"Get up, it's time to take my soul!"
"..."
"If you don't get up, I'll use this soul-snatching lock to take you away, just like last time!"
Thinking he was seeing Wen Heng on his deathbed, he realized he was just seeing things because of his failing eyesight. It turned out to be the impartial white-robed ghost messenger who had come to lock away his soul.
He casually said to me while swinging the sinister and chilling soul-snatching lock in his hand.
I haven't seen those ghost messengers for a long time since their spiritual power declined.
But I still had a lingering fear of that soul-snatching rope. Hearing the rope rattle, I suddenly sat up from the ground and straightened my clothes with annoyance: "Why is it you again, you white-robed ghost? Where is A-Niu? In terms of seniority, he can be considered my relative in the mortal world. Why isn't it A-Niu who came to pick me up?"
"He was just promoted to judge and is too busy to come here, so he asked me to come and take you back to the underworld."
Hearing that Ah Niu had been promoted was finally some good news to cheer him up, so he suddenly felt like teasing the white-robed ghost: "Look at Ah Niu, he started working later than you. Do you know why you're still here as a ghost messenger collecting souls?"
"Why?" the white-robed ghost asked knowingly.
"You're so rigid! You're too inflexible and old-fashioned. We've known each other for hundreds of years. Even if we're not friends, we're still old acquaintances. How can you use a soul-reaping rope to torture an old friend at the drop of a hat? You need to learn about human relationships and social customs!" I patted his shoulder and said, pretending to be profound.
"Are you leaving or not?" The white-robed ghost shook the soul-hooking lock in his hand again.
"Look! Look! Outdated! Rigid!"
The white-clad ghost messenger had already rolled up his sleeves.
"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" I said with a forced smile.
Finally, without looking back, he followed the white-robed ghost away... leaving only the body sitting on the ground, leaning against the stone, peacefully closing its eyes, gradually disappearing into the distance.
In any case, this tribulation should end here.
I followed the white-robed ghost messenger back to the underworld.
When Ah Niu saw me, he brought me a ledger of my good and evil deeds in the human world that was a hundred feet long, and asked me to sit down and check the total ledger of my good and evil deeds in the human world with him.
At first, I was very serious about checking and scoring every good and evil deed that happened in my life.
I never expected that reconciling the trivial matters I had done in the mortal world over the past eight hundred years would give me such a headache. Before long, I simply gave up and said, "I trust Ah Niu won't make a mistake! I'll leave this entirely to Ah Niu!"
Then I held the jar of good wine that Ah Niu had left for me and drank it while waiting.
Ah Niu lived up to the trust placed in him, meticulously helping me reconcile the accounts at the desk.
They worked on it for a full ten days and ten nights.
Finally, Ah Niu, at a loss, shook his head and sighed while holding the bill: "What a pity... what a pity, Ah Hua, you were just one point away from ascending to heaven."
I had no hope of ascending to immortality.
I waved my hand, my breath still tinged with alcohol, and said, "It's alright, it's alright... As I expected, even if I got a perfect score, without Wen Heng's letter of forgiveness, I wouldn't be able to ascend to immortality."
Unexpectedly, Ah Niu blurted out, "The letter of forgiveness from God Wentian has already been sent! It's just that the score is one point short, so we have to work in the underworld for a hundred years to settle the score!"
"Say what you just said again!" When I heard Ah Niu say that Wen Heng's letter of forgiveness had been delivered long ago, I instantly sobered up from my drunken stupor and thought I had misheard.
"You have to work in the underworld for a hundred years before you can settle the accounts!" Ah Niu repeated, looking at me with a blank and puzzled expression.
"The sentence before that sentence," I pressed.
"Wen Tianshen's letter of forgiveness was sent long ago?"
When did this happen?
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