I realized my thoughts again...
Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes, somewhat unsure of what his inner demon was going to do.
Do you want to erase them?
After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei did not do it. He could wipe it off, but there was no need. If he wiped it off, wouldn't it mean that he was guilty?
Besides, isn't the purpose of entering this inner world to torture and temper myself?
If he was simply out of bravery and wanted to beat up his inner demon, then why would he bother entering the inner world? Wouldn't it be better to just suppress it in the small world of the human body?
No matter what tricks you play, I will take them on myself...
Although he thought so, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry. He just stood on the Naihe Bridge with his arms folded and watched the show, like an outsider.
Then he saw the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons escorting "him" across the Naihe Bridge.
During this period, neither the Ox-Head and Horse-Face nor that "he" had any reaction to Zhang Zhiwei on the bridge, as if he did not exist.
Zhang Zhiwei seemed to be thinking about something. He casually pulled the long tongue of a little devil who was being tortured by having his tongue pulled out, tied a knot in it, and stuffed it back into his mouth.
While Zhang Zhiwei was tying the knot, both the tortured little ghost and the ghost who was pulling out the tongue seemed to be oblivious to him. They just looked at their tongues that were inexplicably tied into a knot with a look of confusion on their faces.
"I feel something real when I touch it. I can even feel the rough lines on my tongue. Everything is real, but this is just a simple sensory illusion. In reality, everything is false. However..."
"I can't deny that compared to the beginning, this inner world has had a deeper impact on me. My state of embracing the essence and maintaining unity, with my essence, energy, and spirit in perfect harmony, hasn't changed. How is the inner demon influencing me?"
"Since it can be affected, this means that there is a gap in my state of unity of essence, energy and spirit. It is not perfect. So where is this gap?"
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, watching the Ox-Head and Horse-Face and "him" walking farther and farther away.
But the strange thing is that no matter how far they walked, they could not get out of Zhang Zhiwei's sight, as if they were standing still.
"To invite someone into a trap, shouldn't you use the word 'invite'?"
Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry. He stood where he was and was reluctant to move.
For a moment, the two sides were deadlocked.
Zhang Zhiwei is not anxious, but he is anxious about his inner demons.
Sure enough, after a while, the inner demon could no longer bear it, and a sinister voice came from far away and said:
"The answer you want is right here with me, my Lord. Are you afraid of entering this game alone?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
Zhang Zhiwei took a step forward. As he moved, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face and "he" who were standing still in front of him started moving again.
Even though he knew there was a game ahead, Zhang Zhiwei still chose to join in. Isn't this the meaning of this trip?
Use your inner demons to reflect yourself, find the gaps that you cannot detect, and then repair them.
As for the situation where one enters the inner demon realm, will it be dangerous?
What a joke, what's the point of doing something without danger?!
The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!
"Yes, that's it. It's quite interesting. I haven't experienced this kind of challenging feeling in a long time. I hope you won't let me down, otherwise, I will burn you... to ashes!"
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Zhang Zhiwei followed the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, passing through Wangxiangtai, Evil Dog Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Bewitching Hall, Fengdu City, and finally arrived in front of the Hall of Yama.
Along the way, he saw all kinds of eerie and tragic scenes. Even though Zhang Zhiwei had a mind as tough as iron, he still felt inexplicably irritated and had the urge to overturn this ghost place. People in this world are all suffering, and after death they have to go through such a ghost place?
Moreover, this inner scene is too real. The inner demon is transformed by obsession, and what it possesses cannot exceed the source of the original body.
But Zhang Zhiwei himself doesn’t know many things here, or he only has a vague understanding of them. How did the inner demon come about?
"The inner world is definitely not as simple as the spiritual world. It hides many unknown things!"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed inwardly, then noticed that the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons were escorting "himself" into the Hall of Yama, so he followed them 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 are holding mourning sticks and chains, with a red tongue hanging down to their chest. Both are wearing tall hats with "Wealth at first sight" written on one side and "Peace in the world" written on the other. They are the legendary Black and White Impermanence.
In the very center of the hall, behind the four corner judge platforms, King Yama sat with his horse and golden sword.
King Yama wears a square crown and a blue robe, has a leopard head and round eyes, and his hair is standing on end with anger. He holds a scroll in his right hand and his left arm is on the desk, on which are placed the scroll, a brush, and a pen holder.
On the right side of King Yama is the judge wearing a gauze hat and a blue robe.
"Is the person coming Zhang Zhiwei from Huangcheng Village, Zhengji Town, Yicheng City, HUB Province?!" the King of Hell shouted.
Is this game to test one's true heart... Zhang Zhiwei at the door did not answer, but watched quietly.
Zhang Zhiwei, who was being interrogated in the middle of the hall, opened his mouth and said, "It's me!"
The King of Hell picked up the file on the desk, took a look at it, and said angrily:
"You are such a wicked lunatic! Your crimes are too numerous to list. You are condemned to the eighteen levels of hell, where you will never be reborn. Do you plead guilty?"
My life... has been flawless, so I'll go to the eighteen levels of hell? This is a joke. If I make up something, I have to make it sound reasonable, right? Zhang Zhiwei folded his hands, watching coldly, looking at the King of Hell like a clown.
Just as Zhang Zhiwei had this thought, he saw "him" who was being judged by iron chains also raised his head and looked at Yama as if he were a clown, sneering:
"I've lived a flawless life and will go to hell. That's a joke. Even if you make up something, you should make it sound reasonable, right?"
Zhang Zhiwei: “…………”
He seemed to understand the intention of the inner demon. He wanted to make the false become true?
The King of Hell slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Fabrication! I will read you the charges today so that you will die with a clear conscience."
"You have killed countless people, so you should be imprisoned in the Hell of the Mountain of Swords. You have disrespected your teachers and lied profusely, so you should be sent to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling. You set fires and harmed others, so you should be sent to the Hell of the Copper Pillar. You robbed others of their property, so you should be sent to the Hell of the Oil Pot. You often took people hunting, ate game, and loved killing livestock, so you should be sent to the Hell of the Ox Pit."
"You killed children, so you will go to the Stone-Crushing Hell. You wasted food, so you will go to the Mortar-Pulling Hell. You were arrogant and insulted others, so you will go to the Blood Pond Hell. As a Taoist priest, you didn't follow the rules and regulations, so you will go to the Volcano Hell..."
The King of Hell kept talking. Zhang Zhiwei frowned. Even though he felt that this was not good, he still matched what he had done with the sins listed above, and analyzed whether he was wrong or not.
While Zhang Zhiwei was analyzing, the "he" who was being judged also raised his head and said loudly:
"Those I burned and killed all deserved to die. To say I don't respect my teachers is sheer nonsense. I respect my teachers and my own path."
"As for robbing others' property, that's nonsense. I have never taken ill-gotten gains. The money I have earned was either from selling talismans to pilgrims or from bandits."
"I have done everything I have ever done with a clear conscience. No one has the right to judge me, not even you, the King of Hell!"
Although "he" was a figment of the inner demon, he was just as arrogant and rude as Zhang Zhiwei.
It can even be said that these ideas are Zhang Zhiwei's own ideas.
"Without a guilty conscience?" The King of Hell sneered, "Can you really do things with a clear conscience? Come, bring them up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chain in Hei Wuchang's hand flew out of the Yama Palace. When it was taken back, one end of the chain was tied to a jar covered with yellow talismans.
"when!"
The jar fell to the ground and rolled around. A pale head and limbs grew out, and a pair of resentful eyes stared at "Zhang Zhiwei" on the field.