It was a three-person gate, a pitch-black gate.

The door was carved with a lifelike image of a ghost, and at the top of the door was a demon with thick eyebrows and big eyes with his mouth wide open and spitting out a crimson tongue.

Yang Xiaoyang turned his head to look at Jingyuan, and saw him smiling, but he felt that he was more like a demon than that evil ghost at this time.

The duck was already lying on the ground in fright, his eyes wide and trembling.

Jingyuan stood behind the duck and said with a smile: "Does the donor know what this is?"

He seemed to be extraordinarily generous to those who were going to hell, saying goodbye to his benefactor.

The duck was already too frightened to speak.

Jing Yuan didn't care, and then said: "This is the gate of hell, which was originally used to punish the ghosts of people after death, but today the poor monk asked the benefactor to feel the punishment of hell in advance. ”

The duck still didn't answer, he was already stunned.

"Donor, can you admit that you have a gambling habit?"

No, I don't.

"Donor, can you admit that you are not filial to your parents?"

No, I don't.

"Since the donor admits it, let's go to hell.

The donor only needs to enter the eighth layer of iceberg hell and the thirteenth layer of blood pool hell. Reading that you are not a crooked way, the time of punishment in the blood pool hell can be reduced. ”

Jingyuan's voice fell, and the dark door suddenly opened, and two little ghosts walked out of it.

A bull-headed human body and a horse-headed human body are clearly bull-headed and horse-faced.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at Jingyuan and arched his hand towards them.

The duck didn't come back to his senses until the bull-headed horse came up to him, struggling backwards, and shouting not to catch me.

"Since the donor has made a mistake, he will go to hell to be punished, but it is not something you say you don't want. ”

"I know it's wrong, I won't do it again in the future, let me go. ”

"Oh, then the poor monk wants to hear what is wrong with the benefactor?"

"I shouldn't go to the gambling house all the time, I shouldn't be filial to my parents, I won't be in the future, master, let me go!"

Jing Yuan smiled like a child when he heard this, "Since the donor knows that he is wrong, go to hell to confess over there." ”

Yang Xiaoyang thought that the duck would let him go if he knew he was wrong, but who knew that he was really going to hell, Yang Xiaoyang decided to take a good look at what hell was like.

Unfortunately, the duck was dragged into the door by the bull and the horse, and the door was closed.

"What's in there?"

"The poor monk didn't know. ”

"You don't even know what you're opening?"

"The scene in hell is related to the heart of the tortured person, and everyone sees it differently. If you want to see it, you can show it to you alone next time. ”

Yang Xiaoyang shuddered, and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

"How long is he going to be in?"

"It will take tens of millions of years in hell, and the poor monk doesn't know, but it's enough for a person to repent, and it's only a moment in the yang world. After saying that, Jingyuan turned around and left.

"Why are you leaving, don't you continue to take a look?" Yang Xiaoyang was a little strange, he still wanted to see what would happen to the duck when it came out.

"Fellow Daoists, rest assured, your one or two pieces of silver will never be useless. ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled when he heard this, and followed.

In hell, the bull head dragged the duck to an iceberg and left, and before leaving, he said to the ghost on the side of the iceberg: "This is the new here, and I will leave it to you." ”

The duck was stripped naked by the ghost and knelt in front of the iceberg. The ghost behind him whipped the duck on the back, and in one fell swoop, he pulled off a piece of flesh.

"Climb fast!"

The ghost's voice made the duck's liver split.

The duck had to climb the iceberg naked, and after taking two steps, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Another whip came up, and the duck gritted its teeth and continued walking.

Just take two steps and take two steps down, and if you are not careful, you will break your leg.

I don't know how long it took, after a lot of hardships, I finally climbed to the top of the iceberg, and my body was already cold and unconscious. Then the next moment he returned to the door, and his injuries had healed.

The duck wanted to go out of the door, but was pumped to the ground again by the ghost.

"Who let you go, keep climbing. ”

The duck didn't dare to refute it, so it had to continue climbing, only this time there were some scenes reflected in the iceberg.

He gambled and owed debts, and his father sold the family's land and house and did not pay it back, and finally his father was chopped off three fingers to pay it back.

The duck seemed to be touched in his heart, shouting no, so he desperately climbed up the iceberg, and his body was numb, he just shouted over and over again.

When we finally reached the top of the mountain, the sight disappeared and we were back in front of the iceberg again.

This time the duck consciously climbed up and saw a different scene again.

The cycle went on and on, and I don't know how long it took, the ghost stopped the duck that wanted to continue crawling and brought him to the pool of blood.

