Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 162
The middle-aged man ran all the way to Daxingshan Temple, and stood at the door, panting, with his hands on his knees.

The Daxingshan Temple in front of him was even more lively than before.

On the huge doorplate, there are four large characters "Daxingshan Temple" written in block letters, and there are bursts of Buddhist sounds and bells coming from inside.

The middle-aged man fully recovered his normal breathing, climbed dozens of steps, and finally entered the gate.

Behind the gate is a huge square with a hall on each of the three sides, enshrining three Bodhisattvas.

The middle-aged man received free incense beside the square, and respectfully offered incense to the three Bodhisattvas.

Then continue to go back, on both sides are two long corridors, a total of [-] arhats are enshrined.

After passing through the long corridor, there is the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The Buddha and other Buddhas are enshrined inside.

The middle-aged men bowed one by one.

After the worship, the middle-aged man continued to walk back, only to find a group of people gathered in a square.

On a high platform in the middle of the square, a young monk was sitting on a lotus futon, talking about something.

The middle-aged man hurried over.

"No. 12 layers of hell, called Mortar Hell.

If food is wasted, there will always be leftovers in three meals a day, picky eaters and anorexia. After death, they will be sent to the mortar hell, and their souls will be put into the mortar to be killed. If they swear or curse while eating, they will also be sent to hell after death Mortar hell. "

Everyone listened seriously, with solemn expressions, listening to the mage's description of the horrors of the eighteen levels of hell.

When the middle-aged man heard it, his heart was shocked, he hurried to the side, and grabbed the person next to him.

"Brother, what are the mages on the high platform talking about? What is the twelve hells? Waste of food will be killed by a mortar. This is too scary."

The passer-by who was caught quickly covered the middle-aged man's mouth, and said with a serious face, "Don't talk, just listen quietly."

The middle-aged man saw other people frowning in dissatisfaction and looked at himself.

Immediately did not dare to speak.

The mage on the high platform continued to speak:

"No.13 layer of hell, named Blood Pool Hell.

Anyone who doesn't respect others, doesn't honor their parents, or walks in crooked ways will be thrown into the Blood Pool Hell after death, where they will suffer the pain of turning into blood in the endless pool of blood. "

"The No. 15 layer of hell is called the Punishment Hell.

Those who rob graves and dig graves are thrown into the punishment hell after death. They are subjected to lingering punishments day and night, and they cannot be released. "

"No. 18 layers of hell, named Avici Hell.

People who have committed the most heinous crimes will fall into Avici Hell after death, where they will suffer endless pain and live forever without return. "

"Eighteen levels of hell, all of which are endless hells, suffering will never stop, and they will suffer endless pain every moment."

After the mage on the high platform finished speaking, everyone in the audience trembled, and all of them broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

The middle-aged man was even more struck by lightning.

Since this period of time, every night I have dreamed of the hell that the mage said on the stage, and I was deeply tortured, suffering day and night.

The middle-aged man couldn't hold back at this time, and shouted loudly, "I am the mage! I asked myself that I had never done anything bad, so why did I dream of the endless hell these few days, which made me unable to sleep."

When the middle-aged man shouted, the others also shouted.

"Master, please help me. I am indeed not filial to my parents. I have already realized my mistake. I will definitely reform myself in the future, be filial to my parents, and never disobey them again."

"Master, I know I was wrong, I don't want to go to hell after I die, and I won't waste food anymore.

From now on, I will only eat one meal a day, and I will never waste a grain of food or a drop of water! "

The young mage, listening to the shouts of the audience, showed a faint smile.

This person is none other than Master Zonghai.

Seeing Master Zonghai smile, everyone was infected and immediately calmed down.

It seems that Master Zonghai's smile has a magic power to comfort people's hearts.

"All benefactors, the poor monk Zonghai is a disciple of Master Konghui, the abbot of Daxingshan Temple."

"It turned out to be Master Zonghai, no wonder he is so detached and elegant."

Everyone praised.

Zong Hai ignored it and continued:
"In the name of Master, I am here to give you some guidance and explain the [-] levels of hell, teach people to be good, and wake up as soon as possible. lest you die in the future and go to hell, it will be too late to regret."

When everyone heard this, they all respected Zong Hai.

"Master Zonghai, you are truly merciful.

I was really blinded by lard before and committed many measures.

If it weren't for Master Zonghai, I would definitely have fallen deeper and deeper!
It's just a mage, how can I make up for the mistakes I made before so that I can die without going to hell?
That hell is really terrifying. In my dream, I saw someone’s tongue being pulled out alive, and the blood spurted out. I dreamed of the same scene every night. Now I can’t see other people’s tongues. Nausea, dizziness, can't breathe! "

Many people excitedly told about the hell scene they saw in their dreams, expressing their fear of death.

Zong Hai smiled slightly, "Don't be restless, everyone.

In fact, all of you are people with roots of wisdom. To be able to dream of the scene of hell shows that all of you here are people with profound blessings.

If it is an ordinary person, in life, he will only be muddled and make mistakes without knowing it.

After death, I went to hell and suffered boundless pain. I wanted to regret it, but it was too late.

And everyone, from this root of wisdom, you feel the scene of hell, and you are able to come here and listen to my lectures. This is the expression of profound blessings.

If you have the opportunity to repent and reform, you will have the opportunity to avoid going to hell, and you will be reincarnated directly, born in a good family, and enjoy the wealth and honor in your next life.

As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn your back and do it right, the cycle of cause and effect has its own number of days. "

After listening to Master Zonghai's words, everyone was no longer frightened and confused. From the moment when everyone was in danger, everyone became self-satisfied.

"Hearing what the Master said, it is true. It seems that we are all people with deep blessings."

The middle-aged man also relaxed instantly at this time. It turned out that he dreamed of hell because of his deep fortune.

It's just that if you dream about it every night and you can't sleep peacefully, your body can't bear it.

"Master Zonghai, please explain to us, what should we do so that we don't have these nightmares anymore?"

Zong Hai looked at the middle-aged man, and said in his heart, good question, I'll just wait for your words.

"This benefactor asked a good question. A few days ago, many benefactors also asked this question. For this reason, our Daxingshan Temple chanted scriptures day and night to wash away your sins. Now, the temple has decided to imitate the [-]th floor. Hell, let everyone feel it for themselves, so as to purify the soul and achieve the purpose of washing away sins."

"Daxingshan Temple is really good. It is willing to do such a big thing for us, a group of unrelated people!"

When the middle-aged man heard that there was a solution, he felt more at ease, and couldn't help asking the last sentence:
"Master Zong Hai, when will this imitation hell be built for us to wash away our sins?"

(End of this chapter)