury myself alive,
If burying alive could solve all the problems,
That's the best.
Better than continuing to live and standing outside,
When I saw the newcomer smiling,
In the end,
Should I cry
The Seventh Palace,
Taishan Wang Dong stood in front of a painting.
The person in the painting is dressed elegantly in white, with a simple-minded monkey standing beside him.
Taishan Wang Dong slowly reached out, took off the crown on his head, and placed it in front of the painting.
With emotion:
"It's lost. It's all lost. I can't keep it. I really can't keep it."
From the time of the Lord of the Mansion to one of the Yama Luos.
The Taoist tradition of Mount Tai has actually never been in his hands, but he lives like a symbol.
Now,
Even this remaining symbolic meaning will be stripped away.
No more,
It’s gone.
The Eighth Hall,
King Huang of the city looked coldly at the thousands of dead souls being cooked in the cauldron below.
Reach out,
Pick up your favorite inkstone.
Throw it into the firewood,
after,
The imperial pen wrote in red,
I can't use it anymore.
It is better to burn it, burn it, and take it away.
The Ninth Palace,
A red-belted judge sat in the empty hall with a blank look in his eyes.
The Tenth Palace,
King Xue of the Reincarnation overturned all the documents on the table.
Let out an angry roar!
… …
At first,
The Ten Kings of Hell are missing the King of Equality,
It represents the broken round mirror.
Nowadays,
If there is one less Chujiang Wang Li,
This means that the disintegration can no longer be stopped.
Everyone is sighing.
Everyone is sad,
Everyone is helpless.
But everyone,
None of them are innocent.
The only different equal Wang Lu had completely disappeared a year and a half ago.
The thorns were removed early.
The rest,
It's a pot of frogs.
The warm water has been boiled.
Can't run away.
King Chu Jiang slowly raised his head.
Continue to look at Zhou Ze,
Dense fireflies began to dissipate around him, which was the last remaining source of King Chujiang.
Zhou Ze would not eat anything unless they handed it over voluntarily.
Because it means a lot of trouble. If you eat it, you will easily get indigestion and poisoning.
and,
There are very few of these sources left.
It was much, much less than what the old monkey had given me before he died.
most,
All of them have been consumed in the pursuit.
“W-why?”
King Chu Jiang was still puzzled.
At this moment, he was just like an ordinary person before being killed in the world of the living. All he wanted was to die, and he wanted to die with understanding.
"I... did."
"And then what?"
"it's difficult."
"And then what?"
“So, I know you definitely can’t do it.”
“… … ”King Chujiang.
today,
King Chujiang thought of the name of the dish for the third time.
I have done this.
So I know how hard it is for him;
Even I find it so difficult to do it.
So,
At your level,
It's simply impossible.
so,
Since I can't do it even if I save your life,
Just go to hell.
It's cruel.
Very realistic.
With a cold texture.
At this moment,
King Chu Jiang knew clearly,
Your own fate has been determined.
No matter what he says, no matter what he promises,
For the man in front of me,
He doesn't care.
In his eyes,
What he saw was that he didn't care.
I really don't care.
He didn't care about the kingdom he had conquered, or the vast territory he had once overlooked from his throne of bones.
Don't care about the changes of the sun, moon, stars, or the changes of yin and yang.
"I... I'm very curious... why did you... try to stop..."
Zhou Ze slowly raised his arms.
A generation of Yama,
He was lifted up.
I didn't intend to talk any more nonsense with him.
But since it involves what happened back then,
You might as well say a few more words.
"Because... I was sitting in that position at the beginning."
In the tone,
With dissatisfaction,
With disgust,
It was like I had encountered a trouble and had to deal with it. In short, I was very reluctant.
Because I was the Lord of Hell,
When the change of yin and yang is about to occur,
He could only go up and stop it.
After all, in Ying Gou's dictionary,
There is no word "escape".
Even though the price he paid for this was that he succeeded, he also died because of it.
But he had no regrets. What he did have was annoyance and... disgust towards the trouble.
"Finally...finally...one question..."
The voice of King Chu Jiang was already very weak.
As most of the remaining essence dissipated,
His consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.
"Finally... one question... why... why did the ten of us... come to this point today..."
Why,
Why,
Why is that
Maybe before he came back to life, maybe when Ying Gou came to the door of his palace, he did not realize what his death meant.
But now,
He understood.
He understood when he crossed Mount Tai and was unable to enter.
His death,
This was the key to the collapse of the Ten Hells of Hell system.
His death,
It will declare the complete collapse of the system of the Ten Kings of Hell.
The old ones will go down;
New ones will come up.
The Bodhisattva deceived him.
No,
The Bodhisattva did not deceive him.
When he came back to life, he went to ask the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva told him about the stage, an era, a stage.
He thought the Bodhisattva was talking about Ying Gou,
actually,
The Bodhisattva was talking about him.
The Bodhisattva said he was willing to wait another sixty years.
The Yamas also thought they still had another sixty years of prosperity.
But in fact,
Less than two years!
Buddha,
Can't wait.
yes,
He really couldn't wait any longer, so he waited for me... to die.
The King of Chujiang is waiting.
Waiting for Ying Gou to give me the answer.
Ying Gou looked at him.
Opening his mouth gave the answer,
After hearing this answer,
The body of King Chu Jiang,
Completely collapsed,
Disappeared in this vast hell,
In the moment of dissipation,
He seemed to be still thinking about the answer:
"Virtue... is not... worthy of... the position..."