Many things used to belong to a certain sect, but as the ideas of that sect spread, and the sect merged with the world, eventually it became a secular legend.

For example, the saying of hell, no one has investigated this as something in Buddhism, whether you believe in Buddhism or not, you will know and care about those karma, it has been integrated into the entire Xia culture, and it belongs to a part of it.

When I was in school, behind every kind of spell was a symbol of Xia culture, a concept, and it was a thing that was mixed with the precipitation of this 5,000-year-old civilization, and it became some kind of spell in the long years.

The hell of tongue pulling itself does not exist, but the believer says it, and it is formed in the sea of consciousness.

Therefore, the application of this tongue-pulling hell varies from region to region.

This is also why, even when Kui Lin enters the sea of consciousness, he will try not to touch those shadows, try not to go deeper, because those shadows are likely to be the derivation of legends in the world.

And the things in it are often evil, and they have some kind of rule ability since they were born, or they are theocracy.

They can be said to be 'gods', immortal beings.

Unless there is no more soil of faith in this world that can give birth to them.

And this mural is a thing in the real material world, painted by real people, and used to connect with the mysterious and terrifying hell in the sea of consciousness.

Of course, the person who made this mural is not the current person, but the person who built this Ma family ancestral hall, a long time ago, called himself Ma Wangye, the Ma Wang Ye with three eyes, who can enter and exit hell, and the legend is mysterious.

It's just that later, this Ma Wang Ye disappeared again, leaving only this ancestral hall for future generations to worship, as for whether the descendants of Ma Wang Ye still have those mysterious abilities of Ma Wang Ye back then, it is impossible to study, and it may be that later generations have borrowed the name of Ma Wang Ye to act.

But it was history after all, and it wasn't until the new Xia Kingdom was re-established in the midst of the great war that swept the world that it was discovered again and then locked down.

Why hasn't the painting wall of this tongue-pulling hell been destroyed, Kui Lin doesn't know? But there must be a reason? And now the evil ghosts in this hell have come out through this painting wall and come to reality? What did they find in the process? Kui Lin didn't know.

All he knew was that he had to reseal it now.

He came to the mural and stared at the mural, and then at the statue of Guanyin in front of the mural, which had a slight crack.

And when he looked at it closely, he had an idea.

This thousand-armed jade Guanyin is the key to luring out the devil in the painting wall.

What is certain is that this painting wall was able to connect to the sea of consciousness back then, but then it must have been sealed and the sacrifice was broken.

And this thousand-headed Guanyin Xiang led out the things in the hell of pulling out the tongue.

He didn't know much about this tongue-pulling hell? He didn't know much about this Tongue Pulling Hell? He didn't know much about this Ma Wang Ye and this Silent Ancestral Hall, and he could only judge it by what he saw now.

He was a little unconvinced,

At this time, there is no choice? Can they only suppress this ancestral hall first, but what comes out of the painting wall of this ancestral hall? Is it not just the evil devils and the like, but already have the existence of divinity? In a sense, they live in the hearts of all living beings? It is already difficult to erase the suppression.

Chen Xiaoxi's face next to her was not very good, and she also guessed something.

She believed that if there were some evil, Kui Lin would be able to have another, but if it was a miracle, then it would be another matter.

Some people will think that those evil and demonic currents are terrifying, but Chen Xiaoxi, who came out of orthodox academies, knows that the supernatural and supernatural currents are even more terrifying.

"Strange?" Chen Xiaoxi asked, but she didn't get an answer from Kui Lin, but she knew the answer, because if the question was wrong, Kui Lin would definitely correct it.

Chen Xiaoxi recalled that in class, the teacher talked about what to do if you encounter a supernatural entering the world.

There is a way that it is easy to invite God, but it is difficult to send God.

What's more, the miracles that have entered the world, they are even more reluctant to go back.

She thought about it for a while, and it seemed that the teachers did not talk about any particularly effective methods, and there was only one way, and that was to reason with them, persuade them to go back, and then find a place to make offerings.

The way to make offerings is to build a temple.

Looking up, he looked at the group of chief Kui Lin composed of light beside him.

She wondered what Kui Lin would do.

Kui Lin was also a little troubled, he was not out of the question, although in the school classroom, the teacher taught not to provoke these gods, but to worship them and build a temple for them.

This method is the most typical practice, after setting up a temple for them, they go inside to be worshipped, they will be bound there, this is a kind of gods, sealed in a certain place, most of the gods do not know the twists and turns in it.

