Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 549 Converting Ashu of the Golden Lotus Courtyard

Ah Liu was taken aback. "What nonsense are you talking about? Every year during festivals, I burn a huge pile of paper money for my great-grandfather, grandfather, and father. They have an inexhaustible supply of it, so how could they be suffering in hell?"

Kinnara was amused by A-Liu's words, "I think you look like a human being, but you don't behave properly. You insist on stealing chickens and dogs and doing thievery. You're not even as good as a ghost. I say you're a ghost, but you still live in this world."

"If you don't believe that your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father are suffering in hell, then I'll show you."

After saying that, Kinnara waved his hand, and a water curtain appeared in mid-air, clearly displaying scene after scene.

It was a dark world, with countless bloodstained instruments of torture hanging on the walls. The first thing that caught the eye was a large pot filled with oil, with eerie will-o'-the-wisps burning fiercely underneath. Soon, the oil was clearly boiling, making a bubbling sound.

Soon, several ghost messengers escorted three people over. The three were disheveled, filthy, and covered in dirt.

As Ah Liu stared, she suddenly screamed, "That's...that's my dad! And my grandpa!"

Although A-Liu had never met his great-grandfather, four generations of his descendants looked about 80% alike, so at a glance he knew that it was his great-grandfather.

At this moment, the ghost guards escorted the group to the oil cauldron. They suddenly threw them into the cauldron with an over-the-shoulder throw. The oil crackled and popped, and then ear-piercing screams came from inside the cauldron. Even though they were in another world, Ah Liu shuddered and instinctively covered his ears.

"The punishments in the eighteen levels of hell are not limited to eighteen kinds. You can find everything you can think of and even things you can't imagine there. Being boiled in oil is just one of the most insignificant punishments. Shall we take a look at the others?"

Ah Liu shook her head vigorously, "No, I don't want to watch anymore."

Kinnara suddenly said sternly, "You say you won't watch it, but you have to watch it today. So you can see what kind of life your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father are living in the eighteenth level of hell."

The scene unfolded frame by frame. A-Liu was just a thief and had never seen anything like this before. He closed his eyes in pain, but Kinnara forcibly pried open A-Liu's eyelids, forcing him to watch the whole thing.

It took Ah Liu a full hour and a half to finish reading all the punishments in the eighteen levels of hell. He was soaked in sweat, collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and looked completely incredulous.

"Well, did you see the whole process clearly? Would you like to watch it again?"

Kinnara leaned close to A-Liu and said earnestly.

"I won't steal anymore, I'll never steal again!"

Ah Liu shook his head vigorously, finally realizing the fear. Stealing might feel good while alive, but what about after death?

Ah Liu gasped for breath when he thought of the countless tortures he had witnessed that day.

Kinnara said calmly, "You are a thief, and your hands are the greatest demon in your heart. If you really stop stealing, then cut off your hands."

After saying that, Kinnara threw a sharp dagger in front of him. The dagger landed with a crisp sound, and A-Liu's heart seemed to tremble at that moment.

Kinnara looked at A-Liu indifferently, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart. If A-Liu didn't take action himself, then the scenes he had witnessed today would be repeated in his dreams day after day, a torture a hundred times more cruel than losing a hand.

"I'll chop!"

Ah Liu knew very well that if he didn't take action, the white-robed monk in front of him would definitely punish him in a way that was worse than losing a hand.

Ah Liu picked up the dagger, gritted his teeth, and chopped down with it. The dagger was exceptionally sharp, and it encountered almost no resistance. Ah Liu's hand fell to the ground.

The five fingers are connected to the heart. If even one finger is injured, the pain is excruciating, let alone losing a hand. A-Liu was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground. Kinnara calmly stopped the bleeding for A-Liu and then took him home.

A-Liu's home was a large mansion with three courtyards. After sending A-Liu home, Kinnara solemnly said, "Although your hand is broken, you haven't gotten rid of your addiction. But with your family's wealth, you can live comfortably even without stealing. As long as you stop stealing and get rid of your addiction, one day your hand will grow back."

After saying that, Kinnara turned and left, leaving A-Liu staring blankly at his back. From then on, A-Liu indeed stayed at home obediently and never stole again.

After resolving A-Liu's matter, Kinnara immediately found A-Dao. A-Dao was a burly man with a fierce face and thick shoulders who loved to fight. However, with Kinnara's methods, he successfully made A-Dao repent and even join the Buddhist order, where he ate vegetarian food, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and never fought with others again.

After dealing with A-Liu and A-Dao, the High Priest's only remaining condition was the brothel's Ashu.

Jinlian Courtyard is the largest brothel in the city. Ashu is the most beautiful courtesan in this brothel, the kind who can earn a fortune for a single night.

Kinnara spent a lot of money to keep Ashu as his concubine for one night. That night, Kinnara came to Ashu's room and strangely smelled some blood.

Kinnara's heart stirred, and he quietly pushed open the door. In front of Ashu, there was a box full of human fingers. One of them was the freshest, as if it had just been cut off. The smell of blood was coming from this finger.

Kinnara asked, "Why did you cut off someone's finger after they paid for it?"

"These men are all heartless bastards. Taking even a finger from them is too lenient for them."

Ashu wiped the blood from her fingers with a handkerchief, then put it in the box and locked it. Only then did she stand up. When she saw Kinnara, a look of surprise flashed across her refined and otherworldly face. "You're a monk? You're a member of the Buddhist order?"

"Exactly."

Kinnara nodded.

A cold glint appeared on Ashu's face. "It's the first time I've ever seen Buddhists come to this Golden Lotus Courtyard to seek pleasure. Let's act quickly."

Just as Ashu finished speaking and was about to remove the thin veil from her body, Kinnara spoke up, "There's no need to take off your clothes."

After saying that, Kinnara took the blanket off the bed, spread it on the ground, and began to meditate.

Ashu stared blankly at Kinnara, her hand that had been resting on his clothes falling down at some point. She got up, blew out the lamp, lay down on the bed, and asked Kinnara, "Since you spent the money, why didn't you do anything?"

Kinnara laughed and said, "Since I am a member of the Buddhist order, how could I do such a thing?"

Ashu exhaled a breath of stale air and continued to ask, "Since you know it's inappropriate for someone from the Buddhist community to come to a place like this, why did you come in the first place?"

This time, Kinnara did not speak; his eyes were closed, and his mind wandered elsewhere.

Ashu also fell silent, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

(End of this chapter)