Chapter 488: There are gods three feet above the head
Looking at the "people" with their heads lowered and silent in the gray mist, every one of them, men, women, old and young, looked extremely pious.
I suddenly had the urge to laugh loudly. This scene was so damn ironic. When I was doing evil things, I never thought of such a day.
"Young man, have you never done anything wrong?"
The old man next to me turned his head and looked at me in confusion, wondering why I felt like I was gloating about my misfortune.
"So what if you haven't done anything wrong?"
A picture of Twilight's relatives suddenly appeared in my mind. I couldn't restrain my emotions and started to throw my head back and laugh. So what if I felt guilty? Isn't it just that we are separated by life and death?
"You! You! You! Why do you have tears?"
The old man raised his old arms and pointed at my face tremblingly as he spoke. Ghosts don't have tears, so why can I see tears on my face?
Only then did I realize that I had already burst into tears. The hot tears made me feel the only warmth in this gray space.
"Perhaps you really have a clear conscience. You are different from us. It's a pity for such a young offspring."
The old man sighed. He was a rural cadre during his lifetime. Most of the people's driving force in life is desire. There are always times when he can't control himself. He uses some dishonorable means to make the house bigger and pockets more.
The money becomes more and the position becomes higher.
Only in the last two years of my life did I suddenly realize that I had been working hard for these things that would not be brought with me until death.
"It's still as good as when I was a kid."
The old man looked up at the gray sky, as if he had never seriously looked at the sky he loved as a child since he grew up.
"I have been busy all my life just for a few taels of silver, but these few taels of silver can solve the world's melancholy. What is right? What is wrong?"
I don’t know why when the old man said this, the shadow of Chujiu suddenly appeared in my mind.
When we first met Chujiu, Chujiu always liked to lie on the lawn, look at the sky, and say with her lips that the noodles with eggs are delicious.
A few years later, the ninth day of the Lunar New Year is still like this. I still like to lie on the lawn and stare at the sky. Maybe this is the so-called keeping one's heart. Now that I think about it, it seems that I have been living in a hazy and mechanical way every day in the past few years, waiting for my grandfather and me.
Uncle is back.
"Hunter, have you ever heard of a saying that there were two people playing cards in the Palace of Hell?"
The old man who was lamenting his life suddenly became much more open-minded, and a smile actually appeared on his face. Anyway, he was content to have a peaceful life and to have both children.
The old man told me that he once heard a story. There were two judges in the Palace of Hell. They sat on both sides of the card table. The cards in one hand were the good deeds he had done in his life, and the cards in the other hand were
It's the bad things this person did in his life.
The two of them will throw the cards in their hands on the card table one by one. In the end, the number of cards left in the hand of the person will be used to decide whether that person should be reincarnated or sent to hell.
This story is quite novel. It sounds like there is some truth to it, and the merits and demerits cancel each other out.
I blurted out and asked the old man which hand I felt I had more cards in. The old man laughed half and half, then stopped talking and walked forward along the gray road with his head lowered again.
I knew in my heart that the old man wanted to use this last moment to add a few good hands of cards to himself, so I didn't bother him anymore.
I don't know why, seeing the old man's appearance, I felt an inexplicable irony in my heart again. Even people of this age are deceiving themselves. How many people in this world can really maintain their original aspirations.
Work is work, mistakes are mistakes, and there is no such thing as canceling each other out?
If you have been a good person all your life, and if you do something wrong when you are old, you will be accused of being a bad person, and your reputation as a good person will be ruined, does this mean that you are a bad person?
After spending a lifetime killing people and setting fires, and finally put down the butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha immediately? This is the cost of being a good person, right?
Chujiu once told me a folk story about a rich man who believed in Buddhism all his life and was eventually thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.
During the Sui Dynasty, there was a rich man named Jiang Bingwu in Hangzhou. Unlike many people, he believed in Buddhism and Taoism.
During festivals, Jiang Bingwu would donate a large sum of money for sesame oil to the temple. He believed that after his death, his soul would go to the Paradise of Paradise. Unexpectedly, he was sentenced to eighteen levels of hell by the King of Hell.
Jiang Bingwu was so unwilling that he couldn't help but stand in front of the gate of Hades and cursed loudly. He cursed all the gods and ghosts he worshiped.
Because Jiang Bingwu's scolding was really unpleasant, officials took him to the temple in the underworld. King Yama looked at the angry Jiang Bingwu and asked: "I sentenced you to the eighteenth level of hell. Why don't you go? Why don't you go there?"
Swearing in front of Yama Hall?"
Jiang Bingwu was extremely aggrieved and asked the King of Hell: "I have been worshiping Buddha all my life, and I donate a lot of money for sesame oil to the temple every year. Why do you want to send me to the eighteenth level of hell?"
When the King of Hell heard Jiang Bingwu's words, he thought it was ridiculous. He said in a cold voice: "Why did you go to hell? Do you really not know?"
The King of Hell reached out and pointed at the corner of the hall, and a group of dead souls instantly appeared. Some of them were covered in blood, and some had long tongues sticking out. They were all terrifying.
Jiang Bingwu was so frightened that he immediately collapsed to the ground. He only heard the King of Hell continue to say: "Since your death, these dead souls have been crying in front of the temple. You kowtowed to the gods and Buddhas and donated a lot of sesame oil money to the temples and Taoist temples, but these can't cover it up.
Your evil deeds!"
When Jiang Bingwu was young, relying on his family's power, he often bullied people in nearby villages. In order to seize land from the villagers, he secretly killed seven members of his family.
In order to steal a beautiful woman as his concubine, he paid a lot of money to hire someone to secretly kill the beautiful woman's husband.
Later, Jiang Bingwu realized that he had done too many bad things secretly, and there would definitely be no good results after his death. So he listened to other people's opinions and persisted in believing in Buddhism. He only wanted to offset his sins and avoid pain after death.
The King of Hell said coldly: "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and everyone must pay the price for their actions."
Jiang Bingwu followed Ma Mian faithfully to report to the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and then he suddenly realized that heaven has its own opinions on whether it is good or bad. No matter how bad things are covered up, they cannot escape the gods three feet above.
No good person is imprisoned in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and evil people like Jiang Bingwu can only be bullied here.
Jiang Bingwu couldn't stand being bullied, so he went to Niutou to complain and asked them to help him redress his grievances.
Niu Tou and Ma Mian were willing, but they had to follow the procedure and first ask the innocent soul who was secretly killed by Jiang Bingwu.
Jiang Bingwu was imprisoned by two evil men in the cell where the innocent souls were. The so-called enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. Those evil souls surrounded Jiang Bingwu when they saw him. Before Jiang Bingwu could speak, he was pushed into the prison with the true fire of Samadhi by the evil spirits.
fire pit.
Jiang Bingwu's ghost instantly vanished into nothingness. Those wronged souls who had been in the underworld for a long time knelt before the two ghosts with a bull's head and a horse's face. The resentment on their bodies gradually disappeared, and they were finally willing to be reincarnated without any worries.