And there are still some who don't accept this, so there is only one way, and that is to kill.

This was not taught in the classroom, but Kui Lin had read books for so many years in the Beijing Dojo and had seen a lot of stories about killing gods, the most famous of which was at the beginning of the Xinxia Kingdom, when there were ghosts and temples everywhere, and the gods were overflowing, so there would be a huge movement to break down the mountains and temples and break superstitions.

It was that movement that cut off the miracle of Xia Kingdom.

Among the examples handed down from ancient times, the most typical is the story of Wei Zheng's dream of slaying the dragon king.

The Dragon King of Longjing River is also a god, and he was also beheaded.

Of course, the most important thing now is to block this place, so he said to Chen Xiaoxi: "Later, I will pass through this painting wall and enter this tongue-pulling hell in the sea of consciousness. ”

For Kui Lin, his wisp of primordial spirit may be wiped out by someone, or it will be swallowed by something, as long as the lamp is always shining, he can always be under the protection of the lantern light.

"You, do you want to go in? or not, let's go out first, and see what happens to the above after we report it." Chen Xiaoxi said with concern.

"No need, after reporting it, there is no more suitable person to enter here than me in the entire Xia Kingdom, so there is no need to do more. Kui Lin said.

Only then did Chen Xiaoxi remember that the guy next to him who was about the same age as him and graduated together was already the number one person in the entire Xia Kingdom.

He is a man of one man and one city.

The time he graduated was short, and he has already shown such strength in this short period of time.

Kui Lin handed over the lantern in his hand, Chen Xiaoxi reached out and took it, and his hand was actually fluttering as if he was holding a feather, including the iron chain on the lantern, it seemed to be illusory, with blue runes entwined on it, and flames shining in it.

She held the ring of the lantern in one hand and the end of the chain in the other, and before she could say anything, she saw the lantern in her hand, and the light rose sharply.

Those rays of light seemed to have a purpose, a penetrating nature, shining on the painting wall, and Kui Lin's figure was already imprinted on the painting wall.

Or in other words, the light penetrates into the painting wall.

Chen Xiaoxi saw that the scene inside the painting wall seemed to be dyed with red light at this moment, and the light penetrated inside.

She stood in this ancestral hall, and there was a kind of pressure in this moment, she felt that she had a great responsibility and must guard this lamp.

Looking back, it was dark outside, and I was in the light, and I couldn't see the outside clearly.

The night breeze blew in gusts of air, and the oil lamps that were originally lit were extinguished one after another in the wind, at this moment, she felt the evil persecution, and it could also be said that the miracle that escaped before wanted to stop her from sealing with Kui Lin.

However, the light from the lantern in her hand did not move, enveloping and protecting her.

At this moment, a figure rushed in from the darkness outside, this figure had a dark face, there was no blood on his face, and even Chen Xiaoxi couldn't see the slightest bit of life.

When this non-human person rushed into the lights of the ancestral hall, the skin on his body quickly peeled off, and then he tore it off himself, revealing his true face inside.

It was Han You, who had stayed in the lounge before and didn't go through the magic gate.

His ability to survive was indeed very strong, but at this time, his face was also terrified.

He glanced back at the darkness, which was surging like a tidal wave, but was dispelled by a mysterious force when it hit the light.

Chen Xiaoxi stared at him and looked, this big disciple of the Illusion Sect was indeed a bit of a disciple.

"What's chasing you?" asked Chen Xiaoxi.

"Captain. Han You said, "I met the captain in the dark. ”

Just as he said the captain, Chen Xiaoxi saw a person standing in the darkness outside, and that person was standing in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, the light could not penetrate the darkness, and only an outline could be seen.

Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, Chen Xiaoxi could see from his body that he looked like a captain.

A chill shivered down her spine.

"You're alone here?" asked Han You.

Chen Xiaoxi didn't answer this question, but instead stared at Han You, she wanted to tell if this Han You might have been suppressed by his mind.

Han You smiled, but he didn't seem to see the vigilance in Chen Xiaoxi's eyes.

He looked at the lantern in her hand and asked, "Why are you alone?"

"Guess?" Chen Xiaoxi said.

"Hehe, I can't guess what this lantern is, it seems to be able to drive away evil spirits. Han You walked towards Chen Xiaoxi as he spoke, and reached out to grab the lantern handle.

Chen Xiaoxi's face changed, he took a step back, and raised the lantern in his hand, only to see a spark of lights, as if it had been shaken, flying up from the lantern.

instantly slammed into Han You's body, only to see Han You's face change, and he wanted to dodge, but his body retreated, and his body disappeared slightly, and he was caught by the firelight.

