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Chapter 1444 The Buddha's Voice in Hell

 Chapter 1444 Buddha’s Voice in Hell

The towering city stands in the darkness.

There are no ghost soldiers stationed here. The huge city gate is wide open. The gate hole is dark and deep, like a big mouth that chooses and devours people.

There are no dead people coming in or out, and there are no ghosts escorting ghosts back and forth.

Just because... this is the city of futile death!

The so-called people who died in vain are not those who died of old age, committed suicide, died in war, or died in accidents or natural disasters. All those who died unjustly can be called people who died in vain. Such people are precisely the ones with the most resentment and are the most likely to get into trouble.

The presence.

The City of Wasted Death is a paradise for these dead souls. According to legend, this place was built by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva specifically to accommodate people who died in vain.

I have been wandering around in the underworld for so long, but I never thought that the end would be this city of vain death.

The towering ghost town can feel the cold air from a long distance away.

The maroon horse stopped in front of the city gate. After galloping all the way, it turned back for the first time and looked at the carriage with its dancing eyes. After a moment of hesitation, it asked: "Seventh Master, do we want to enter the city?"

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Master Qi said: "You are here, you must be entering the city!"

The horse didn't seem to hear it, and muttered to himself: "It's so scary here. Last time I came here, a crazy man suddenly came out and grabbed my reins. It must be said that he was egoistic.

He recited it so hard that I almost didn't come back..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Qi in the carriage slowly uttered two words: "Add! Money!"

"okay!"

The horse responded, and then the ticking sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the carriage slowly started moving again.

I lowered the curtain and sat down again. On the surface, I was calm, but in fact, I was in a state of confusion. It was a waste of time that all the followers of Ksitigarbha in this city were there. How could there be any old friends of our Lao Wei family in the city?

Master Bai Qi glanced at me and asked, "You should know the origin and function of this city, right? Now you should understand why Master Eight and I have a conflict with this place, right?"

Without waiting for my answer, he said to himself: "These people who died in vain all died unexpectedly, and they have the heaviest grievances. They must be treated with caution in the underworld, but this city of vain death is a different kind, and there is a sense of teaching without distinction.

No matter what kind of person they were, they accepted all the people who died in vain, so many people who died in vain turned into fierce ghosts. After they made mistakes in the world, they all like to hide here. As long as they hide in the city of vain death, they can escape the responsibility of their crimes. This is a shelter.

, is also a place outside the law.

This conflicts with the responsibilities of us yin marshals. We are responsible for arresting those guys who cause trouble in yin and yang. Therefore, not only me and Ba Ye are complicit here, but even Suo Ye and other yin marshals are also in conflict with this place.

rush.

Last time, there was a guy who killed more than a dozen people in the human world. He was extremely violent. He was originally captured by ghosts, but he escaped after entering the underworld. He hid all the way in the City of Fusui. The one who got into trouble was one of my men, so I had no choice but to

He came forward and invited Ba Ye and several shady handsome men to come to ask for someone, hoping that they would give him some face. Who knew that these guys wouldn't even give him such a face? In the end, they even had a fight, which even alarmed Yama Luodian and Fengdu Mountain.

, sent people to stop it, but in the end the matter had to be left alone."

Regarding the details of the fight, Bai Qiye didn't say much, but judging from his stern expression, he probably suffered a loss.

While we were talking, the horse had already pulled us into the city, and suddenly, a burst of Sanskrit sound came.

Is there any Sanskrit sound in the dense underworld?

I felt strange and looked out through the window, only to see that the scene in the city was completely different from the ghosts in the center.

There is no liveliness here at all. The long streets are empty, and the quiet sound of horse hooves is very abrupt. On the right side of the carriage, there is a relatively open area where countless innocent ghosts gather.

Some had bulging eyes and were suspected of being strangled to death, some had their bodies disemboweled and had a large amount of internal organs hanging out, and some had their heads cut off and held in their arms.

This is the scene of their death, each one of them is crying with ghosts, they are all ghosts of wronged people, gathered together, the fierce resentment persists, making the place look foggy.

In front of these many innocent ghosts, a monk was sitting cross-legged and preaching.

Is that...a person?

For a moment, I even had such an illusion, but then I woke up and realized that this should be an eminent monk. As a practitioner, he did not avoid the underworld after he passed away, but came here on his own initiative. He has almost lost his ghost nature, sitting there cross-legged like a living person.

He was preaching there, with a majestic treasure, and a group of ferocious ghosts below listened in rapt attention. This was definitely a strange scene.

Suddenly, a black and round thing appeared under the window pane. I thought it was something, but when I got closer, I saw that it was a head.

A ghost monk with a short stature and a dark head stood next to the carriage. He was not an eminent monk. He was just an ordinary ghost monk. He probably had never been exposed to this practice during his lifetime. He directly showed his death to others. He didn't know When did he find himself on the carriage? When he saw me, he raised his head and smiled at me. He subconsciously put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, donor... oh my god!"

The horse pulling the cart suddenly accelerated, and the man almost fell down. He danced and danced for a long time before he could stabilize his body. Just as he was about to speak, a white head popped out of the window. It was Bai Qi Ye.

"You blind bitch, you dare to stop even my bicycle frame, get out of here!"

Bai Qiye looked at it with a smile, but there was no warmth on his face. He slapped the ghost monk on the head. When the other party saw that it was Bai Qiye, his expression changed drastically. He received a sudden slap and immediately He rolled off the carriage and rolled several times. After he got up, he disappeared in a flash.

After this incident, it seems that the entire city of Fu Shi knew that Bai Qiye was coming, and there was nothing to bother us anymore.

The horse pulled the car and took us all the way into the center of the ghost town. There are no houses here, only a tall government office suppressing it. Judging from the appearance, the government office is even more majestic than the evil punishment department. At the entrance, there are two naked Arhats standing. One of the two Arhats is holding a tower, and the other is holding a demon-conquering pestle, showing no anger and self-power.

In front of the main hall, there are four characters written on a plaque - Ksitigarbha Palace!

The horse has stopped in front of the hall.

Looking at the four big characters on the main hall, I was shocked and silent for a long time.

"Hey, don't worry, your old friend is not Ksitigarbha.

Hey... hell is not empty, but no one in the underworld has ever seen Ksitigarbha.

At least, there are only legends about him, but no one has ever seen him."

Bai Qiye seemed to have noticed my thoughts, shook his head and explained, then he pulled me out of the car, and shouted into the hall with a broken gong: "Daoming, Daoming, you thief and bald man, come to Grandpa quickly."

If you die, grandpa will come looking for you again!!"


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