Yin Yang evil eye

51

"How could you... you're not...already..."

"That's right... I'm dead. The me in the previous life and you in this life. This space was created by me with my last strength. The me you see now is just the last memory I left in the world. ..."

"The last memory... you really don't exist anymore?"

"The secret deep in the memory... Yu Yan, I no longer exist, the name Yan is just a memory..."

"But... Hino, he..."

"I can't go back... His obsession will only make us fall into the mud and we can't extricate ourselves... What should be forgotten... Then forget it..."

"But he can't forget...he'd rather..."

"It's only the heart that's imprisoned...he doesn't want to get out...hey, can you be a manjushahua?"

Manzhushahua?What do you mean... I shook my head in confusion, and he chuckled, holding beautiful paper-folded flowers: manjusawa bloomed in his palm.

"This……"

"It's beautiful, isn't it... Manjushahua's Sanskrit "Maha Manjushahua" originally means the flower of the sky, the big red flower, which is the auspicious four flowers from the sky. Praise; for the Bodhisattvas to preach the Mahayana Sutra, which is protected by the Bodhisattva Dharma and Buddha of the Infinite Meaningful Teachings; the Buddha has spoken this Sutra. Sit in lotus position, enter the samadhi of the immeasurable righteousness, and keep your body and mind still. , They are: Tianyu Mandala Flower, Maha Mandala Flower, Manzhushahua, Maha Manzhushahua. And San Buddha and the public.' This is the only scenery in the underworld..."

"The flower that blooms beside the Santu River, on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness...isn't it?"

"Yes... It is said that manjusawa only blooms in Huangquan. It is generally believed that it is a flower that only blooms on the banks of the Santu River in the underworld and on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness. It is as bright and red as blood, paving the way to hell. And there are flowers but no leaves. It is the only flower in the underworld. The legend of the flower fragrance of Manzhushahua has magical power and can evoke the memory of the deceased. There are a large number of this flower blooming on Huangquan Road. From a distance, it looks like it is paved with blood. It is also the only scenery and color on this long road to Huangquan. When the soul crosses the river of forgetfulness, it forgets all the things in life, and everything that used to be left behind After reaching the other shore, the deceased will follow the guidance of this flower to lead to the Nether Prison... Our meeting is on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness..."

-----------------------------Memory recall----------------- -----------------------

This is the bank of the Santu River, and I am a ferryman in the Santu River. Every soul passing here must go through extradition to reach the other side. I don't know when I started to ferry here, and I don't know who I am Who... I only remember that my task was to extradite souls to reach the other side of the river. I don’t know how long I have lived in such days. Although the days are boring, I can still hear their stories from the souls who boarded the boat... …

There are sorrows...joys...joys...joy...this is the life of the people on board...

"You said that you are such a boring guy every day, why don't you feel disgusted?" Qi Ye looked at me curiously with his chin on his hands, and asked, "Haven't you thought about anything else?"

I smiled lightly, looked ahead, supported the bamboo pole, and replied: "I'm used to it. There are many people boarding the boat every day, and I can hear many interesting stories..."

"Story? Are you bored? What's so interesting about the life of the undead?"

"It's really interesting. Although I can't go to Yangjian, I can learn some interesting things about Yangjian from them. Isn't it very interesting?"

"It's boring! As long as those undead get on your boat and cross this river, their memory of everything in their lifetime will become blurred... You! You can only listen to it here..."

"That's right...Actually, they are able to enter the Dao of Reincarnation and drink Meng Po Soup. This is a blessing...It's a hundred times better than us..."

"You... I really don't know what's going on in your head? You actually envy those undead, what's so good about reincarnation, I really want to pry open your head to see how it's structured inside? As a member of the underworld, we only need Do your own thing well, do what you should do well, everything is indifferent, mortals worry about life and death, that is their business, what does it have to do with us?"

"It's okay... right..."

"By the way, you haven't thought about changing your current buddy. After all, you've been working for a long time... Don't you want to step on the ground?"

"...Thinking...but...Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said...when the time comes...I can leave naturally, but until then...I can only stay here..."

"Oh, I knew it, then do you know when that time will come back?"

"I don't know... But, I believe that this day will definitely come back..."

"You... Really..." Qi Ye laughed, lay down on his back, crossed his legs, looked at the sky, and hummed a little song softly.

The song is very simple, but it is very interesting. There is no day in the underworld, only night, and you can't see the stars, but you can only hear the mournful and wailing soul...

I am more familiar with this river than anyone else. My boat crosses the water every day. There is no breeze in the underworld, only the dark wind. The gusts of overcast wind make people feel creepy. The Manjusawa on both sides of the river may be the dark and cold underworld. The most beautiful scenery...

"It's the stop..." I whispered softly.

"Here?" Qi Ye sat up and glanced around, sighed, stood up and patted the dust on his body, and said, "Then I'm leaving."

After all, he waved his hand and went ashore.

I smiled and nodded, and said, "Well, Master Qi, go slowly..."

The seventh and eighth masters who are black and white and impermanent have a very good personal relationship with me. Every time they go out to work, they will take my boat, talk to me, and let me take them to the junction of yin and yang. I thought this time would be the same as usual, but no. Thinking of... the time has come...

This day was the same as usual, but it was the first time I stepped on the ground and left my own boat. This was a completely strange feeling, and it caused different ripples in my calm and watery heart...

I followed Niutou Mamian to the main hall, and there was silence in the main hall. A man in ragged clothes was kneeling in the center of the hall, his head bowed expressionlessly.

"Wangchuan River Ferryman said, come here." He said, knelt down and saluted.

"Excuse me, Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time..." Yan Wang said.

"...Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know why the King of Hades called me this time?"

"There is a soul here, I want you to escort him to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

When I heard this, I paused, squinted at the person next to me, and replied, "Yes... I don't know... Bodhisattva..."

"This is what the Bodhisattva meant... He said that after you ferry this person to his place, you don't have to go back to the boat..."

"What?!" I was surprised, and suddenly raised my head to look at Hades, "This... this is true..."

"You can ask the Bodhisattva..."

"Then I..."

"The Bodhisattva will tell you what to do next..."

After speaking, Hades disappeared, and the hall suddenly darkened.

I don't know how to describe my mood at the moment, whether it's excitement, or... I glanced at the person beside me who was still kneeling, and saw that the person's expression was dull, as if something was missing in his eyes, and he was colorless.

I walked in front of him, squatted down, looked at him for a moment, and whispered: "Come with me..."

Hearing this, he raised his head and stared at me in a daze. I sighed and stretched out my hand in front of him. He stared at the hand in front of him blankly. You get out of here."

After finishing speaking, I pulled him up and led him out of the hall. On the way back to the boat, I met many acquaintances, and they all looked at me with surprise in their eyes. In my memory, I will always hold a bamboo pole, stay on the boat with a smile on my face, and wait for the ferrymen to board...

"It's really you! Yan." Qi Ye pulled Ba Ye to block me, surprised.

"It's not me, who do you think it will be?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Yu Yan: It's memories again... It seems that I'm not the protagonist anymore...

Hui Bao: Honey, you are him, and he is you, regardless of each other.

Words: Yes!Yu Yan, are you jealous of yourself?

Yu Yan: Shit, how could I be you!How could you be me!We paid for it, please come!

Word:……

Yan Bao: ...