After living in Chanqing Temple for several days, Yun Duruo would bring me the bowl of blood-red medicine every night, and after a few days, my eyes no longer stinged, and gradually began to be a little clearer, it has been delayed for so long, I am still worried about the case, the prince will stay in the temple for a while, and Yun Duruo and I plan to go back first.

The prince sent us to the mountain gate, and he no longer seemed to be as calm as before, as if he had something on his mind and kept looking at Yun Duruo.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him." I smiled and said to the prince.

"Brother, go back, I know how to deal with it, don't worry about his eye disease." Yun Duruo said disapprehantly.

The prince didn't say a word I saw him sigh silently, I couldn't tell if it was for me or for Yun Duruo, when I went back, Nangong Yi hadn't come back yet, Han Yu was walking out with a big bag of things, and he was relieved to see me.

"Just in time to come back, help me hold these."

What Han Yu handed over to me was a painted Taoist talisman and a large handful of incense candles, pulling us out in a hurry, telling me and Yun Duruo, today is a big day, don't delay.

On the way, I asked Han Yu where Nangong Yi went, and he said that there has been no progress in the case so far, and the five people who died in succession were all tattoos on their chests, which should all be related to Genghis Khan's mausoleum, but the intersection between these five people is very vague, there must be something that connects these people, Nangong Yi wants to investigate everyone's background to see if she can find any connections.

The place where Han Yu took us turned out to be a temple, standing at the door and seeing the plaque that said Beidi Temple, there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming in and out.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously.

"Of course, I burned incense when I saw the temple." Han Yu replied while giving us incense candles.

"Pak Tai Temple? Who is the Northern Emperor, I have never seen you so pious. I looked up at the plaque in surprise and asked.

"The Northern Emperor is the Great Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty, and the head of the Hades Division is the sect of ghosts in the world. All living beings and the like go to hell after death, and their souls are all under the jurisdiction of Emperor Xudu, and the ghosts are punished for the sins they committed in life. Han Yu said to Yun Duruo and me while lighting incense. Taoist disciples generally worship the Emperor Xudu only after the death of their relatives and when they have passed the soul. ”

"Why did you suddenly come to the Beidi Temple to burn incense?" Yun Duruo asked in surprise.

"Today is the birthday of the Northern Emperor, what I usually do is to kill demons and eliminate demons, and I don't come to worship on the birthday of the Northern Emperor."

I just remembered that before I went to Zenqing Temple, I called Han Yu to go with him, and he said that there was something important to do, which was what he originally meant.

"Bye-bye, be religious." Han Yu reminded him seriously. "You are not as good as before, and the cases you take over are not ordinary and simple, especially you Rong Yan, you deal with dead people every day, and you do the same thing as Beidi."

Seeing what Han Yu said, Yun Duruo and I looked at each other and stopped talking nonsense, each took the incense candle and followed Han Yu into the temple, the Beidi Temple is very different from other temples, they are all solemn but eerie.

The scale of this Beidi Temple is very large, there are three palaces and nine mansions, the palace is like a heavenly court, the ghost emperor sits here, unites hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods, there are seventy-five divisions in the temple, each division is responsible for the function of collecting and chasing ghosts, and telling ghosts to enter and exit, and there are many gods in the temple Han Yu worships all the way in, it is rare to see him so pious, and I and Yun Duruo dare not speak after following behind.

After worshipping the Beidi Temple, I couldn't straighten my waist, Han Yu put the last stick of incense in his hand into the incense burner and bowed, got up, looked at us with a long sigh of relief, frowned, and his eyes fell on Yun Duruo.

"Why do you look so bad?"

I just turned around to look at Yun Duruo, her face was pale as paper, and her spirit was not very good, and I also asked with concern.

"What's the matter, it's rare to see you look sick like this."

"It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired from running around for days, just take a break." Yun Duruo replied with a faint smile.

Seeing Yun Duruo like this, I was very worried, seeing that Han Yu was going to go back after worshipping the Beidi Temple, and when he left, he passed through the corridor of the side hall, there were many statues on both sides, and in front of us was a person kneeling on the ground in pain, two green-faced fangs and upper body ** ghosts stood next to him with teeth and claws, one of the ghosts pry open the man's mouth and dragged out a long tongue, and the other ghost cha held the iron tongs in his hand and grabbed the man's tongue and pulled it out.

"This is used to punish those who have done evil in their lives, and after death they will be punished differently in the underworld according to different sins, which is the eighteen layers of hell that you often hear about." Han Yu looked at me and stayed on it for a long time to explain to me.

"So there are eighteen different levels of hell?" Yun Duruo was obviously a little curious.

"The eighteen layers of hell do not refer to the layers of hell up to the eighteenth layer, hell is not divided into levels, but is described according to the degree of suffering of time and the size of the area, but the world misunderstands." Han Yu shook his head and said to Yun Duruo. "The Prince's Buddhists collectively refer to the hell that never transcends rebirth as the Infernal Hell, which means that suffering is uninterrupted and cannot rest for a second, and eternal suffering refers to never being reborn, and the eighteenth layer of hell suffers for an extremely long time, calculated by the number of calamities, astronomical."

