Chapter three hundred and eighty-ninth, looking back and thinking, the back is cold
Jingtan Messenger Temple
Zhu Bajie’s dojo in the human world is not a temple where incense is flourishing.
The temple is very large, covering a wide area, and has eighty-one large and small temple rooms, which coincides with the number of sufferings during the journey to the west.
At this time, Zhu Bajie said to Chenxiang with a troubled face: "Little Chenxiang, if you wanted to go to the underworld in the past, that's it. It's simple. Old Zhu can do it with just one sentence!"
"But it can't be done now, now, ahem..."
Zhu Bajie coughed, and then whispered to Chenxiang: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was suppressed by the people below and returned to Lingshan. We have no one down there. Now, even if I want to go down, Old Zhu, I have to inform you in advance and explain the reason.
That’s all.”
Chenxiang asked doubtfully: "May I ask Bodhisattva, who suppressed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and actually had such great supernatural powers?"
Zhu Bajie subconsciously wanted to be happy when he heard this, but he quickly suppressed himself and said with a serious expression: "Who else could it be? Of course it is the master of the underworld, the Emperor of the Underworld who is in charge of the six paths of reincarnation!"
"After Emperor Hades took control of the underworld, the rules of the underworld were strict, and his strength was not weaker than that of the sky. Naturally, there were many rules. That place is not something you can conquer just because you want to!"
Zhu Bajie shook his hand and said with a serious face, as if he was talking about some terrifying forbidden place for living beings.
Chen Xiang was a little confused. He said: "But I went to the underworld half a year ago, and Black and White Wuchang took me there. It doesn't seem to be as strict as Bodhisattva said..."
puff!
Zhu Bajie almost spat out his old blood.
Do you want to be so disrespectful? This young man lacks social experience...
He coughed and took a breath and said, "Then you can try again and see if you can still let Black and White Wuchang take you in."
"Okay!" Chen Xiang nodded seriously.
I thought that Black and White Wanchang could have brought him in half a year ago, and there was no reason why I couldn't do it now.
Moreover, he is no longer a mortal, and he is no longer a weakling unable to resist in the face of black and white. At worst, he can only intimidate him, but let's go in first.
Once upon a time, there was an interconnected ancient road between the Yin and Yang realms, which ran through Yin and Yang, leading directly to the Gate of Ghosts and Mount Tai, allowing those other than Yin spirits to enter.
However, this ancient road has long been suppressed by the super strong men in the underworld, and even the gods and generals in the sky cannot pass it.
Moreover, there are strong men guarding both sides of the ancient road. If one side is lost, the other side will be closed. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to pass.
Unless you have the divine power to penetrate Yin and Yang with one blow, such a strong person is hard to find in the Three Realms!
If Agarwood could penetrate Yin and Yang with one blow, there would be no need to learn skills, and he would kill Erlangshen himself.
Seeing Chen Xiang turn around and leave, Zhu Bajie thought for a while and shouted: "If it doesn't work, come back to me!"
Zhu Bajie's solution was to go through the normal route, go to the Taishan God to report it, and have the Taishan God responsible for suppressing the ancient roads send a notice to the underworld, and then wait for the approval results.
It’s just that you have to spend time waiting...
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There is a small town. The town is not big and not prosperous. There is an old man who passed away recently in the town. Today happens to be the seventh day of the new year.
Chen Xiang disappeared into the mourning hall, then looked at the coffin, turned around, jumped up, and sat on the roof, quietly waiting for nightfall.
Time passed quickly, and the little golden crow in the sky fell into the endless sea in the west. Then a bright moon rose, releasing the infinite lunar light, illuminating the four continents and seas.
Chenxiang raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly she was in a trance.
"I heard that Aunt Chang'e is on the moon. Let's go visit her after rescuing my mother..."
He murmured to himself, and then continued to concentrate, waiting for the old man's soul to be escorted back by Black and White.
Seven days after death, mortals will have a soul-returning night. After explaining everything to their relatives, they can cross the Naihe Bridge and look back at the world for the last time on the Wangxiang Platform.
The aged soul went through the ten palace trials, and finally reincarnated and came to the world again as a newborn.
After reaching this level of cultivation, Chenxiang also knows that the soul also has a lifespan. If it does not go through reincarnation to erase the old consciousness, the final result of the soul will be that it will never be reincarnated.
This is a very miserable result. For eternity and eternity, there is no reincarnation, and there is no difference between being destroyed and becoming nothing.
Although it is said that death is like a lamp going out, a ray of ghost is still there, and it can be reborn after entering reincarnation, which is tantamount to a rebirth.
But for mortals, this kind of thing is death, because the old consciousness has been erased, leaving only a pure new soul, which is no longer himself.
The situation is different for practitioners, especially when they reach the realm of Yuanshen, they can find themselves after a hundred reincarnations, and they will not be treated like they will be completely wiped out into nothingness.
Wow!
Suddenly, the sound of chains scraping against the ground was heard.
Chenxiang concentrated and took a closer look, and immediately saw two figures, one black and one white, leading an old soul to this house.
On the first seven nights, this family was naturally prepared. They prepared a table of good wine and food in the hall, as well as eggs and incense.
These are all offerings to ghosts and black and white impermanence, hoping that they will be short-tongued and soft-handed, and treat the old man harshly along the way.
