Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 580 The Real Ruthless Person: Purifying the World

I've seen so many people that even the occasional ghost I see seems pretty.

Chu Junhui showed no sign of fear and rushed forward enthusiastically.

"Hey man, your head is tilted, let me help you fix it."

"Hey, sister, your hands are cold. Let me warm them up for you."

"In front, your intestines fell out, pick them up."

"Forget it, don't pick it up. The people behind you... oh no, the ghosts behind you are all crushed by you."

"Hey who? Why are you wearing a hat when no one else has one?"

Chu Junhui lifted the ghost's hat and found that it was a bright bald head with a few scars from ordination.

"Well, the monks have come to hell to join in the fun."

Chu Junhui didn't know whether he could gain blessings by chanting Buddha's name all his life in this world, but he was sure that if he came to hell to serve his sentence, he should be able to get an extra hat.

“Maybe they also think bald heads are unsightly.”

Chu Junhui shook his hair and thought to himself that he was no longer the same kind of person as them.

Since he had nothing to do, he had previously supported a narcissist who used his hair as his body to break through to the Mountain-Seeing Realm, and took his divine will.

With the divine will of hair growth, no one can stop him from growing hair again.

Not only that, his divine power can also instantly remove other people's hair and turn them into a round bald head.

I am a monk, but you are bald, what do you say?
By manipulating a group of ghosts, Chu Junhui collected some very key information.

1. These ghosts can understand human language, but not much, and their IQ is probably lower than that of a three-year-old child.

This leads to a question: why are the ghosts who came to Blue Star through the Naihe Bridge in later generations so smart and retained so many memories from their previous lives?
Second, their souls are not complete, and the so-called reincarnation of Chu Junhui tends to stuff something into their souls that can replenish their souls.

Similar to the natural treasures used in the world of immortal cultivation to replenish the consumption of spiritual power.

3. These ghosts have physical bodies and can be hurt by physical means... This is probably the unique law of the Eighteen Hells.

The noise made by Chu Junhui attracted the attention of the group of bald monks in the distance. As the executioners of the ghosts, they were naturally also responsible for maintaining order in hell.

In fact, under normal circumstances, there is nothing to maintain. The ghosts in the Eighteen Hells are inexplicably suppressed. They will not suddenly hurt people, nor will they fight with other ghosts, so there is no difficulty in management.

But if someone sneaks in, and that person isn't a very human being, then trouble can easily arise.

"Where are you from and how did you get into the Eighteen Levels of Hell?" A bald monk picked up the bloody torture instrument in his hand and walked towards Chu Junhui with a vigilant look on his face.

It was a pair of red-hot iron pliers. One look at it revealed that it would sizzle when it touched the skin.

Chu Junhui sighed at the convenience of the Buddhist camp here - if you take a look and see that he is bald, then he is one of us; if you take a look and see that he is not bald, then he is not one of us.

My brother's hair is still so unique!
In order to prove his identity, Chu Junhui revealed his "white hair appearance".

"Demon... Lord Demon!" The bald monk screamed, quickly threw away the pliers in his hand, and stepped forward to pay homage.

"Why are you in the Eighteenth Level of Hell?"

Living people cannot stay in the Eighteen Hells for a long time, so for this group of bald monks, the guards here are on rotation and they are not isolated from the world. They had heard of the reputation of the Demon Lord when they were in the Paradise, so naturally they did not dare to neglect him at this time.

Chu Junhui heard a sense of nervousness in the man's tone, as if his boss was visiting him incognito. He waved his hand to signal the other party to calm down, saying that he was not there to inspect the work.

"I'm here to find the Pure Land Bodhisattva. Which floor is he on?"

"The Bodhisattva is on the nineteenth floor. I'll take you there!"

The man's tone was too rich, and Chu Junhui heard a sense of excitement about skipping work from his mouth.

"Then lead the way."

……

As the bald monk went deeper into the cave, the scene gradually became more inappropriate for children.

