Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Noticed my thoughts again...

Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes, a little uncertain what the demon was going to do.

Do you want to erase them?

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Zhiwei didn't do anything, he could erase it, but it's not necessary. If he erased it, wouldn't it mean that he was guilty.

Besides, isn't it just to torture yourself and hone yourself by entering this inner scene?

If it's just pure fighting and ruthlessness, and wants to beat up the inner demon, then why should he go into the inner scene, and directly suppress it in the small world of the human body, wouldn't it be better.

No matter what tricks you play, I will take it on my shoulders...

Even though he thought so, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry, and just stood on the Naihe Bridge with his arms folded to watch the show, just like an outsider.

Then I saw the bull head and the horse escorting "him" across the bridge of Naihe.

During this period, neither the bull-headed horse face nor the "he" had any reaction to Zhang Zhiwei by the bridge, as if he did not exist.

Zhang Zhiwei was thoughtful, and casually pulled the long tongue of a kid who was being tortured to pull out his tongue, tied it in a knot, and stuffed it back into his mouth.

In the process of Zhang Zhiwei's knotting, no matter whether it was the imp who was being tortured or the man who pulled out his tongue, they all seemed to have nothing to do with him, just looking at the inexplicably knotted tongue with a look of confusion.

"There is a sense of reality when touched, and even the rough lines on the tongue. Everything is real, but this is just a pure sensory illusion. In reality, everything is false, but..."

"It cannot be denied that compared with the beginning, this inner scene world has a deeper influence on me. I hold the Yuan and keep the unity, and the state of perfect unity of spirit, energy and spirit has not changed. How did the demons affect me?"

"Since it can be affected, it means that there is a gap in my state of unity of spirit, energy and spirit, and it is not perfect. So where is the 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.

"Please enter the urn, don't you use it?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry, he stood where he was, unwilling to move his feet for a long time.

For a while, the two sides were deadlocked.

Zhang Zhiwei is not in a hurry, what is in a hurry is the demon.

Sure enough, after a while, the heart demon couldn't bear it anymore, and the sinister voice came from far to near, saying:

"The answer you want is with me, my deity. Are you afraid of entering the game alone?"

"Why are you afraid?"

Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward, and as soon as he moved, the bull-headed horse-face and "him" who were standing still in front of him started to move again.

Even though he knew that there was a game ahead, Zhang Zhiwei chose to join in. Isn't this the meaning of this trip?

Use the demons to reflect on yourself, find the gap that you cannot perceive, and then repair it.

As for the game of the demon, will it be dangerous?

What a joke, why is there no danger? !

The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!

"Yes, that's it. It's a bit interesting. I haven't experienced this kind of slightly challenging feeling for a long time. I hope you don't let me down, otherwise, I will burn you..."

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Zhang Zhiwei followed the bull head and horse face, walked all the way through Wangxiangtai, Egou Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Mihun Temple, Fengdu City, and walked to the front of the Hall of Hell like a horse watching flowers.

Along the way, I was used to seeing all kinds of eerie and horrible scenes. Even though Zhang Zhiwei's mind was as tough as iron, he still felt agitated and inexplicable in his heart. He had the urge to overthrow this ghost place. A walk in a haunted place?

Moreover, this interior scene is a little too real. The inner demon is formed by obsession, and what it possesses cannot exceed the source of the deity.

But Zhang Zhiwei himself doesn't know a lot of things here, or he has a half-knowledge. How did the demons come out?

"Inner scenes and inner scenes are by no means as simple as the pure spiritual world, there are many unknown things hidden!"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed inwardly, and then noticed that the bull's head and horse face escorted "myself" into the Hall of Yama, and followed him in.

As soon as you enter the Hall of Yama, the first thing you see are two tall and thin figures, one black and one white, both holding mourning sticks and chains, with a red tongue hanging down to their chests, and wearing high hats, writing the words "Make Money at Sight" while writing The peace in the world is exactly the legendary impermanence of black and white.

And in the middle of the main hall, behind the four-cornered judgment platform, King Yama sat with a golden sword on his horse.

King Yan Luo wears a square crown on his head and a blue robe. He has a leopard's head and eyes, and the crown is full of anger. He holds a scroll in his right hand and leans over a desk with his left arm.

On the right side of King Yama is a judge wearing a gauze cap and a blue robe.

"The person here is Zhang Zhiwei from Huangcheng Village, Zhengji Town, Yicheng City, HUB Province?!" Yan Wang shouted.

Is this round to torture my heart... Zhang Zhiwei at the door did not answer, but watched quietly.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was being interrogated in the middle of the hall, said, "It's me!"

Yan Wang picked up the file on the desk, glanced at it, and said angrily:

"What a lunatic full of crimes, your crimes are too numerous to write down, counting them together, you are now in the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reborn forever. Do you plead guilty?"

My whole life... has no time, will I go to the 18th floor of hell? It's just a joke, if you make it up, you have to make it up to be reasonable... Zhang Zhiwei copied his hands, watched with cold eyes, and looked at King Yama like a clown.

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, he saw "he" who was being judged by iron chains, raised his head, looked at King Yama like a clown, and said with a sneer:

"I have no time in my life, and I will go to the 18th floor of hell. It's just a joke. I have to make it reasonable if I make it up?"

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

He seems to understand the intention of the demon, and wants to make a fake come true?

I saw that Yan Luo Wang slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Fabrication, I will read the crime to you today, so that you will die clearly."

"You kill people like hemp, you should be imprisoned in the knife mountain hell. If you don't respect your teacher and tell a lot of lies, you should go to the tongue-pulling hell. If you set fire to hurt others, you should go to the copper pillar hell. If you rob other people's property, you should go to the frying pan." Hell. You often take people to hunt, eat wild game, and kill livestock, so you should go to hell in the cow pit."

"If you kill children, you will go to hell with stones. If you waste food, you will go to hell with mortar. If you look at no one, you will damage the dignity of others, and you will go to blood pool hell. As a Taoist priest, if you don't abide by the rules and regulations, you will go to volcano hell..."

The King of Hades talked endlessly, and Zhang Zhiwei frowned. Even though he thought it was bad, he still matched what he did with the above sins one by one, 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 damned. To say that I don't respect my teacher and respect the way is a piece of nonsense. I respect my teacher and my way."

"As for robbing other people's property, it is even more nonsense. I have never taken ill-gotten gains. The money I got was either sold by pilgrims or from robbers and bandits."

"I do everything with a clear conscience, and no one is qualified to judge me, even you, King Yama!"

Although "he" was fabricated by the heart demon, but in terms of arrogance and arrogance, he is the same as Zhang Zhiwei.

It can even be said that these ideas are Zhang Zhiwei's own ideas.

"Have no shame in your heart?" Yan Wang sneered: "Can you really do things without shame in your heart? Come, bring it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chain in Hei Wuchang's hand flew out of the Hall of Yama, and when he got it back, a jar covered with yellow talismans was tied to one end of the chain.

"when!"

The jar landed on the ground, turned around, a pale head and limbs grew out, and a pair of vicious eyes stared at "Zhang Zhiwei" on the field.