The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 162 Blood Pool Hell (4000 words)
The shaman's damage transfer is really powerful. Not only can the injury be recovered, it seems that even the pain sensation will be greatly reduced. When Wanyan Li was beaten, he was not affected by the severe pain.

Even if Daoran really arranges a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, it is estimated that those shamans can go up without changing their expressions.

Daoran is not afraid to fight against them. The effect of [King Kong is not bad + 3] allows him to ignore the attack of the magic weapon. If the time is prolonged, the opponent will always be unable to hold on.But the problem is that this competition cannot be prolonged.

At that time, instead of punishing this group of shamans, they will have the opportunity to show their abilities in front of everyone, and become the people of the Liao Kingdom to show their holiness in front of others.

And once their reputation spreads to the palace, maybe the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty will announce their audience, and if the dance of the extreme love curse starts, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be over.

Dao Ran not only wants to win, but also wins beautifully, completely comparing the opponents, and turning these shamans into clowns.

"Oh, Fahai, why don't you teach this." Dao Ran said with emotion.

On pretense... No, it's on appearing holy before others, Buddhism is the only specialty.

But since he was a child, Fa Hai did not teach Daoran any methods in this area, only the unchanging Arhat Boxing.Just as he was feeling emotional, Daoran saw two somewhat familiar shadows appearing in the cabin.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the big-headed ghost Lu Ti and the long-tongued ghost Huaixin.

Datougui arched Daoran with his small short hand, and said politely: "Master Daoran, we meet again."

"What a coincidence, the two of you are here to arrest the soul again." Daoran greeted quickly.

The big head ghost shook his head and said: "It's no coincidence, we two brothers came here for you, Mage."

Dao Ran's expression changed, didn't he, did he die young?I am in good health.

"Hehe, Master Daoran, don't misunderstand, your lifespan is long. However, you are a bit reckless in today's matter." The big-headed ghost said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the side.

Wanyanli's phantom appeared in the empty cabin, even though the body was burned to ashes, the soul was still exactly the same as when he was alive.

As soon as Wanyanli's soul appeared, and before he had time to find Daoran to take his life, the long-tongued ghost next to him skillfully put the chain on, wrapped it round and round, and then began to stick the spell.

Wanyan Li's whole body stiffened immediately, and he could only let the long-tongued ghost play with him.

"Master Daoran, you will still hold your hand high in the future and take the initiative to kill. Please do as little as possible, otherwise our Lu Pan will not look good. Thanks to you, you have saved many ghosts a few days ago. This merit has made Lu Pan Be in a good mood, otherwise the lifespan I added before will probably be deducted."

Daoran really wanted to say that the lifespan of that year was deducted, but after thinking about it carefully, Daoran felt a little strange, and asked: "It's not the first time this little monk violated the precept of killing, right? Why bother Lu?" Did you remind me personally?"

Since going down the mountain, Daoran has killed all the families of Lanruo Temple, the spider spirit, and the real person of Qiqing... It can be said that his hands are bloody, and he can't count them all.

The big-headed ghost didn't say anything before, why did he suddenly start reminding him not to kill people?

"That's different, Mage Daoran, it's completely different before and today. Most of the murders you committed before were done by Tianlong Babu, but what you did yourself was just killing a spider spirit." The Shi Chan Taoist died from a Gu worm in his body, and the Daoist Qiqing died from the backlash of resentment, neither of which was done by you. As for the monk of Lingyin Temple, you were trying to save people at that time, only this time it was completely because You hold a grudge against him."

Daoran thought about it carefully, and it seems that it is true that there seem to be only two humans who have been killed by his own hands since he went down the mountain.

The first time he killed the monk Daoling who poisoned the people in Hangzhou, he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. The second time he killed him, he was tortured and then silenced. He was really a ruthless protagonist.

"Master Daoran, according to the rules set by the saints, it is a great sin to kill each other. Lu Juan was going to report your merits to the King of Hades before. If you continue to kill people, Lu Juan will probably die. He knows that you and I If there is a chance, quickly let me go to remind you."

Why does killing oneself affect the evaluation of the title of the magistrate of the underworld? What kind of magical karma is this?

"Between the same race? It means that it is okay if you are not of the same race? The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, killing ants and killing people is also killing." Dao Ran asked.

"Hehe, the equality of all living beings is the rule of Buddhism itself, not the rule of saints. Natural selection, the world will always have the weak and the strong, and mortals also want to eat meat. What sins can they have? But killing each other is absolutely unacceptable. Yes." The big headed ghost explained.

Daoran thought to himself, it turns out that saints are not buddhist, and you are too ignorant of the Buddha.