Execution is not just talk. People outside may still talk about humanitarianism, but that doesn't apply here.

A bloody mess.

Smart ghosts will scream, but stupid ones will just remain stunned.

"Your Excellency, all the little ghosts you saw deserved their punishment. When they were alive, they sowed discord, slandered and harmed others, and were smooth-talking and clever in their arguments. After death, they will be sent to the Tongue-Pulling Hell. We pry open the mouths of these little ghosts, clamp their tongues with pliers, and pluck them out alive. This is also a lesson for them and a way to cleanse their sins."

"As long as you serve your sentence and pay for your sins in your previous life, you will be able to reincarnate smoothly."

Chu Junhui had never seen what those ghosts did in their lifetime, so he couldn't comment on it. He asked out of curiosity.

"Who will judge the merits and demerits of these ghosts?"

The bald monk replied, "It is the Pure World Bodhisattva. All ghosts who come to the eighteen levels of hell must first go to the nineteenth level, where the Pure World Bodhisattva will judge their sins and then sort them out to different levels."

"How can we make a clear judgment?" Chu Junhui asked with some doubt.

No matter how honest an official is, there are always unjust cases that cannot be resolved. Can the Bodhisattva of Pure Land alone handle all the cases?

"The Bodhisattva holds a mirror of three lives in his hand, which can reflect a person's past and future, and there will definitely be no injustice."

"The difficulty is not the means..." Chu Junhui shook his head.

He thought of the days when he interrogated human traffickers in the "Dream Talking House".

Just listening to those people describe what they had done, he felt it was a kind of spiritual pollution, let alone reading it again in detail.

No matter how strong the mind of the Pure World Bodhisattva is, can he remain unaffected after seeing millions or tens of millions of evil people and evil deeds? Can he still believe in the truth, goodness and beauty of this world?
That's pretty bad.

This is not a group of ghosts in jail, it is just the Bodhisattva of Pure World in jail alone.

"Are there no good ghosts in the Eighteen Layers of Hell?"

"What is a good ghost?" The bald monk didn't quite understand.

“It means someone who accumulated merits and did good deeds during his lifetime.”

"You are talking about them, Demon Lord! Then you should not see such ghosts in the Eighteenth Level of Hell."

"why?"

"We can only help the bad guys reincarnate, the good guys have gone to another reincarnation path."

"Including Buddhist disciples?"

"Including Buddhist disciples."

"why?"

"This... you have to ask the Pure World Bodhisattva. We don't know either."

As they walked and talked, the two came to a pool of calm magma.

"If you jump from here, you will reach the next level of hell. Only living people can jump here. Ghosts take another path. Don't worry, what looks like lava is actually fake."

Yes, it’s the employee channel.

Chu Junhui was not afraid at all and jumped down directly.

After that, they passed through the Scissors Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Mirror of Evil Hell, and Steamer Hell.

Chu Junhui could barely understand the punishments in other hells, but when he arrived at the Bronze Pillar Hell, his eyes still twitched.

The ghosts were stripped naked and tied to copper pillars more than two meters high.

Charcoal fire burned inside the copper pillar, burning the entire pillar red.

"No, can this survive?"

Chu Junhui now began to suspect that reincarnation was a scam, and that Buddhism had brought these ghosts to this place to torture them.

"Of course he can't survive, please look, Demon Lord." The bald monk pointed to the right.

Over there, a ghost couldn't stand the burning at the copper pillar and was burned to death.

But not long after, a flash of pure holy light appeared.

Alas, he is alive again and can be tied to a bronze pillar and tortured again.

"The Bodhisattva Pure World said that this is the best way to use the Yindu Tree." The bald monk said quietly.

Fake and ruthless person: Zhiwu.

The real ruthless person: Jingshi.

Chu Junhui suddenly felt that following the path of the devil was also a kind of liberation, liberating himself and his enemies as well.

Besides…people like him who are destined to go to hell should not reincarnate, there is no need.

(End of this chapter)