In Qi Jingzhi's perception, when the little girl asked that question again, a dark wind suddenly rose up in the dark room she was in and roared out from the window on the iron door.
At this moment, even though he was blocked by the spirit mask, Qi Jingzhi still smelled an extremely strong stench!
He felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and the flame of the torch in his hand was only a hazy halo. His heart became even more disgusting, and his stomach also surged violently.
Qi Jingzhi did not retreat, but took two steps sideways without hesitation and stood in front of Jiao Yulang.
In this direction, the evil wind is indeed more fierce.
The soul mask suddenly glowed with light cyan fluorescence, and the peaks and peaks of Yunzi's remnants within the inner road were the first to bear the brunt. A large piece of it was immediately blown off by the dark wind, and large pieces of the mountain fragments fell with a roar.
At a glance, Qi Jingzhi discovered that most of these fallen fragments contained memories related to expectations, joy, satisfaction, gratitude and other emotions. Some of them were Lu Yunzi who received the "Immortal Feather Sutra" from his mentor, and some were with The host negotiated the price, and it was the first time he met Qi Jingzhi...
Most of them are demonic behaviors that those young people deliberately ignored, but are completely imaginable.
As they broke and fell, these originally colorful fragments quickly faded away from their original colors, quickly turning into black and gray in the cold wind, and immediately flew towards the peaks of similar colors.
Facing the sudden cold wind, the black or gray peaks in Lu Yunzi's remnants not only remained motionless, but continued to absorb the debris carried by the cold wind, becoming taller and more majestic.
Qi Jingzhi's heart sank slightly, and he didn't think this change was a good thing.
Fortunately, this dark wind only lasted for a few breaths and then stopped abruptly. Light suddenly returned to the young man's eyes, and the flames on the torch were still warm and warm.
Qi Jingzhi breathed out gently and saw Jiao Yulang sitting cross-legged on the ground without knowing it. His eyes were closed tightly, his expression was painful, and his lips were moving constantly, as if he was reciting something.
"Little brother, Wan'er asked you something, why didn't you answer?"
The little girl's voice sounded again. Her voice was still childish, but her tone was extremely indifferent, without any warmth.
Qi Jingzhi turned around and said in a deep voice: "Wan'er, do you know what you just did?"
At this moment, Wan'er's little face was no longer as fair and tender as before, and the horizontal and vertical rouge and blood marks had turned into deep black, and they were astonishingly ugly scars like centipedes.
Hearing the boy's question, the little girl was suddenly startled, as if she didn't realize anything was wrong with her until then.
She turned around quickly, raised her hands, and covered her little face.
The next moment, a cry mixed with regret and fear came from the little girl's fingers: "Why did it become like this again? Daddy, Wan'er knows that I was wrong! I shouldn't lose my temper, and I shouldn't be with you. When outsiders talk, you shouldn’t secretly let little mice into your home!”
Under Qi Jingzhi's gaze, the little girl covered her face and cried and confessed, while she jumped off the stool and ran to the small table in the room.
On the table, the white gold mouse seized the previous opportunity and successfully crossed over the bronze candlestick placed in the center, getting much closer to the shelves where the iron boxes were placed.
The little girl passed the candlestick, held down the white gold mouse, and held it tightly in her hand.
The white golden rat immediately let out a scream, its small body curled up like a shrimp, and a half-inch-long red light erupted from its eye sockets, hitting Wan'er's forearm hard.
The little girl's sleeves immediately rippled like water, bright red and sticky, like surging waves of blood.
"So you are a bad guy too!" The little girl was very angry, the expression on her face and the strength in her hands were both fierce.
This time, the white gold rat couldn't even scream, and its four red paws twitched violently.
"At that time, the Heavenly Lord who sought to save suffering, together with his attendants, traveled around the world in the ten directions, saving all sentient beings, escaping from the sea of suffering, and guiding them to return to the right path and avoid entering evil sects."
Jiao Yulang's voice suddenly echoed in the small secret passage chamber.