"I have been taught, but sometimes, the little monk can't hold back his anger. There is really no other way except killing people." Dao Ran said very frankly.

"I understand, I understand, there are always some people in this world who are angry even after seeing the Buddha." The big headed ghost kicked Wanyan Li as he said, causing him to scream.

"But mage, you forgot one thing. Even if you kill him, you will end up in hell to be punished. The key is not to kill, but to be punished. Mage, you just feel that there is no other choice but to kill because of insufficient punishment methods. way." The big headed ghost said.

"Brother Lu, please advise." Dao Ran sincerely asked for advice.

"Simple, the cruelest punishment in the world is the [-]th floor of hell. We guard the ghosts of hell, and we can use a breath of hell to punish the wicked. Master Daoran, don't you bring a ghost with you? I will pass this method on to you. Let him be kept by the wicked in the future, crying and shouting for you to give him a good time." The big-headed ghost said triumphantly.

Daoran's heart shuddered when he heard this, Ma San's existence was still discovered by the underworld.

But the big-headed ghost didn't seem to care about Ma San, not only didn't intend to catch him and send him to reincarnation, but he was willing to teach him spells.

"It seems that Ma San is no longer on the list of death, will there be no problem learning this spell?" Dao Ran asked.

The big-headed ghost shook his head and said: "Master, there is something unknown. There are many people who are unknown in the book of life and death in this world. Not to mention far away, let's say that hundreds of years ago, the Monkey King ticked off all the apes in the world. Now less than [-]% of the compensation has been made up. Now no one dares to mention this matter, and if Lu Judgment is brought up, he will beat someone up, and we all act as if nothing happened."

It turns out that the underworld is also badly placed, Daoran feels more and more that this underworld is down-to-earth, and it really deserves to eat public food.

The big-headed ghost made it so clear, Daoran naturally had no reason to refuse, took out the copper bowl and let Ma San out.

At this time, Ma San has completely turned into a seven or eight-year-old child, and the eyeballs on his forehead are tightly closed, so no flaws can be seen at all.

What's even more amazing is that at this time Ma San already has the texture of flesh and blood, no longer a translucent jelly-like shape.

"It's amazing for this kid to be able to cultivate to this level." The big head ghost said with emotion.

Daoran was about to say that Ma San looked young, but in fact he was dozens of years old, but after thinking about it, this big-headed ghost seemed to have seen the Great Sage make trouble in the underworld. It seems that it is not too much to call a child in terms of age .

Daoran told Ma San what happened, and asked Ma San if he would like to learn.

Ma San looked confused, and only replied: "Master Daoran, if you let me learn, I will learn."

In Ma San's view, Dao Ran is the best person in the world to him, but he doesn't seem to be able to help him.Ma San was able to cultivate to this level because of low self-esteem, for fear that Dao Ran would think that he was useless and drive him away.

It's just that Ma San has never fought against others before, and Dao Ran doesn't understand the characteristics of ghost and immortal cultivation, so no one knows how much ability he has now.

But now, Dao Ran can probably see a little bit.

Because not only the big-headed ghost, but also the long-tongued ghost who had been busy at the side all turned to look at Ma San, and his dead fish-like eyes changed a little bit.

"I guessed that Master Daoran was accompanied by a cultivator of ghosts and immortals, but I didn't expect that he had already mastered it. With your level of cultivation, learning this "Hell Sutra Changes" is as easy as pie."

The big-headed ghost rubbed his small hands, and a green light appeared in front of him, condensed into a scroll, and handed it to Ma San.

"Open it and take a look," said the big-headed ghost.

Ma San took it over, opened it for a look, and suddenly opened his third eye in fright. He was about to throw the scroll away, but he heard the big-headed ghost say: "Don't throw it away, just stare at it, whichever picture looks comfortable is fine." Whichever one you look at, don’t give up, if you give up once, it will be even harder to learn again.”

Ma San's childish face was distorted with fright, as if there was something extremely terrifying on the scroll.Daoran couldn't bear it, so he said to him: "Don't force it, it doesn't matter if you can't learn it."

Hearing this, Ma San immediately widened his three eyes and stared at the scroll: "Master Daoran, I can learn it."

Daoran suddenly felt a little guilty, as if he had put too much pressure on the child.

Daoran also took the opportunity to take a look, but in his opinion, the scroll was blurry, and even the third eye couldn't see what was there. It seems that this "Hell Sutra Changes" is indeed a skill that only ghosts can practice.

After a while, the scroll turned into green light and disappeared, completely integrated into Ma San's body.

"Not bad, not bad, what I comprehended is Blood Pool Hell, it seems that you and I are destined." The big-headed ghost rubbed his fingers, and a blood-red three-pronged fork appeared.

