Chapter 1,282 Jiajing humble tour of the underworld
"Where is this..."
"Lu Fang? Lu Fang!"
Jiajing was confused and dazed, feeling his body sinking deeper and deeper. He finally opened his eyes, only to find that all he could see were gray and white, which was extremely eerie.
"Escort!
"
The experience of the Renyin Palace Change made him shout instinctively, but it was obviously impossible for the guards outside the palace to rush in. Jiajing subconsciously retreated, but his feet were light and unstretched.
"I will become an immortal...ah!"
If his neck hadn't tightened instantly and he was pulled forward by a strong force, Jiajing would have even thought that he had achieved the achievement he dreamed of.
"Hurry up...what are you waiting for!"
But the cruel fact was obviously the opposite. With the force of the drag, a faceless monster came over and scolded fiercely.
Jiajing trembled all over, opened his mouth, and groaned: "You...you..."
The faceless monster obviously hooked people to death, and there was more than one person holding Jiajing. Seeing him trembling and floating up and down, the other hooked person laughed and said: "Don't be scared, after all, he is a mortal emperor, and he is noble!"
The first person to die sneered and said: "No matter how respected your status is in this world, you will be nothing more than a wisp of ghost soul entering my underworld. If you have done too many evil things, if you take a photo in front of the evil mirror, you will have to go to the eighteenth level of hell to pay for it."
All kinds of sins!”
The latter man turned around, stretched out his hand, and straightened Jiajing's clothes: "After your Majesty's death, he will be buried in the imperial mausoleum, and there will be thousands of burials, which can also be used to atone for his sins. At that time, don't forget to lead the way.
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The two ghosts exchanged words with each other. One had a white face, and the other was also a white face. One was a direct threat, and the other was an implicit threat, which made Jiajing tremble even more.
This kind of treatment had never happened to him since he left the palace in his teens and entered the most noble palace in the world in an imperial chariot. He had never even dreamed of it.
It is impossible for anyone to dare to treat themselves like this!
But now, what happened?
After death, everyone is equal and is a dead soul...
etc!
Am I dead?
"No...no! If I want to become an immortal and live forever in this world, how can I die? I take the elixir every day and my cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, how can I die? No...wuwuwu!"
The screams stopped suddenly, but the chain was wrapped around his neck, blocking Jiajing's next words, and the deafening voice penetrated his ears: "Stop mumbling, Fengdu is here!"
First there was a huge outline, then the shadow of the giant city, and finally it reached the bottom of the city. Even Jiajing, who was stumbling around, felt a coercion permeating his whole body.
He raised his head and saw a plaque hanging on the city gate, which read "Gate of the Underworld and the Gate of Hell" with seven large gold characters, and inside the giant mouth-like doorway, there were ghosts lining up neatly to enter the city.
It can be seen that the order here is very orderly. Although the number of ghosts is extremely large and the management of ghosts is quite tight, the orders and prohibitions are still followed, and there are no mistakes in the deployment.
What was able to accomplish this was thanks to the command of a ghost.
Jiajing could not speak and was frightened, but when he saw the other party, he was still startled.
That ghost officer looks like Chen Hong...
But how is it possible? A mere castrated dog can't figure out his own thoughts. What qualifications does he have to hold a post in the underworld?
But the next moment, when the other party's eyes turned this way, Jiajing quickly lowered his head.
"The evil ghosts who enter the City of Unworthy Death must be carefully screened and no one should be left out!"
Chen Hong's gaze swept across the scene, and he waved the soul-guiding flag in all directions, concentrating on directing the flow of ghosts and not daring to relax at all.
Whether he was in the ceremonial office when he was alive or came to the underworld after his death, he was always full of career ambition.
Recently, my ambitions have become more down-to-earth. What I seek is to gather merit, become a ghost and immortal, and obtain the official establishment of the underworld.
"The king of hell is easy to meet, but the kid is difficult to deal with..."
"I must seek help from my ministers, let me return to the sun, let me return to the sun!"
After hearing that familiar voice, Jiajing was certain in his heart that this majestic underworld official in front of the gate of hell was his former slave.
He was absolutely unwilling to ask for mercy from Chen Hong, but he also got inspiration from this. He could no longer be led by the neck like this and wanted to gain influence that matched his identity.
The idea is undoubtedly correct.
When entering the underworld, the former Li Shimin was greeted by a judge and paid tribute by ten kings. In addition to his own, there was also a key point. Wei Zheng had taken care of all the relationships in the underworld in advance.
The first person to contact me was Cui Gui, the former minister of the Ministry of Rites and later the magistrate of Fengdu, who had all kinds of care.
Jiajing had been the emperor for decades, and he thought that officials in the upper world should die and become rulers in the underworld. If he found these old courtiers, there would be a turning point...
"His Majesty?"
Just as he was thinking about it, a voice of calling suddenly came into his ears. Jiajing was startled for a moment, and then he was so ecstatic that he even loosened the chains around his neck and shouted: "I'm here! Who is my beloved?"
it's here!"
"Bold and cunning!"
The dead man was furious and wanted to show off his strength to the Nine-Five Master, but another man stopped him, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "Don't worry, this is a gathering of enemies!"
