I noticed my thoughts again...
Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes, a little unsure of what his inner demon was going to do.
Should we erase them?
After thinking for a while, Zhang Zhiwei didn't do anything. He could erase it, but it was unnecessary. If he erased it, wouldn't it mean that he felt guilty.
Besides, isn't it just to torture and temper yourself when you enter this scene?
If he just wanted to be brave and fight hard, and wanted to beat up his inner demons, then why would he go into the interior and suppress it directly in the small world of the human body? Wouldn't it be better?
No matter what tricks you play, I will shoulder them all...
Although he thought so, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry. He just stood on Naihe Bridge with his arms folded and watched the show, just like an outsider.
Then I saw an ox-headed horse escorting "him" across the Naihe Bridge.
During this period, neither the bull-headed horse-face nor that "him" had any reaction to Zhang Zhiwei on the bridge, as if he did not exist.
Zhang Zhiwei was thoughtful, and casually pulled the long tongue of a kid next to him who was being tortured by having his tongue pulled out, tied a knot, and stuffed it back into his mouth.
During the process of Zhang Zhiwei tying the knot, both the tortured kid and the tongue-puller Yinza seemed to have nothing to do with him. They just looked at the tongue that was inexplicably tied into a knot with puzzled expressions.
"There is a real feeling when touching, and you can even feel the rough lines on the tongue. Everything is very real, but this is just a pure sensory illusion. In reality, everything is illusion, but..."
"It cannot be denied that compared to the beginning, this inner world has a deeper impact on me. I hold Yuan Shouyi, and the state of perfect integration of spirit, energy and spirit has not changed. How did the inner demons affect me?"
"Since it can be affected, it means that my state of unity of spirit, energy and spirit actually has a gap and is not complete. So where is this gap?"
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, watching the bull-headed horse-face and "him" go further and further away.
But the strange thing is that no matter how far they go, they can't get out of Zhang Zhiwei's sight, as if they are standing still.
"I'm asking you to put yourself in the urn, why don't you use invitations?"
Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry and stood still, refusing to move his feet.
For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate.
Zhang Zhiwei is not anxious, what is anxious is his inner demon.
Sure enough, after a while, the inner demon couldn't bear it anymore, and the sinister voice came from far away and said:
"The answer you want is with me, I, am I going into this alone, are you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward. As soon as he moved, the cow-headed horse-faced and "him" who were standing still in front of him began to move again.
Even though he knew there was a game ahead, Zhang Zhiwei chose to join in. Isn't this the meaning of this trip?
Reflect your inner demons on yourself, find the gaps that you can't detect, and then repair them.
As for whether it is dangerous to fall into the trap of inner demon?
What a joke, what are you doing without danger? !
The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!
"Yes, that's it. It's a bit interesting. I haven't had this slightly challenging feeling for a long time. I hope you won't let me down, otherwise, I will... burn you to the ground!"
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Zhang Zhiwei followed the ox-headed horse face, walking all the way through Wangxiangtai, Evil Dog Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Ecstasy Hall, Fengdu City, and walked to the Palace of Hell like a horse.
Along the way, I was used to seeing all kinds of eerie and horrific scenes. Even though Zhang Zhiwei's mind was as tough as iron, he still felt inexplicably irritated and had the urge to overthrow this hellish place. Everyone in the world is suffering, and he still has to be here after death. Take a trip to a ghost place?
Moreover, this interior scene is too real. The inner demon is transformed by obsession, and what it possesses cannot exceed the source of the original deity.
But there are many things here that Zhang Zhiwei himself doesn't know, or only has a partial understanding of. How did the inner demon come out?
"The interior scene is by no means as simple as the spiritual world. There are many unknown things hidden there!"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed inwardly, and then noticed that "him" was being escorted into the Yama Hall with an ox-headed and horse-faced face, and he followed him in.
As soon as you enter the Yama Hall, the first thing you see is two tall and thin figures, one black and one white. They are both holding mourning sticks and chains. A red tongue hangs straight from their mouths to their chests. They both have high hats on their heads. They are writing about getting rich at a glance. The peace of the world is exactly the legendary black and white impermanence.
And in the middle of the main hall, behind the four-corner judging platform, King Yama is sitting with a golden sword.
King Yama wears a square crown on his head and a blue robe. He has a leopard head with eyes and an angry head. He holds a book in his right hand and bends over the desk with his left arm. There are case files, writing brushes and pen holders on the desk.
On the right side of King Yama is the judge wearing a gauze hat and blue robe.
"Is this person Zhang Zhiwei from Huangcheng Village, Zhengji Town, Yicheng City, HUB Province?!" The King of Hell shouted.
Is this game meant to torture one's heart... Zhang Zhiwei at the door didn't answer and watched quietly.
Zhang Zhiwei, who was being interrogated in the middle of the hall, said: "It's me!"
The King of Hell picked up the file on the desk, took a look at it, and said angrily:
"What a madman who is full of sins. Your sins are simply too numerous to list. If you count them together, you will be in the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reincarnated. Do you admit your guilt?"
My life is...flawless, will I go to eighteen levels of hell? It's just a joke, you have to make it up properly...Zhang Zhiwei folded his hands and looked on coldly, looking at King Yama like a clown.
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei had this idea, he saw "him" being tied up with iron ropes for trial. He also raised his head and looked at King Yama like a clown, and sneered:
"I have no time in my life, and I will go to eighteen levels of hell. It's just a joke. I have to make it up more rationally, right?"
Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"
He seems to have understood the intention of the inner demon, and wants to make it come true?
I saw King Yama slamming the table and shouting angrily: "I made it up. I will read the charges to you today and let you die clearly."
"You kill people like hemp, and you should be sent to the Hell of the Mountain of Swords. You don't respect teachers and tell endless lies, and you should go to the Hell of Pulling Out Tongues. If you set fires and hurt others, you should go to the Hell of Copper Pillars. If you rob others of their property, you should be sent to the Hell of Oil. Hell. If you eat five animals, you will go to the cow pit hell."
"If you kill children, you will go to the hell of stone crushing. If you waste food, you will go to the hell of mortar. If you are arrogant and undermine the dignity of others, you will go to the hell of blood pool. As a Taoist priest, if you do not abide by the rules and precepts, you will go to the hell of volcano..."
The King of Hell talked endlessly, and Zhang Zhiwei frowned. Even though he felt that this was not good, he still matched the things he did with the sins above, and analyzed whether he was wrong one by one.
While Zhang Zhiwei was analyzing, "he" who was being judged also raised his head and said loudly:
"The people I burned and killed were all deserving of death. To say that I don't respect my teacher is even more nonsense. I respect my teacher and my own way."
"As for robbing other people's property, it is even more nonsense. I have never taken ill-gotten gains. The money I obtained was either from selling talismans to pilgrims or from robbers and bandits."
"I live and do everything with a clear conscience. No one is qualified to judge me, not even you, King Yama!"
Although "he" was a figment of his inner demons, in terms of being unruly and arrogant, he was exactly the same as Zhang Zhiwei.
It can even be said that these ideas are Zhang Zhiwei's own ideas.
"With a clear conscience?" The King of Hell sneered: "Are you really able to do things with a clear conscience? Come on, bring me here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chain in Hei Wuchang's hand flew out of the Yama Palace. When he took it back, there was a jar covered with yellow talismans tied to one end of the chain.
"when!"
The jar fell to the ground, and the bones turned around. A pale head and limbs grew out, and a pair of vicious eyes stared at "Zhang Zhiwei" on the field.
