Chapter 972: Virtue Does Not Match

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Wounded in the second temple,

Burning the source again almost ran half of hell,

this moment,

The soul of King Chu Jiang was like a candle in the wind, swaying non-stop.

As if the wind could blow it out.

let alone now,

A hand has been inserted into his body,

It's like him standing on the edge of a cliff,

He was pushed hard again.

A generation of Yan Luo,

It is about to fall on the city wall that symbolizes the supreme power center of the Yin Division,

It has to be said,

It is a great irony.

This is an irreversible ending, his fall is already doomed.

Down below, many officials in the city who are living in a daze don't know that another Yama is about to disappear from this world.

Thousands of years, even for the existence of the underworld, is a long time. The officials of the underworld have grown up for several generations, and they have long been accustomed to the high position on the small temple of Mount Tai, and the guardian of the ten halls of Yama.

In this world, there is no absolutely excellent system. All systems, as long as one is used to them, are good systems.

Lawyer An has shouted in front of Zhou Ze like a magic stick more than once: "It's going to blow up, it's going to blow up!"

possible,

Lawyer An himself did not expect that,

This gale that is about to sweep hell,

Actually by his own boss,

Started in person.

When Pingping Wang Lu died, it was already full of wind and rain.

But because of that time Zhou Ze and Yinggou made a scene in hell, they were abruptly put on hold.

And this time,

Something I pressed to stop a year and a half ago,

About to start again in his own hands.

The world is impermanent, but there are always traces to follow. After painting and painting, it becomes more and more like a circle.

…………

first hall,

Qin Guang Wang Jiang stood on the side of the small hell of the abyss,

Reach out and push the peach tree beside you,

Fallen flowers,

the roots are uprooted,

This is the only peach tree in hell, which was transplanted with great difficulty at the beginning, just like the peach tree in the world,

fell into the abyss,

it's over,

keep it

It doesn't make sense anymore.

No matter how beloved, no matter how cherished things,

will no longer have any meaning.

the second hall,

The few surviving judges with purple belts lay on the side of the ruined second palace wall,

Several people had numbness and confusion on their faces,

as if,

the sky is falling,

Yes,

for them,

this day,

It did collapse.

collapsed inexplicably,

It collapsed unexpectedly,

Collapsing like a joke,

The big guy is still in a daze now.

The day before, the prince retreated to return to the sun,

Today, the prince fell to hell.

They can't see what's going on,

I only know that after the prince is gone,

This second hall will quickly become the same as the bloodbathed ninth hall.

Even the ninth hall has been bloodbathed and empty, but they, those who survived under the moon magma, will be labeled and continue to face the future of living;

possible,

On the contrary, it will be a greater torment.

the third hall,

Song Emperor Yu Zheng was sitting in the pavilion,

Listening to Mr. Su singing,

Mr. Su clearly sang a sad song,

But Emperor Yu of the Song Dynasty laughed more and more happily the more he listened,

I was so happy that my body began to tremble,

The teacup in his hand began to have tea pouring out continuously, but he didn't know it.

he wants to laugh,

he wants to be happy

The more you deliberately do something, the more you are actually avoiding something.

He doesn't admit it,

deny,

Never admit it!

fourth hall,

Lu, the king of five senses, stood by the river of blood,

Looking at the bones rolling in the river,

indifferent expression,

Rolls of documents drifted out from behind him, fell into the river of blood, and began to melt.

These records, these documents, these things are meaningless.

Newcomers will do it all over again, and won't cherish these things, so it's better to throw them away all at once!

Fifth Hall,

Yan Luowang Bao sat in the lobby,

Looking at the dog's head in front of him,

Contemplative eyes.

On the dog's head, the cold light remains,

But in Yan Luo Wangbao's eyes, the gleam of that year was no longer there.

Fortitude is no longer

leftover,

Only wasted.

sixth hall,

King Biancheng

Bi sat on a high slope in the boundless exile hell. In front of it, there was a huge earth pit. Officials escorted the dead souls with sins on their bodies and began to perform the torture of burying alive.

King Bi of Biancheng stretched out his hand to grab a handful of frozen soil,

put it on your head,

let go slowly,

As if to bury myself alive together,

If you bury it alive, you can solve it all.

That would be the best,

Better than keep living, keep standing outside,

When looking at the newcomer smiling,

yourself to the end,

Should we cry?

Seventh Temple,

Taishan Wang Dong stood in front of a painting,

The person in the painting is dressed in white, with a simple and honest ape standing beside him.

Taishan Wang Dong slowly reached out, took off the crown on his head, and placed it in front of the painting.

Said with emotion:

"I lost it, I lost it all, I can't hold it anymore, I really can't hold it anymore."

From the era of Fujun to one of Yama.

Taishan's orthodoxy has never been in his hands, but he lives like a symbol.

Now,

Even this remaining symbolism will be stripped away.

