Arriving at another small hell, an elegant man like a scholar was speechless. When he opened his mouth, he could see that his bloody tongue seemed to be shortened. There were stacks of thread-bound ancient books stacked in front of him, and the words were all arranged vertically. A black-faced Yaksha suddenly picked up a book, lit it on fire, and the flames were fluttering. He used long-handled fire scissors to burn the man's hands.
The man couldn't back away because a hairy Yaksha was holding his waist with a steel fork. The man screamed "Oooh" even louder, and his hands were burnt black by the flames and developed pustules, like cracked fruits. The pain was indescribable.
The ghost Chang Dexiang hid his face, but asked the tall jailer, what crime did this man commit during his lifetime? To suffer this kind of pain.
This man was Yuan Zhen, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. He wanted to marry his cousin Cui Yingying because he saw her extraordinary beauty, but his proposal was rejected. He was so angry that he wrote "Huizhen Ji", fictitiously having an affair with someone, and slandering her cousin's reputation. This caused Cui Yingying to be stained forever and caused future generations of readers to learn about having affairs. As a result, Yuan Zhen died in great pain. He bit his tongue and committed suicide. Didn't you see that a piece of his tongue was missing? After his death, he was sent to the Abi Hell and is still being tortured for more than a thousand years. His release from prison is far away.
When the tall jailer said this, he suddenly pulled the ghost Chang Dexiang aside, and he stood aside with the short jailer to make way for him. It turned out that two other jailers in blue pushed a young man with a bruise and blood on his head and face, who was still somewhat handsome even though he was walking with a limp, into this small hell, and ordered him to kneel down to watch Yuan Zhen, the guilty soul, suffer the burning of books. The torture of being burned by fire.
The two green-clothed jailers met the two jailers, one tall and one short, who were escorting Chang Dexiang. They exchanged a few words and ordered the ghost Chang Dexiang to kneel down side by side with the young man.
One of the green-robed jailers pointed at them and said, "You two sinners, although you don't know each other, you have committed the same sins, and there is a great connection." You are all male and female singers from the Eastern Land who sing love songs until you lose yourself and confuse others. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Huizhen Ji", which inspired many men and women in later generations to imitate and learn to have clandestine affairs, which seriously disrupted the social atmosphere. Therefore, Yuan Zhen is still imprisoned in Abi Hell and tortured without leaving. When you two were alive, you were only willing to sing vulgar, vulgar, and kitsch love songs. They were all melodramatic sounds that spread negative energy. I don’t know how many people’s minds were confused and their futures were missed. What crime do you deserve?
The obediently kneeling ghost Chang Dexiang lowered his head and said nothing. Suddenly, he heard another jailer in green say to the young man who was also kneeling next to her, "Sinful Soul Xiao Qi, tell me, why did you commit suicide?"
Xiao Qi died not long ago and can only be called a revenant. At this moment, the revenant Xiao Qi raised his head and said, I am a singer. I was a fan of the famous singer Chang Dexiang at first. I like to imitate her voice to sing love songs and appear on stage. With more opportunities, he became a singer. As for why I committed suicide by jumping off a building, it was because of broken love and had nothing to do with singing love songs.
The short jailer pointed his finger at the ghost Chang Dexiang and said to the deceased Xiao Qi, "Look, the person kneeling next to you is the famous singer Chang Dexiang who you have always been pursuing as a fan during your lifetime. Now it's better. You have realized the wish of "three samenesses". Isn't it? You also committed suicide, you also sang love songs during your lifetime, and you were also sent to Avici Hell to be tortured after your death.
The ghost Chang Dexiang glared at Xiao Qi, the dead soul, and thought to himself: I was originally tortured in the City of Wasted Death, but now I have been dragged by you to be tortured in Abi Hell where the torture tools are more cruel. What a bad luck! The deceased Xiao Ke also complained to Chang Dexiang in his heart: When I was alive, I should not learn from you to sing love songs. As soon as you sang the love songs, I became particularly infatuated. This time I lost my love because of my infatuation. I committed suicide by jumping off the building because of my lovelorn. I was beaten for committing suicide and other crimes. In short, you are the source of trouble when you enter the Abi Hell. Pooh!