The duck walked into the pool of blood, ignoring the piercing pain, staring at the scene in the pool of blood, which was the scene of his father selling pears on the street, and bargained with people for a penny, and finally annoyed the person who bought the pears, and was kicked hard.

The father patted the ashes, and as soon as he put the copper coin in his arms, he walked over and snatched the copper coin from his father with a curse.

The scene in the pool of blood kept changing, only the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow did not change, and the blood on his body kept melting into the pool of blood, but the duck felt that the blood was flowing properly.

Thousands of years later, the duck was fished ashore by the devil and brought to the gate again, the evil ghost on the door was still fierce, but he seemed to see his father's kind smile.

The duck was kicked out of the door, and he was stunned for a long time, until the setting sun shone on his face.

He found that he was still in the same position as before entering the door, but the door that had been erected in front of him was gone, and the two people behind him were also gone.

The duck's eyes were a little moist, and he bowed deeply in the direction of home, "Yan Jian knows that he is wrong." As he fell to the ground, his hand touched a tael of silver in his bosom.

The autumn tiger is already weak, and the sunset shines warmly on people, which does not make people feel hot or cold.

It's just that Yang Xiaoyang didn't want to feel the comfort on his body, because he felt that the red light was like blood.

"Oops, Jingyuan, I forgot to take the pear!" Yang Xiaoyang tried to keep himself from thinking about it.

"Do you want to go back and get it?" Jingyuan's cannibalistic smile finally returned to normal.

"That's not it, just think of it as food money. ”

"What was that silver before?"

"Speaking of which, I don't have more than two taels of silver left on me. Next, you have to be careful to live, you can't let Li Congwen spend money lavishly, but it would be nice if you could get the first place in the competition. "Everyone can do the big dream of Spring and Autumn Festival, and Yang Xiaoyang is no exception.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Jingyuan didn't respond, and then said: "Jingyuan, you said that you can become a Buddha in the future, can I?"

It was the first time that Jingyuan had heard a Taoist priest ask such a thing, and he pointed at Yang Xiaoyang with a smile regardless of etiquette: "How can a Taoist who is a cultivator ask such a thing? Could it be that Daoist is a fake Taoist?"

Although Yang Xiaoyang thinks that he can't be regarded as a true Taoist, he can't be considered a fake Taoist, at most half a Taoist, so he still calls himself a poor Taoist.

Now that he was poked in the sore spot, he naturally ridiculed him, "You still say that I, other monks are all compassionate and influence the world, and you send people to hell every day, I think you are also a fake monk, right?"

Jingyuan laughed when he heard this, Yang Xiaoyang also laughed, and a fake Taoist priest and a fake monk stepped on the sunset and returned to the inn together.

As soon as he entered the door of the inn, he saw Li Congwen in front of a table in the lobby, slapped a handful of silver on the table very arrogantly, and shouted: "Bring the best wine to my son!

Xiao Er ordered some silver, a full twenty taels, and went to get the wine with a smile.

Yang Xiaoyang was surprised, he didn't know where Li Congwen got the money, and thought that Li Xiang's son had become a robber, so he hurriedly asked, "Whose money did you rob?"

Li Congwen pursed his lips, his face full of arrogance, "Why do you need to rob the book if you want money? Naturally, someone sent it to me." ”

"Who sent you?" Yang Xiaoyang decided to make friends with this good man who gave away money.

"The famous rich merchant in the city had just finished the martial arts competition today, and he sent someone to buy Ben Gongzi's divine sword, and his mouth was one hundred taels. ”

Yang Xiaoyang was in a hurry, "You sold it?"

Li Congwen was even more proud, "One hundred taels want to buy a divine sword? This son is a good man, and he clearly told the person who came that it was an ordinary sword. Who knows that no matter how good or bad the sword is, people insist on buying it. This son has a good heart, and he sold it for fifty taels of silver. ”

Yang Xiaoyang's face flushed, he also thought it was really a divine sword, it turned out to be an ordinary guy.

It was too profitable to sell it for fifty taels, but I was unhappy to see Li Congwen spend twenty taels to buy wine.

Also, What kind of wine can be sold for twenty taels?

"Ben Gongzi sold the sword, and went to the blacksmith shop to buy a good sword, spent thirty taels, and the rest of the right to buy wine should be celebrated, what do you know?"

Yang Xiaoyang couldn't see Li Congwen and Lao Chen's happy faces, and went upstairs silently.

Just before entering the house, he asked Jing Yuan, "Was the hell just now an illusion?"

Jingyuan nodded.

"Everybody can see it?"

Jingyuan smiled kindly, "Only those who will go to hell in the future can see it." ”