Chapter 126: The Eighth Floor, Prison, Murderer

Li Tianyu is quite familiar with the "Moment-controlling Device". He once saw his father dismantle the "Changhong" Tower despite the doubts of the whole world.

Since then, his worship of his father has been like a surging river. What kind of courage is this? If I become the emperor of man one day, I will do the same.

Mu Qin continued, while walking, popularizing the knowledge for the two.

If the Fourteen Platforms of Wanji are the facade of Jiuxiang Temple, then the Eighteen Prisons are the trump card of Jiuxiang Temple.

The trump card that has never been used.

Mu Qin did not expect that Jiuxiang Temple would use the "Eighteen Prisons" to store various Buddhist scriptures.

At this moment, when she came to the second prison of the Eighteen Prisons, she already knew in her heart that the water here was much deeper than she imagined.

The Eighteen Prisons are only used to store scriptures, which is really a waste of talent.

Mu Qin told the two juniors behind her.

If she guessed correctly, there should be sixteen floors below, one for each prison.

The further down you go, the deeper the secrets of Jiuxiang Temple are.

The "Eighteen Hells" are even larger than the Buddha City.

If you insist on going down, you will most likely encounter danger.

Si Nian was amazed, and Li Tianyu's eyes were shining with excitement.

Even Mu Qin, after realizing that this place was the "Eighteen Hells", was no longer as calm as before.

This means that there are secrets of Jiuxiang Temple here.

Si Nian suddenly thought of something and asked his master what the third thing just mentioned, which can be as famous as the "Fourteen Platforms of Ten Thousand Extremes" and the "Eighteen Hells", is.

Mu Qin hesitated for a moment and told the two that it was most likely a mirror. As for the contents of the mirror, Mu Qin, who had seen it, had only heard about it and was not sure.

While the three of them were talking, they explored the classics on this floor.

The classics about "the way of incense and fire" were not on this floor, so the three of them just stayed for a while and went to the next floor.

...

Time passed.

All the way down to the seventh floor.

Mu Qin finally found the content about "Incense and Fire".

The incense and fire of Jiuxiang Temple is mostly used to condense the Dharma image, practice magic... and so on.

The master and apprentice sat down and began to read the classics, specializing in the incense and fire.

As for Li Tianyu, he stayed on the fifth floor.

There was a kind of magic there that attracted his curiosity. He thought that he had come here from afar, and he should gain something.

So he stayed on the fifth floor, looking for some books, and after a while, he went down to find the master and apprentice.

...

Li Changxiao did not have as high vision and knowledge as Mu Qin.

He did not know that this was the 18th Hell.

But all the way here, he gradually realized that this place was not as simple as an ordinary scripture pavilion.

Along the way, he also stopped and paid attention to various classics. When he passed the seventh floor, he saw a large number of magical skills about incense and fire, but he did not take them. These things were useless to him, so it was better to leave them to useful people.

He spent most of his time on studying Buddhist language.

It was not because he was interested in Buddhist language.

But that day, he suddenly got inspiration during the conversation with Monk Kongwo. Although the mysterious sound was extraordinary, if we ignore the mysterious power that came with it and only look at its essence, maybe it was a kind of Buddhist language?

During the time Li Changxiao was in Buddha City, he had been collecting the mysterious sounds in the air.

At least 90% of the mysterious sounds were collected by him into the dream space.

He made a rough estimate.

There were about 2,700 in total, which could barely fit in more than 30 jars.

Among the 2,700 mysterious sounds, only three were harmless and had not undergone any changes.

So, Li Changxiao took the Buddhist language book to try to decipher the three mysterious sounds to see if they were conveying a certain message.

Things turned out to be as he expected.

The three mysterious sounds were not as mysterious as he had imagined. They could be deciphered by studying the Buddhist language of Jiuxiang Temple a little.

The first mysterious sound conveyed the meaning of "eighteen"

The second mysterious sound: "flesh body"

The third mysterious sound: "relics"

Together, it is "eighteen flesh body relics".

It is very incoherent.

Li Changxiao also tried to decipher other mysterious sounds that had undergone changes from the perspective of Buddhist language.

Soon he found the difference.

These mysterious sounds that had undergone changes did not have significant information, but were just some kind of energy sound.

This situation aroused Li Changxiao's curiosity.

At this moment, he was walking in the eighth floor, but his mind was immersed in the dream space.

He released the three normal mysterious sounds from the jar, and then his eyes flashed a deep blue.

Use the power of dreams to extract the obsession or dream implied in the "mysterious sound".

This method is indeed feasible.

But the extracted obsession is very vague, and Li Changxiao is not sure, but he can vaguely feel what he is asking for help from the outside world?

……

Eighth floor

Li Changxiao walked through a long and narrow tunnel and came to a room similar to a "prison".

Blood-stained torture instruments can be seen everywhere.

Going deeper into it.

A cross caught Li Changxiao's attention.

It was stained with blood and crawled with maggots. The two ends of the cross had the most and thickest bloodstains, and there was a dent on each side, as if someone had been nailed to death here with both hands.

This cross was made of wood, and it was of great origin, and it contained a deep obsession.

Li Changxiao combined the power of dreams with the Hundred Ghosts Technique to pull out the dream in the cross and transfer it into his mind.

Suddenly.

Scenes of punishment appeared in his mind.

Those who violated major precepts would be nailed to this cross and whipped.

The cross was like an emotionless witness.

Watching the monks being blocked from cultivation and nailed here to suffer.

Some were even regulars who came here several times.

The picture in his mind ended.

Li Changxiao continued to go deeper. He was currently on the eighth floor and was not in a hurry to go down, because he knew that Mu Qin and others would most likely stay on the seventh floor to comprehend the incense road.

If they really met, it would only be a little troublesome.

There were no magical books on the eighth floor.

It was a large prison cell. The Buddhist precepts were actually very strict, and the punishment for those who triggered the precepts was very terrifying.

As he walked, Li Changxiao's eyes were attracted by an independent prison cell.

The cell was not big, about two people tall and four people wide. Seven iron chains stretched out on the walls on both sides.

At the end of each chain was a spike, very thin. If you look closely, you can see the barbs on it.

The spikes were stained with blood, but the blood had dried.

After so long, these chains still flashed cold light, which showed that their material was extremely extraordinary.

Li Changxiao approached this place and tried the same trick again. Suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind.

A monk was wrapped in chains, and blood was overflowing from the gaps in the chains.

But he was still laughing, and his smile was extremely indifferent.

The scene changed.

It was a disciple on duty, guarding the murderer inside, and he didn't dare to be distracted at all.

But he scratched his lower back and lower abdomen from time to time.

He complained that something had gone wrong with his Buddhism recently, and his body had a reaction and grew some things. He went to the Extreme Merit Pool to wash, but it didn't get better.

The scene changed again.

The disciples fled in a hurry, and the criminals trapped here looked at the fleeing figures and grinned.

Li Changxiao's pupils shrank.

What he was looking for might have appeared.

Who was the monk wrapped in iron chains?