Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

Lin Yu picked up the silver knife that fell with him, pinned it to his waist, and asked dumbly, "Death...can you be resurrected?"

"Of course," Bai Wuchang sneered, "I can't. But there are always foolish mortals who think it's okay, but in fact life and death in the world are recorded in the book of life and death. Even if the body is intact, it can only be a corpse without a soul."

"Then what if..." Lin Yu's eyes gradually cleared up, and his fingers curled up, "Can you bring back the soul?"

Bai Wuchang seemed to be watching an absurd farce, with contempt written all over his face, "Hey, not to mention that mortals don't have magical tools for summoning souls, just say that after death, people drink Mengpo soup, cross Naihe bridge, and reincarnate early." I'm pregnant, how can I call it back?"

"can."

"what?"

Lin Yu met his gaze, and his voice trembled slightly, "That person will jump into the river of forgetfulness, and he will not enter reincarnation for a thousand years."

"..." Bai Wuchang was shocked. After being shocked, he once again lamented that there are no wonders in the world. Those who refuse to drink Mengpo soup can only jump into the Wangchuan River and suffer for thousands of years. Many people give up when they hear this condition. But there will always be one or two idiots who would rather jump into the river than forget about the world.

He just didn't expect to meet this idiot, so he humbly asked for advice, "Little baby, who is that person? Let the old man come and find out his background."

Lin Yu didn't answer, but hurriedly said: "Qi Ye, if this is the case, can the soul be brought back?"

Bai Wuchang shook his head, "Even so, a powerful reversal formation is needed to pave the waypoints for Huang Quan, otherwise the dead souls can't find their way back to the Yang world."

Lin Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself in a daze, "The tools for summoning souls, souls that cannot enter reincarnation, and guideposts for the reversal formation...all here..."

Bai Wuchang wanted to continue to inquire about the strange girl who jumped into the river, but when he saw that the child on the other side looked strange, he said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Yu grabbed his wide cuff, forgot to add the honorific title, and the words came out like a machine gun, "Quick! Take me to find Ba Ye!"

If Bai Wuchang didn't know what was going on just now, then when he heard the word "Ba Ye", he would immediately understand.

Black and white impermanent mourning sticks, one black and one white, the rags on the top of the stick can guide the dead souls in the underworld, and they are useful for summoning souls in the underworld. Now that the formation under their feet is destroyed, the caster can use the ghost hunter's living soul at any time Serve as a sacrifice and create a reversal formation.

Introduction, soul body, medium, all complete!

Bai Wuchang grabbed his back by the collar, lifted him up like a bag of rice, and said loudly: "Brother Fan should not have gone far, little baby, I will take you for a ride!"

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into the bamboo forest together.

Leaving a few busy judges and bull-headed horse faces...

The judge holding the pen was Cui Jue, who was in charge of the Yin Law. He quickly turned over a page of the book of life and death, wrote a few strokes on it, then flipped through it again, stroked it again, and repeated this action, "The black and white elders will not come to collect the soul!" What are you doing!?"

The three judges standing with him were Wei Zheng, the division of rewarding good, Zhong Kui, the division of punishing evil, and Lu Zhidao, the investigation division.

While tossing copper coins to the soul body in the sky, the Shangshansi said in a hurry: "Master Cui, the second elder is going to arrest people. Their authority in the human world is greater than ours." old man with beard.

The copper coins fell into the hands of some dead souls precisely like shining stars, and some of them didn't get it, and they were unwilling to grab it, but when they touched the money, it was like being licked by the tongue of fire, and it was so hot Light a puff of smoke.

Had to give up resentfully.

The procuratorate waved the soul-calling banner, his face paled in shock, "Let's not care about the impermanent elders, who are the people who set up the formation...there are so many dead souls gathered together."

"I heard that they drive corpses, and they have accumulated a lot of evil virtue." The punishment officer grabbed and grabbed some dead souls with black chests in the air, and pulled them into his sleeves.

"The one who drove the corpse?" The inspector stopped his hand waving the banner, panting, "Then this is really a strange thing."

His voice became sharper as he gasped.

The Department of Punishment stopped answering, shook his cuffs and bowed to them, "Everyone, I will bring these heinous people back to the Hall of Yama to interrogate them first. I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves , stepping on the black cloud with his hands behind his back to the sky.

The Yinlu Division holding a pen shouted domineeringly from below: "Zhong Kui, you old man skipped work again—! Don't want this year's year-end award—!"

The other two hurriedly stopped him, "Lord Cui calm down, this old Zhong Kui's temper is not a day or two, your lord has a lot, don't care about it like him."