However, how do mortals know that wine and meat are just a taste to Yin spirits? What they really like is the aroma.
Thousands of people worship a furnace of incense ashes. The incense contained in it is rich and most loved by the Yin God. It is a treasure that can be transformed into the magic power of the Yin God.
At this time, Black and White Wuchang sent the old man to his home and asked him to entrust his dreams to his relatives and explain clearly the funeral arrangements.
Then, Black and White Wuchang stepped forward and began to enjoy the offerings.
Forgetting the chicken, duck, fish and other meals, they were tired of eating hundreds of meals a day. Neither of them moved, but went straight to the two jars of wine, each of them picked up one jar and started drinking.
Then, Black and White Wuchang accepted the egg. This one was for Minotaur Horse Miandai. It was a private deal between them and the shady gods.
Some Yin gods do not have the power to leave the underworld, so if they want something, they can only entrust other Yin gods. This is their private transaction, and the people above will not care about it.
Of course, this is because they don't dare to go too far. Things like bringing a few eggs to Minotaur Noodles are just trivial matters.
If you want some boys and girls, who dares to take them?!
The whips of the Yin soldiers directly under the Emperor of Hades were immediately pulled down. One whip could beat these Yin gods half to death.
"This family is nice. They have actually saved such a large furnace of incense and ashes. Go back and remove the shackles of the old man and let him only wear the shackles."
Then, Black and White Wuchang looked at the incense ashes in front of the hall in surprise.
I saw that the furnace of incense ashes alone was as tall as a person. It was full of incense ashes, and probably no less than ten thousand incense sticks were burned.
This was a wealthy and powerful family. When the old man was buried, almost everyone in the town came to offer incense.
Buzz!
Subsequently, Black and White Wuchang cast a spell to extract the power of the incense from the incense burner, and each person accepted half of it. Although the incense was not as good as merit, it could be converted into magic power to improve the cultivation of Yin spirits like them.
When their cultivation reaches a certain level, the priesthood connected with their true spirit can be promoted, which is equivalent to a promotion in the mortal world.
However, the speed is too slow, far inferior to the speed of spiritual practice of living beings.
Incense is like the energy of heaven and earth. Living things directly absorb the energy and refine it into mana.
As for Yin Shen, he has to collect incense first and then take leave to free up time to refine it.
In this way, the mortal beings who practice cultivation for one day can compare to those who practice it for several months.
Although, absorbing Yin Qi can also increase mana.
However, it is difficult for Yin spirits of all tribulations to become saints. Yin spirits that do not want to achieve enlightenment are not good Yin spirits. It is faster to keep absorbing Yin energy and practice, but it will not work if there is too much Yin energy. Yin spirits will become ghost kings.
The ghost king has a cruel and lawless personality and poses a great threat to the underworld. He will be surrounded and suppressed by the underworld soldiers, and his ending will be tragic.
Moreover, the one in the underworld is determined to open up a path for the Yin spirits, so naturally he will not allow evil spirits like the Ghost King to be born, so now basically no one dares to commit crimes.
Everyone absorbs part of the Yin energy and then refines part of the incense to form a balance, maintain their own Yin spirit body, and avoid becoming a ghost king.
After a while, the old man's soul came back, dragging heavy shackles and shackles, and respectfully came to Black and White Wuchang, who had just finished drinking.
Click!
The next second, Black and White Wuchang removed the shackles and said: "Your family has given you a lot of offerings, so we can make you suffer less."
The old man smiled happily when he heard this, then nodded, and was led by Black and White Wuchang on the road, preparing to return to the underworld.
Immediately, Black and White and the old man suddenly began to sink. They were Yin gods and Yin spirits. Naturally, they could ignore the physical earth and directly enter the underworld.
However, it is easy to get in but difficult to get out. There is a direct train from the Yang world to the underworld, and from the underworld to the Yang world. If there is no black and white impermanence to lead the way, it will be a dead end, ten deaths and no life.
At this time, Chen Xiang, who was sitting on the roof, thought for a while and hid his body. Then his soul left his body and followed behind Black and White Wuchang.
He now felt confused, how did the two black and white impermanence bring him into the underworld more than half a year ago?
Just when he wanted to follow him with his physical body, he felt that if he really followed him, there would be a life and death crisis.
It seemed that the entire underworld was resisting the entry of beings like him from the earthly world.
"It is rumored that those who enter the underworld in the flesh, in addition to passing through the ancient road of Mount Tai, are the gods with the priesthood of the underworld..."
"So who were those two black and white impermanent people that night? How could they take me directly into the underworld and, by the way, read the Book of Life and Death?!"
It didn't seem like anything at the time, but now that I think about it, Chen Xiang suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. Can anyone read the Book of Life and Death?!
How could it be so coincidental and so easy for him to read it?
"Someone is plotting against me, or trying to plot against Erlang Shen through me..."
Chenxiang meditated intently, and at the same time followed Black and White Wuchang with neither speed nor slowness, directly to the underworld and the gate of hell.
As majestic as ever, there is also the bull's head and horse's face in front of the ghost gate, and the body seems to be larger than half a year ago.
The Guimen Pass is the gateway to the underworld, and guarding the Guimen Pass is guarding the underworld. With great merits, and the daily filial piety of impermanence and ghosts, the oil and water will naturally be first-rate and rich.