After Deng Long left Zhonghe Hall, he floated on the street. He had no clue and couldn't go back physically. He couldn't bear to see the spring sad because of him. It would be dawn soon. Deng Long was helpless. What should he do?
"Find a place to take shelter first! Otherwise, you will be out of your mind at dawn!" Deng Long thought to himself that there is no place more suitable for souls and ghosts than the underworld. Thinking of this, Deng Long drifted towards the familiar underworld.
The underworld is just like in the past, with yin energy swirling around, the Huangquan waterfall like a galloping horse, magnificent, the ghosts and ghosts are heard in the ears, ghosts are floating around, and they are constantly passing by like lightning. On the ancient bridge of Naihe Bridge
, the ferocious ghosts are maintaining order, and the wrinkled face of Meng Po is holding a long spoon and distributing Meng Po soup to the ghosts who are queuing up to be reincarnated. Occasionally, there are one or two ghosts who refuse to drink Meng Po soup.
He was whipped hard on the head by the whip filled with spiritual power from the ghost on the side, and he let out a shrill scream.
"Brother Guizha, my wife just gave birth and I don't want to lose my memory. Please!" A young man knelt in front of the vicious Guizha and begged bitterly.
"Stop talking nonsense, the ghosts who come to the underworld are either dead or unjust, or even the king of heaven is dead. They still have to follow the rules of the underworld and drink the Mengpo soup that clears memories." The ghost shouted angrily, raising the spiritual whip in his hand.
It was about to be whipped, and the young man was so frightened that he trembled.
Deng Long couldn't bear it and floated over. He was about to intercede for the young man and save the Meng Po soup and wait until he was reincarnated before visiting his child.
Deng Long floated in front of the ghost. The ghost did not greet him enthusiastically as usual. It was as if Deng Long didn't exist. Deng Long touched his nose and then realized that he was not the lower realm of ghosts, but the lower realm of the soul. Ghosts were not at all
I can't see him
But most of the ghosts refused to drink the Meng Po soup, crying and refusing to clear the memories of their previous lives. Meng Po seemed to have been used to it, and just coldly distributed Meng Po soup to the ghosts. Under the ghost whip,
Those ghosts had to drink the soup cautiously.
Once they drank the Meng Po soup, the ghosts suddenly became dizzy and became dementia. Under the leadership of the ghosts, they entered the reincarnation roulette one after another.
The reincarnation roulette is said to be the Tathagata Buddha who understood that all living beings are suffering. Anyone with an innocent body and no evil roots will go to hell. After drinking Meng Po soup, his earthly fate will be broken. He can reincarnate and be a new human being.
The reincarnation roulette is a golden whirlpool. The whirlpool constantly floats out the ten thousand-character mantras of Buddhism, washing away the ghosts who drank Meng Po soup. According to the karma of the ghosts' previous lives, they are reincarnated into three, six or nine grades. Deng Long has a strange thought in his heart.
The idea is that if I jump into the reincarnation roulette, I don’t know what will happen. Maybe with the fruit of my five-life miracle, I can probably become an important member of the National Government.
But Deng Long was just thinking about it. He still had so many brothers, spring, and Japanese enemies. The fate of the world was difficult, and he definitely did not dare to enter the roulette wheel.
The young man was about to drink Meng Po soup. Deng Long had an idea. Since the ghost messenger couldn't see him, why not help the young man? After all, he died miserably before he could see his daughter who was about to be born. It was so pitiful.
Meng Po gave the young man a spoonful of Meng Po soup from the hot cauldron in front of him. The young ghost, with a painful expression on his face, was about to drink the soup when Deng Long recited the method of changing his body that Master Zhong Kui taught him last time.
, pointing at Huangquan Waterfall, the Mengpo soup in the young man's bowl turned into the cold Huangquan water. The young man raised his head and drank the Huangquan water helplessly. The ghost behind him was already urging him, and the young man helplessly entered the reincarnation wheel.
