Day and night tour

Chapter 312: Infernal Punishment
When Shang Wenjun heard that Zhou Xuan was going to perform a human sacrifice, he couldn't help but frowned his rather heroic eyebrows.

She said to Zhou Xuan with some difficulty: "Young Master, Mingjiang Prefecture has abolished the Living Shrine for many years. Now that it is used again, I am afraid that it will break the rules."

The painter advised Shang Wenjun: "Master Shang, there were many ancestral temples in Mingjiang Prefecture, and many people suffered. That's why the three major halls united to resist human sacrifice.
But now, it is a completely different situation. The interrogation of this Buddhist stone Buddha is a serious matter, and we should use some unconventional means and must not be constrained by the rules. "

"Then where can we find twelve living people?" Shang Wenjun asked again.

"Our Bone Elders will take care of it."

The painter said, "We have escorted some death row prisoners out of the prison cages of the government office. Young sir, do these living people have any requests, such as... their birth dates or something?"

"As long as they are alive."

Zhou Xuan emphasized: "But it must be a death row inmate, don't make a scapegoat."

He had heard Li Chengfeng say before that the Mother Wall of Sighs had to eat raw food every once in a while. The people who ate it were the death row prisoners. There were people from the government office who took the death row prisoners to Huifeng Medical College, and the amount of food needed was not small.
In addition, the Mingjiang Prefecture would also use living people as stakes. Living death row prisoners would be driven into the ground as stakes at reservoirs, river bridges, embankments, etc., in the hope of praying for good luck.

Generally speaking, the number of death row prisoners needed in the city is considerable. The lobby needs the death row prisoners, and the people in the government office naturally have to hand them over on time and in quantity... What to do if there are not enough death row prisoners?
A scapegoat?

Some people whose crimes were not punishable by death were released after being imprisoned for decades, and their crimes were given heavier sentences, reaching the level of execution, and they were charged with crimes punishable by death row...

Zhou Xuan guessed that this kind of thing must have happened a lot, but he was not the head of the Mingjiang government office, so he had no control over these tricks.

The world is dark. If Zhou Xuan has to intervene in every dark incident, not only will he have no time to practice incense, he will be so tired that he will die.

However, today Zhou Xuan proposed to take death row prisoners. As it was something that happened right under his nose, he hoped that the background of these death row prisoners would be clean.

——If he is a death row prisoner, he is a death row prisoner. Don’t use prisoners sentenced to serious punishment to pay off the debt.

"Knowing that you are a man of integrity, no one dares to offend you."

The painter said what he wanted to say, but he still decided to supervise the matter personally. He activated the law of space and went to the government office.

Daluotian and Wuxiangyu were still shouting, "Zhou Xuan, don't waste your energy. How can there be ghosts around under the temple? We are cultivating the golden body of Buddhism. We are full of precious Buddha light. Ghosts and demons can't get close to us. Blood sacrifices and witchcraft spells can't do anything to us."

"hiss."

Zhou Xuan squatted down, looked at the two stone Buddhas, and said, "Big Buddha, Little Buddha, you two have changed, you have become arrogant. The witch hall is probably too gentle to you, and your self-confidence has been cultivated."

Shang Wenjun also felt embarrassed when he heard this. The more these two stone Buddhas shouted, the more they were slapping the witch in the face and mocking her incompetence.

"Master Shang, don't take it personally. This is how the Buddhists are. They always look down on us, the Jing people."

Zhou Xuan pointed at the Ox Bone Boy and asked, "Is there any way to separate these two people?"

"Have."

"Separate them. Lock one up on top of the altar and another down below. If they are put together, it will be really noisy."

After Zhou Xuan gave the order, Shang Wenjun sent the disciples in the hall to do it.

"If you raise another ox bone boy, you will be able to..." After giving the order, Shang Wenjun reported to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and interrupted Shang Wenjun's report. He didn't need to know the details, he just wanted to separate the two.