At this time, the four jailers handed over the two sinners Xiao Qi and Chang Dexiang, a man and a woman, to the black-faced Yaksha and the hairy Yaksha respectively.
They saw Yuan Zhen, the guilty soul whose hands had been burnt to charcoal, put in shackles and handcuffs, and made him sit down on a pile of ashes. He sighed to himself, then walked to the left and right sides of the prison wall and pushed open a secret door. In an instant, two people White mist formed by hot air emerged from the dark room.
The black-faced Yaksha ordered the deceased Xiao Qi to walk into a dark room. He hesitated and refused to go in. He sat at the door with a slump. The black-faced Yaksha raised his hand in the air, caught a spear, and was about to thrust it into his chest. The dead soul Xiao Qi wanted to roll aside, but unexpectedly, the spear sprouted two forks with teeth, like a poisonous python spitting out snakes, and was about to attack him.
The dead soul Xiao Qi begged for mercy in horror and crawled into the dark room. The black-faced Yaksha forced him to sit in a large, steaming steamer that had been prepared in the dark room, and covered it with an iron lid. He laughed evilly, threw away the spear in his hand, took a big cattail leaf fan, and fanned vigorously towards the blazing charcoal fire under the steamer.
The unkempt ghost Chang Dexiang was standing at the door of another darkroom. She had already caught a glimpse of the ghost Xiao Qi being forced into the darkroom, and she did not dare to resist. She felt that resistance was useless, so she had to lower her head and enter the darkroom.
The hairy Yasha also ordered her to enter a large steamer that was extremely hot, and sat on it to receive the torture of steaming. She burst into tears suddenly, but Yaksha, whose face was covered with hair, laughed and closed the lid of a large steamer, so that her cry could no longer be heard. Then take a shovel to add fuel to the fire and add fuel to the bottom of the big steamer to make it burn vigorously.
After burning for about two hours, in this dark room, the hairy Yasha opened the lid of the big steamer and saw that the poor ghost Chang Dexiang had been cooked. He wiped it and poked it with a shovel, and the skin and flesh were already torn. He picked up a pot of resurrecting water next to him and sifted it into the big steamer. The ghost Chang Dexiang came to life again, and jumped out of the big steamer, his hair disheveled as before, and cried loudly.
The hairy Yaksha scolded her for crying, "You have only just begun to suffer this kind of torture. This is the price you have to pay for singing songs that confuse your heart and mind all day long when you are alive."
The situation in the dark room was completely different. When the black-faced Yaksha opened the lid of the big pot, he saw Xiao Qi, the soul of the deceased, jumping out of the big steamer with a roar, his body unscathed. The black-faced Yaksha immediately picked up the spear with two prongs and pointed it at him and asked, "Sinful Soul Xiao Qi, what kind of magic did you use?" Even the steaming pots of blazing fire in Abi Hell will not kill you! If you don't tell me, don't blame me for the spear in my hand being merciless and stabbing you right in the heart.
The deceased Xiao Qi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, Grandpa Yasha, please be merciful and tell you that in addition to singing sensational songs, I also learned a little Taoism when I was alive, mainly how to recite fire avoidance tactics. Just now I squatted in the big steamer. The pot just wanted to try out the fire-avoiding trick, but as soon as I thought about it, I felt cold all over my body, so it didn't matter if I steamed it in the big steamer for an hour. If I stop chanting, my body will become hot and unbearable.
oh! I see, if you sit in the big steamer again, I will immediately recite the fire-avoiding tactics once again, and all the fire-avoiding tactics you recited will be ineffective. As the black-faced Yaksha spoke, he held a spear and forced the deceased Xiao Qi to sit in the big steamer again.
The dead soul Xiao Qi kept kowtowing to him, saying, "Grandpa Yasha, I swear to God, if I have the opportunity to be reincarnated in the future, I will never sing love songs that confuse my heart, nor will I be trapped by love, seek short-circuit, or make my own mistakes" Self-deprecating.
The black-faced Yaksha said fiercely, it's too late for you to regret now.
The deceased Xiao Qi kept kowtowing, and then changed his ways and said, Grandpa Yaksha, as long as you give me a chance, I will tell my relatives and friends in my dream the miserable situation of my suffering in hell, and urge them to do more good deeds in this short life. In order to seek good retribution...