Then his body burned instantly, like gasoline stained with fire, and the flames swept through his body.

From the outside to the inside, from the inside of the eyes and ears, it burned through in an instant, and then burned into a mass of ashes, which seemed to have been made from the human skin he had peeled off earlier.

Chen Xiaoxi's gaze looked outside, and the person standing there was still standing there and did not come in.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, knowing that she was holding this mysterious lamp and it was safe to stand here, no wonder Kui Lin dared to let herself stand here with the lamp.

In the darkness outside, on the roof opposite the ancestral hall, there were two people standing there, if Kui Lin was there, he would clearly recognize that one of them was actually Duan Chun, the director of the Shanghai Jingye Bureau, who had defected.

He was wearing an ancient robe with a little bit of broken gold worms, and his hair was long, coiled on the top of his head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted horizontally.

His current outfit is pure ancient monk dress.

Next to him stood an old man with a waist drum wrapped around his waist, and he was gently patting the waist drum with his hand.

If this old man had seen it from the outside, he would not have believed that he was a cultivator at all, his body was full of simplicity, like an old peasant, and even the shoes on his waist were old, and the sleeves were a little torn, but seeing his eyes at this time was extremely terrifying.

Because his two eyes were like owl's eyes, glowing with a faint green light.

They looked at Chen Xiaoxi in the light of the lantern in the ancestral hall, and the old peasant with a drum around his waist said: "This lantern is a good thing, give it to the door, I'm embarrassed not to accept it." ”

His Mandarin is full of accents, and there is a sense of surprise in his words.

"This person is not simple, he is the chief graduate of this class in the Jing Dojo, I suspect that he is a sixth-order existence that has practiced the long-lost Yuan Shen Method. Duan Chun said.

"What's wrong with the Yuan Shen Method, the old man, I still practice the authentic long-lost witch method, what about the sixth order, I just died here with a sixth order. The old man said loudly without care, the strange thing was that his voice was very loud, but out of his mouth and into Duan Chun's ears, it did not spread in the dark.

"What do you want to do?" Duan Chun didn't argue anything, he knew very well that the inheritance of this witch man was indeed weird, and his cultivation was profound, which caused him to be extremely arrogant towards other cultivators, so he was a little indifferent to many things outside, and for those well-known figures, there was always an idea of wanting to touch them.

After Duan Chun saw him, he wanted to try Duan Chun's ability more than once, of course Duan Chun would not really do anything with him, the monk practiced the law, and if he was not careful, he would die, and some spells were even more irreversible after they were cast, he didn't want to do senseless killing with people as soon as he came.

It's not his style to offend people plainly, but I often hear him belittle some official well-known monks, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable, after all, he was also an official and the director of Jingye in a big city.

As for him, the purpose of coming to this Hell Flower Organization is to explore those secrets, to pursue the way of immortality, not to be against anyone, let alone to make enemies with anyone.

"Those things in here have been run away by our detainees, this is just an empty shelf, stay here, it's a trap for the cloth, it depends on who will come in, count his fate is not good, who let them arrest our people everywhere these days, since they came, they will kill him, give them a warning, the young sixth order, dead, they must be heartbroken!"

This old farmer-like witch man, the order of his speech is a bit strange and not smooth enough, which is the reason why he doesn't read much, but it doesn't prevent Duan Chun from understanding what he means.

However, Duan Chun didn't persuade anything, he wanted to see what kind of result this witchcraft that was said to be inherited from the legend would be to the Shangyuan Divine Method.

......

Kui Lin entered the hell of pulling out his tongue, and if he carried the lamp into it, of course, he was more comfortable, and there was no situation where the back road was closed and he couldn't get out.

On the contrary, if the lantern is outside, it is possible to be cut off.

However, fortunately, it is a wisp of primordial spirit, no matter what happens, at most, it will be weak for a while, and it will not hurt the muscles and bones.

At this time, he was standing in a long corridor, looking back, only to see a distant place, as if a round of sunset shining into the corridor, shining on his body, merging into one, shining into the dark corridor ahead.

I looked up and left and right, but I couldn't feel the direction, as if whether I was going up or to the right or left, it was endless darkness.

Legend has it that there is no direction in hell, and it is difficult to get out of it, and this boundless darkness is a cage.

Kui Lin only glanced back, and then continued to walk forward, the light continued to stretch forward as he walked, and the red light that originally only shone at the entrance of the corridor continued to invade as he moved forward.

