The golden light is dazzling, and some people can't open their eyes.

In stark contrast to this bright and peaceful Buddha light, there is the resentment escaping from the cracks in the stone gate.

Even if there are banners and all kinds of talisman seals.

But standing in front of the stone gate, everyone could still feel that behind the stone gate, there was a terrible cold aura escaping from it.

There seems to be something terrifying inside.

It makes people feel like the hairs on their whole body stand on end.

After being suppressed for thousands of years, Du Zhankui's resentment is still so deep that it makes people feel cold.

"Fellow donors, do you really want to enter this reincarnation gate?"

"There is a big ominous thing in this, once you go in, I am afraid that when the time comes, life and death will be easy, and then you want to turn back, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky. ”

Looking at the seal on the stone door, Huijue looked sad and said softly.

At this point, it was impossible to persuade them to turn back.

Even so, he was just doing his best.

But for his words, Kou Sui didn't seem to hear it.

He simply walked straight towards the stone gate, and then reached out and grasped the hilt of the bronze sword, as if to draw it and split the strip.

However, unexpectedly, when Kou Sui walked to the stone gate, the stripes on the stone gate flashed gold, and the Buddha's light turned into an old figure in front of the stone gate.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

This figure was dressed in tattered clothes, with a sad expression and a vicissitudes of life.

His back was slightly stiff and he looked old.

Seeing the old monk appear in front of the stone gate, many ghost-faced knights all looked slightly condensed.

Kou Sui also showed a vigilant look.

Only Huijue, looking at the appearance of this old monk, was full of unprecedented consternation,

"Master?!"

He blurted out.

Yes, the person in front of him is not Huijue's master, a Guangfa monk.

Huijue looked at his master blankly, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Hearing Hui Jue's words, the many Ghost Riders present were also unconsciously surprised.

Unlike Huijue's surprised expression, Monk Guangfa seemed to have anticipated Huijue's arrival.

The sad look on his face narrowed slightly, showed a smile, then looked at Hui Jue, and said,

"If there is a cause, there is an effect, and if there is an effect, there is a cause, and the cause produces the fruit, and the cause is the cause in the fruit, Huijue, you are here, then this thing, it's time to give it to you. ”

The old man's compassionate voice was endless, but the banner on the door was together with the Buddha light incarnation of the Guangfa monk, turning into a golden light and falling on Huijue's hand.

The golden light disappeared, but it was a yellowed document that was half-folded.

There are many small characters written on the document in small seals.

Looking at it, at the beginning of the right, it is written that the Great Qin Cangzhou Rite Department is the degree of participation.

Then you can see many seals, as well as the name of the Guangfa monk, the time and place of the monk, the temple where the order was placed, and so on.

"Master's degree!"

Huijue's heart moved slightly.

And in his ears, the words of the master Guangfa monk sounded again, as if there was compassion, as if there was a sigh,

"Idiot, since you have come here, it is caused by the fate, and this is the case, so you will take this degree and go to the Fahua Temple in Cangzhou, ...... north."

The voice of the Guangfa monk suddenly sounded and then dispersed.

Only Huijue was left looking at the Du Muwen in his hand, and sighed unconsciously.

After sighing, Huijue cleaned up his mind, then put his palm together, bowed slightly to Du Mu, and then turned his palm to put away the text in his hand.

Seeing Huijue put away his degree, Kou Sui, who had been watching Huijue, retracted his gaze and turned his head to open the stone gate again.

As soon as the seal was closed, the ban on the stone gate seemed to be opened.

From the stone gate, a cold and biting cold aura escaped.

These escaping cold and evil qi are flickering, like ghost hands constantly clinging, as if they want to drag everything into hell.

However, in the face of the cold aura escaping from the stone gate, Kou Sui didn't seem to feel it.

He just kept his face calm, walked to the front of the stone door, then stretched out his hand, stuck it on the stone door, and then pushed hard!

Call!

In the closed passage, a cold wind suddenly blew.

The yin wind was howling, and in the air, it seemed like a ghost was crying, which made people feel cold.

The cold wind froze through his heart, and the yin wind blew, and the scattered hair on Kou Sui's face was blown to the ground.

And among the people behind Kou Sui, many of them couldn't help but shudder.

This yin wind blows to the soul.

The people present, even if their martial arts are good, where can they stop the yin wind from blowing their souls.

"Amitabha!"

Huijue recited a Buddha name, and from his body, the Buddha's light rose.

The soft Buddha light spread out, dispelling the coldness a little.

At this moment, everyone can see that after the stone door is pushed open,

Behind the stone gate, there is a lake!

There was no water in the lake, only a deep, dark mist.

These mist exuded an incomparably cold and ominous aura, like the death of the underworld.

And in the middle of the lake, there is a large array.

It is also a bit inappropriate to say that it is a large array, but that one after another small bridges with the same winding winding are standing in the middle of the lake.

These small bridges twist and turn and connect with each other, forming an eerie large array.

At the junction of the small bridge, there are one after another pavilions with strange styles.

The pavilions were all pointed and octagonal, with a bell hanging from each eaves and a series of scripture banners hanging down.

In addition, all of these pavilions have a plaque hanging on them.

"Tongue Pulling Hell!"

"Scissor hell!"

"Iron Tree Hell!"

......

"Iceberg hell!"

"Knife and saw hell!"

Eighteen layers of hell!

All of these plaques bear the names of the eighteen layers of hell.

On the curved bridge, the dark and cold black air diffuses, and the eighteen octagonal pavilions exude a terrifying atmosphere.

As for the situation inside the pavilion, it was deep and hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Eighteen pavilions stand on the bridge, forming a special and strange large array, and among these large arrays, in the center of the lake, is a black whirlpool.

From the eighteen pavilions, there are chains extending out and going deep into the whirlpool, as if the black whirlpool is sealed here.

And in the black vortex, it can't help but exude an incomparably terrifying ferocious aura!

"Monk, what is this?"

Seeing this, the Ghost Rider Leader Kou Sui had a grim face, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha. ”

Huijue's face was also grim.

He looked at the big array in the middle of the lake seriously, and then spoke,

"If the little monk didn't guess wrong, the headless corpse demon was mostly suppressed in the whirlpool in the middle of the lake, but if he wanted to get into the whirlpool, he had to pass over this bridge. ”

"What if you don't walk on the bridge?"

At this time, Kou Sui asked rhetorically, his gaze unconsciously looking at the deep black gas in the lake.