Although this question is a bit convoluted, I think it should be like this.
Ying Gou said that he was never one of Huang Di's subordinates, and I believe him.
A great being like Huang Di doesn't care whether Yinggou surrenders to him or not. What he wants is that Yinggou and himself have a common goal.
Ying Gou did not disappoint the Yellow Emperor, and followed him to conquer the north and south, and finally won the future and freedom for mankind.
In the end, the Yellow Emperor was ranked among the immortals, while Ying Gou guarded the underworld.
"You mean, Huang Di, who has become an immortal, wants to kill you with the Xuanyuan Sword?" I asked tentatively.
"It's either the Yellow Emperor or the sword's self-awareness. The Yellow Emperor is dead." Ying Gou said calmly.
"What did you say? Huangdi is dead!"
When I heard what Ying Gou said, I shook my nervous hands, and the cigarette butt in my hand fell directly into the river.
The Yellow Emperor will also die. This is simply beyond my imagination.
That great man who can help mankind conquer the world will actually die. Isn't he among the immortals?
"That day the heavenly gates opened wide, and there were immortals in the sky who took him to the immortal class, but he didn't go, and instead he cut with a sword."
Ying Gou said slowly.
I couldn't help but swallow when I heard this.
Thinking about the scene I saw after meeting those two fairy boys.
It turns out that the first person to take action against the immortal world was the Yellow Emperor.
"No one in the world wants to live forever and become an immortal, but Huangdi once said that if you live forever and are no longer in the world, are you still a human being?"
"He said that the immortals in the sky are no longer human beings. They are indifferent to the suffering of the world. He does not want to be that kind of existence.
So he refused to become an immortal, and chopped down the gate of heaven with one sword. From then on, heaven and man were separated forever, immortals could never come to the human world again, and humans could never become immortals again."
After listening to what Ying Gou said, I was silent for a long time and couldn't speak.
Huangdi was really a great man.
It was he who led the tiny ant-like humans to drive away the monsters, it was he who drove away the underworld guys in the underworld, and it was he who cut off the passage between immortals with one sword.
After doing all this, Huangdi chose to die like ordinary people.
Thinking about the feats he has accomplished, my heart is filled with infinite admiration and yearning.
How lucky you are to be able to live in an era with such people.
"Huang Di cut off the possibility of mortals becoming immortals because he hopes that people in the future will no longer be immortals. That sword has the same idea as him, so it doesn't just want to kill me because of Ksitigarbha."
Yinggou smiled bitterly when he said this, and then said: "I have been living from ancient times to now. I have never died, and I am not willing to die. So what is the difference between me and the immortal now? That sword wants to kill
This is the real reason why you lost me."
After Ying Gou's words fell, his body made of water gradually melted, then reintegrated into the river and disappeared.
"I'm not sure now whether I've become an immortal or not." After saying this, Ying Gou lost his voice.
When I heard about winning the hook, I stood on the water, silent, and then took out another cigarette and lit it.
I can feel that when Ying Gou said this, he felt a little bit helpless, but more of a feeling of loneliness.
Back then, he followed the Yellow Emperor and killed immortals with his sword, but now looking back, he found that he had actually lived the life he hated most at the time. Is there anything in the world that is funnier than this?
This is a very ironic thing.
He prevented the immortals from coming to this world, but he gradually replaced them and became them.
Now Ying Gou feels a lot of helplessness and self-deprecation in his heart.
Xuanyuan Sword probably knew this, so it wanted to kill Ying Gou.
I also feel that this matter is a bit helpless, but I don’t know how to comfort Ying Gou.
I walked back on the water. Although I was walking on the water, my clothes were not wet at all.
Xiaobai looked at the heaviness on my face and knew that I must have something on my mind.
But the female zombie was so obedient that she didn't say anything or ask anything.
I drove back to the shop, thinking about the sword in my dream. If one day the sword really breaks through the water and wants to kill Yinggou, will Yinggou resist?
After a moment, I smiled bitterly, shook my head, and came to a conclusion.
The guy who wins the hook will probably not resist.
That sword was once his comrade and had the same goal as him.
Now he has become the person they hated most back then, so if Xuanyuan Sword wants to kill him, he will not resist.
Winning the hook will choose to face death.
But damn, I don’t want to die!
Yinggou and I are now one, and if that sword cuts him off, I won't be able to live like him.
Ying Gou wants to die, but I haven't lived enough yet.
This thing is a bit too fucked up.
I cursed in anger and decided to think of a way to prevent Ying Gou from being killed by that sword, or to say that Ying Gou should not have any thoughts of death.
