The paintings painted on the temple must feel eerie and strange in the eyes of mortals, but for Chen Jing, it really has a role in himself, as if there is a scene in his heart, those who are listed in his hands are turned into demons in the underworld, grabbing themselves, and inflicting all kinds of cruel punishments on themselves, going up the knife mountain, going down to the sea of fire, entering the oil pot, digging out the heart, and digging out the lungs...... Bursts of pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow flooded him like a tidal wave.

No one knew that the wave road mark in Chen Jing's mind was getting thinner and thinner, but it was also getting brighter and brighter, as thin as cicada wings, as bright as a mirror under the sun.

Chen Jing felt that he had become a slender spider silk, he didn't know when he would break off, he didn't know when he would be lost. The only thing that can be done is to let the pain and curse from the body or heart attack unchecked.

However, after such a long time, his consciousness is like a weed in the water waves, which may be broken and washed away by the waves at any time.

He didn't know the time and forgot everything.

Zhao Yuyan stopped at this time, because she had already painted the entire temple with paintings, including the tiles on the temple, which were full of cursed paintings, which were the legendary eighteen layers of hell in the world. Her purpose is to let Chen Jingru, who is in the temple, be in the eighteenth layer of hell, experience reincarnation again and again, and bear the punishment of sins forever.

When Zhao Yuyan finished painting, the big red shrimp said loudly: "What else do you want to do, the eighteen layers of hell have been engraved on that temple by you, isn't it enough?" He thought that this Zhao Yuyan would sneer disdainfully and say that it was not enough, but to his surprise, she actually sighed and said, "Enough, he has fallen into hell." ”

After she finished speaking, she took out a small wooden crane from her arms in the surprised eyes of the big red shrimp, and slowly blew on the side of her mouth, as if she had spit out the resentment in her heart at one time.

The jade crane turned into a handsome white crane, more spiritual than when she rode it, like a real living creature. And the big red shrimp looked at Zhao Yuyan, but she felt in her heart that she was just like a change at this moment, and she didn't know herself.

If she was resentful when she came, and she was devoured alive, then now the resentment on her body seems to have poured out, and it is hazy, so that the big red shrimp can't see her thoughts clearly. However, hearing her say that Chen Jing had fallen into hell, the big red shrimp didn't believe it, and couldn't help but say: "The river god has broken through the underworld, how can you be afraid of falling into hell, you have to leave now, and you won't come back." Although I don't know how to make a big sense, I also know how to be forgiving and forgiving. Although your relatives died at the hands of the river god, it was not the original intention of the river god, how do you know that the river god is in pain in his heart. ”

Zhao Yuyan was silent, and the white crane above her head circled, leading her neck to sing, and the sound reached several miles away. Seeing that she didn't speak, the big red shrimp continued: "You don't know, since you were rescued by Ye Shengu in your Obsidian Prefecture, the River God will never leave Jinghe unless someone invites him. The river god once said: His hands are full of blood, and he is ashamed to see the world. The only wish in this life is to rescue Ye Shengu from Kunlun Mountain, and then he will never leave the Divine Domain, regardless of the chaos in the world. ”

Zhao Yuyan listened quietly, and the big red shrimp continued: "The river god is actually not as cruel and easy to kill as the world says, those are all because of the spell, but despite this, the river god has been trying hard to suppress it, the river god said that if one day he can no longer suppress the curse, he will definitely take himself down and bury himself in the Jing River in front of the temple, let the river wash away, and wash away the bloody sins of his body." ”

Zhao Yuyan looked at the rushing river, as if she saw a rotten head floating in the river waves, the eyeframe that had no eyeballs could no longer be closed with peace of mind, and the eternal eye was washed by the eternal river.

After a while, she said slowly: "He doesn't have to be like this, I don't care about his resentment anymore, he is a god, I hope he doesn't forget his duty, if he really can't let go of his heart and doesn't want to be a sinner, then do good deeds for good people, the so-called good people, everyone respects them, God blesses them, blessings follow, all evils are far away, the gods defend them, what they do will be done, and the gods can hope to ......"

As she spoke, she had risen to sit on the back of the white crane, which hovered over the temple, and the voice spread out in the void, swirling in the wind, and listening to the ears of the big red shrimp was ethereal with a bit of divine color.

A large river that stretches between the green hills. Above a temple in the middle of the long river, a handsome white crane hovers, and the white crane leads its neck to chirp, the sound is clear and melodious, as if it is happy for the owner on its back. The sound was still echoing between heaven and earth, and it had already flapped its wings and flew high with the free wind, flying towards the distant green mountains and white clouds.

