?I don’t know how long it took, but time seemed to have stagnated. It seemed that I was the only one in the world, surrounded by endless darkness. I secretly guessed: Where am I? In fact, I have really done nothing that hurts the world for more than ten years, and I just died like this. I believe that the world is hard tolerant.

?If according to the rumors, after death, people enter the underworld, the underworld is divided into eighteen levels of hell, namely Guangjujue, Sangjudu, Lou, Fangshu, Caowubeici, Dulu, Buhanhan, Wuchenhu, Wuchendu, Wuludu, Wuman, Wuzhi, Wuhu, Xujianju, Wuhu, Xujianju, Modugan, District Tongtu, Chen Mo.

Of course, with my karma and karma during my lifetime, I can at most fall into Dulu Nandan or Wuman. Some of them are called Knife Mountain Hell and Killing Hell, which specializes in killing creatures and eating and talking.

Of course, I sneer at this. If you have to worry about this trivial matter, then hell will definitely be overcrowded. After all, it is common to eat chicken, duck, fish and meat for a while.

Not to mention speaking while eating, in this world, even the nobles of Wang Zhou have to make time to brag and show off when enjoying the banquet. In addition to some people who are strict and disciplined, they also pay attention to eating and sleeping. I am afraid that no one will follow this etiquette. Even Brother Shu doesn’t like this. When eating, he will listen to me and Namo fighting each other. While he is happy, he will also utter a few words.

When I think about it, my thoughts can't help but disperse: Maybe the eighteen levels of hell are all fabricated right and wrong. Perhaps a villain will appear in front of me later and tell me that one of them is Niutou and the other is Mammon. Next, I will lead me to the Wangchuan River on the Yellow River Road, drink a bowl of Mengpo soup, walk across the Naihe Bridge, and forget all the past from now on.

While I was thinking about it, there was a heart-wrenching pain. Then, my eyes lit up. Because of the pain, the scenery in front of me was not very clear, and I could only vaguely smell a faint fragrance of flowers.

The vision became clear and clear. The precocious purpose was the blue wall painting. It was turned around and there was a few tables with a lotus-shaped incense burner on it. The incense was very light. Maybe it was because I grew up in the temple. I could vaguely smell it. This is the sandalwood smell that was specially used in the temple. Perhaps the wood is still agarwood, which can calm the soul and retention. This is the smell... it is too light.

The room has a large layout, with a bamboo table in the center of the room, so I can't see clearly what is on the table, so I can only see a rough look - it seems that there is an unfinished chess game on it, and there is a roll of jade slips on the side of the table.

The hollow window was wide open, and the sun shone into the room. Occasionally, the wind passed by, and the ginger flowers planted by the window were blown up by the window, which also shocked a few black birds. When I looked closely, there was a swan mixed in the flocks of black birds outside the window.

I looked at this scene and laughed silently.

Now, I really understood that this is definitely not hell. Even if the underworld is not as terrifying as in the city's messages, it is impossible to be so friendly that you just died and have a room for you. But since I am not dead, and the room I just woke up, in my preliminary judgment, if the owner of the room often lives here and this room is not just a guest room, the owner of the room may not have a very elegant taste, but he can also afford the four words "free and easy" words.

Suddenly, the door opened with a squeak awakened the room. I turned my head and was very curious about who was saving me. After all, I was facing a situation of dying at that time. Wanqi Tang went to save Yu Ge. I looked down on some of the minions sent by the fairy world. Besides, I had been standing high-profile on the side of the demon world before, and I was the only one in the forefront of the demonic world.

Those fairy worlds claim to be just and not making up for their feet when they run away can be said to be kind-hearted, and escaping is important. If you really step on them, you can only say that he is jealous of evil, let alone save me.

Then the person who saved me was... I turned my head slightly and saw a face that was definitely beyond my expectations - Emperor Xihua.

I looked at him with a shocked look, and my heart was filled with endless sadness: My life is over!

Perhaps my expression was so happy that I saw that his whole body was raised, and even his eyebrows were raised. I looked at him silently for a while, but finally couldn't help but ask first, "What's going on now?"

