Chapter Fourteen: A Coincidental Encounter with the Divine Monk
Chapter 14: Encounter with the Divine Monk
Chen Mengsheng felt confused while listening to Cui Yu's introduction to this underworld, and walked towards the Tenth Hall of the King of Hell.
Hearing the screams coming from the Evil Punishment Department, he stopped and looked at the Evil Punishment Department. In the middle of the Evil Punishment Department, he saw a large stove, with several humanoid bodies burning on top of the green flames.
The souls are alive, and the screams are coming from the roasted people.
Chen Mengsheng asked Cui Yu: "What crime did these people commit? That they should be roasted on the fire?"
Cui Yu smiled and replied: "Reporting to the Immortal, there are gods and ghosts in the sky. Anyone who has committed great evil in life will have his soul punished after death. The fire in the furnace is the ghost fire of the netherworld. This is the punishment of fire.
, based on the evil deeds during life, there are also such punishments as gouging out the heart, pulling out the tongue, and using the sharp knife of a frying pan. God, these are the retributions of cause and effect."
Chen Mengsheng was surprised to find that the ghost soldiers were all afraid of him, and kept calling him to immortality, but he really didn't understand when he asked Cui Yu, who remained silent and laughed without answering.
Chen Mengsheng followed Cui Yu to a large hall. At the head of the hall was a man with a fair face, wearing a crown, a sachet hanging from his head to protect his ears, a black robe with a jade belt around his waist, and a jade wat on his chest. On both sides stood a man with an ox's head and a horse's face.
Cui Yu stepped forward and saluted the man and said, "Report to Lord Yama, the immortal has arrived to greet you."
The man who was sitting upright stood up and said: "The little god Yama is the god of this underworld, and he pays homage to the immortal."
Chen Mengsheng asked: "Why do you call me the Immortal? Who am I?"
"Who the Immortal is, the little god dare not say. The Immortal will know about it soon, because it was the Immortal who made an appointment with Guanyin at the Conferring God Platform that day to go through three tribulations and save the world from the six paths of reincarnation. I wonder if the Immortal still remembers it.
no?"
Chen Mengsheng thought for a long time and shook his head, what Kunlun Mountain? What Guanyin Master? Chen Mengsheng's mind was in chaos.
Yan Luo conjured a thin brocade box from the jade wat, held the brocade box in his hand and walked to Chen Mengsheng. When he opened the brocade box, there was a book and a pen inside.
Yama said: "Exalted Immortal, this is the book of life and death written by the judge. It is the most precious treasure in the underworld. I hope that the Immortal can use this to ascend to immortality and return to heaven as soon as possible." Lord Yama demonstrated the use of this object to Chen Mengsheng.
Chen Mengsheng had just taken the brocade box, but he was still full of doubts in his heart. Just as he was about to ask, he saw the golden light of Yan Jun shooting into his forehead.
"Ah..." A severe pain in his head made Chen Mengsheng's eyesight turn black. Chen Mengsheng didn't know anything about what happened next...
When Chen Mengsheng woke up, he found that his whole body ached. As for what happened, he could no longer remember. Chen Mengsheng slowly got up from the ground, wondering why he slept on the ground. There were things on the table.
Two pairs of cups and chopsticks, and the chicken in the lotus leaf bag already exuded a disgusting stench.
Chen Mengsheng was stunned for half a day and could only vaguely remember that he had a strange dream. There were many ghosts and the Lord of Hell in the dream. When he tried to recall it, it hurt as if it was about to burst. There was a trace on the skirt of his chest.
There was blood on the floor, and when I touched my chest, I felt a sharp pain.
Chen Mengsheng opened the door, and the sky outside was already three o'clock in the sky. As he walked, Chen Mengsheng always felt that the road under his feet was very familiar. As he was walking, a man ran out of a hotel on the roadside and stopped Chen Mengsheng.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, where have you been in the past three days? Why don't you go to the market to sell fish?"
Chen Mengsheng looked at this person intently. He looked so familiar but could not remember who he was. He asked: "Old man, who are you?"
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for just three days and I forgot about you? I'm Shopkeeper Lu from Taibai Building. You've been coming to my shop every day to buy wine for the past few years." Shopkeeper Lu looked at him with dull eyes.
, Chen Mengsheng was very puzzled when he saw blood on his clothes and chest...
Chen Mengsheng shook his head and walked straight forward, leaving only shopkeeper Lu from Taibai Tower in a daze. Chen Mengsheng walked further and arrived at the market. Many people in the market nodded to Chen Mengsheng.
At this moment, an old man emerged from the crowd. He was dressed in black robes, with black air rising from his head. He took a step of more than three feet and headed straight towards Chen Mengsheng.
