Why am I here, this is not the temple, what the hell is this place?

Countless questions arose in my mind, and as I slowly adapted to the dim surroundings, I found that I could vaguely see something clearly. In fact, it is like the sun has not risen in the early morning, and the world is chaotic, and the gray is unreal.

At this time, I finally noticed that the Buddha light outside my body seemed to have disappeared at some point, and even the wooden fish and Buddha beads in my hand were completely gone.

So I started fumbling my way forward, trying to see where it was and what was going on.

The ground beneath my feet should feel like it's mostly soil, and I occasionally stepped on some rocks, but as I progressed, I noticed that there were more and more stones, and the slope ahead was getting bigger and bigger.

It's supposed to be heading up the mountain, but that's fine, at least you can see farther up the hill and check out the environment.

One step, two steps...... As I walked forward, I felt the smell of blood in the air getting heavier and the wind seemed to be getting stronger.

I finally braved the strong wind and endured the disgusting breath, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

Seeing this scene in front of me made me shu......dder in my heart, because what caught my eyes at this time was the eighteenth layer of hell I had seen before, that is, the scene of the knife and saw hell, and the bloody breath I smelled before was the blood flowing from the countless figures below being sawed down, and those disgusting breaths were the fecal soup in the intestines that flowed out, and the red and yellow liquid flowed down intertwined. Slowly, it converged into a small stream full of filth at his feet. If so, it may not be shocking, but what I saw before me was a whole endless stretch of mountains and canyons, and on the other side of the mountain, all of them stood side by side on the ground with dark red wooden stakes, on which countless naked humanoid spirits were tied. Around every ten stakes, there will be two ghost-like yaksha and evil spirits, holding knives and saws, sawing a person from head to toe, and the speed of the whole process is slowed to an extremely slow degree, as if they want to make these evil spirits in front of them suffer from the criminal law. Some of these souls are head-up, some are head-down, but the screams are exactly the same terrible, especially the ghost whose head was sawed first, even if the mouth is divided into two pieces, but it is still cursing and crying, and when the soul is completely sawed in half, it is completely silent. After that, the Nakshatra will move on to the second one.

And don't think that the soul that had been tortured before would be liberated by this, what I saw at that time was that the soul gradually turned into a blurry white light, visible to the naked eye, and the previous scars slowly recovered, and then when I came back to my senses, I would find that this soul appeared on the stake again with a frightened face, waiting for the next torture of the Yakshas.

And so, the Yaksha tirelessly imposed the penal punishment on a one-man villain, as if seeking long-overdue justice for the beings in the yang world who were suffering for what they had done.

Beneath each stake was the yellow and red liquid that meandered down, gradually converging into a stream, flowing beyond the valley, and then converging with other streams to form a river of blood. Meandering and eventually flowing to an unknown place. Bursts of black smoke rose from this river of blood, like smoke and dust, and kept drifting towards the sky, slowly converging into the thick cumulus clouds in the air, and the whole front of the eyes was full of countless rivers of this blood, as well as countless evil ghost yakshas.

At this time, I dare to guarantee that the evil ghosts here are countless times more than all the evil ghosts in the eighteen layers of hell maps outside combined, maybe in those pictures, I can't really draw all of these evil ghosts, but at this time I am in it, what I see is such a terrible hellish scene.

However, I quickly became indifferent, because maybe in the seventeen layers of hell, each of them should have so many evil ghosts, but because of the reason that I was inside and outside the map, I could only see a corner of Lushan outside.

I actually have some speculation about how I got into this painting.

Dreamland...... All this in front of me should be an illusion that the yin has laid on me to face, maybe it is not an illusion, but another world, but no matter what, since I have decided to do what I have in mind, I can't sink like this anymore.

I opened my eyes wide and carefully observed the countless demons and yaksha below, and slowly observed their movements one by one, and finally let me find a clue...... These so-called evil ghosts are all like pre-arranged plays, constantly repeating this action over and over again, some in pain, some laughing wildly, and some loudly invective......

Among them, I saw a man almost pleading with a red-haired ghost in front of him, but he was directly ignored by the ghost, and a few breaths were sawed in half.

Then, after a while, he pleaded with the same ghost again, and the same scene happened over and over again.

After all, everything evolved by the fake spirit Yin Spirit is not as good as the real hell scene. If it were ordinary people, how many dared to watch those people being sawn in half one by one. But in my case, I soon discovered that there was a very unusual place in the midst of this group of ghosts that kept repeating one thing.

It was in a very secluded part of this hell that I saw a well. A dry well on the top of a hill should have been a very ordinary well, but in my eyes it was completely different, because this well, both in style and appearance, was exactly the same as the one in the courtyard of the temple. If you want to say why there is a well in this hell that is exactly the same as in that temple, how can such a thing not attract my attention?

At that time, although I could clearly see the well, it was separated from it by countless evil ghosts, and it was impossible to walk through it, and I knew this better than anyone else. But I have my own way of solving the current dilemma......

I bowed my head and began to chant the scriptures, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds began to form golden runes one after another around me. As soon as these runes appeared, I seemed to see the dry well on the opposite hill that seemed to shake violently.