The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

He leaned close to Yuxia and whispered, "Master Yuxia, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

"Oh, I'm just a cultivator, cultivating immortality, how could I possibly believe in such things?"

"You don't believe it." He Hongyi narrowed his eyes, "So you don't know that everything you are experiencing today is the retribution for your previous evil deeds."

“And I believe it.”

He said complacently: "I have done good deeds and accumulated virtues in my life, so when your disciples encountered injustice, the first thing they thought of was to seek help from me."

"Even if we are monks, we still have to be respectful."

After saying this, he clasped his hands together happily and slowly bowed towards heaven and earth.

Thank God for the gift.

This great gift from Shuiyue Xianmen...I, He, would be honored to refuse it.

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But the smile still remained on his face.

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery turned pitch black.

Pure darkness, pitch black so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you.

He Hongyi became alert almost instantly and shouted, "Who?"

"How dare you disturb the good things of Qiankunque? No matter who you are, this matter is a big deal."

No one responded to him.

In the endless darkness as far as the eye can see, there is only a faint green light slowly lighting up not far away.

It looks particularly eerie and strange.

"Who is playing tricks? Don't you dare show your true face?"

He Hongyi roared, and the pressure of the Tribulation Realm swept over in an instant.

However, the dim lamp only flickered slightly and did not go out.

At the same time, a deep and profound voice slowly echoed:

"You always say that there is a god above your head."

"Now that you have seen me, why don't you bow?"

He Hongyi turned his head suddenly.

He stared at the real and illusory shadow of the ancient Buddha standing tall in front of him, feeling confused and uncertain.

"Who are you? How dare you cheat here?"

"I am the World Honored One Ksitigarbha. Seeing that you have committed so many sins, I cannot bear to see you repeating the same mistakes, so I have come to enlighten you."

Buddha Ksitigarbha?

He Hongyi didn't know what this thing was.

Although he had just said in front of Yuxia that there is a god above your head.

But he actually didn't believe in it.

nonsense.

You are cultivating immortality, but you still believe in gods and Buddhas. Can gods and Buddhas defeat you?

But in this strange situation, He Hongyi found it difficult to figure out for a moment.

It doesn't seem like Taoism... There's not a trace of spiritual power.

So how did this strange phenomenon come about?

It can't be that I'm just lucky enough to meet a dead mouse, or that I've encountered a real god or Buddha, right?

Before he could figure out the current situation, the phantom of the ancient Buddha took advantage of his confusion and struck while the iron was hot:

"He Hongyi. You are the leader of a righteous sect, but you are selfish, sinister and cruel."

"They cheat, rob and plunder, and commit all kinds of evil."

"Even though you find it hard to look at yourself, your sins and karma are already overwhelming. After you die, you will fall into the Avici Hell and suffer endlessly."

"fart!"

He Hongyi cursed angrily: "I have practiced cultivation all my life, how can you, a wild Buddha, take care of me?"

"Filthy language and blasphemy against the gods will be punished by a hundred years in the Mortar Hell and the Knife Mountain Hell."

"What the hell..."

"Add another hundred years."

"I'll fuck you..."

"More."

He Hongyi's face turned red and he was breathing heavily with anger.

"If you are only good at talking, don't try to scare people."

I knew you would say that.

"Obsessive."

"Little did they know that their own sins would bring disaster to their families."

He Hongyi frowned.

What do you mean?

At this moment, a somewhat old and aggrieved voice slowly sounded:

"Hey... you deserve a beating, you little brat!"

"You, you have caused your father so much trouble!"

The moment he heard the voice, He Hongyi's whole body shook violently and his eyes widened.

He was very familiar with this voice.

He was his biological father who gave birth to him, raised him, and brought him up all his life.

But, but this is impossible.

My biological father passed away decades ago.

He buried it with his own hands.

At that moment, He Hongyi felt all the energy and blood in his body rushing to his head, and he felt dizzy.

"Dad... Dad? Is it really you?"

"No, it's impossible. It must be an illusion, a Taoist trick."

"My father is dead!" His eyes were bloodshot and he shouted angrily, "You Zuwangdao, don't even think about deceiving me!"

"Stinky boy!"

The old man roared with a bit of resentment:

"If you dare not acknowledge me, your father, I will make the story of you stealing the underwear of a widow from the neighboring village when you were a child known to everyone in hell!"

At that moment, He Hongyi's legs trembled and he instantly became cowardly.

broken.

What a real dad.

(I’m on a high-speed train at 9am. I’m going on a long trip and may not be back until the 17th or 18th)

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53. Master, I understand!

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He Hongyi asked himself.

I'm not a good person.

The establishment of Qiankunque was based on a series of not-so-glorious plunders, and it gradually developed to its current scale.

During this process, He Hongyi has used opportunistic means and unscrupulous means more than once, just like he did today, just to expand his power.

But there was only one weakness in his nature.

That is his father who raised him from childhood.

Before he started practicing, he was just a wild kid from an ordinary mountain village. His mother left him very early, and he didn't even remember anything when she left.

His father raised him by farming and working for the landlords.

His father doesn't have a good temper either.

Sometimes when he is tired after a busy day, he will take it out on himself. If he disagrees with something, he will "pull out seven wolves when a father sees that his son is still alive."

Because of this, He Hongyi is both filial to his father and afraid of his father.

Later, he was lucky enough to have a monk friend visit the wealthy family where his father worked, and he happened to see He Hongyi who came to play with his father.

Seeing that he had good aptitude, he took him back to practice.

After He Hongyi had achieved success in his cultivation and became a well-known cultivator, he took his father to the fairyland to enjoy a peaceful life.

My father and I both came from remote areas and have been poor all our lives, so we are tired of it.

So after becoming rich, his father soon became addicted to a life of debauchery.

He Hongyi is a filial son and he lets his father do whatever he wants.

The result is.

My father, who was in his seventies, had sex with eight women in a brothel all night long.

Then he died in the woman's belly.

He Hongyi was heartbroken after learning about this, and he let Qiankunque accompany him in mourning for three years before reopening the sect.

But that was many years ago.

Now, hearing the familiar preaching voice in his ears, He Hongyi's first reaction was tears in his eyes.

"Dad...it's really you..."

"You brat!"

The old voice scolded him fiercely: "Do you know that because you do bad things all day long, I, your father, am in hell!"

"No, it's impossible?"

He Hongyi stammered, confused: "What my son does, every cultivator does it?"

"Isn't the world of immortal cultivation full of intrigue and deception, and using any means necessary to seize opportunities?"

"Not everyone has a family." The old voice said seriously, "Just think of their families as having been confiscated by your father."

Group: 5

He Hongyi: “?”

"But, but my son burns paper for you every year, and each time he burns a lot. I think you should have enough food and clothing in the afterlife..."

"You still have the nerve to say it?"

When this matter was mentioned, the old voice became even more annoyed and roared: "Do you know what inflation is?"

"Everyone burns tens of millions of dollars worth of paper money. The little waste paper you burned for your father can't even buy a bowl of soy milk in the underworld!"

He Hongyi was dumbfounded.