Shang Wenjun stopped talking, and Zhou Xuan sat on a recliner, closed his eyes and rested, trying to save some energy and strength so that he could show Wuxiangyu and Daluotian some color later.

Not long after, the Wu Xiang Yu in the Ox Bone Boy was pulled out by the disciples of the Witch Hall and brought to the altar.
Zhou Xuan patted the armrest of the recliner and said, "Master Shang, my sister is also a witch. She likes to close her eyes and rest her mind most on weekdays."

"The witch senses the aura between heaven and earth. Her perception is always floating between heaven and earth. She looks like she is resting with her eyes closed, but in fact she is still communicating with those auras."

Shang Wenjun said: "For a witch, this is a way to accumulate incense. If Lingyi often closes her eyes to rest, it means that she has put a lot of effort into her incense practice."

In terms of hard work, Shang Wenjun was extremely impressed by Zhou Lingyi - she was a rare witch genius in a century, and she was willing to work hard and never missed a moment of her practice.

Only a person with such talent and diligence could become the first priestess of the old temple in her early twenties.

"I thought my sister was lazy, but I didn't expect she was diligent."

“Geniuses are always the most diligent, while mediocre people waste their time.”

Shang Wenjun said seriously.

"You have to relax once in a while. If you keep tense all the time, you'll get hurt."

Zhou Xuan advised.

There was a storytelling session at the Metropolitan last night, and Zhou Xuan saw it clearly. All the people from the City God Society and the Bone Elders Association went to listen to the story, all wanting to watch the fun. Only the witch and none of the disciples went.

Sure enough, the witch was just as rumored by the outside world, she didn't care about anything and only focused on practicing.

"It's just that I'm a bit old-fashioned. Some of my disciples' determination to seek the truth is not stable."

Shang Wenjun forced a smile and said, "Although many disciples did not go to the metropolis, they all listened to the radio in private... Qixuanmen and Han Li."

"You don't go to the scene to listen, but listen secretly on the radio?"

Zhou Xuan was somewhat happy, but after thinking about it, he felt something was not right. These days, there was no instant communication. Even if he recorded the book lecture on the spot, he still had to record it onto film and then send it to the radio station. It would take at least two days, and he was afraid that it would not be broadcast on the radio station.

The musician said, "Young Master, you don't know that you are now a famous person in Mingjiang Prefecture. There are also storytellers on the radio station who give live narrations. No matter what you say, there are listeners who call the station and insist on listening to your story about mortals cultivating immortals.

Some storytellers, after listening to your storytelling at the Metropolitan Museum, even wrote special stories about your storytelling. Their performances are not as good as yours, but as long as they perform, people will listen. "

"Huh? Why hasn't anyone told me about this?"

Zhou Xuan was a little surprised.

"There is a small radio station. Because of the storyteller who tells your book, you have learned it well. Now it is extremely popular. I don't know how many listeners are listening to it by the radio."

"Then you have to pay me something?"

Zhou Xuan said jokingly.

"I guess the money has already been sent to the cleaning shop. The Metropolitan hired gentlemen, Bai Guang and Gu Lingnuan, to warm up the venue. Even if the radio station owner has no vision, he will understand a little bit and come to you to discuss how to distribute the profits."

"I can make money just by lying down. I can say I made a fortune."

Zhou Xuan smiled and recalled the color of the "Book of Will".

When he was sensing the Heavenly Book for his master, the "Heavenly Book of Will" was white and warm, and even had a crystal texture. The white jade was like old ice, and just from this color, one could tell how strong the power of will contained in it was.

Those storytellers who imitated him also put in a lot of effort in this strong wish.

"The young master's fame has spread throughout Mingjiang Prefecture. His power of wish is like the surging sea, inexhaustible. The ancient tree and the golden bell are blessed."

The musicians were also happy from the bottom of their hearts...

……

While Zhou Xuan, the musician and Shang Wenjun were chatting, the painter finally arrived late.

He brought several old men and twelve death row prisoners.