"Nonsense!" Director Shang Shan said, "If it weren't for the large number of officials, he would have been able to work in the underworld!"

"..."

Not far away, Niutou and Mamian, who were collecting their souls, looked at each other professionally, "There is such a thing as a year-end award in the underworld?"

"Brother Ma, forgot? Before we were demoted, we were treated the same as Black and White Wuchang, with year-end bonuses every year."

"..."

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Deep in the bamboo forest.

The evening scenery quickly passed by, and shadows, one big and one small like arhats, flew up inside.

"Ahhhhh!" Bai Wuchang sneezed suddenly, braked quickly, almost knocking off the kid on his shoulder, and asked in bewilderment, "Who is thinking about this old man?"

I saw the "kid on the shoulders" with his legs forward and his head back, covering his mouth with his hands, and muttering, "I don't know who misses you, but I know that if you don't stop, I'm going to vomit..."

Bai Wuchang grabbed his armpit at a light speed and took him off the ground. He said with a serious expression, "Brother Fan is right here, we don't need to run anymore." He walked forward.

"Okay." Lin Yu swayed a few times before holding onto the bamboo to stand still. His face looked extremely pale, as if he had suffered a serious illness. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and saw the white shadow walking away. After a certain distance, he quietly tapped the Tanzhong acupoint on his heart, coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and then rolled his mouth casually with his sleeve, before following with confidence.

The two walked for a while, and Bai Wuchang led the way unhurriedly, "Little baby, you haven't told the old man who the person who jumped the River of Forgetfulness is, and why Liu Jinli wanted to summon his soul."

Lin Yu: "It's okay to tell you, but I have one condition."

Bai Wuchang seems to have gotten used to this kid seeking profit all the time, but helplessly, he is a gossip-minded person, and this kind of thing about selling medicine in a gourd is the most unbearable, "Hurry up and say what conditions, the old man will agree gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yu's eyes dimmed imperceptibly for a moment, "After this incident, please ask Lord Yan to give Ji Si an official position in the underworld. His life is too hard. If he doesn't want to be reincarnated in the next life, Just go to the underworld to be a civil servant, at least you can get a solid job, it's better than being a human being."

"I'm talking about you," Bai Wuchang said indifferently, "None of the two conditions was promised to myself. I have met many mortals in the past thousands of years, but this is the first time I have encountered such a stupid old man."

Lin Yu smiled and said, "So Master Qi can't do it?"

"Do it, can't the old man do it? Don't write the ink, and if you don't talk about Liu Jinli's nonsense, the old man will regret it."

Lin Yu stopped smiling, and his eyelids gradually drooped, covering the deep and heavy gray beads inside, "The one who jumped into the Wangchuan River is Liu Jinli's master, and also my master..."

Bai Wuchang looked straight ahead quietly, without making a sound to interrupt.

"Master taught me how to lead the lost souls in the yang world before, he said..." Lin Yu's voice gradually slowed down, his expression was as calm as a clear spring of white stones, but in fact, if you look carefully, you can find that his brows are slightly twitching. Wrinkled, as if compassionate to the extreme, "Most of the dead souls wandering in the world have unfulfilled wishes. They can't let go of the past, and they can't welcome the future. They don't drink Mengpo soup, and they don't enter the reincarnation circuit. This kind of soul hell is not loved. Accepted, so in case we meet, just point to the way, it can be counted as good deeds..."

Lin Yu, who was only four years old at the time, didn't quite understand the gazebo in Xia Ye, and asked blankly, "Does everyone have to drink Mengpo soup? No exceptions?"

The master smiled and picked up the cattail fan and slapped the mosquitoes for him, "Yes, without exception."

Lin Yu still looked dumbfounded, "Will the master forget his disciples when he goes to the underworld?"

"My boy, are you cursing my teacher to enter the earth as soon as possible?" The master patted his forehead angrily, and said again, "No, if my teacher doesn't want to drink Meng Po soup, even if he soaks in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years For ten thousand years, even a teacher would not want to drink it."

The little boy nodded thoughtfully: "It must be that the soup is so badly cooked that it is difficult for the easy-to-support master to swallow."

However, he didn't know that there was an indistinct emotion in Master's pupils, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were bitter.

When the breeze blew, Lin Yu could smell the faint fragrance of tea on his body, and always felt very at ease, so he never paid attention to those Yangchun Baixue's conversations, and didn't know the meaning until his old man went west.

In this life, you know what happened in the past, and you left your surname on the three-life stone. You don’t know who he is in the next life, and you forget what happened when you drink soup.

He doesn't want to drink, and he doesn't want to forget.