On the unfortunate days in the underworld

After only a few days of confinement, Huiming already felt bored. Although he was ordered not to walk around randomly, according to his temperament, it was absolutely difficult to abide by it. After being honest for a while, he began to explore curiously again.

"Brother, why do you keep emitting smoke from your mouth?" Huiming saw a ghost servant sitting not far from his house, constantly puffing out white smoke, looking very leisurely.

The ghost guard looked up at Huiming, but he didn't immediately get up and salute like the others. He just patted the stool next to him, motioned Huiming to sit beside him, and then said calmly, "My lord, this is I accidentally found a weed on Huangquan Road, wrapped it in paper, and slowly lit it with a dark fire, taking a sip is like drinking old wine, forgetting the past, it is simply happier than being a god, sir, would you like to take a sip?"

Huiming smelled the fragrance of the white smoke, but he was always timid, afraid that he would make Xiao Changlu angry after he tried something, so he politely refused, but seeing that this ghost looked like an old man in the underworld, he asked He inquired: "Brother, you seem to be here for a long time, can you tell me something about Master Heiwuchang Xiao?"

"Master Xiao," the ghostly messenger took a long puff of white smoke, frowned, and recalled with great difficulty: "I've stayed here long enough, but I can't remember anything about Master Xiao at all." , I just know that although he is also a member of the underworld, the King of Hades seems to be a bit jealous of him, and it is even more difficult for me to get close to him on weekdays." After speaking, he laughed at himself, "Anyway, not long ago I'm leaving after that, and things here have nothing to do with me anymore."

"Let's go? Can ghost messengers go too?" Huiming asked him in surprise.

"My lord, you don't know that everything has an end, and this errand in the underworld is also the same. When the time comes, you can naturally choose where to go." The ghost messenger replied.

"Then are you going to reincarnate as human beings?" Huiming continued to ask.

"Hehe, my lord, you don't understand. Those who can become ghost messengers either practice the way of ghosts, or they don't want to be reincarnated after they become ghosts and stay here to accumulate virtue. The former will naturally not be reincarnated and ruin their practice. , the latter is mostly to save a fortune, so that the next life will be smooth." The ghost guard raised the corner of his mouth, and added with clear eyes: "Actually, what is the difference between this hell and the world? If you want to leave, if you are reincarnated and a human being, you will not go completely, so of course I will not do so."

Seeing Huiming's puzzled face, he could only continue to finish his sentence: "I will get rid of my three souls and six souls, and take a good rest for a while."

"Ah!" Huiming opened his mouth wide, he had never heard of this kind of movement, to disperse his soul, wouldn't it just disappear completely in this world?

As if guessing Huiming's thoughts, the ghost messenger spit out another puff of white smoke, leaned against the stone behind him with his eyes closed, and said slowly: "My lord, don't be surprised, the soul will not disappear in the true sense, it's just divided into pieces." I made countless copies, some clinging to a drop of water, some sticking to a leaf, and some wandering with the wind, and they settled down wherever they landed. Maybe after many years, they gathered together and became me again. Maybe they will become countless me, and stay in this world better for me..."

The ghost guard opened his eyes, looked at Huiming's dazed eyes, and comforted him: "I'm just talking nonsense, my lord just listen to it, there's no need to take it to heart."

"In my spare time, I once read such a sentence, "There is no life, there is no transformation, the living must be born, and the transformation must be transformed." I probably think that people must have life and death, so that all things can turn around. Listen to it today After listening to your words, brother, I feel that I have escaped from this situation, and it is beyond my reach," Huiming stood up very solemnly, and gave him a deep bow.

How could the ghost messenger dare to accept his gift, he stood up immediately, and replied: "My lord, don't be like this, I'm just talking nonsense, there is no realm to speak of, this grass is almost finished, I'm going to the underworld Get some here, and I won’t bother you to send them off.” After speaking, he bowed and walked briskly towards the ghost gate.

Huiming knew that he didn't want to say any more, and after watching him go away, he didn't think much about it, and continued to walk aimlessly.

"If great wisdom is stupid, great wisdom will hurt..." The ghost messenger suddenly paused in the middle of walking, sighed to himself, then resumed his cynical expression, and continued walking happily.

At this time, Huiming unknowingly came to the entrance to the eighteenth floor of hell. The ghost guards on both sides immediately went to greet him when they saw him. Please go back."

"Are you saying that I'm afraid of this place?" Huiming heard what they meant, and asked a little unhappy.

The two ghost messengers looked at each other, but they didn't respond with a word, as if we agreed that you would be afraid.

After all, Huiming still has self-esteem, knowing that he lost face last time, this time he must redeem it, he walked to the entrance of the cave with a fearless look, showed his aura with his head held high, and then began to seal with his hands trembling slightly , I read the mantra, and after reading it once, I found that I was still standing in the same place without moving. After reading it again, I still didn’t move, and again, still the same, again...

Half an hour later, Huiming was sweating profusely, while the two ghost guards on the opposite side were dumbfounded. They probably had never seen such a person since their careers, and they forgot to stop him for a while, instead they were suspicious. With a kind of complicated emotion, he has been watching Huiming's constant tossing.

"I'm exhausted." Huiming breathed out, pointed to one of them and said, "Take me down, I just showed you the wrong formula, but I'm actually very proficient in this method."

At this time, no matter what Huiming said, they would not believe it anymore. In order to prevent him from doing more unexpected things later, one of the ghost messengers stepped forward to help Huiming very attentively, and with a movement of his feet, he immediately came to the first place. In front of the gates of hell.

"Are you going in now, my lord?" Seeing Huiming's bluish face, the ghost messenger asked him respectfully.

"Well, I'm here to inspect, you go back first." Huiming said calmly, and after the ghost messenger left, he shook his dizzy head, thinking that since he came , Don't be cowardly, take a deep breath, and push the door back with all your strength.

Then, he still lay down on the side and vomited like before, but the improvement is that after the vomit finished, the disgusting feeling in his heart subsided a lot, and he didn't feel that much when he looked at the pool of blood. It's an eyesore, the ghost guard guarding the first floor of Hell looked at Huiming's faint look, and prayed in his heart that the lord would leave early, just the two times he came here to vomit, it was enough for them to clean it for a while.

"My lord, this is a filthy place, you better not come here." A ghost waiting for execution walked up to him and advised him.

Huiming saw that he had regular facial features, a pleasant demeanor, and no signs of evil spirits, and wondered why he was here, so he asked casually.

The young ghost must have been bored for a long time, and he poured out all of a sudden.