In front of the blue-black temple, a big red shrimp like a jujube horse had a black fork and a bright long sword in front of it, and next to it stood a young man in cloth. They looked up at the white crane in the distance.

"How many good deeds should you do to become a god......" the young man in a cloth robe.

This voice was driven by mana, piercing through the clouds, as if to speak to the white clouds above the nine heavens.

A voice came from the depths of the white clouds in the sky: "About 360 million......"

The big red shrimp and Li Yingning looked at each other, and after a long time, the big red shrimp suddenly said: "I can't imagine that I can say that." After a pause, he said: "I must have listened to the river god for a long time, and I have become very good at speaking." ”

Chen Jing was in a trance, as if he couldn't hear anything, but it was like hearing everything in heaven and earth, so the dynamics were concentrated in his eyes and ears.

When Zhao Yuyan disappeared into the depths of the white clouds, he also reached a critical moment.

All he saw was killing!

All he heard was a wail!

His skin was bloody!

What he paid for in his mouth was all misery!

All he thought in his heart was iniquity!

All kinds of cruel punishments in the netherworld and hell were inflicted on Chen Jing's body, his eyes were gouged out and placed on the fire to roast, but his eyes could still see that his nose, ears, and tongue had been cut off. Seeing his heart gouged out and soaked in filth, maggots crawling up and down his heart, some burrowing into his veins. He felt the pain in his heart.

His eyes saw that his internal organs had been pulled out, and the bones of his body had been ground under the grinding stone, and they had been ground into a mass of flesh and blood.

It's just that his consciousness is still there, and life and death are probably like this.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he became more and more confused, and he had forgotten that he was actually a god of flesh, and only thought that he was already dead, and he was tortured in the underworld and hell. He thought about it all his life, and the scene in front of him changed, and a table appeared in front of him, and there was a green lamp on the left corner of the table, he only felt that the green lamp was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

In the middle of the table was a thick book, and the light could not read the words on it. On the other side of the table is a pitch-black inkstone with a brush of the same lacquer resting on it.

The darkness behind the table was like an abyss, and the light of the green lamp shone into it and was swallowed, and a pair of hands reached into the darkness in the darkness, and then he knew that there was someone in the darkness. The hands were snow-white, without a trace of blood. Chen Jing couldn't see this person's face clearly, only saw the hands slowly flipping open the book on the table, and then he heard a soul-stirring voice sound: "What kind of creature is standing in the hall." ”

Chen Jing's six senses were full of this question, as if the waves were crashing on the shore, and when his six senses became a little clearer, the person standing next to him had already finished answering, but he didn't hear how the person next to him answered.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the person behind the table holding a black brush resting on the inkstone, and the book on the table was deleted and written, and at the same time I heard this person say: "Such a sinful person should enter the reincarnation for thousands of years, and he will not be able to live forever." ”

In Chen Jing's heart, the sentence "Forever must not be born" echoed.

He wanted to argue a few words in his heart, but suddenly it occurred to him that since this was the case, it would be useless to say more. Taking a deep breath, he gave up on the original only trace of clarity, and in an instant, his thoughts were confined to complete chaos, and all the memories of rejection came to his mind, including those things he had done when the spell had taken over his consciousness.

In the past, he never thought that it was done by himself, but at the moment he relaxed, he thought: "I did all this, I am guilty, everything is done by me, and no matter how much I argue, I can't change those facts." ”

At this time, another voice sounded in my heart, and it seemed to come from nowhere, and I don't know where it came from: "If you can't hold a place of eternal holiness in your heart, then try to contain those sins." ”

"This is the voice of the old swordsman!"

Even when the memory of the demon came to his heart, the memory of the old swordsman taking him to deceive thousands of mountains and rivers did not appear, as if it did not exist at all. And now the voice of the old swordsman has appeared. At the same time, a picture emerged, the old swordsman took Chen Jing to walk the crowded streets, he walked in front, Chen Jing followed behind, and only the background and gray hair of the old swordsman could be seen.

"Those who keep their hearts and uphold virtue, if they have great perseverance and great opportunities, they will definitely have great achievements. However, this is not the only one, and if one day you can't keep your heart, try to accommodate it. The reason why the rising sea is big is that it can accommodate rivers. If one day, when you can do it without caring about keeping it, without losing your heart, then it is the beginning of the Tao. ”

The old swordsman's voice was steady, but it was engraved in his heart like an imprint.