"The eighteen layers of hell are the eighteen layers of mud plough scriptures, but each layer will increase the pain several times, and the eleventh plough is called Urio. Urlo is bitter. When Niludu is twenty. It's long and big. Shou mustard seed 512 Hu 100 years old to a fruit. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The twelfth plough is called Wuman. It's full of bitterness. When Urius XX. It's long and big. Shou mustard seed thousand twenty-four hundred. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The thirteenth plough is called Wuyi. Wu borrowed a bitterness. When the black is full of twenty. It's long and big. Shou mustard seed 248 Hu. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The name of the fourteenth plough is called Wuhu. Wu Hu bitterly. When the Ur is twenty. It's long and big. Shou mustard seed 4,96 Hu. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The fifteenth plough is called the Xujian Canal. It is necessary to be a bitter one. When Wuhu is twenty. It's long and big. Eight thousand one hundred and ninety-two mustard seeds. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The name of the sixteenth plough is called at the end. At the end, he screamed bitterly. When the mustache is twenty. It's long and big. 12,384 years of mustard seeds. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The name of the seventeenth plough is called District 逋 (bū) Tu. The district is bitter. When the end of the stem is called twenty. It's long and big. Thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight seeds of longevity. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life.

The name of the eighteenth plough is Shen Mo. Shen Mo was bitter. Twenty in the same area. It's long and big. Sixty-five thousand five hundred and thirty-six mustard seeds. 100-year-old to a real. The mustard seed has not yet reached its end of life. It's cold and bitter. Unspeakable. 10,000 times more than he plowed. It hurts terribly.

Buddha's words. Eighteen mud plows. The sins of people are based on the severity of good and evil into the plough scripture.

Buddha's words. Eighteen mud plows. The phoenix dragon descends to the small insects. Where eighteen mud plows. People do more good and less evil. Out of the mud plough disease. Do more evil and do less good. The plough is late.

Buddha's words. It's Ande's ghost. Eighteen mud ploughs dwell in the underworld. When the Buddha was born. Heaven and earth. Up to thirty-two days. Its eighteen mud plows are all clear. When the Buddha first attained enlightenment, he became clearer. The Buddha is clear from time to time. The Buddha began to practice the Tao and taught the world to be enlightened. Buddha-like mud is getting brighter day by day. Up to thirty-two days. To know the way of Buddhism, you must know. He who does good for many goes to heaven. into the mud for the wicked. If it is an animal. Knowing the Buddha's way is immortal. The villain shall live forever. But count the Buddha's way. and not students. Not close to good people. Ignorance of good deeds. Turn away from sorrow. He laughed at the Buddha's way. Into the mud plough deep. Buddha is not. People are disgusted and cursed (lì) evil mouth. More than old age. The gods are evil. It is made for the beasts and beasts, and the blood, the insects, and the beasts. Children and grandchildren use Zhengla to go home.

Buddha's words. People are not good. Go to humans as worm animals. Home with ghosts. It's the ghost of And.

Buddha's words. Man is good to God. He was reborn in human form. “

Qingwu chuckled, "Speaking of which, there are many people who do evil in the world. I don't know what layer I can enter when I get to Xingjun? “

Feiyi looked at Qingwu and felt that his tone was familiar, when the Demon Zunlou first saw the Mud Plough Sutra, he also said the same thing, and it was really a person of the same blood.

"Hahaha, sure enough, it's Chonglou's daughter, I was friends with your father before I was alive, and it's right for you to call me uncle."

Hell Star-Lord looked at Light Dance, "But you're different from her. ”

"Uncle, the little niece is polite."

Dancing and bowing his head proudly is considered a salute.

"Xiao Qingwu is really much more powerful than the heavy building."

Hell Star Lord said.

"Xingjun. The Oriental family brought. ”

"Little niece. How? Do you ask first or take a break first. ”

The **** waves in her heart are turned up in Qingwu's heart, and her father and mother, who love her so much, are now separated forever.

"Uncle Lao gave me a quiet place, and my niece wanted to talk to them properly. After all, they have taken care of me for so long in the human world. I also see them as biological parents. I hope my uncle will take care of it. ”

"Well said, well said, I'll be waiting for you outside."

The Hellstar Lord went out with the people.

"Flying wings. You go out too. ”

Flying Wing glanced at Qingwu and nodded.

"My subordinates know."

Feiyi looked at the Dongfang couple who were being dragged by hell and sighed, these two people shouldn't have anything to do with the demons, they look like cultivators.

Qingwu looked at Dongfang Shuozhi and Dongfang Lady, the two of them still maintained the same appearance as when they died, their hair was messy, and their hearts ached, who said that the people of the demon clan had no heart.

"Daddy."

Qingwu fell to her knees and cried.

Mrs. Dongfang couldn't stop her tears, "Xiao Wu, why are you here?" Can't you die too? Oh my God, how can I live. How do I get to see ......?"

"Ma'am."

Dongfang Shuozhi stopped what Mrs. Dong Fan was about to say.

"What's the matter, whose daughter am I, why don't you say it?"

Qingwu looked at Dongfang Shuozhi, "Dad, even if you treat me as your own daughter, now that I'm already in hell, don't you say it?" ”

"Child, don't force your father, he also has her troubles."

Mrs. Dongfang looked at the light dance, "Your father is really in trouble." ”

"Hardship, what hardship, is my father a demon or not?" Qingwu looked at Dongfang Shuozhi, "You are so disgusted with the people of the Demon Clan, why don't you hate me, and what do you think of me?" ”

Dancing and roaring.

"Kid, kid." Mrs. Dongfang hugged her arms and danced lightly, "Your mother is your father's sister, she is a famous talented girl at that time, and your father loves her very much." ”

Dongfang Shuozhi lowered his head and sighed, "Let's talk about it." ”

"Back then, your mother was a well-known talented girl and my eldest sister who I loved since I was a child, and I still remember Shaoxiu who came in every dream, with an indescribable purity and refinement, and she carried a tulle Qiluo skirt. The body is graceful, and the long jet-black hair is as smooth as a waterfall and as soft as silk. The green silk is loosely curled, the oblique fork beads are combined, and the silver star is lined with the moon. Moreover, the eyes are like ethereal, the lips are like cherry petals, pure and innocent.

Dressed like snow, black as ink, long and jade, smooth and gorgeous. The slightly upturned face is delicate and clear, and the calm and gentle black eyes overflow with unwavering indifference, but it is as unfathomable as the deep sea, and her favorite thing is to play the piano.

I only listen to the sound of the piano rising in a curling stream, like a murmur, like a whisper, tactfully lingering, rippling in the air with small ripples. Gently swept down the end note, the snow yarn rose, looking up along the blue-white embroidered silver-trimmed skirt, the sleeves fluttered in the wind, gently raised with the passage of rhyme, and then fell gracefully, beautiful as a mirage.

The white dress fluttered in the wind, the hem rose and fell, and the jet-black hair reflected the sun-like color. The ethereal eyes twinkled like stars, and the eyelashes fluttered softly. The furry silhouette reveals a transcendent worldliness, and everyone in the audience is excited. The corners of his mouth smile delicately, with the purity of pear blossoms and the splendor of cherry blossoms. (To be continued.) )