Pan, reincarnated
Deng Long floated in the air and clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Done!"
"Odd man, don't break the rules of the underworld, go ahead and do what you have to do!" A cold voice came into the ears of Deng Long Yuan Shen. Deng Long looked down. Po Meng glanced at him with a complicated expression. Deng Long suddenly understood what was going on.
This Meng Po has extremely profound magic power. After seeing the scene just now, Deng Long was even more surprised that Meng Po could actually see his own soul.
Deng Long stuck out his tongue to Po Meng, looked sympathetically at the aggrieved souls behind him, drifted across the Naihe Bridge, and went straight to the Palace of King Qin Guang
King Qin Guang is the first Yama of the Ten Palaces of Yamas, specializing in life, death and reincarnation. The other Nine Palaces of Yamas also have their own responsibilities. Deng Long is not sure about the details, but I heard that the Fifth Palace of Yamas is the selfless Bao Longtu, who is responsible for
The tenth level of hell is the purgatory level, which is used to deal with evil spirits and the ghosts who have committed heinous crimes in the mortal world. It is said that there are mountains of swords, seas of fire, oil pans and molten iron, and various cruel instruments of torture.
However, Deng Long had only been to Qin Guangwang Hall. Since he had been to the underworld twice before, Deng Long was already very familiar with Guangwang Hall, and his soul floated straight to Guangwang Hall.
The ghost servants in Guangwang Palace couldn't find him at all. When he came to the palace, it was very deserted. It seemed that Guangwang was on patrol, and the judge was lying next to him. He didn't know whether he was practicing or because he was too weak to wander in his soul. But Deng Long could
It is certain that ghosts do not need to sleep, so the judge is definitely not sleeping
Deng Long floated to King Guang's domineering Hell Dragon chair. On the big case was a blue book called "Book of Life and Death!" Deng Long said in surprise, it turned out that the Book of Life and Death that controls life and death in the world really exists.
Deng Long quickly opened the life and death book, and soon turned to himself. Deng Long, Yangshou was ninety-one years old, and he died at the age of ninety-one. Deng Long suddenly snickered. It seemed that he was really not dead. The life and death book had already marked that he had nine years.
Eleven's birthday
When I turned the page again in the spring, there were more than eighty. Ma Tiexin died of illness at the age of eighty-one! Deng Long nodded with satisfaction and continued to turn the page. When he turned to Li Kangkai, Deng Long was dumbfounded. He was thirty-three years old.
Died in battle? He Chao, thirty years old, died in battle?
What do you mean, thirty years old, thirty-three years old, isn’t that 1926? Could there be a war that year, and Lao Li and Lao He would die on the battlefield?
This is not possible. How could his two good brothers die so early? Thinking of this, Deng Long picked up the judge's pen on the major case and immediately revised it!
I just wanted to change the two people's lives to seventy or eighty years old, but when I thought about it, King Qin Guang found out that the difference was too far and changed it back. Wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to modify it so that no traces were leaked? Deng Long felt
Touching my nose, I definitely don’t dare to change the result of dying in battle. Besides, dying in battle is not necessarily a bad thing.
After thinking for a while, Deng Long carefully added two strokes to the word "三" between the two of them. This became: Li Kangkai, fifty-three years old, died in battle. He Chao, fifty years old, died in battle.
It seems that there is nothing missing. Hey! I have no choice but to add twenty years to the two brothers, which is 1946. I hope there will be no war by then and the two brothers will not have to die.
Deng Long put down his pen, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He was extremely worried. Could it be that no one else in this underworld except Po Meng could see him and teach him one or two ways to return his soul to his body and become a new human being?
I have been in class for a day, and there are electives in the evening. When I come back, I will quickly code a chapter. For the chapter in the evening, I can only say that it depends on the situation. I don’t dare to skip class. The professor called on Fafa several times! Haha