At some point, he stood up, held the torch high above his head, and walked slowly towards the iron gate, stopping step by step.
Qi Jingzhi had never seen Jiao Yulang look like this before. He was surprised and silently moved out of the way, guarding the little boy's side step by step.
Jiao Yulang's eyes were still closed, his expression was solemn, his tone was solemn, and he kept chanting without any distractions.
"At that time, the Master Miao Xing and the immortals from the ten directions told the Heavenly Lord, "How good! How good! They are all caused by the past life and this life. They acted wrongly, rebelled against the ordinary, ruined their lives and owed money, had abortions and lost their children, died in childbirth with blood, and died young. Perish, with unresolved grievances, mountains and mountains of sins, sinking into hell, lakes of blood, wells of blood, pools of blood and mountains of blood, suffering all kinds of pain, unable to escape forever!"
As a large passage of scripture was read slowly, the body of the little girl inside the iron gate began to tremble uncontrollably, and the red clothes on her body surged violently, making a splashing sound.
The strong smell of blood almost instantly overwhelmed the original smell of silver.
After experiencing a lot of hardships in life and dying as a ghost, the place where the little girl stands is the long night of hell and the bloody lake of Fengdu!
"Stop reading it!"
A shrill scream came from inside the iron gate, and Wan'er's stature suddenly grew taller, growing into a tall girl at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly hunched over.
At the same time, the braid tied with a red rope on her head suddenly burst open, and her hair quickly became denser and longer like branches. When it fell, it became a messy white hair.
After a short silence, the old woman's old voice trembled, sounding like crying and laughing at the same time: "You are so cruel, little brother. I have already forgotten everything, but you insist on reminding me!"
Jiao Yulang, who stopped and stood in front of the iron window, seemed to have not heard anything. He continued to chant sutras without stopping: "To relieve suffering and relieve death, burning lamps is the best. The five directions and eight extremes, the prison of hell, the land of the negative pole, the realm of the long night , the dead soul is imprisoned and cannot see the three lights."
As these words were spoken, a ferocious sneer appeared on the face of the old woman with white hair and red clothes: "Yes, yes, I have been here in this dark place for too long..."
"Little brother, are you trying to save Wan'er? But I don't even have eyes. No matter how bright the lamp you light is, I won't be able to see you!"
Jiao Yulang still turned a deaf ear.
He suddenly opened his eyes, holding up the torch with both hands, kneeling respectfully toward the east, his forehead touching the ground, and kowtowing deeply: "Ji Shou Lord Qingxuan, Taiyi saves the Lord of Ku, sit on the nine-headed lion, try to save the lonely soul!"
As he finished speaking, the torch in his hand suddenly burst into flames, faintly revealing nine colors.
Jiao Yulang stood up suddenly, put the torch into the iron window, and shouted: "The lights continue, illuminating the Nine Netherworld. When you see this light, you should be liberated!"
Nine-colored firelight formed a beam of light, all pouring on the ferocious-looking old woman.
The blood-stained clothes on the old woman's body immediately emitted large puffs of black smoke. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a pungent burnt odor.
"Not enough! Not enough!"
The old woman's sneer grew louder: "Little brother, your lamp is really not bright enough! You might as well... take a look at Wan'er's lamp!"
After the words fell, the old woman threw the half-dead white gold rat aside, and then grabbed the bronze candlestick on the table.
At the same time, the bloody clothes on the old woman suddenly faded, as if endless viscous blood poured onto the candlestick, turning into a blood-red candle only half a finger long.
The blood candle ignites spontaneously without fire, and a bit is as bright as a bean, emitting a faint red light.
But just such an inconspicuous candlelight actually forced away the beam of light from Jiao Yulang's torch, and firmly enveloped the old woman in white clothes and white hair.
The old woman grinned and showed a playful and ferocious smile to Jiao Yulang: "If you want to save me, little brother, please save me, a lonely lamp that has poured all your blood and condensed a lifetime of resentment!"