Each of them was wearing a dirty white prison uniform with a huge black word "Prisoner" written on the chest.

Zhou Xuan had only seen this kind of prison uniform in film and television works in his previous life. When he saw it now, he felt that the word "prisoner" was a bit eye-catching.

"Are they all from a clean background?" Zhou Xuan asked.

The painter himself would do the job properly. He made a gesture and one of the old men took out a pile of documents from his briefcase and handed them to Zhou Xuan.

"Young sir, these are the files of the twelve of them. They were not tortured into confessing, nor were they edited without permission. They are all proven crimes. Please take a look."

Zhou Xuan took the document and read it carefully, just like he had read a contract in his previous life.

"Li Daniu, coveting the beauty of his sister-in-law... but afraid of being exposed... and then committing adultery and murder."

"He Baitian robbed Wang Desheng, the owner of the gold shop on Jisi Street. After Wang Desheng put up a fierce resistance, he killed Wang Desheng's family of six with an axe."

Zhou Xuan checked everything one by one and indeed did not find any mistakes, so he returned all the files to Old Gu.

There was no problem with the identity of the death row prisoners, so Zhou Xuan began to activate the secret method. He pointed out the bone teeth and made a cut at the center of the eyebrows of each of the twelve people, and then he began to recite strange scriptures.

"Qi is the mother of God, and God is the son of Qi. If Qi and God are combined, one will be immortal. Qi condenses into a strong man, and God becomes a giant..."

This is the secret method Zhou Xuan learned from the "Zhōnghuo Tongzhen Lu" - "The Giant Sutra".

While he was chanting the scriptures, the twelve death row prisoners looked at Zhou Xuan as if they had seen something extraordinary. Their eyes changed from indifference and numbness to piousness.

“Qi is the mother of God, and God is the son of Qi!

If you have both spirit and energy, you will be immortal!"

An invisible drum seemed to appear in Zhou Xuan's hand. He beat the drum with his left hand, and there was a hint of madness in the sound.

"Giant is formed by air, and giant spirit appears."

Zhou Xuan's voice became increasingly sharp.

The twelve death row prisoners were so humble that they were not just kneeling. Instead, they lay prone on the ground, desperately banging their heads against the hard surface of the altar.

Red and white flowed out of their broken skulls, and bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The fishy and sticky liquid filled the cracks in the altar floor, forming strange patterns that extended all the way to Zhou Xuan's feet.

While Zhou Xuan was still reciting the "Giant Sutra" almost crazily, his body unconsciously floated in the air.

However, this kind of levitation did not have the feeling of being an immortal under the laws of space or the daily wandering of the soul. Instead, it seemed particularly strange, as if countless invisible believers were holding up their hands high and lifting him up alive.

At this moment, his figure caught the eyes of the death row prisoners, making them even more fanatical. They continued to pound the altar floor with force, holding their heads, which had been shattered to only half a piece.

In the eyes of the painter, musician, and Shang Wenjun, this scene seemed strange and bizarre.

"My Lord is immortal!"

"The master will live as long as the heaven and earth!"

The prisoners, whose heads were already missing, were full of vitality. They shouted inspiring slogans and continued to bang their necks against the ground.

Blood is splashing,

Bones and minced meat were dancing happily on the ground.

Zhou Xuan's almost crazy scriptures are the baton of life force for the death row prisoners.

combustion,

combustion,

Every verse is burning with blood and flesh,

When the blood and flesh were tragic enough, the altar of the Witch God Temple also began to shake.

All the flesh and blood is rapidly decaying.
The mud turned into brown mud, which began to aggregate under the stimulation of the scriptures and the blessing of the altar.
It gathered into hands, feet, and a torso, and then into a giant several meters tall that was hollow inside.

"If the spirit and energy are both present, one will be immortal."

Zhou Xuan roared viciously,

The giant opened his eyes after roaring.

