佛說佛名經 12.19

12.19

Shortly after, Baoda entered yet another hell, called the Hell of Flying Knives. That hell was fifteen yojanas in length and breadth, enclosed on all sides by iron walls and covered above with an iron net. Fierce winds of fire blew from the four corners of that citadel against iron mountains; as the mountains ground against one another, they turned into sharp knives, and those knives were double-edged, like needle tips. Through the void they clanged and clashed like thunder, and the knives struck against one another like lightning bolts, descending from the sky to pierce the sinners' heads, entering from their heads and exiting from under their feet, entering through their backs and exiting from their chests, coming out on the left and entering on the right, as smoke and fire blazed together. In a single day and night they endured myriads of torments, dying a thousand deaths and living a thousand lives, dying ten thousand deaths and living ten thousand lives. If they ever obtained human form, foul sores would break out covering their whole bodies all over.