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Chapter 489 Wangxiang Stone and Meng Po

Suddenly there were more "people" at a fork in the road.

I stared at the stone tablet "Wangxiang Stone" on the roadside and couldn't help but fell into deep thought. It turned out that seven days had passed in this world.

It is said that after death, the first person passing by is the Wangxiang Stone. This is the last place where one can see the Yangjian, and it is also the so-called "first seven" in the Yangjian.

There is a folk custom in many places that after death, a person needs to be placed in the earthly world for seven days. The seventh day is called the first seven. It is said that the souls of the dead on this day will come back to see their relatives for the last time and will have nothing to do with the earthly world from then on.

In fact, the soul of the dead passes by the so-called Wangxiang Stone and looks at everything in the world from here.

Of course, you can also choose to walk directly along the road to Naihe Bridge without going around Wangxiang Stone, but most people will stop here for a while to say their final farewells to their relatives in the world.

I was also not exempt from the vulgarity. I glanced at the old man who was already walking towards the fork in the road, and followed him silently. At this moment, I felt infinite guilt for my parents, and I had not shown filial piety to them in the true sense, even just once.

Ask them to say goodbye.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; the child wants to be nourished but cannot be kissed."

The words that suddenly jumped out of my heart made my chest cramps even worse.

"Stop! Is that the way you choose to look home?"

There was a loud shout, and I realized that I had followed the crowd so far along the path without realizing it.

The person who yelled at me was a middle-aged man in official uniform. Judging from the attire, he must be a civil servant. The man pointed to the two stone tablets on the table in front of him and asked me again which method to choose.

"Sir, what is the difference between these two ways of looking at home?"

Perhaps because of my polite words, the middle-aged official showed a smile on his face. The white stone tablet on the left can tell the Wangxiang Stone to correspond to the time of twenty breaths, and the black stone plate on the right is the time of forty breaths. However, the stone on the right

The stone plaque requires an additional cost of one thousand guan, and the white stone plaque on the left is free to receive.

I was speechless for a moment. It turns out that even death is inevitable. Not long ago, I was talking to the old man about the topic of whether money will be brought to life or not taken to death. This was directly slapped in the face. It turns out that it is difficult to live without money.

I touched my pocket and found that I was indeed penniless. The banknotes in my pocket before my death did not appear together in the underworld.

Picking up the white stone tablet casually, the middle-aged official suddenly changed his face. He just said that it was enough to throw the stone tablet directly into the Wangxiang Stone, and then shouted "Next".

I shook my head helplessly, and suddenly thought about how to convert this thousand guan. These days, copper coins are no longer used as currency, and the underworld still uses guan to convert.

I walked quickly and looked back at the middle-aged man following me. This man was definitely from a well-off family.

I saw the middle-aged man take out a lot of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table. The banknotes instantly turned into copper coins, and the whole handful of banknotes turned into only small bunches of copper coins.

It seems that what Chu Jiu once told me is completely correct. Paper money and ingots without blessing are indeed worthless in the underworld.

Wangxiang Stone is different from what I imagined. It is not a stone, but an octagonal pavilion building. The name of the building is "Wangxiang Stone".

The octagonal pavilion named Wangxiang Stone is built on the edge of a cliff. It is unclear how deep the cliff is. All we can see is that the cliff is filled with gray mist.

There is a picture carved on the pillars of the Octagonal Pavilion. In the picture, the person throws the stone tablet in his hand towards the cliff, and the scene of the underworld appears in the mist of the cliff.

I followed the instructions in the picture and threw the stone plaque in my hand towards the cliff. I saw ripples in the mist on the cliff, like a calm lake where stones were thrown, causing ripples one after another.

After the ripples dissipated, a scene appeared in the mist: Lijiacun, my old house. Under the vines in the yard was an iron basin filled with glutinous rice and red dates. Next to the iron basin was a bundle of washed rice dumpling leaves.

Mother and father walked out of the house with their sleeves rolled up. The two of them had smiles on their faces. They looked up at the entrance of the village from time to time. I felt sour in my heart. They must be thinking that I will graduate from college and will return soon.

hometown.

Just when my heart was in great pain, the scene in the mist changed.

I recognized it at a glance. The picture was Grandma Jian Shu’s bamboo house. In the room on the second floor where we lived before, Chujiu, Sun Zuojun, I, and I were lying quietly on the bed with our eyes closed.

The cow sat next to me with red eyes, and Lan Xi looked at Chujiu with the same red eyes.

At this time, the first thing that came to my mind was that the cow had some conscience and would cry for me.

The scene changed from the second floor to the living room on the first floor. Grandpa stood in the center of the living room and pointed at Grandma Jian Shu and Mr. Xu. The latter's head was getting lower and lower like a child who had made mistakes. Ivan, who was sitting next to Mr. Xu,

.Qiao looked out the window, as if he didn't dare to face his grandfather's anger.

"Why don't you see Xiao Yu?"

Just when I was confused and didn't see Xiaoyu's figure, the fog on the cliff created a ripple, and all the pictures disappeared.

The time for twenty breaths was up, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart. My mind was completely occupied by my mother's smile, and my tears began to fall uncontrollably. I was afraid that I would never be able to eat the rice dumplings she made with her own hands.

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On the way away from Wangxiang Stone, all the "people" cried and wailed like me, saying their final farewell to the world.

I couldn't help but slow down, feeling regretful in my heart. There were still many things I hadn't had time to do. Xiaoyu and I hadn't developed further yet. My parents' biggest wish was that I could bring back a daughter-in-law after graduating from college, even if it was to bring back cows to coax.

It would be nice for them to be happy, but I don't have any chance.

Returning to the main road, looking at the three words "Naihe Road" on the stone tablet on the roadside, the sadness in my heart suddenly disappeared.

After drinking Meng Po Soup and crossing the Naihe Bridge, I had nothing to do with my life from then on. All that was left to my loved ones was endless pain, but I heartlessly forgot everything.

I clutched my chest and tried my best to control the pain in my heart. Now that I have reached this point, I have to recognize the reality. I just hope that I will have a chance to meet my parents in the next life, even if I am reincarnated as a puppy next to them.

It's worth making them happy for a moment.

Chujiu once told me the story of Po Meng. Although Po Meng did not have a high official position, she was one of the few beings in the Six Realms that no one dared to offend.

In the story told to me on Chujiu, the world is divided into "six realms", namely gods, demons, immortals, demons, underworld, and humans. Each realm has its own ruler and its own independent rules of survival.

"Meng Po" is actually a weak woman in the underworld. Logically speaking, Meng Po is also a laborer, and her status and official position are even inferior to that of a bull-headed horse-faced person, black and white and impermanent, but there is no one in the six realms.

Dare to mess with her.

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