Looking at the changes in the picture in the mirror, Nangong Jiao'er suddenly stood in place, although she had expected the appearance of the scene in the mirror, her heartbeat still couldn't help but stop for a moment.

In the mirror, a man pushed the door in, the expression on his face was full of joy, and there was a little more love in his eyes after entering the house. The evil mirror can only present the picture, but it can't make a sound, but every word in the man's mouth seems to float in Nangong Jiao'er's ears, looking at the defenseless smiling face, she can't help but have a smile on her face, but the smile looks very bleak.

Nangong Jiao'er watched the man walk into the room, watched Xue Lan appear, watched the two sit down, watched the man gently brush Xue Lan's hair, watched the two of them complain to each other, and watched the man kiss Xue Lan.

“…… No! Nangong Jiao'er couldn't help but let out a hoarse shout, but she was so powerless, she couldn't stop anything.

The sharp blade pierced the clothes and sank into the man's body without hindrance, dyeing the beautiful picture suddenly with a touch of bright red, Nangong Jiao'er knew that everything began to shatter from that moment on, looking at the man's stunned expression, her heart seemed to have suffered a thousand cuts in an instant, she shouldn't have heard any sound, but the voice seemed to sound in her ears, "Xue Lan?" ”

The man's shout was only exchanged for Xue Lan's ruthlessness, and with a "bang", the sharp blade was pulled out, instantly bringing out a large smear of dazzling blood, and the man immediately bled like an infusion, but even so, the man's eyes were off Xue Lan's body for more than half a moment. Nangong Jiao'er saw the disbelief on the man's face, and also saw the grief on the man's face, and at the same time knew that the blood was sprayed not only on his body, but also on his heart.

Seeing this, Nangong Jiao'er was no longer able to support her body, her face was wet with tears and the wooden shackles were wet, if it weren't for the ghost who forcibly held her body with a water and fire stick and pulled her hair, she would have collapsed to the ground.

When the picture disappeared and the round mirror returned to haze, Nangong Jiao'er was still immersed in pain, muttering something hoarsely.

"Huh! Don't be filial to your parents, don't repay your teacher's kindness, and kill your husband who loves you with your own hands! Sure enough, it's a great sin! The ghost who was pulling Nangong Jiao'er's hair couldn't help but laugh.

"No......" Nangong Jiao'er muttered in a low voice.

"What? The mirror of evil shows sin, but you wicked woman still dare to deny it! The ghosts around her couldn't hear what she was saying, thinking that she didn't want to confess, so they immediately raised her with a water and fire stick and scolded her angrily.

The arm was held by a wooden flail and a water and fire stick, and there was a sharp pain when he landed, although Nangong Jiao'er's face was slightly distorted, he still spoke: "...... No. I... Not his ...... Wife, I ...... Not... That one...... Qualification. ”

The words were spoken, accompanied by despair. But it caused a group of ghosts to laugh, "Hahahaha, you are self-aware!" ”

"Yes, a woman like you is not qualified to marry such a man, if he hadn't married you, how would he have been killed!"

"There is no filial piety, no ability, no virtue, and I don't know what kind of sin that man did to marry a wicked woman like you! Looks like he still loves you until he dies, right? He died unjustly! Hahahaha! ”

The words of the ghosts are like steel knives ripping off Nangong Jiao'er's heart, and torturing the prisoner is one of their duties, and the more painful the prisoner is, the happier they are.

After torturing Nangong Jiao'er for a while, a group of ghosts brought Nangong Jiao'er back to the main hall and threw it in the center of the main hall.

King Yama bowed slightly at Nangong Jiao'er's disillusioned and desperate expression, and seemed to be very satisfied, just like a person who knew his guilt.

"The mirror of evil has been seen, and the sin has been known! Not being filial to your parents, not repaying your teacher's kindness, and killing your husband, these three crimes should be sent to iceberg hell to serve their sentences! After atoning for the sins of the previous life, he will be sent to the blood pool hell to repay the sins of disrespect! Come on, send the prisoner to the eighteenth layer of hell! After King Yama personally convicted, Black and White Impermanence suddenly took Nangong Jiao'er out of the main hall with a group of ghosts.

Along the way, Nangong Jiao'er's eyes were dull, her face was pale, like a walking corpse, even in the face of ghosts' scolding and beatings, she didn't make a sound, but was pushed and pulled forward.

After a short time, the ghosts removed the wooden flail from Nangong Jiao'er's head and neck and pushed it into a mountain col.

"Let's go inside! This is the place for sinners like you! After Hei Wuchang finished speaking to Nangong Jiao'er, who was pushed to the ground, he and Bai Wuchang left here with a group of ghosts.

The little ghost guarding the iceberg hell, seeing that someone was sent here again, couldn't help but let out a cruel smile, thinking that Nangong Jiao'er would cry and struggle to get out of here like other prisoners, so that they could teach her a good lesson, but who expected Nangong Jiao'er to slowly get up from the ground, and then paced towards the depths of the mountain col without saying a word.