His eyes were hollow, yet seemed extremely deep. Shang Wenjun only took a glance at them and immediately felt uneasy. All the memories of the past were seen in those eyes.
Many images from the future are constantly appearing in my eyes.

That eye seemed to have become an eye that could "know the past and predict the future". Unconsciously, Shang Wenjun's mind was completely attracted by the eye and he walked towards the giant step by step.

"Master Shang, lower your head and close your eyes. Do not look, do not listen, and do not hear anything."

The musician played the bone harp and called back Shang Wenjun, who had lost his mind.

When Shang Wenjun came to his senses, he found that the musician and the painter had already lowered their heads and closed their eyes.

She followed suit and lowered her head, but she had doubts in her heart, so she communicated with the musician and the painter through the sound transmission method. "Old Painter, Old Music, the young master's scripture is an evil curse. The altar of the Witch God Temple will kill anyone who sees the evil curse..."

"The curse is an evil one, but the old master dare not touch him."

"Why?" Shang Wenjun asked the musician.

The musician said: "The spell itself is very evil, but the giant that was formed is the truth that was not distributed by the will of the Well Country."

Hearing that it was "the truth that there is no distribution", Shang Wenjun was stunned for half a minute, and then he spoke faintly, "Are you sure?"

"I have divine power and can feel many things that you cannot feel. The giant not far away is indeed the undistributed truth."

"I felt the disorder of time and space around that giant."

The painter also said: "Young sir, what a great handwriting."

Since it is the "truth that has not been distributed by the will", the powerful status of the Witch Temple can only serve as a supporting role to cooperate with this bizarre and bloody summoning of the giant.

The sound of Zhou Xuan's frantic chanting seemed to have become an ancient ballad of the ancestors of the Jing State. In the midst of madness, it even had some strange rhythm, like a sad song for summoning spirits.

The corrupt juices of the condemned prisoners consumed the last of his spirit and energy. The giant slowly closed his eyes again, and his figure became ethereal and intangible.

Zhou Xuan's figure finally landed on the ground.

The Zoroastrian Fire Giants Sutra, together with the Witch Temple, summons the spirits of giants from ancient times.

The giant's features are blurred, his body is full of light and color,
The ceremony was over, but Zhou Xuan was still like a priest at the altar, with no human emotions in his eyes. He looked at Shang Wenjun coldly and said, "Put Daluotian into the giant's body."

Shang Wenjun's aura as the witch hall master had disappeared at this time. She didn't know why, but she just felt that there was a strong oppressive force in Zhou Xuan's every move, which forced her to do as Zhou Xuan ordered.

"come over."

Shang Wenjun threw out the ruthless red silk, entangled the ox bone boy, and threw Daluotian into the "giant".
"Zhou Xuan, what are you doing again?" Daluotian cursed.

"This giant is called 'Disorder'. Its body is a world in itself, implying another layer of time and space."

Zhou Xuan said sternly: "A moment in reality is a thousand years in that layer of time and space, Daluotian, I want to see... no matter how strong your will is, how many years of torture you can endure."

When he reached this point, he also walked up to the giant and suddenly jumped in.

As soon as he passed through the giant's body, his figure disappeared without a trace.

He also became a part of the giant's body in time and space.

Inside the giant's body, countless vultures were flying, the sun was scorching in the sky, and the ground was covered with yellow sand.

Daluotian was immediately scorched by the blazing sun in this small world. The vulture spread its huge wings, flew towards Daluotian, pinned him down under its claws, and began to peck at his internal organs...

…Groups of vultures, like locusts in a drought, pecked out all of Daluotian’s internal organs.

After the vultures dispersed, the sunlight burned Daluotian's exposed chest and abdomen.

"You think this little punishment can change my will?" Daluotian, with his chest and abdomen wide open, didn't care.

“It’s just one day.”

Zhou Xuan said with a sneer.

The sun in this giant world gradually set. The vultures landed on the ground and looked around vigilantly, but none of them would peck at the remains of Daluotian.

