Chapter 246 Watching a Movie in the Underworld 1
"Hey, Lao Fan, why the long face?"
With a constant smile, dressed in white and wearing a tall hat with the words "You've come too" on it, Xie Bi'an, the White Impermanence, greeted his old friend Fan Wujiu.
"Don't even mention it," said Fan Wujiu, the Black Impermanence, with a fierce face and wearing a tall hat with the words "Catching You" written on it, looking distressed and irritable. "It's just that the Meng Po Department wants to develop some kind of entertainment industry, insisting on satisfying the spiritual needs of ghosts, saying that it will make it easier for them to reincarnate. They've been causing trouble, and then they had to put on some 'Empresses in the Palace' show in the Qing Dynasty region, which almost made the people riot and turn into vengeful ghosts. I just finished dealing with that."
"Haha, this is because we showed the Qin Dynasty trilogy to the Qin people back then, and it was well received, so we started to promote it. It just shows that the ghost officials under Meng Po are of very different levels. The one from the Qing Dynasty obviously didn't know how to choose a show."
Xie Bi'an was clearly more familiar with these rumors about the underworld. "By the way, did you manage to bring back the ghost of Aisin Gioro Yinzhen?"
"Tsk, this is a troublesome matter," Fan Wujiu said, his head aching at the mention of the name. He frowned, making him look even more fierce. "He was supposed to be dead when he was taken away, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. I don't know which small world he went to. The barriers between the three thousand worlds have become increasingly unstable lately. If he causes any more trouble in the small worlds, I'll have to lose my performance bonus again."
"Tsk tsk tsk, old buddy, I'm not trying to be mean, but you've already used up most of your offerings this month, haven't you? Hurry up and catch the ghost, what else are you up to?"
Fan Wujiu rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Do you think I don't want to? There's only one job available now, what else can I do?"
“I told you you’re out of touch. The underworld is developing so fast, you need to keep up with current events,” Xie Bi’an put his arm around Fan Wujiu’s shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t take you with me. There’s a job that needs someone, do you want to come?”
"What kind of job?"
“Recently, something called the Heavenly Curtain has become popular in these three thousand minor worlds. It’s probably something created there to absorb human energy.” Xie Bi’an pointed mysteriously upwards. Obviously, the “upper” he was referring to was not the higher-ups of the underworld, but the Heavenly Court in the sky.
"We've been in competition with those above for so many years. If they have something, how could we not have it? This Judge Cui and Meng Po are working together to give the underworld a full-time cover."
"Is this reasonable? Heavenly Canopy, Heavenly Canopy, where does the Underworld get its heaven?" Fan Wujiu was speechless. Did the leaders above really have nothing better to do than make trouble every day, or were they just too idle? Why did they have to compare everything with the Heavenly Court?
"Tsk," Xie Bi'an nudged Fan Wujiu's arm. "Look at your mouth, no wonder you haven't been promoted all these years. You're just someone who earns money through offerings, what do you care what the higher-ups think? You just want to make as much money as you can. So, tell me, are you in or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes, of course we'll do it! We won't survive if we don't do it!" Fan Wujiu nodded repeatedly. What ghost would turn down the offerings of incense?
"Very good. Let me tell you how to do it. It's very simple. Use certain technical means to obtain the original content for dissemination. Then, transmit the generated audio, video, and data information from the original broadcasting end to one or more secondary broadcasting platforms..."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Xie Bi'an shrugged: "Okay, it's just about broadcasting the celestial screen from the human world to the underworld."
"So you don't do it yourself, you just steal it all?"
"Can't you speak properly!" Xie Bi'an said righteously. "How can we, as underworld officials, call this stealing? This is called reasonable sharing, green development, and win-win cooperation."
"Does the higher-ups know about the cooperation they've reached with the Underworld?" Fan Wujiu pointed upwards speechlessly.
"We've been partners for so many years, is there any need to inform us? Everything is understood without words."