Gone,

gone.

Eighth Hall,

The city king Huang looked coldly at the thousands of dead souls cooking in the cauldron below,

reach out,

Pick up your favorite inkstone,

thrown into the firewood,

after,

Royal pen and Zhu batch,

I can't use it anymore,

It’s better to burn it, burn it, take it along with it.

ninth hall,

A judge with a red belt sat in the empty hall with empty eyes.

Tenth Hall,

Reincarnation Wang Xue overturned all the documents on the table,

There was an angry roar!

…………

At first,

The Ten Palaces of Yama lacked an equal Wang Lu,

Represents the breakage of the round mirror,

nowadays,

One less Chu Jiang Wang Li,

It means that this disintegration has been unstoppable.

Everyone is feeling,

Everyone is sad too,

Everyone is also helpless,

but everyone,

None are innocent.

The only different equal Wang Lu had completely dissipated a year and a half ago.

The thorn head was pulled out early,

leftover,

It's a pot of frogs,

The warm water has been boiled to boiling water,

I can't run away.

King Chujiang slowly raised his head,

Continue to look at Zhou Ze,

The dense fireflies began to dissipate around him, which was the last remaining source of King Chujiang.

If it wasn't handed over by himself, Zhou Ze wouldn't even eat it.

Because it means a lot of trouble. If you eat it, you will easily suffer from indigestion and poisoning.

and,

These origins are long gone,

It is much less than what the old monkey gave himself before he died,

most,

All have been consumed in the process of chasing.

"For... why?"

King Chu Jiang was still puzzled,

At this time, he was like an ordinary person before he was killed in Yangjian. What he pursued was nothing more than death, and he also wanted to die to understand.

"I... did it."

"Well... then what?"

"it's difficult."

"Well... then what?"

"So, I know you can't do it."

"..." King Chujiang.

today,

King Chujiang thought of the name of the dish for the third time.

I have done this.

So I know how hard he is;

It's so difficult even for me,

So,

at your level,

There is simply no way to do it.

so,

Since I can't do it with your life,

Or die.

cruel

very realistic

With a cold texture.

this moment,

The king of Chujiang knew clearly,

Your own fate is already doomed,

Whatever he says, whatever he promises,

For the man in front of him,

He doesn't care.

In his eyes,

What he sees is not caring,

really don't care.

He doesn't care about the mountains and rivers he once conquered, he doesn't care that he once sat on the throne of bones overlooking the thousands of miles of territory under his feet;

He doesn't care about the changes of the sun, moon and stars, nor the changes of yin and yang.

"I...I'm curious...you back then...why did you stop..."

Zhou Ze raised his arms slowly,

A generation of Yan Luo,

lifted by him.

I didn't intend to talk nonsense with him,

But since it involves the matter of the year,

You might as well say a few more words.

"Because... I was sitting in that position back then."

in tone,

with dissatisfaction,

with disgust,

It seems that I have encountered a problem and I have to deal with it. In short, I am very reluctant.

For I was the lord of hell,

When the change of yin and yang is about to appear,

He could only go up and stop it.

After all, in the dictionary of Yinggou,

There is no word "escape".

Even if the price he paid for this was that he succeeded, he also fell because of it.

But he didn't regret it, what he did, was still the kind of boredom and...dislike of trouble.

"Finally......finally...a question..."

King Chu Jiang's voice was already very small,

With most of the remaining source dissipated,

His consciousness is also becoming more and more blurred,

"Finally...a question...why...why...why ten of us...have come to today...to this step..."

Why,

Why,

Why?

Maybe before Huanyang, maybe when Yinggou came to the gate of his palace, he didn't realize what his death meant.

but now,

he understands

When he passed Mount Tai but could not enter, he understood.

his death,

It was the key to the collapse of the Shidian Yama system,

his death,

It will be announced that the system of Yama of the Ten Palaces has completely collapsed.

the old one will go down;

New ones will come up.

The Bodhisattva lied to him,

No,

The Bodhisattva did not lie to him,

At the beginning, he went to ask the Bodhisattva when he was still in the sun. What the Bodhisattva told him was a stage, an era, and a stage.

He thought Bodhisattva was talking about winning the hook,

actually,

The Bodhisattva is talking about him.

The Bodhisattva said that he was willing to wait another Jiazi,

Yan Luo also thought that there was still a good time for Jiazi,

But in fact,

Less than two years!

Buddha,

can not wait anymore.

yes,

He really couldn't wait any longer, just waiting for me...to die.

King Chujiang is waiting,

Waiting for Ying Tick to give himself an answer.

Win Gou looked at him,

opened his mouth and gave the answer,

After hearing this answer,

The body of King Chujiang,

completely disintegrated,

Dissipated in this vast hellish underworld,

In an instant of dissipation,

He seems to be still thinking about that answer:

"De... not... worthy of... position..."

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