After a night passed, the sun climbed up into the sky again, the vultures were still soaring, and Daluotian's body became intact again.

He touched his stomach and chest. They were elastic, his heart was pumping, and his intestines were moving.

And the vultures once again flew to Daluotian and pecked at the food like they did yesterday.

"Eternal Hell?"

Only then did Daluotian realize how terrifying Zhou Xuan was.

Zhou Xuan used a secret method to summon the souls of the disordered giants and created a long world of time and space to carry out his punishment - the non-stop vulture belly-pecking punishment would be carried out every day thereafter.

How long will this pecking punishment last?

"One moment in reality is a thousand years in this world. Five minutes in reality is a thousand years in this world. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years may have passed.
Time is very long. To this world, a day is just a grain of sand in the ocean of yellow sand.
Daluotian, you must enjoy yourself."

Zhou Xuan merged with this world, and his voice was heard between heaven and earth.

"Master Shang, please throw the Wuxiang Prison in as well."

Shang Wenjun agreed and went to the altar, captured Wuxiangyu, and threw him into the giant.

At this time, the painter and musician were guessing the origin of the giant.

"Lao Hua, is the disorder of time and space controlled by Blood Well Heavenly Venerable?"

"Since this is the truth that Jing Country has not distributed, it means that this giant appeared on this continent, perhaps even before Tianzun."

The musician pondered.

The painter nodded and said, "Perhaps there is more than one giant in the world, but a tribe, a tribe of giants.
"Every giant has a "disordered" space-time in their body. After the group dies, all the "disordered" space-times gather together to form the Blood Well Heavenly Venerable?"

"I don't know where the young master got the truth about the giant. Lao Hua, you understand both the laws of space and time. If you don't go into the giant and comprehend it carefully, it may be an opportunity for you."

"I don't have the courage of the young master. I can jump into the disordered space and time whenever I want. Even if I jump in, I won't gain anything."

The painter said: "The disorder of time and space cannot be mastered by mortals, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"It has been recognized by Blood Well Heavenly Venerable."

The painter said: "The disordered space-time is controlled by Blood Well Heavenly Venerable. He can assign it to whoever he wants. There is no doubt about it... Oh..."

At this point, the painter suddenly woke up from his dream. No wonder Zhou Xuan was like a super macho man. He said he would jump into the giant's body, and he jumped into the giant's body without any hesitation.

Zhou Xuan is the high priest appointed by Xuejing Tianzun and a walking priest on earth.

"People can't be generalized."

The painter sighed.

……

A moment of a thousand years,
When Wuxiangyu was thrown into the giant world, Daluotian had already suffered 30,000 years of torture in this "disordered" space and time.

At first, he was subjected to the punishment of being pecked by an eagle. Gradually, the punishment changed to lingchi. Every morning, a paper man would hold a paper knife and cut Daluotian's Dharma body one by one.

He was cut from morning to night, and when he was on the verge of death, Daluotian's body suddenly recovered as before, and the paper-man knifeman continued to torture him.

He was tortured every day, and each torture lasted for a whole day.

But after thousands of years of lingchi, Zhou Xuan changed the punishment to frying, burning, covering with earth, etc.
The moment he saw Wuxiangyu, the tortured Daluotian burst into tears: "Wuxiangyu, kill me, please kill me."

His will had collapsed long ago, and even his mental state was a little abnormal. He didn't look like a stone Buddha at all. He was just a patient who had been tortured to insanity.

"Eagle pecking, slow slicing, burning... He tortures me in different ways every day. I have been tortured for 30,000 years. I can't stand it anymore... I don't know how many more tens of thousands of years of hell I will have to endure... I can't stand it anymore."

He hugged Wuxiangyu's legs and cried sincerely.

His crying undoubtedly intensified Wuxiangyu's fear.

"Daluotian, what happened?"

"You will know soon." Zhou Xuan answered for Daluotian.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of natural birds of prey began to rise one after another.

“Ah, ah!”