After explaining, Xie Bi'an rolled his eyes at Fan Wujiu, "Besides, where in the underworld would they find so many incense offerings to invite ghosts to do this kind of thing? If they had that ability, why would they need you?"
"So this is just a temporary job."
"Otherwise, it's good enough to have something to do. There are tons of people scrambling to do temporary jobs. Even if you earn less, you're still earning. If you don't like it, I'll find someone else right away."
Xie Bi'an turned to leave as he spoke, but Fan Wujiu quickly stopped him, "Hey, hey, that's not what I meant. Of course I'll do it, I'm just asking to find out. Tell me how to do it, and I'll go right now."
"It's good that you've figured it out. If you ask me..." Xie Bi'an patted Fan Wujiu's shoulder with relief, but then he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white light and his eyes narrowed. "Oh no, a ghost has broken in!"
"How dare you!"
Fan Wujiu turned around, his face contorted in a grimace, and conjured a mourning staff and a soul-locking chain. The two ghosts instantly transformed into two streaks of light, one black and one white, and chased after him.
...
Aisin-Gioro Yinzhen, the Yongzheng Emperor, was a diligent and hardworking ruler who devoted himself to his duties until his death in the thirteenth year of his reign. Before his death, he reflected on his life, concluding that he had lived up to the expectations of the Qing Dynasty and the legacy of his ancestors.
He never expected that after his death, his soul would leave his body and before he could even say hello to the impermanence of life, he would be blown by a gust of wind into the body of his "Otome version" prince from some unknown world. He couldn't tell whether it was a resurrection or a possession.
But what he didn't expect was that he wasn't the only soul crammed into this body; there were two other souls fighting before him, perhaps because their battle was so intense. So when Yinzhen entered, he easily suppressed the two souls and then read their memories.
Sometimes, he doesn't really need such a serendipitous encounter.
After reading the memories of the two people, Yinzhen felt like vomiting blood. One was the original body of this time and space who was poisoned to death by a concubine and then reborn; the other was Xuanling, a monarch from an unknown dynasty with a similar background.
These two people—no, these two souls—were once emperors, whether they were good emperors or not. Given this chance to do it all over again, why are Rouze and Wanwan the only things that come to mind?
Help! Didn't you die on top of women? Don't you have any memory?!
Yinzhen felt that sharing a body with these two souls was too filthy, and he refused to acknowledge that this body was his! The thought of these two souls causing trouble under his name made Yinzhen instantly furious!
He was literally furious, absolutely furious, and he risked his life to be scattered, taking two souls with him to the afterlife!
Those two souls, already damaged and incomplete from the previous battle, completely dissipated into the mortal world after Yinzhen's self-destruction. Yinzhen, however, drifted in a daze for an unknown period of time. In his occasional moments of lucidity, he would find that the person he prayed to whoever had entered his body had always done a good job. Not only did they manage to manipulate everyone, but more importantly, they had developed the Great Qing Dynasty very well.
That's the prosperous scene he envisioned.
Yinzhen was gratified, even though his lucid moments were becoming increasingly rare, he did not regret his actions. Even though the Qing Dynasty in this timeline was not his own, they shared the same lineage, and he still hoped for peace and prosperity for the people.
Finally, as he watched that person reach the end of their life, Yinzhen also sensed that he was about to dissipate, and he had no regrets. But in the last second before he closed his eyes completely, he seemed to see that person look at him through an invisible barrier and smile.
Yinzhen initially thought he was seeing things, but soon a warm feeling enveloped him. When he regained consciousness, he found that his soul and body were exceptionally complete and strong, and he also sensed the call of the underworld, indicating that he could go there to be reincarnated.
He thought, perhaps this was a gift from that mysterious person. He hadn't realized the other person had known of his existence all along. Yinzhen suddenly felt a pang of regret; he hadn't been able to greet him, express his gratitude and praise, learn of his origins, or become his friend…
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