The light stretched from the mouth of the corridor to the depths, getting longer and longer, like a human form, but all the time, and like a person standing at the mouth of the corridor, but constantly growing up, his feet were at the mouth of the corridor, but his head was poking into the dark depths, as if going up, as if he was going into a deep well.

Kui Lin had a very special feeling, feeling that he had come to the depths of the sea of consciousness, and he knew that this darkness was the manifestation of the tongue-pulling hell.

Quietly, there was no sound, Kui Lin's primordial perception only had a special sense of coldness, and even he couldn't tell how long he had been walking in the darkness, and in the light, something else finally appeared.

He felt like he was in an interrogation prison, and the scene in it was like the mural he had seen outside.

But there were no 'people' in it, it was empty, a few torture instruments, and it seemed that there were some blood stains.

"Is this all out?" Kui Lin thought to himself, but he clearly felt that there was a miracle in it.

In his eyes, this tongue-pulling hell seems to be real and empty, and Kui Lin has an extremely depressed feeling, as if he has entered the deep sea, his spirit is stagnant, it can be seen that the lamp has entered here, only a faint red light, he is walking around in it, and where the light does not reach, it is impossible to perceive.

He can't perceive the body of the primordial god, so he can't see it.

Then I saw that in this darkness, a ray of red light was constantly deformed, shaking, shaking everywhere.

Kui Lin saw a table with something resembling a book, but he was sure that it hadn't yet solidified.

It is also possible that it was once an entity, but now it has dissipated to the point where it is almost gone.

Faintly, he saw two words on the book: "Tongue Pulling Prison Book!"

He tried to use his senses, trying to turn it over, and the fire covered it, and he couldn't open it at all, but at the same time he felt a special aura, an inexplicable aura of rules.

This was not the most surprising to him, he was surprised to see clusters of black-purple flowers growing on one of the feet of the table.

"This is the Hell Flower?" Kui Lin recognized at a glance.

The Hell Flower is also known as the Flower of the Other Shore and the Flower of the Underworld.

There is an organization called Hell Flower, and even Kui Lin is still unclear about the personnel in it, or rather, the entire Xia Kingdom only has the superficial identity information of those personnel.

He had also read about the Hellflower Organization from the top-secret software.

Here's what the description of the hellflower organization says.

"This is an organization that pursues the long-term continuation of life, they do not talk about morality, they have no feelings for their family and country, they do not have justice and conscience, they only pursue the longer life of life, and they firmly believe that in those dusty legends, there must be a way to control the supreme life code. ”

This is a description of the Hellflower organization, they are mysterious, seem to be everywhere, and don't seem to care about anything.

When Kui Lin saw this description, he thought of a group of crazy people.

In his heart, if he only wants to live for longevity, he doesn't care about anything, which is a kind of madness.

Of course, some people will say that the path of seeking immortals is cold and selfish, but this is not the case here in Kuilin.

Kui Lin couldn't be sure if the people from Hell Flower had been here, and even he didn't know what the old man Hua Ying was thinking about it.

Because people like him are no longer so easy to die, Kui Lin doubts that Mr. Hua Ying has been betrayed, and at the same time, he also doubts whether Mr. Hua Ying's belief has been shaken.

After all, when a person is dying of old age, facing this still prosperous world, facing this coming world of great contention, there will always be a lot of greed.

Kui Lin drew the light of fire to the hell flower, and the petals of the hell flower shrank rapidly.

At this moment, he felt a slight vibration of the darkness around him, and faintly, as if he heard the sound of a drum, which seemed to come from a distant place, approaching rapidly, as if coming from the sky.

The firelight, which has always been quiet, actually shook in the sound of this drum, and this firelight was combined with the primordial spirit of Kui Lin, and the shaking of the firelight was that the primordial spirit of Kui Lin was shaking.

And Chen Xiaoxi, who was in the ancestral hall, the moment she heard the sound of the drum, her heart was shaking, and the blood in her heart was surging.

And she clearly saw that the fire in the lantern in her hand vibrated one by one.

"What kind of drum sound is this?" Chen Xiaoxi was extremely shocked.

She felt her soul vibrate.

As the drum sounded, she also heard the sound of drums outside, and someone shouted along with the drums.

It's like there's an event where people dance to the beat of drums.

In Chen Xiaoxi's heart, he immediately thought of the sacrificial activities, and it was like this.

As her thoughts came to her, she saw a figure appear outside the ancestral hall.

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