Emperor Xihua brought a pot of tea over. He smelled it probably the same as the rainy night of Changchun in the previous year. He put it in a tea cup made of bamboo and wood, and the tea fragrance was everywhere.

He walked over slowly, turned two tea cups out of thin air, held the teapot and let it flow into the cup naturally, and said, "Taste, the tea leaves are fewer, and the taste they cook may be a little worse, but you can still drink such tea before you die, so you can also drink it together."

I took it speechlessly, took a sip, and praised it casually: "Good tea!"

Emperor Xihua on the opposite side heard this and smiled and said, "It's a good tea, but aren't you afraid that I will harm you?"

I also laughed: "I believe this, but you shouldn't poison the tea."

Emperor Xihua nodded: "This is, after all, I am a Buddhist and I am most afraid of killing." After hearing this, I almost spit out a sip of tea in my mouth: This killing embryo tells me that it is avoidable to killing, so is the large blood light before I fall into a coma fake?"

I asked this question directly, and the answer to me was Emperor Xihua's proud smile: "I just said that no matter how amazing a teenage baby has a talent in formation, he is not as good as an old man who has been immersed in formation for thousands of years... Boy, have you ever heard of the Huaxu Formation?"

‘Hua Xu’? I thought about it carefully in my mind, but I felt extremely unfamiliar, so I shook my head: “I don’t know.” However, the old man Xihua touched his chin: “Of course you don’t know, this is my own formation, specially used for killing people. The Yanyu Burial Flower Formation is just a cover. The Huaxu Formation is truly a powerful weapon for killing people without blood. It can make people die in the illusion array unknowingly, and no one can be spared. But you…”

The old man Xihua looked at me with a complicated expression before explaining: "The Huaxu Formation can arouse the things that the creatures fear the most, but you seem to be fearless. The Huaxu Formation treats you like the same as the same as the vain, which is really strange!"

After hearing this, I was silent for a while, and gloatingly thought: Although there was no blood, this formation was arranged by you, the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was unhappy. Sooner or later, a heavenly disaster fell on your head, and you had no place to cry!

I was too lazy to analyze what would happen next. After all, my whole body was exhausted and I was tied up with an immortal-bound lock by the old man. Even if my spiritual power was back, I couldn't escape. So I could only act like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water: "So what's the reason for you to save me? Or cut off alive? I admit it, so I will definitely not snort more!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man Xihua waved his arm and a lightning thunder came directly. Under the action of conditioned reflex, even though he was clear and useless, he still stretched out his hands to block it in front of him and cursed in his heart: This old man, who said that he would lightning lightning, would not hesitate without any hesitation!

However, the imagined pain did not appear. I glanced at him through the cracks of my fingers - a smirk that made people tease him after they succeeded.

"Don't worry, I won't commit murder." As I was gaze, the old man curled his lips and spoke slowly. I vomited blood and asked with difficulty: "What do you want?"

The old man sitting upright opposite him finally stopped going around in circles and grinned at me: "I won't kill you by myself, but you disrupted my entire plan. Even if you didn't take advantage, you lost your life..." At this point, he suddenly paused, picked up the cup and moistened his throat, and continued: "Have you heard of 'Chen Mo'?"

I was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, I asked tentatively: "A fragrance?"

The old man Xihua sneered: "Yes! It's a fragrance, which is similar to the taste of sandalwood, but it's much lighter than sandalwood, which can arouse people's desires. If you have a little desire, it can infinitely amplify this desire, so that you can happily die in your own crocheted dream, even if you know it's just a dream.

This fragrance is useless to some people who practice Taoism, but now you have lost all your spiritual power, lack of qi and blood, and your body and bones are worse than ordinary mortals. This fragrance is enough."

I widened my eyes and tried to hold my breath, but the scenery in front of me still blurred little by little until it was completely dark.

In the darkness, I heard the last sentence of the old man Xihua: "Everything is false. Amitabha!"

(End of this chapter)

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