Hell Dao, the first hall under King Qinguang's rule. The hall was towering, towering and dark.
Two giant ghosts stood outside the hall, holding iron chains and steel forks, looking ferocious and terrifying.
In front of the hall, there was a 'Mirror of Sin'. The platform was ten feet tall, and the mirror had a circumference of ten. It was hung to the east, and there was a horizontal plaque on it: "Appearance is born from the heart."
All the souls of the dead were brought to the Mirror of Sin. The Mirror of Sin was also known as the 'Mirror of Karma', and it could reflect the sins of a person's life.
If good was greater than evil, the mirror would emit light; if evil was greater than good, the mirror would be covered in black fog; if good and evil were balanced, it would be invisible, without light or fog.
In the world, there were few good people, but many evil people. Even if they were good, who could really live a life without making mistakes? Hence, he said, "There are no good people in front of the Mirror of Sin."
The first hall was in charge of rewarding good and punishing evil. According to the difference between good and evil, they would be reincarnated as humans or demoted to beasts. Those who committed the most heinous crimes would be sent to the Endless Hell to be punished.
However, there were so many souls of the dead. As a Perfected Immortal, King Qinguang would naturally not be entangled in such trivial matters. Unless human immortals and demon immortals were about to die, he would arrange for them to personally enter the hall.
Hence, the main hall was not open all year round. There were four judges in charge of the four side halls, which were called: Mirror of Light, Yin Law, Reward of Kindness, and Punish of Evil.
With a bang, a figure fell heavily into the 'Mirror Bureau'. His head and face were covered in dirt, and he was in an extremely sorry state. Before he could crawl back up, a group of ferocious ghost messengers swarmed over him. Some twisted his arms, some pulled his head, and even dragged him into the hall, in front of the 'Mirror Hangs High' signboard.
A white-faced judge wearing a vermillion robe and a black gauze hat sat behind a high table. When he saw the situation, he frowned and was about to scold.
Ox-head, Horse-face, and Meng Po walked into the hall together. The ghost servants in the hall immediately fell silent. The white-faced judge hurriedly walked down from behind the table, "Fellow Daoists, what can I do for you?"
Meng Po screamed, "This bastard ruined my pot of good soup!"
Horse-face sneered, "He probably doesn't know what this place is."
Ox-head said in a low voice, "This person needs to be severely punished!"
Magistrate Lu was also taken aback. What was the background of this brat? He had actually provoked three Ghost Immortals to complain about him together. Moreover, these three were the most impressive figures in the Underworld Dao. Their statuses were even higher than his.
Especially that Ox-head Ah Pang. His strength was unfathomable, and his lifespan was extremely long. Besides the Ten Kings of Hell, no one would have to address him as Big Brother Ox.
His mind raced and he coughed twice. "I have to look at myself on the Mirror of Sin. The first trial. "
He had to give face to these three, but before that, he still had to plunder. He was a dignified ghost immortal, so how could he be ordered around? If he didn't have any benefits, what was he doing in the Mirror Bureau?
Ox-head Aban's expression sank as he thought to himself, "I knew that this Lu fellow was greedy, but I didn't expect him to be greedy to such an extent. These judges are really getting worse and worse!" In the past, when the Infernal Realm had just been established, the judges were still fair and just. Later on, they all went to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to cultivate. Who would be willing to try cases in this sinister and terrifying Infernal World?
Magistrate Lu cried out, "Brother Niu. You're a veteran of Hell. These are the rules. Rules. What can I do about it? When I'm done with the case, I'll definitely give the three of you an explanation. "
The old man who came with Li Qingshan looked around outside the hall. Li Qingshan had spilled the pot of soup, so he pretended to be a poor man. Horse-face was bribed by him, so he didn't expose him. Meng Po was in a hurry to take revenge, so she didn't have time to argue with him. She got a bowl of clear soup for free, but she saved a lot of "merit". It was much more valuable than that spiritual jade.
However, he wasn't a kind person, and he was famous for being narrow-minded. Seeing this scene, he only sneered, "Stupid kid, don't even think about passing the third stage!"
There were three gatekeepers in the Infernal Realm that needed to be bribed. The first was the Ten Directions Yin Marshals or Soul Reaping Envoys. If he couldn't bribe them, he would suffer a calamity on the way to the Yellow Springs.
The second was the bowl of Meng Po's soup. If he didn't buy a bowl of clear soup, he would drink it. Everything would stop, and the past would be forgotten. He might not even be able to endure the torture of Hell.
The third gatekeeper was the Four Great Judges, and it was also the most important one. It could reward good or punish evil with a single thought. If he wanted to atone for his sins and escape punishment, he would have to spend a lot of money.
At this moment, one of the guards shouted, "Old man, what are you looking at?" He walked over with a water and fire rod in his hand.
If it was any other day, the old man wouldn't care about such a kid and would kill him in one move. But now, he could only lower his voice and shove another spiritual jade over.
The ghost guard's expression changed slightly, as if he was smiling, but it was still as ferocious as before. He patted his head, "You're a tactful one. When you're here, even if you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up, and even if you're a tiger, you'll have to lie down. Whatever Yang Spirit or Yin Spirit is useless. I see that you're so filial, come in and take a look!"
The old man laughed dryly and followed him into the hall. Other than the three gatekeepers, he had to deal with the other ghost guards. Otherwise, the 'little ghosts are hard to deal with' would make him suffer. But in his heart, he hated Li Qingshan even more, "Why do I have to lower my voice, and yet you can be so arrogant? I want to see how you'll die!"
Magistrate Lu arrived behind the case again. A few menacing ghost envoys were just about to drag Li Qingshan onto the Mirror of Sin when Granny Meng sneered, "You with the surname Lu, stop wasting your efforts. This kid is a pauper!"
"Poor ghost!" Magistrate Lu was still not satisfied, and asked, "Who are you? Are you filial? "
Li Qingshan looked up and laughed, "My good son, are you filial to me?"
The hall was silent, whether it was the giant ghost in front of the hall or the ghost guards in the hall, they were all stunned. They had never seen such a rude and unreasonable person in Yan Luo Dian.
Magistrate Lu was also stunned, as if he didn't expect someone to speak to him like this, and said angrily, "What did you say, say it again?"
"My good grandson, are you filial to me?" Another generation was demoted.
"Bang!" Magistrate Lu slammed the table and stood up, he was furious, "Immediately send him to the third, fifth, no, ninth level of hell?!"
The ferocious ghost guards swarmed him again, some twisted his arms, some pulled his head, and dragged him out of the hall.
Li Qingshan didn't struggle, nor did he curse or curse. He only looked deeply at Magistrate Lu, then glanced at the four words' Mirror of Eminence ', and couldn't help but smile, which turned into laughter. Even when he was dragged out of the hall, the mighty laughter still resounded in the hall.
Magistrate Lu's heart palpitated for no reason, "He really has no respect for the law, and is not a son! My three friends, are you satisfied with this result? "
Meng Po felt uneasy, she didn't feel the joy of victory, and said hatefully, "We should send him to the eighteenth level of hell, and let him never live again!"
Ox-head thought, "If only that could be done."
But things couldn't be so simple, other than the tenth hall, 'Reincarnation Hall', the other nine halls were each in charge of two levels of hell, even if they were sent to the ninth level of hell, they had to endure through each level. And every level of hell had many small levels, in which there were countless painful tortures: climbing a mountain of knives, plunging into a pot of boiling oil, being stung by bees and bitten by snakes, and a river of pus and blood.
Hence, it was called the Endless Hell!
"Kid, I hope you can hold on!" (To be continued.)
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