The old man came to Chen Mengsheng in a blink of an eye, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and gave Chen Mengsheng a big slap. The eight-foot-tall man Chen Mengsheng was turned around in a circle after being beaten. Chen Mengsheng was about to ask where he was.
The old man in black. Unexpectedly, the old man stretched out his hand and slapped Chen Mengsheng hard twice. Chen Mengsheng was knocked to the ground. Looking at the old man, every time he hit Chen Mengsheng, he would become one foot shorter. The old man who was originally only six feet is now only
With less than three feet left, the old man stamped his feet and ran away.
Chen Mengsheng was helped up by the two sisters-in-law who were watching: "Young man selling fish, what happened to you today? Why did you spin around in a circle while you were doing it alone? Look, did you fall down?"
"No, an old man in black robe hit me just now. Didn't you see it?"
"Young man, are you dazzled? There are so many people here, but we didn't see any old man in black robe. I just saw you spinning around here as if you were having a seizure, and then you fell down. Everyone said
Really?" Everyone nodded in agreement.
Chen Mengsheng was speechless and continued to walk forward helplessly. He didn't know where he was going. Anyway, he felt that this road was very familiar to him. He wanted to retrieve the memory in his mind. The corner of the road
Many people gathered around, and loud laughter could be heard from time to time. Chen Mengsheng also gathered around and saw only a scholar selling a painting. The painting was nearly two feet long, and a ruffian on the street was reading every word.
He was reciting: "Picture of visiting graves during the Qingming Festival." The bookish person turned pale.
Chen Mengsheng also went in and looked at the painting. In the mist of the sparse forest, there were several huts, grass bridges, running water, old trees and small boats. Two porters were driving five donkeys carrying charcoal.
Walking towards the city, there is a willow forest, the branches have just turned green, making people feel that although the spring is cold and harsh, spring has returned to the earth. There is a sedan on the road, with a woman sitting in it. The top of the sedan is decorated with willow flowers, and behind the sedan
Following the horseback riders and load bearers, they returned from an outing in the suburbs of Beijing to sweep graves. The busy Bianhe River wharf, the Bianhe River was a national water transport hub in the Northern Song Dynasty and an important commercial transportation thoroughfare. From the picture, you can see that there are densely populated areas, grain ships gathered, and people there.
Some were resting in the teahouse, some were fortune-telling, and some were dining in restaurants. There was also the "Wang's Paper Horse Shop" where people visited tombs and sold sacrifices.
Boats come and go in the river, connected end to end, pulled by trackers, or rowed by boatmen. Some are loaded with goods and sailing upstream, while some are anchored on the shore and are nervously unloading. Across the Bianhe River is a large wooden structure.
The arch bridge has an exquisite structure and graceful form. It looks like a flying rainbow, hence the name Hong Bridge. There is a big boat waiting to cross the bridge. The boatmen have bamboo poles to support them; long poles to hook the bridge; hemp ropes to pull the boat; and
Several people were busy lowering the mast to allow the ship to pass. People in the neighboring boats were also pointing and shouting something. Everyone inside and outside the ship were busy with the ship crossing the bridge. People on the bridge also stretched out their arms.
I put my head back and sweated over the tense situation of crossing the ship.
The lively urban streets are centered on tall towers, with rows of houses on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, etc. The shops include silks, jewelry, spices, incense, paper horses, etc.
Specialized business, in addition to medical clinics, car repairs, fortune telling, face shaping and plastic surgery, all kinds of businesses are available. Large shops also have "cailouhuanmen" on the front, hanging market signs to attract business.
Pedestrians in the market are crowded in an endless stream. There are merchants doing business, gentry looking at the street scene, officials riding horses, hawkers, family members riding in sedans, traveling monks carrying baskets on their backs, and tourists asking for directions.
, there are children from the streets who listen to books, there are children from rich families who drink in restaurants, there are disabled old people begging on the edge of the city, men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, businessmen, all three religions and nine streams, they are all prepared. Transportation means: sedan chairs, camels, and oxen.
There are horse-drawn carriages, rickshaws, Taiping cars, flat-head cars, all kinds of them, and everything is available.
The ruffian continued: "The little widow of the woman riding the donkey still has mourning on her head and is smiling at others. She must want to get married." The crowd burst into laughter again, and the bookish one picked up the case.
The person pressing the painting wanted to hit the ruffian. When the ruffian saw something wrong, he turned around and ran away. The person pressing the painting hit Chen Mengsheng straight at him.
"Don't hit, don't hit. One hit is three points low." A broken fan blocked the tree. Suddenly, a monk in rags appeared in front of Chen Mengsheng.