Chapter 162: Eighteen Layers of Hell

Chen Ye had once pondered a question in his past life.

All sentient beings suffer; many fall into Hell forever after death, not necessarily because they are full of sins, but also because they cannot let go of their hatred.

When resentment reaches the heavens and cannot be dissolved, unable to drink Meng Po's soup and unable to be reborn, one can only descend into Hell.

Within the Hell of Uninterrupted Suffering, listening to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva recite scriptures, once this boundless resentment is eliminated, one can be reborn as a human again.

Lin Chuxia sat behind the screen; hearing so many men arguing outside, she felt somewhat panicked after all, worrying that Mother Liu might break her word and truly send her out to serve customers.

Ming Yi felt somewhat ashamed; the Four Gentlemen in the Music Bureau were used to having clothes brought to hand and rice served to mouth, never having done rough work like sweeping fallen leaves or picking up branches. Seeing the hands of Zhu Jun and others, once perfect as jade carvings, turn rough, some people are born to be served. He hurriedly said that after opening, they should hire several servants to clean the courtyard.

Although the direct competition had not officially begun, Mo Ziqing already felt in his heart that his chances of victory were far greater than those of the Sixth Imperial Prince.

If Ji Dongyuan fears loneliness, wouldn't the Ji family be much livelier if Huang Meijiao and Ji Weiqing returned? Then Ji Dongyuan would no longer have to lie sleepless on a lonely pillow every day, worrying whether his children were living well and when they could return home.

"Stimulating." He casually tossed out those two words. Lin Jinfeng said nothing more, went over to watch television, having rare two days of rest.

Shi Tian bent down to inspect and found that the spiritual water in the Source Pool had completely dried up, unable to continue repairing the Immortal Token.

She could only comfort herself that when she achieved fame and success, she would certainly not cling to power, but ride a crane down to Yangzhou with him.

And such a situation persisted until it was finally broken when Fan Zishu himself came in person.

He knew clearly that if she had the ability to turn him back, she would not have waited until the second day, nor would she have specially sent him to the Rong family to ask Yun Luo for help.

If it were not for Mu Qingsu just now, she would have already fallen like a lump of rotten mud; where would she have had the chance to sit so leisurely on the plane watching Mu Qingsu be tormented?

But the fact that the Ninth Uncle gave the Dragon Vein to Bai Ye, if you did not see it with your own eyes, it would be impossible to know at all.

Xue Jing was not someone prone to internalizing his own distress, but since the mistake had already been made, he naturally wanted to make amends as much as possible.

Cultivators often passed by on the road; Jiang He always felt their glances, faint yet present, cast upon the spirit stone in his arms, making him unable to help but grip the long sword at his waist.

This Xuan Huang Pearl, if supported by a vast amount of spirit stones, would increase one's cultivation to an unimaginable degree.

"How to escape?" Shangguan Xuan spoke first; he had a hint of expectation. The strong will to survive was stirred by Wang Qingxue's words. He did not want to die; he had not yet married Ye Ling, how could he just die like this?

Judging from the peeling condition, the age must be extremely ancient; some lines had already become indistinguishable.

A towering, radiant hall rose from the ground all around, pulling the three of them into a vast sea of stars.

Amidst indistinct murmurs, a tall, cold, and beautiful figure stumbled hazily into the embrace of the opposite sex before her; the hot breath spilling from her mouth brought a sensation of scorching heat, while her blurred purple-red snake eyes flowed with intense desire, like a pool of green water in motion.

The vendors' cries rose and fell in waves; various goods were dazzling to the eye, making one's vision blur.

Seeing this, Ma Yunlu was overjoyed and surged forward again, her long spear thrusting toward Cai Zhong's heart like a venomous snake striking.

Although whether I wear it or not, no one can see, human nature is such; one simply cannot expose oneself completely naked in public.

"Ye Xiu, if you do not move aside, I will truly take action!" The Gray Wolf Demon King's face showed signs of anxiety and restlessness; forced by Ye Xiu's momentum into a dilemma, he had already begun to display some hysterical symptoms of frenzy.