I sat in a daze on the lounge chair in front of the shop for a whole day.
In the evening, when everyone in the shop had finished their work, Duanmuqing also came to the ramen shop, saying he wanted to show off his cooking skills and prepare a table of delicious dishes.
I knew that this guy came here specifically to see that I was feeling a little depressed, and I felt somewhat touched.
In fact, Duanmu Qing is really good, especially her appearance, which is much more beautiful than ordinary women, and even a bit more charming than women.
It's a pity, he is a man, it would be nice if he was a woman.
Thinking of this, I was suddenly startled and broke into a cold sweat.
Why did I have such ridiculous thoughts? Could it be that I got too close to that guy Duanmu Qing, which made me unnaturally have a gay heart?
I quickly shook my head to cut off this dangerous thought in my mind, and then decided that I must stay away from that Duanmuqing guy in the future.
The food in the evening was very rich, and Duanmuqing's cooking skills were unparalleled. The dishes he prepared were much better than those of chefs in restaurants outside.
While we were eating, a dark shadow suddenly flashed outside the ruffian and stood at the door.
Seeing that black shadow, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.
"Duanmu, you are here to do business." The old Taoist said to Duanmu Qing while eating rice.
Duanmuqing sighed and put down the rice bowl in his hand.
What came was a ghost. Now Duanmuqing was the shady agent of Jishui. This ghost was looking for him to come and go to the underworld.
"Come on, I'll take you down." Duanmuqing waved his hand to the ghost, and then summoned the gate to the underworld.
The ghost at the door walked over cautiously.
Although he couldn't feel our breath, his intuition told him that the people here were not simple, and it even gave him a great sense of fear.
Hearing Duanmuqing greeting him, Yinhun walked over cautiously.
"I'll go, brother, your death must be too miserable!"
When Gintama came up to him, the old man couldn't help but gasped when he saw his appearance.
I also frowned. Even though I have seen many ghosts, I couldn't help but frown when I saw the man, because his death was really ugly.
Everyone in the shop put down their chopsticks.
Of course, these guys are not afraid of a ghost.
It's just that this ghost looks a bit disgusting and can easily make people feel uncomfortable.
Facing such a ghost, it is difficult for anyone to be able to eat.
Duanmuqing looked indifferent. After all, he was a shady agent. It was his duty to send ghosts to the underworld. The customer was God. No matter how ugly he was, he had to greet them.
"Brother, let's have a glass of wine before we hit the road." The old man said, poured a glass of wine and handed it over.
The miserable appearance of this ghost made the old man feel a little sympathy in his heart.
The ghost took the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, then smiled at the old man and said, "Thank you, I'm finally relieved today. It's so tiring to live."
Hearing his words, the old Taoist nodded with feeling and said: "Yes, living is so fucking tiring. Sometimes it's better to die, but sometimes it's so fucked up that you obviously want to die.
I can’t die either…”
The old man who said this suddenly stopped, and then looked at me with a somewhat embarrassed face.
I sneered and nodded to the old Taoist, indicating that what he said was very good and continued.
This old guy was blaming me both inside and outside for letting him live. He was getting an advantage by being a good boy. It seemed like he needed to be dealt with properly.
Being glanced at by me, the old man couldn't help but shudder. He said the wrong thing, and if he didn't make amends, he would end up in a miserable situation.
"Brother, don't say that. In fact, it's better to live. It's so happy to have meat to eat and wine to drink." The old Taoist said quickly.
Hearing what the old man said, the man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, it's good to be alive, but it's tiring to be dead."
When he spoke, his eyes were clear and his expression was very calm.
I couldn't help but look at him twice.
After people die and become dead souls, they will have an extreme nostalgia for the human world and have many unanswered questions.
After all, it’s not that there are no people who can gain clarity and live freely and naturally in their lifetime, but they are just very few.
There are even some extreme guys who stop harming people and become evil ghosts just to stay in the world.
It is really rare to see people face death so calmly.
I couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and saw that he was wearing a pair of brown trousers and a gray jacket.
But the clothes were full of holes and looked like they were starting to rot, and he was covered in stains.
It looks like it was just dug out of the soil.
I couldn't help but feel a little curious about him, and then asked him: "How did you die?"
After hearing my words, Duanmuqing, who was about to send the man to the underworld, stopped.
"I was killed." The man said calmly.
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but frown, and I couldn't help but think of Zhang Chi.
If he were still here, he would definitely be able to find out the cause of his death after hearing the man's words.
