After a while, there was a sudden "••••••••bang", like the long ringing of the alarm bell in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was thick and majestic, and it shook his facial muscles like a "ghost animal" violently, and his brain "buzzed".

Without waiting for the sound to stop, a dazzling light suddenly rose in the direction of Er Wuzai's left hand, like a creation sword that split through the dark night. With a sword, all the darkness slowly faded like a misty wind blowing away, and the surroundings gradually became brighter and clearer.

When the light dissipated, countless Buddhas chanting sutras appeared in the direction of the left hand, chanting all kinds of incomprehensible Buddhist scriptures divinely.

Not only that, but the Buddhas also surrounded a very holy and tall lotus throne, on which sat a ...

"Oh my God, it's the Buddha..."

Erwuzai shouted in his heart, and quickly knelt down in the direction of the Buddha and bowed reverently. The forehead is very hard and rhythmic. It kept hitting the ground until it was knocked out of the blood, and he didn't notice it at all.

To be able to see the Buddha in this place, what a great creation this is, it seems that my two or five boys are definitely going to soar••••••

It's really a complete convincing of Erwuzai's imagination. At this time, he can still be so optimistic, as if he has been beaten with chicken blood. The posture of prostrations is becoming more and more standardized, and the mood is becoming more and more pious. I didn't realize that my chrysanthemum was still stuck in a knife.

"Wu Liuwu, do you know who I am?" the Buddha on the lotus throne actually spoke. And he also mentioned his name, and Erwuzai was very happy. I feel that my ancestors have appeared, and the ancestral tombs are all golden. All the eighteen generations of ancestors crawled out of the coffin, lined up beside him in a neat line, and waved flags and shouted for him.

In this case, Erwuzai kowtows to the Buddha even more energetically, just like the rolling water of the Yangtze River, which is endless.

"Little Wu Liu Wu knocked on my Buddha Rulai. "Er Wuzai doesn't know if it's right to say this, anyway, it seems that he plays like this on TV. It doesn't matter if he's right or not, as long as he kowtows a lot in everything, has a sweet mouth, and has a sincere attitude, there must be nothing wrong.

At this time, Erwuzai actually had a wishful thinking in his heart.

"Wu Liuwu, you actually know who I am, can you be guilty?" said the Buddha on the throne very majestically and solemnly. The deep sound literally poured from all directions, from the sky. It swirled back and forth in his ears, reverberating for a long time, and it was impossible to feel that it was coming out of his mouth.

"The Buddha is above, and the little one is guilty. The little one knows that he is deeply sinful, and asks the Buddha to show mercy and give the little one a way to live. The little one wishes to change his mind and be a new person. Ask the Buddha to give me a chance to be reborn••••••" He memorized the lines from the TV series almost as they were.

The Buddha sitting on the lotus throne twitched his nose and thought to himself: "I think too much, I still want to be reborn, let's think about how to live this life first!"

Er Wu Zai only cared about a strong kowtow, where to see these slight changes. It's like a demon, and it keeps banging. Even his knees are worn out, and he doesn't even feel (mind) at all.

"You know your mistakes and are willing to change them, my Buddha is merciful, and I will naturally give you a chance. Go to the immeasurable hell and reflect deeply. After the reflection is done and the soul is purified, let's talk about the things of the world••••••"

As soon as the words fell, the light dimmed. The throne, the Buddha, and the Buddha all became illusory, and all of them disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a very brutal wind and sand blew in all directions, and the ghosts cried and howled like wolves, and the hula lala blew non-stop. Look at the wind and sand, it is simply covering the sky and the sun, spreading for thousands of miles, and there is a yellow patch everywhere.

Look at the movement, it blew into the eyes of Erwuzai, and the pain was unbearable. The upper and lower layers of skin can't be opened at all.

Looking around, the extremely cold wind was mixed with thousands of sharp ice blades, recklessly cutting every inch of Erwuzai's bare skin, until he was cut all over his body and covered in blood.

The extremely cold wind was like falling water from nine days, and it was pervasive. It blew so that Erwuzai's whole body was cold and stiff, like a dry wooden stick. In spite of his hard work, he was still shivering in the cold wind, and he walked blindly in a particular direction with difficulty.

Wait, suddenly a thought flashed through his head.

Why should I go in this direction?

Why not go in a different direction?

What the hell is this place?

He jerked and looked up in horror. It turned out that around him were endless people in ragged clothes like him. One by one, with numb expressions and dull eyes, they followed the large army and walked in a specific direction.

They were constantly crowded with each other, almost to the point of rubbing shoulders with each other, but there were no quarrels and fights because of this, except for the wind, in fact, everything was quiet.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Er Wu Zai can't turn half a minute at all except for following the huge crowd in the direction just now.

"Hey, buddy, where are we going?" asked Ergosai, confused, to a pedestrian on the right. In my heart, I felt that this person was a little stiff, his speech was a little dragged, his clothes were even more shabby than his, he was almost numb from the cold, and he felt a little like he was about to rot wood, and it was hard to imagine where his voice came from.

"Ah••••••h

"What •••••• you say•••••• •••••• ••••••"

The man next to him slowly straightened his stiff neck and slowly lifted his dirty head. Mechanically brushing away the hair in front of you.

The hair was very dirty, like a rag stained with oil, and like an old curtain full of dust.

The squeak and crunch dragged a heavy voice, like a horn in disrepair, and like a bellows leaking at both ends. Whirring, dragging a long voice, he asked Erwuzai very politely.

A strong curiosity drove Er Wuzai to look carefully at the "friend" in front of him.

It was very dark and the wind and sand were so strong that he had to get closer to see it.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I am directly scared to the soul of the two or five boys.

This TMD is a human being•••••• he doesn't have a face at all.

Like a rag, under the long hair, there was a bloody and scalged mass of flesh and maggots, emitting an extremely disgusting and disgusting stench, filled with poisonous water and pus, and filled with the smell of death.

This person doesn't have a face at all, okay...

Underneath the carrion, apart from crawling maggots and ragged clothes filled with pus, was a pair of black bones with no flesh or blood at all. As I walked, I made a strange sound of "crunching, crunching, and bones rubbing against each other", exuding a dizzying stench.

Erwuzai was first scared out of seven points of his soul, and the whole person was almost scared to sit on the ground. Then he was smoked by the stench, and his stomach turned upside down.

Uh-hmmmm I vomited stomach juice and bile, but it still didn't make any difference.