"And what kind of hellish criminal law is this?" I asked, pointing to the sculpture in front of me.

"This is the Tongue Pulling Hell, one of the eighteen layers of the First Hell." Han Yu explained to us unhurriedly. "Whoever is alive sow discord, slander and harm others, flamboyant tongues, clever arguments, lie and deceive others, and after death is sent to the hell of pulling out his tongue, the imp breaks the mouth of the person who comes, clamps the tongue with iron tongs, and plucks it out alive."

I couldn't help but shudder, and the thought of torture was a little creepy, and a few steps further, the sculptures were vividly depicting the shocking penal law.

Yun Duruo stopped in front of a sculpture in front of him, and there were also two ghosts, the people were tied to the pillars, and the two ghosts were cutting the flesh from the person's body with knives, and the ground was covered with blood and flesh, and the man's body was full of holes and the skeleton was exposed.

"What kind of criminal law is this?"

"This is the fifteenth layer of the eighteen layers of hell, which is called the hell of punishment, and it is a hell of great sin, and the sinner is a person who digs graves before he is born, and after he dies, he will be sent to the hell of punishment, and the punishment is a thousand cuts." Han Yu blurted out.

Yun Duruo nodded thoughtfully, we have walked for a long time in this short corridor, and almost every sculpture stopped to listen to Han Yu explain to us, and when he was about to leave, Yun Duruo suddenly said lightly.

"It looks like retribution."

"Retribution? What retribution? I turned my head to look at Yun Duruo in surprise.

"Have you forgotten Liu Weiming, his body was found in the mausoleum, and he was killed by a thousand knives, didn't Han Yu say just now, those who dig up the grave will be punished after death." Yun Duruo looked back at the sculptures and said casually. "Is Liu Weiming's death the same as the retribution he will receive?"

"That's just a coincidence." Han Yu said with a faint smile.

After a few steps forward, I gradually stopped, Yun Duruo and Han Yu turned their heads only to find that I was lagging behind, and saw me standing in place without saying a word and walked over to ask me what was wrong.

I frowned and walked quickly back to the corridor we had just passed, quickly searching among the sculptures, and finally stopped in front of a statue.

"Yuzi, what layer of hell is this?"

The statue I pointed to was a man lying on the ground with a painful expression, his body was bloody and his stomach was rotten, and his body was trampled by several fire oxen.

"This is the tenth level of hell, which is called the Bull Pit Hell, which is a hell of revenge for livestock, and all living people abuse the animals at will, and when they die, they go to the Ox Pit Hell." Han Yu said to me unhurriedly. "After death, when he was thrown into the pit, countless oxen attacked, the horns were topped, the hooves were trampled, the body of the ox was on fire, and it burned to ashes when it was touched."

"Cow Pit Hell......" I frowned even more and repeated the words in my mouth.

"What's wrong?" Han Yu and Yun Duruo asked curiously.

Without answering, I continued to search the sculpture with an anxious expression, and finally stopped in front of a sculpture, where two imps nailed one person to the wooden plank, and sawed the person from top to bottom with a knife and saw.

"What hell is this?" I asked in an accentuated tone.

"Knife and saw hell, cut corners and deceive the superiors and subordinates, and buy and sell unfairly, after death, they will be sent to the knife and saw hell." Han Yu pointed to the person who made the sculpture and said to me. "This is what you saw, stripped off the clothes of the visitor, tied them in a large zigzag shape to four wooden stakes, starting from the crotch to the head, and sawed them to death."

Seeing my mouth slowly opening, Han Yu became more and more puzzled, and pulled the corner of my clothes to ask what was wrong.

Before I could speak, Yun Duruo was stunned, she turned around and looked everywhere in the corridor, and finally stopped I walked over with Han Yu, and Yun Duruo said with a solemn face.

"Is this a steamer hell?"

"I learned quite quickly, yes, this is the steamer hell, after death, people are thrown into the steamer hell, put into the steamer to steam, not only that, after steaming, the cold wind blows, and the body is reshaped and continues to be punished again and again."

"The Fuso people are not randomly choosing the way to kill." Yun Duruo and I glanced at each other, presumably she had already thought of it. "Liu Weiming was cut by a thousand knives, because he robbed the tomb during his lifetime, and Jin Chengyi was trampled by the herd, he was a butcher slaughtering livestock, and Xie Tong ......"

"Xie Tong is a mouthful!" Han Yu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the steamer sculpture next to him. "So he's put in a steamer!"

Ge Xiaobai was skinned and Zheng Yue was sawed in half from top to bottom by a sawmill, these are the criminal laws in the eighteenth layer of hell, and the Fusang people are killing these people according to the settings and rules of the eighteenth layer of hell.

No wonder there is a number left next to the body of each deceased, and if our inference is correct, the criminal law of the eighteen-story place means that the Fuso people have to kill eighteen people!

The last one to die was Zheng Yue, and his number was five, which meant that there were thirteen more people who were in danger and would be hunted at any time.