The vultures circling in the sky swarmed towards Wuxiangyu one after another and pecked out his internal organs.

The next day, after his body recovered and was quickly eaten by vultures, he knew what the "Avici Hell" that Daluotian was talking about was referring to.
“Daluotian…Daluotian…Did you really go through thirty thousand years of torture?”

The Wuxiang Prison was shrouded in boundless fear. The iron will that the Buddhists were so proud of was rapidly declining. What was more terrifying than physical torture was the fear in their hearts.

"Kill me, kill me, Wuxiangyu... Kill me..."

Daluotian just howled crazily and did not give too many details, but he himself was the most complete detail in Zhou Xuan's "Infernal Punishment".

"Wu Xiang Yu, do you want to endure 30,000 years of torture?"

Zhou Xuan sneered and said, "Thirty thousand years is just the beginning. A thousand years here will last for a moment. I can torture you for a hundred thousand years, three hundred thousand years... until I torture you to the point of being completely insane..."

Wuxiang Prison was the breakthrough point chosen by Zhou Xuan for interrogation. Before he performed the ritual to summon the giant's soul, he asked Shang Wenjun to separate Wuxiang Prison and Daluotian, which was a plan.

Let Daluotian suffer great damage and torture to set a good example for Wuxiangyu. Then, with a little intimidation, he will surely be able to break Wuxiangyu's will and force it to submit.

"I...I...I can explain, but I only ask for a good death."

Wuxiangyu has been dealing with Zhou Xuan for such a long time, so he naturally knows that it is impossible to leave any survivors in Zhou Xuan's hands, but at least, he should not be tortured for 30,000 years.

"Then it depends on whether you can cooperate or not."

Zhou Xuan said coldly: "Now, I ask, you answer."

Wuxiangyu nodded helplessly.

"Why did the Buddha Kingdom invade the Flesh and Blood Dynasty and the Well Kingdom?"

"Our Buddha Kingdom... the Buddha of the Buddha Kingdom is about to die, and the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Buddha Kingdom will fall apart. We need to find a suitable country to rebuild the Thirty-Three Heavens."

Wuxiangyu said.

"Is Jingguo the appropriate country?"

"Yes...very suitable."

"You are the first group of Buddhists to land in Jing Country. What have you done over the years?"

After Zhou Xuan asked, before Wu Xiang Yu could answer, he threatened: "Think it over carefully before you speak. You cannot tell lies in this world... If you tell a lie, you will be tortured in the hell of endless suffering for ten thousand years."

Wu Xiang Yu's will was completely overwhelmed by the fear of the Avici Hell, and he kept saying: "We are the monks from the Buddhist Kingdom, looking for a suitable place to rebuild the Thirty-three Heavens.
After finding Jingguo, I, Wansejie, Wuxiangyu, and I were mainly responsible for guarding the forbidden area of ​​tattoos to prevent the news of Kongmingjing from leaking out.

And then, that’s it…”

"What is it?"

Zhou Xuan controlled the disordered time and space in the giant world, making the sun set and then rise quickly. When a new day came, Wuxiangyu's body recovered as before. The vultures in the sky stared at Wuxiangyu with a sinister look.
As long as Zhou Xuan gave the order, the vultures would circle down and peck at Wuxiangyu frantically.

"Guard the passage between the Buddha Kingdom and the Well Kingdom."

Zhou Xuan's heart skipped a beat. This was the key point of the question - there was actually a passage between the Buddha Kingdom and the Well Kingdom?

"Where is the passage? Pengjia Town? Or Xueshan Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan asked again.

The first time the three-headed stone Buddha actually appeared was in Xueshan Prefecture. Peng Sheng traveled west to look for the three Buddhas, and this was what he found.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan suspected that the passage was in these two places. Unexpectedly, Wuxiangyu gave an answer that was completely different from his guess - Huangyuan Prefecture.

"Why in Huangyuan Prefecture?"

Zhou Xuan asked calmly...

(End of this chapter)