"This is the weapon I used when guarding the No. 16 blood pool hell. It is useless now. With this thing, you can quickly comprehend the blood pool hell in the transformation map of hell." The big head ghost held the blood-red three-pronged fork Pass it to Ma San.

A child of seven or eight years old is holding a three-pronged fork that is taller than an adult. It looks a little funny, but Dao Ran can feel the bloody smell from this fork.This thing is different from the magic weapon Daoran has seen before, maybe it can already be called a magic weapon.

And Dao Ran also heard some very important information from the words of the big head ghost. This ghost guard who used to guard the blood pool hell on the No. A big event where the great saints make trouble in the underworld.

From all these signs, the big-headed ghost is by no means as simple as an ordinary ghost, and maybe he is also a character in the underworld.

Daoran felt that he was very lucky to meet such a person, and he would have someone to take care of him when he went to hell.

Ma San had already learned the "Picture of Hell Sutra Changes". At this time, the long-tongued ghost also finished his work, and curled his tongue to signal to the big-headed ghost.

Dao Ran said to the taciturn ghost messenger, "Thank you, Brother Huai."

This gossip ghost seems to have done nothing, but in fact he deliberately slowed down, otherwise, a mere ghost would not have to work for so many days. It was clearly to give Ma San enough time to study. In a hurry.

The long-tongued ghost's expression didn't change, but he also nodded to Daoran, and the two had formed a friendship.

On the occasion of parting, the big-headed ghost said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, don't worry for now, for the sins of this scumbag, he must first roll on the knife mountain hell for ten or eight years, and then reincarnate in the animal realm. If you are lucky, It will take three lives to be a man again. If you are unlucky, maybe eight or ten lives." The big-headed ghost laughed.

"Thank you, Brother Lu, for returning justice to the world." Daoran said sincerely.

Because of these eighteen layers of hell, the causal cycle has meaning.

The big-headed ghost replied: "You're welcome, this is my job. It's a pity that most mortals can't see hell. Otherwise, how could there be so many wicked people. If you can't see the evil that comes with its own reward, naturally you won't be in awe. Only people can do all kinds of evil. If everyone knows the suffering of hell, how dare these wicked people."

Dao Ran felt very reasonable about the Big Head Ghost's emotion.The threat of hell is not enough, largely because mortals can't see it in life.

Perhaps for a saint, it is normal that if the law is unknowable, the power is unfathomable.Whether mortals know it or not, they still have to follow their rules in the end.

It sounds pretty sad.

But in a flash, Dao Ran said to the big-headed ghost: "It doesn't matter, you can't see hell, and mortals can also set their own laws, and you can also splash five steps with blood when you get angry. If the world doesn't give the reward, they will take it by themselves. Perhaps there is One day, all good and evil will be punished before death, and hell may not exist."

The big-headed ghost nodded and said, "That's right, the mage can see it clearly, and he deserves to be a Bodhisattva in the future."

Daoran: ...

It's hard to tell if this is a compliment or a curse.

When the big-headed ghost and the long-tongued ghost left with Wanyan Li's soul, Dao Ran curiously asked about the effect of the "Hell Sutra Changes".

Ma San held the three-pronged fork, and said to Daoran hesitantly: "Master, I have just learned it, and I don't know how to describe it. I can only say that now I can let people experience the feeling of being in the blood pool hell, just a little Fur is far from being comparable to the real blood pool hell."

"Then try it, I also want to experience the feeling of hell." Dao Ran said.

Anyway, he won't become a fairy or ancestor in this life, and in the end there is only one way left in hell, and he can experience it in advance to prepare himself mentally.

"This……"

Ma San hesitated a little, but couldn't stand Dao Ran's insistence, Ma San could only nod his head, and waved the three-pronged fork in his hand lightly.

A thin layer of blood mist floated out and covered Dao Ran's body.

The next moment, Dao Ran's face changed dramatically, his whole body seemed to be in a state of rigidity uncontrollably, and he fell straight on the ground.

Ma San was startled, and quickly retracted the blood mist.

It took only two or three breaths before and after, but Dao Ran was drenched in cold sweat from top to bottom.

After a full half hour's delay, Daoran got up from the ground, with a firm expression on his face.

He decided that he must never go to hell in this life, otherwise he would rather be a monk for the rest of his life.

The Blood Pool Hell is so frighteningly terrifying that King Kong can't stand it even if it's not bad.

However, Daoran is also very happy, he will definitely win the fight with the shaman.

　I thought it was the first time that the male protagonist killed someone himself, but he forgot that he killed it once before. The plot is wrong, please modify it.

　　
　
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