The Nili sutra was originally a Buddhist classic.
It is used to warn people not to commit crimes. The original intention of this scripture is to use the great terror of hell to remind people to do good.
Unfortunately, after many translations, this level of meaning has been overshadowed by the horrific descriptions of the eighteen levels of hell.
The rest of the content is mostly the same horrifying scenes from before.
But as luck would have it, the translator of this Latin version was also an illusionist who was proficient in illustration. By chance, this scripture was given a certain degree of life through his illustrations.
Originally, they were just illustrations like Ukiyo-e, but as the years went by, these exaggerated illustrations gradually took on a movement of their own.
Small worlds, one after another, are created on the pages of scriptures.
Tongue pulling out, scissors, iron tree, evil mirror, steamer, copper pillar, knife mountain, iceberg, oil pot, cattle pit, stone press, mortar, blood pool, wrongful death, crucifixion, volcano, stone mill, knife saw, the eighteen levels of hell construct eighteen small worlds.
In the end, a special space was formed, which was the Avici Hell.
The horror of hell is not the physical torture, but the infinite test of the soul.
Although seemingly ordinary, they are constantly tortured in a world that is like the human world but better than the human world. In the end, there are only two outcomes: either transcendence from the mud pit or eternal damnation.
Sif Sila was originally just sitting obediently in the study room, studying the notes she prepared for the next class. Pre-study is her secret to maintaining excellence for a long time.
When the classmate who had little presence beside her stood up and left, a crumpled book accidentally fell from his backpack to the ground, interrupting Sif's concentration on studying.
The man left in a hurry with big strides, without even looking back, as if he was in a hurry to attend a meeting.
The kind-hearted Sif turned her chair, bent down and picked up the scripture.
Her original intention was just to pick up the scriptures and wait for the forgetful classmate to come back and take them away.
She never imagined that this was an elaborately planned scheme and that she was a participant in it.
After a few hours, Sif finished reading the materials she had prepared in the study room and made sure that all the knowledge was memorized.
She stretched her body lazily, clasped her hands together, and stretched.
When she came to her senses, everyone in the study room had left quietly, leaving her alone sitting in the empty room.
I casually put the materials and documents spread out on the table into my backpack, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the book that I had picked up after my classmate had forgotten about it.
Only then did Sif notice the scripture written in Latin.
She unconsciously reached out and touched the wrinkled cover that was full of age, and whispered to herself,
"Mud Plow? What a strange name."
If she had stopped at this moment, the mud plow would have been just an ordinary scripture, but she didn't.
Soon, she opened the cover and saw the scenes of hell.
Her mind was absorbed in it, and as the pages turned automatically, even the body of Sif Silla slowly disappeared.
At first it was just curiosity, but later she couldn't help herself; when she sank into the hell, it was beyond her control.
I was sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate myself from a world that I knew was an illusion.
The helplessness and despair slowly devoured her sanity, just like a drug addict who could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was unreal.
After several reincarnations, Sif Sila accepted her fate and admitted defeat.
Did she accept the reality that she could not escape from? Did she accept the reality that she would marry that faceless man? And then spend the rest of her life in loneliness.
Was there ever an extremely familiar voice calling her name again and again in her ear? But Sif Sila had no way of remembering who that person was.
Until Sif saw that person's face clearly? Sif quietly shed tears.
At the same time, she also saw clearly the face of the man she was marrying.
Is that the same person? It's the same person.
In this reincarnation, what Sif Silla can't let go of the most is not the lovely little life, but the process of marrying and having children with Jobtran.
The real Sif knows better than anyone that she and Jobtran may be a good couple, but they are a mismatched pair who cannot live together till the end of their lives.
This man is too good? Even subconsciously, I am moved by his erudition, his elegance, and his indifference.
After seeing herself clearly, she understood better than anyone that her feelings for Joe Butran were more of attachment and admiration.
But in the endless hell, I can become his bride again and again, take his surname, and give birth to their offspring.
This is basically impossible to achieve in reality.
She chose to sink, to sink forever in this illusory dream, never to wake up again.
Even though it was a sad ending, it was still the ending she had always dreamed of.
This is a selfish ending.
For Jobtran, he watched Sif reject him time and time again.
When his spirit was pulled away from the "Mud Plow", he not only shed two lines of tears, but also drove the flames to burn the scripture.
The tears evaporated in the flames and turned into a wisp of smoke that dissipated into the air.
The moment he raised his head, all the sadness and helplessness had been hidden deep in his heart.
He muttered to himself indifferently,
“Arthur, the legend of the king is just a legend after all.
You will perish. "
He looked far away in the direction of the student union president's office where Arthur was, and seemed to see Arthur's wild and crazy smiling face.
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1890
Umler Minster Cathedral, which was largely destroyed during the Umler Incident several years ago, has been restored.
When the craftsmen hammered the last bluestone brick into the wall, the church bells rang continuously and the people who came to watch the ceremony celebrated.
This is a day of universal celebration.
The people of Umr have not had a chance to relax for a long time.
It took all their courage to forget the disaster that destroyed half the city.
That night, the seal floating in the air, those terrifying monsters, and those heroes who risked their lives to fight the monsters to delay time.
Today, the church's bells mark a new chapter.
Ummur also started a new chapter.
After leaving Berlin, the Einstadt family decided to return to their old place and then go to live in the cold city of Milan.
Umr, who had been sitting deep in the church for a long time, was very excited.
The person He was waiting for was finally here.
Although the Silver Key is not yet mature, its carrier has reached an age where it can receive some knowledge.
Whether the cycle of fate can be broken depends on luck in the next hundred years.
"Come quickly, Silver Key of destiny.
Come, Silver Key to the Secret Code."
Ummr's ethereal voice echoed at the base of the church, hiding a hint of excitement and frenetic laughter.