Subsequently, Xu Sijin was tortured in different small hells in this shouting hell. Specifically, there are 16 small hells, including the iron sand hell of kneeling, the hell of-soaked mud, the hell of grinding and pushing and bleeding, the hell of pulling out the tongue and piercing the cheeks, the hell of pincering the mouth with needles, the hell of cutting the kidneys and rats, the hell of snaring locusts, the hell of pounding the pulp, the hell of beating the cracked skin, the hell of closing the throat with fire, the hell of baking with firewood, the hell of frying the intestines and burning the marrow, the hell of cow trampling on horses, the hell of shaving the face with copper and iron, the hell of shaving the face with ribs and iron, the hell of shaving fat through ribs and bones, and the hell of pouring body in boiling soup.

Of course, not every hell has to be punished, and only the sins committed during his lifetime correspond to the punishment of this hell.

But they are generally thrown into this big hell, and most of the punishments in the 16 small hells have received half of them, and Xu Sijin is no exception. His sinful soul lived and died and died and lived and lived and lived in the extraordinary course of the torture, and even he himself could not remember how many times he had died and how many times he had lived.

The only thing I remember clearly is that any suffering in hell is thousands of times worse than the suffering in the world, so the suffering in the world is insignificant.

Even if someone in the world is cut by a knife and is not in the vital part, he will not die for a moment, but he will inevitably die in two or three moments, or two or three days, and he will lose consciousness and feel no pain when he dies. Suffering in hell is different, let's just say that the guilty soul Xu Sijin was tortured in hell in boiling soup!

The pain of this boiling soup was abnormal, and his spirit passed out. After a while, Yin Cha cast a spell to bring it back to life, and he continued to receive the same pain as the Yang world being drenched in boiling soup, that is to say, the pain felt by the dead spirit body is similar to that felt by the living body. There are many and cruel ways to punish souls in the underworld, and they are not weaker than the yang world at all, and they can be said to be too much.

It can be expected that in hell, will the suffering ghosts still be able to take advantage? And this kind of torture is not a matter of a moment or a half, but repeats it for hundreds of years, and many are not clear, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of millions of years, and the long period of suffering in hell can be described in the word "eternal calamity".

Therefore, people who live in the yang world must not do bad things and damage yin morality, even if others do not find out when they are alive, and they are not punished by the laws of the country, but when the life limit of the person is up, the body is dead, and the spirit body is still there, then I'm sorry, black and white impermanence will immediately arrest you and judge you in the underworld.

Some people are even caught and tortured in the underworld before they are even dead. If the soul is captured, the person will soon die, which is a grave sin; If the crime is light, the captured soul will be released back after the sentence is completed, which is called returning yang. At this time, the body of the sinful soul is still alive in the world, but it is sick for no reason, and it is a serious illness.

Some diseases are outside the body, and some diseases are inside. During that time, the soul of a man was caught in the underworld to be tortured, and Yin Cha beat his spirit on the back with a quinoa rod, and his back in the yang world festered inexplicably, and he could not be cured.

When his soul returned to yang, the scar on his back was healed. And some diseases in the body are the same, as long as the soul is yang, the disease in the body will also be cured.

As for those who die naturally, once their souls go to hell to suffer, the severity of their sins is far away, and the lesser sins can of course leave as soon as possible. But in general, it is better not to go to hell after death, so I advise the world: when you are alive, you should accumulate more virtue and do good, even if you can't do it, you can do nothing bad, and living can protect the body from wisdom, and after death, you can also save the spirit from destruction.

Time flies like a white horse, and thousands of years have passed, Xu Sijin, who has been sentenced to hell at the end of his sentence, was reincarnated again, and became an honest and responsible farmer in the Jiangnan region of the Eastern Land Kingdom, surnamed Ma and named. He is as good as his name, and he is very benevolent.

Because his family was not wealthy, he failed to go on to higher education after junior high school and went out to work. Speaking of going out to work, in fact, before going out of the countryside, I worked in the quarry four kilometers away from Majiazhuang, mainly to get the blasted stones on the mountain to the kiln yard to load the kiln and burn lime, and repeat this kind of thing every day.

He can endure hardships and stand hard work, unlike other young people who can't work for a few days, and he can't endure this hardship and runs away. He was able to settle down, and the boss liked him very much, and after working for a long time, the boss picked a light thing for him to do. That is, to be the chief of affairs, to provide food for a dozen or so people in the quarry.

The dozen or so people, though all local southerners, were just as fond of eating the big, steaming white buns made in one of the town's restaurants, not only in the morning but also in the evening.

Ma Yi would carry a basket covered with a flower towel to the restaurant in the town at four o'clock in the afternoon every day to buy nearly 20 buns, and fill the basket to the brim, so that those who can eat or eat quickly can eat two large white buns, and those who eat slowly can also spread one.

One night, the sky was drizzling, Ma Yi carried the basket to the town, but when it was dark but came back with an empty basket, everyone asked him why he didn't buy the white bun today, he sighed and said, it's not that there is no white bun to buy, it was I who was careless, and when I arrived in the town, the money in the purse to buy the bun was patronized by the thief.

No one was happy to hear it, and You Yiqian, the head of the quarry, also had a lot of opinions, and planned to replace him and not let him be the chief of affairs. But there was no better candidate.

The next morning, he still gave money and went to the town to buy steamed buns. Before leaving, You Yiqian said to him, "When you are ready to finish this month, you will change jobs and let someone else be the chief of affairs." You are so young, doing everything is a workout for you, and it is also good for you.

You Yiqian's words are high-sounding, Ma Yi is not stupid, he will be clear when he hears it, this is You Yiqian's opinion on him, because there was a deviation in his purchase of steamed buns in the town yesterday. What You Yiqian didn't expect was that he came back from the town with a basket of buns and gave You Yiqian a surprise. He said, "Captain, the money you gave me this morning is useless, save it for next time?" I dropped my wallet at that restaurant yesterday afternoon, and they found it, and it was given to me this morning, and the money for the buns in it was untouched, and this basket of buns was bought with the money that was not spent yesterday.

You Yiqian touched his head and said approvingly, you are an honest person, so people don't harm you, your wallet is lost, and people will return it to you if they pick it up.

Ma Yi shook his head, his thick lips were tightly closed, and as soon as You Yiqian turned around, he muttered in a low voice, in fact, this is not the case. What's going on? Only he knows it, and others certainly don't know it, and it doesn't need to be clear.

A few days later, a middle-aged man called a fat pig met a tall and thin swimmer in the town, so he dragged him to the side of the road and said inexplicably, "Captain, let me tell you something."

You Yiqian asked in surprise, what is the matter? The fat pig continued, there is a young man named Ma Yi in your quarry! He's not a good guy. You Yiqian listened carefully, after all, he heard clearly, the fat pig said that Ma Yi beat a white dog squatting under the tung tree and waiting for the owner to death on that drizzly afternoon.

Is it true that You Yiqian asked? Is there any fake for the fat pig to say? Hearing this, You Yiqian thought that Ma Yi's wallet was patronized by thieves, he must have lied to himself, how could others return his lost wallet to him? He had no money to buy a basket of buns because the money was patronized by thieves, so it was possible to beat the white dog to death and sell it for money. This made You Yiqian believe what the fat pig said, and he also sighed very regretfully, if it was really like that, Ma Yi was not a thing. That white dog is so good! People within a radius of dozens of miles know that it speaks of faith and righteousness more than others.