This place is called Iceberg Hell, so it is naturally targeted. This col is located in the middle of two snowy mountains, and the environment is cold enough to drip into ice, and the cold wind blows not only snowflakes, but also ice slag blown off the iceberg, scraping on the flesh is no less than a whip.

Perhaps it was the cold air that awakened her senses, Nangong Jiao'er's eyes gradually became brighter, she looked up at the road covered by ice and snow, and wanted to show a wry smile, but found that her face had already been blown unconscious by the cold wind, she wrapped her hands around her body, hoping to preserve some warmth as much as possible, but her feet were walking towards the depths of the mountain col, at this moment she had only one thought, not to escape, but to atone.

……

Seeing Nangong Jiao'er and Fang Zhengqing sitting in front of the Hell Scroll, Feng Yun also found a place to sit down.

"Looks like you didn't plan to go in." Tuoran Daoist said to Feng Yun with a smile, as if he didn't mind his actions.

Feng Yun also smiled and replied: "Don't dare to hide from the seniors, the juniors are not good at painting, and they are more curious about this experience." ”

Tuoran Daoist bowed slightly: "Also, although I can't see what kind of exercise it is, I can still feel the extraordinary breath in your body." With this kind of practice, my lineage is really not very important to you. ”

Feng Yun smiled, and couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "He really noticed it." "He's half-out of his body now, and it stands to reason that even the pinnacle power can't see the state of his body at a glance without contact.

Seeing Feng Yun's expression, Tuoran Daoist seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, I only have a wisp of remnant soul left to live in the world now, just to find a successor, as for other things, I have no interest." ”

Feng Yun was silent for a moment before he asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask how the seniors see the juniors...... Extraordinary? Although he had a guess, it was too important, so he still had the courage to ask for the truth.

Tuoran Daoren's expression remained unchanged, and he did not hide it, and replied directly: "In my life, I only want to seek the truth of the world, and I don't argue about falsehood, how can I seek the truth?" Naturally, he has developed a pair of truth-seeking eyes. ”

“…… Truth-seeking? Feng Yun nodded, if he could have a pair of eyes to distinguish the truth back then, would he not have had such an end, thinking that he looked towards the hall.

After a while, he asked again: "Senior, junior still has a question, I wonder if the senior may solve my doubts?" It seemed that he felt that this painting saint was not so difficult to touch, so Feng Yun said boldly again.

"Ask, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time." The smile on Tuoran Daoren's face did not change, but Feng Yun suddenly saw some vicissitudes from the face that was only black and white.

Seeing that Tuoran Daoist agreed, Feng Yun asked curiously: "The predecessors want to find a successor for their own painting Dao, but why do you want to make so many evil ghosts, underworlds, and hells?" ”

After Feng Yun finished asking, Tuoran Daoist was silent for a while before he slowly replied: "Evil ghosts, underworld, eighteen layers of hell, what do you think these represent?" ”

Hearing Tuoran Daoist's rhetorical question, Feng Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly, the reason why he asked this question was because these obviously had nothing to do with painting Taoism and seeking truth. He pondered for a moment before replying, "Sin or fear? ”

Tuoran Daoist nodded: "Yes, it's fear." Whether it is a human or an immortal, they will be afraid, especially the fear of Shouyuan. The so-called theory of the underworld and the eighteen layers of hell are just the imagination of fear after the end of Yang's life, and there has never been real evidence to prove the truth of these legends, but the legends are false, and the fear is true. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Yun and asked, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

Feng Yun didn't think about it, and immediately nodded: "Of course." However, what the younger generation is afraid of is not that they will be haunted by evil spirits and tortured by hell after death, but that they will not be able to die. "If there is no other way, if you can avenge Xue Lan and her father, death is not so unacceptable. Even if Wang Jun in his previous life, if he could know the truth in advance and keep his father and Xue Lan safe, even if he wanted to die, it would be worth it, but unfortunately, when Wang Jun knew the truth, not only did he lose the ability to take revenge, but Xue Lan had already been accused by the gangsters.

Regarding Feng Yun's answer, Tuoran Daoist was noncommittal, but said lightly: "I have sought the true path all my life, but I didn't expect to be defeated by the fear of vanity in my heart in the end. ”

Hearing this, Feng Yun couldn't help but guess something, and his eyes widened: "...... It means that you are at the end because you are afraid of ...... Die, so only? ”

Tuoran Daoist smiled and nodded: "That's right." Under the catastrophe, either feather and ascend to the immortal, or fly ashes and disappear. I once thought that I had been bent on pursuing the truth, and that I had long since abandoned my worldly thoughts, but when the catastrophe was approaching, my heart retreated. Once a thought arises, it is difficult to fake. ”