The joy on Jiajing's face did quickly dissipate, because he saw an unexpected and reasonable lover: "Yan Song?"
The visitor was white-haired and wearing a prison uniform. He could vaguely see the power of the Ming Dynasty and the magnanimity of the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty. If he wasn't Mr. Yan Song and Yan Ge, who else could he be?
What Jiajing found difficult to accept was that in his impression, Yan Song was nearly eighty years old and always looked like he was dying and decrepit. But now his waist was straighter than before, and his eyes were piercing him, revealing an inexplicable feeling.
Feeling uncomfortable, his tone became half-smiling: "Your Majesty, are you in heaven?"
Jiajing's face was tense, and he saw that Yan Song looked like a ghost, so he turned away without intending to talk to him.
But now the one who is aggressive is Yan Song.
He skillfully took out the ghost ticket, handed it to the ghost guard, and whispered a few words.
"Thank you! Don't cause trouble for me!"
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Yan Song floated over, not forgetting to hand the ghost ticket to the ghost messenger who tied up Jiajing.
"Thanks for the reward!
"
The two hookers refused at first, but in the end they could not withstand such a test. They half-pushed and half-stuffed it into their sleeves, talking with smiles.
Jiajing looked straight. On the one hand, he did not expect that the underworld would be so direct. On the other hand, he was thinking about how he should bribe.
What he didn't expect was that Yan Song came in front of him, smiled and said: "These ghost tickets were burned to me by the East Tower...it's your money that I'm greedy for!"
Jiajing boy's pores were enlarged and his facial features were distorted. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted sternly: "Yan Song! I've turned against you!"
Seeing the thunderous anger, Yan Song still shivered instinctively.
After all, decades of flattery almost formed a conditioned reaction, but soon realizing the relationship between them, Yan Song said bitterly: "You still think you are the emperor of tomorrow? Hunjun, you are just a ghost now.
!”
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"My father and son scoured the world, shouldered infamy, and did so many evil things for you to cultivate and enjoy your immortality. However, you didn't care about the feelings of the emperor and his subjects and killed them all! Look, there are many enemies in this underworld who are eager to eat your flesh!
"
"You even made elixirs for me to eat... I hate you! I hate you so much!"
At the end of the sentence, Yan Song's old voice was a little lost, but his ferocious expression was exactly the same as his son Yan Shifan's.
To be precise, the ferocity in Yan Shifan's bones was inherited from his father. It was only through Yan Song's long experience that he smoothed out the ferocity and crushed it into his bones. Only then did he become peaceful on the surface, but in fact he was very resistant to resistance.
The officials of the Strict Party were always extremely vicious in retaliating.
But Yan Song no longer tried to hide it at this time, and became more and more excited as he spoke. He even wanted to tremble on the ground and kick Jiajing. Finally, he was dragged aside by the ghost messenger who couldn't stand it and sent him away into the distance.
In the process of leaving, the Ming Dynasty's chief minister still stared at the Ming Dynasty with his turbid eyes, and kept shouting: "Hunjun, I am waiting for you in the City of Fushen...Waiting for you! Hahaha!"
Listening to the old and sad laughter, echoing in the distance, without stopping for a long time, Jiajing felt numb all over: "The City of Wasted Death, where is that?"
The dead man was not surprised: "Those who are so awake are all the ghosts of the City of Wasted Death. Their yang life spans in the book of life and death have not expired... Just like this Yan Song, he still had nine years to live, but he died early, so he died naturally.
It’s a waste to wait for your enemies in the city, and then go to the 18th level of hell to be punished after you avenge your grievances!”
Jiajing murmured: "I also died in vain, and I will go to the city of vain death... Wuwuwu!"
After skillfully blocking his neck, the two hookers dragged Jiajing on the road.
Following the long procession of ghosts, after walking for an unknown amount of time, another huge city appeared in front of them.
Compared to the well-ordered gates of hell, this city of wasted death carries a sense of hatred. There seem to be thousands of ghosts howling inside, and countless ghosts who have died in vain, waiting for the enemies who have caused them to suffer.
When you enter the underworld, you will take revenge if you have any grudges, and you will repay resentments if you have grudges.
Ever since, Jiajing seemed to have seen the courtiers who were beaten to death with a stick outside the Meridian Gate...
Seeing Xia Yan who was wrongfully killed, Zeng Mian...
I also saw those moody versions of myself after taking medicine, and the maids and chamberlains who were killed with a stick at will...
Finally, there was Yan Song’s roar.
In this underworld, there are so many enemies who are eager to eat your flesh!
"No! I don't want to go in, don't go in!"
Jiajing could no longer hold on and huddled on the ground, completely losing his composure.
Just when he was almost trembling and no longer majestic as an emperor, a gentle female voice came: "Father?"
Jiajing's mind immediately flashed to Chang'an Princess Zhu Shouyu, the eldest daughter who became a ghost and later followed the heavenly master to practice. She raised her head expectantly, almost crying: "Chang'an... is that you?"
The gentle female voice said: "It's me. I'm going to visit my mother and concubine who was wrongfully killed. Will my father come with me?"
Jiajing's movement of raising his head froze instantly.