The commander raised his eyebrows lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but when he thought that he was Cui Juan's apprentice, he still stopped what he wanted to say and changed it to "King Bian Cheng has official business, and it is difficult to alarm the prince in ordinary things." If you can, you can tell me why you are asking to see the prince, and maybe I can help you a little. ”

Di Ming blinked his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "I want to ask how a large number of unjust souls can enter the underworld, so that they can return to their normal sequence and be reincarnated. ”

The commander's heart "chuckled" for a moment, and then said, "This is a bit difficult to do!" Don't you know how many unjust souls this city has to receive in a day? How many unjust souls are detained? How many unjust souls are tried? How many unjust souls have not been able to be distributed and reincarnated? ”

Di Ming shook his head very directly, his eyes were very clear, not like he was deliberately causing trouble.

The Commander sighed and said, "If one or two Commanders can still think of a way, but you are talking about a batch, do you understand?" It takes a long time just to register these unjust souls, search the files, and check the trial, and if there are some of them who have been seriously wronged, they will be held in solitary confinement, in short, it is very troublesome! ”

"Is there no way? I don't think this little thing will be difficult for you. Di Ming threw out his honeypot, hoping to get the Commander to continue.

"Haha, that's too. Let me count the time! During this time, the Venerable Muren, who assisted the Jizo King Bodhisattva, happened to open an altar in the city of vain death to preach the Dharma, so you can go there and try your luck. With a bit of luck, your business can be solved. The commander put on a high-ranking posture and shook his head.

"Thank you for your advice, and when I go back, I will definitely return your generosity to Master." Di Ming said with a polite smile and arched his hand.

"Oops, that's so kind. He has a lot of things to do, and when he's not busy, just mention me. "The Commander was very happy and thought that Emperor Ming was on the road.

Di Ming bowed his hand to the commander again, asked for a specific direction, and then turned to leave.

As he got closer and closer to his destination, there were more and more unjust souls gathered here, and Di Ming didn't want to use some means, but he had no choice but to have a tight time, so he had to take out the identity token of the bad and open a way forward.

His Holiness Muren was a long man, and although he was now sitting cross-legged on the pulpit, he could still see it. He had a square face, big ears, and a resolute countenance, and every time he finished a verse, a golden lotus would appear behind him, and then turn into ethereal golden sand and scatter with the wind.

His Holiness saw Emperor Ming, but he did not stop preaching because of Emperor Ming's appearance, but his meaning had already reached Emperor Ming's divine consciousness.

He was the first to see a real arhat explaining the scriptures, and he knew that the Venerable Muren was one of the ten disciples of the Buddha, with great powers and superb Dharma.

He slowly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, relaxed his body, calmed down, and listened attentively.

Strange to say, I don't know how long it took, Di Ming felt that his divine consciousness had drifted out of his body for the first time, and his soul was out of his body. He knew that this was the fusion of his soul and spirit, but this kind of realm Master had said that it was not something that he could have now.

Just when Di Ming was puzzled, a purifying Sanskrit voice sounded in his ears, "Di Ming, do you really understand?" ”

Di Ming didn't know whose voice it was, but he quickly reacted, there was only one person who could have such great magical powers now, and only he could do it.

"I came because I didn't understand, and I came because I understood."

"If you don't understand, you don't understand, why don't you understand?"

"The Bodhisattva said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, remember that in the eighth article of the scriptures, it is mentioned that the Bodhisattva is the king of great ghosts, in life and death, he supports all sentient beings, and the number of people and heavens cannot be infinite. I understand that.

I'm not a bodhisattva, but if I can follow the example of a bodhisattva and suffer for them in hell and be them, I wonder if I can alleviate their sins and enter samsara as soon as possible. This is something I don't understand. ”

"It's good to have this awareness, but there is still something that can be put into action, you look here!"

As soon as the words fell, sixteen pictures appeared in front of Di Ming's eyes, and painful wails were heard from time to time in the pictures.

"This is the sixteen small prisons under the jurisdiction of King Bian Cheng, would you like to go to one of them and suffer from purgatory there?"

Di Ming did not answer immediately, but after looking back and forth at sixteen pictures, he chose one of them.

He pointed to the image and said, "I'm willing to go to this hell, I think I can hold it." ”

"The tenth place in the sixteen small prisons is a small hell, okay, since it is your choice, then go in time!"

Before the words were gone, Di Ming felt that the surrounding scene had changed drastically, and he came to a dark space, there was no light around him, and he really couldn't see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand.

