There is a strong smell of decay in the depths of the prison land, turning into billowing black mist covering the heaven and earth. It not only robs the vitality around the world, but also seems to corrode the emperor's immortal divinity. Cruel and tyrannical laws and regulations are intertwined between the heaven and the earth, like black

The sky fell like raindrops, turning the world into a terrifying hell.

Weird and cruel laws and regulations are intertwined in the four directions of heaven and earth, turning into swords, blood mills, seas of fire, and cold waves, destroying the creatures imprisoned here all the time.

For millions of years.

I don’t know how many souls were buried here, and even the Great Emperor and the Holy Emperor were filled with hatred.

At this moment, a prison thousands of miles away in the darkness was suddenly filled with a strong atmosphere of Buddhism, accompanied by colorful and soft Buddhist light.

The faint rhythm of Buddhist singing came.

Qin Shi saw the law suddenly fly away, and the aura of the law on his body suddenly surged, like a knife splitting the prison law in front of him. King Yu was overjoyed when he saw it, and did not follow him. Instead, he held a giant ax and killed

The two Heavenly Saint Emperors were chasing after them.

"No, let them find it, stop them quickly."

The old Celestial Saint Emperor said anxiously. He stopped rowing at this moment and suddenly attacked King Yu.

"It doesn't matter if you find it, you can't escape anyway."

The middle-aged Celestial Saint Emperor said, not looking anxious at all, but very calm.

From the outside, this prison looks no different from other prisons, but inside it is burning with raging fire.

Fierce fire can destroy heaven and earth.

In the extremely terrifying fire, stood awls that were burned red. The awls were long and sharp, and their tips shone with a strange black light in the sea of ​​​​fire.

But on the strange fire cone, there was a young monk sitting cross-legged.

The monk's clothes were ragged and tattered, and he was already half-clothed. But in the blazing fire, he still sat quietly cross-legged, with his palms clasped in front of his chest. Although there was some pain on his face, he still had compassion in his heart.

Unchanged, silently enduring the burning of the fire and the stinging of the fire cone...

A pair of eyes were gouged out at some point, and golden blood flowed in the hollow eye holes.

His hands, feet, lumbar vertebrae and pipa bones were all locked with a black iron chain, locking him in the middle of the sea of ​​fire. The sharp cone of fire under him not only penetrated his thighs and calves, but also penetrated

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Black matter kept pouring out of the fire cone, flowing crazily into his body, ravaging his body.

Black mist could be faintly seen escaping from his body.

And on his back, there was actually an extremely majestic mountain. The mountain was dark, ferocious, and exuded a strange aura.

In fact, these are not mountains, but painful souls.

The painful souls are so densely packed that they are countless, and each one wants to struggle out of the "mountain". However, they do not know that struggling out of the "mountain" is not liberation, but destruction.

From time to time, painful souls fall from the "mountain" into the sea of ​​fire, but in an instant they become a faint wisp of blue smoke.

Although he has escaped from the "sea of ​​suffering", he is heading towards death.

The "mountain" was very big, towering, and heavy. It pressed heavily on the monk's back. Not only did it bend his waist, but it also pressed his lower body into the sharp cone of fire. If there were no mountain on his back,

Heavy "mountain", perhaps he could sit steadily on the tip of the fire cone without suffering the terrible stinging pain.

but.

He never put down the "mountain" on his back...

If he put down the "mountain", not only would it be much easier, but he might also be able to escape from the sea of ​​fire. However, even though he endured endless pain and all kinds of terrible destruction, he still carried the majestic "mountain" on his back.

Never put it down.

No one knows how many years he was carried in the blazing fire.

The raging fire was burning his body, but it could not reach the "mountain" on his back. He turned his flesh and blood body into a shield to block the fire from the painful soul on his back.

He is suffering endless pain for the mountains on his back.

Although he was burned by the fire, his buttocks were pierced by fire cones, his heart was eaten by black mist, and he was imprisoned by chains, he still refused to let go.

I don’t know when.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

There seemed to be some subtle changes in the blazing sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, the young monk, whose eyes were gouged out, was trying hard to raise his head, trying extremely hard to raise his head. Because the towering "mountain" was pressing on his back, he was leaning forward, with his chest almost pressing on his knees. His head was naturally lowered...

…

a long time.

He finally raised his head.

Although his eyes were hollow and flowing with mysterious golden blood, he could faintly "see" a long white jade staircase emerging from the sea of ​​fire.

The white jade staircase has one hundred and eight steps, but they go from top to bottom.

The young monk did not see how many steps there were, nor did he know where the steps led or why they appeared. However, he felt a familiar atmosphere from the white jade steps, just like his hometown.

This white jade staircase seems to lead to hometown, to homeland.

But where is my hometown?

He raised his head with great effort and difficulty, silently "looking" and "seeing" why it appeared.

He is "watching" and waiting.

Finally, I saw a vague figure appearing on the white jade stairs, heading towards the sea of ​​fire.

This blurry figure seemed to be surrounded by twelve gray fogs.

The gray mist was rotating, as if it had turned into a golden bell, protecting the blurry figure inside.

"Are you an old friend from home?"

The young monk's lips were moving, as if he was talking.

But not a single word could come out.

Maybe it was because he raised his head for too long that his head was pressed down again, or maybe the "mountain" on his back was too heavy.

He breathed for a moment and looked up again.

The figure on the white jade stairs was closer and clearer. He looked like a young man.

"People from my hometown, don't come in, don't come in..."

The young monk was talking, but there was still only the movement of his lips and no sound came out.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it out loud, it's that he can't say it out loud.

Bang——

The sea of ​​​​fire seemed to explode instantly.

The fire was rising and expanding, and it suddenly burned toward the white jade stairs, attacking the young man on the stairs. But at this moment, the twelve wisps of gray mist surrounding the young man spun at high speed, turning into a gray bronze bell.

, blocking the raging fire.

However, the sea of ​​​​fire is so fierce that it can destroy the sky and the earth, and burn the bronze bells until they turn red.

Click click click.

Under the burning fire.

The bronze bell turned out to be like glass, with countless cracks appearing, forcing the young man inside the bell to take a few steps back.

Then the young man inside the clock disappeared.

The white jade stairs were looming in the raging fire, as if they might disappear at any time.

Although the young monk was reluctant to leave his hometown, he saw that the people in his hometown disappeared and knew that the person might have returned to his hometown.

He was also relieved.

But at this time, no matter in the mysterious ancestral land or everywhere in the world of Kyushu, an astonishing scene appeared.

"Ah, look, the Bodhisattva statue seems to be falling down."

In a temple in a small world, someone happened to look at the standing Bodhisattva statue, only to see that the Bodhisattva statue was gradually being bent down.

After hearing this, many people looked towards the Bodhisattva statue, and sure enough they saw the tall Bodhisattva statue bent down.

It seems like he is carrying something heavy.

"No, you were straight just now, why did you suddenly bend down? This is a statue of Bodhisattva, why did the Bodhisattva bend down?"

"Is this going to fall?"

"When was this Bodhisattva statue built and it fell down so quickly?"

The pilgrims or tourists in the temple were all a little surprised. Many pilgrims even clasped their palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.

The monks in the temple were all terrified.

"I think it's not that the Bodhisattva statue is about to fall. It seems that it was bent down by something."
To be continued...