At this time, I felt that I was not out of my body, but really standing here.

"Strange, it should be hot in here, literally! Why is it so cool? Di Ming unconsciously touched the back of his head, and said to himself in some surprise.

Not long after he finished speaking, he saw a large red dot appear not far away, and this red dot is now the only light source in this space.

There are more and more red dots, and the red dots are moving in their own direction.

After a few breaths, Di Ming finally saw the true face of those red dots, each red dot was a silkworm the length of an adult's little thumb, their whole body was red and shiny, glowing with a faint red light.

Unlike the silkworms of the world, they have a pair of pincers on their backs.

Just as Di Ming was about to catch one to study, this piece of silkworm suddenly rioted, and they jumped on Di Ming's body one after another, and drilled into the cracks.

Fortunately, Di Ming was wearing modern clothes, and there were not many gaps. After those silkworms just covered Di Ming's whole body, there was no other movement.

It was only at this time that Emperor Ming knew that the pair of pliers born by this silkworm was used to clamp himself.

Di Ming, who had just put his mind at ease, didn't take a while, and the panic in his heart instantly skyrocketed. Because the residue that covered one's body began to emit heat continuously, and this heat was enough to be like burnt carbon in the end.

The pain and burning sensation began to come continuously, and the mushy smell of meat continued to waft out, and the sound of "Nga Ya" came and went.

Di Ming gritted his teeth, but he didn't make a sound, this little hell of mulberry fire baking in Ming'er is like this. The silkworms that eat mulberry are used as carbon and are constantly baked.

"Why aren't you dizzy! Isn't it often shown on TV, and when people are tortured, they will faint? I don't know anything when I get dizzy. But how can I become more and more sober, and feel more and more painful charcoal-roasted torture! I never want to eat barbecue again! ”

Di Ming's heart was screaming, not that his mouth didn't want to make a sound, but that he was now completely exhausted.

Finally, Di Ming erupted, and he let out a heart-rending shout "Ah! ”

Then, to his surprise, he really fainted.

When he woke up, he found that his body had fully recovered, even his clothes were in good condition, and it felt like a dream he had just experienced.

Emperor Ming sat cross-legged and began to recall the knowledge about Hell that he had previously written about. When he finished recalling, a dense cold sweat was already oozing from his back.

"No, it won't! Charcoal grilling Emperor Ming will continue! Let me take a break for a while! Since I have made a choice, I will not regret it. ”

Di Ming made a decision and gladly accepted the reality he was going to face.

In this way, the fire silkworm came and went, went and came, and Di Ming didn't know how many times he had been tested, anyway, he would let out a miserable scream at the end, and then fainted directly.

Just when Di Ming was getting used to it, this time he was faint again. In an instant, he was awakened by a force, although the fire silkworm had receded, but the space around him was indeed a heat wave, scorching.

Sadly, my body is still scorched and mushy. Under the rolling of this heat wave, the original healing blood scab cracked open again, and blood flowed out again.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to the heart, it's really impossible to survive, can't die.

This time it is no longer the charcoal roasting of the fire silkworms, but the roasting of the entire space. Although this temperature is not as good as that of the fire silkworm, this is a duet! First, the heat of the ground, and then the baking of the air.

Di Ming felt like he had been put in the microwave this time, baked like a roast chicken. At the same time, I am also admiring God in my heart, it turns out that the microwave oven has long been used and developed, but it is the ghost who is right.

The sound of "woo woo woo" sounded, and Di Ming originally wanted to laugh, but due to the damage to the articulatory organs, he could only laugh like crying now.

"It hurts, it hurts," Di Ming shouted, and sat up.

He found himself in the space once again intact. He took a deep breath, sat stupidly for a while, and then said with relief as if he had realized something: "The Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva, just this small prison, I feel that it is difficult to get through, the Bodhisattva has gone to many purgatory!"

Everyone in the world knows the greatness of the Bodhisattva, but who has truly felt the suffering that the Bodhisattva has experienced! Fortunately, I am one of them today, and I must survive this test no matter what, and win the qualification for them to be reincarnated! ”

In the place where Di Ming couldn't see, Venerable Mulian let out a shallow smile, he had been watching silently here, as long as Di Ming had a trace of cowardice and cowardice in his heart, then his trip to the underworld would be a complete failure.

What is worth celebrating is that he did not let the Bodhisattva down, did not disappoint His Holiness, did not disappoint Cui Pan, and did not let himself have regrets or even regrets

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