Chapter 126: Chapter 126
Where do people go after they die?
Those who just died are now blessed.
The underworld, which has been away from the human world for millions of years, reopens today.
The jailer, with shackles on his head, wailed as he led the evil ghost through the gates of hell.
The dead were like newborn lambs, watching all this with curiosity and astonishment.
Some people had heard of the phantom of the underworld above Xijing, and at this moment they couldn't help but compare them one by one.
"A towering mansion, a ghost gate that soars into the sky, and a couplet carved on the door to remind the passing souls," the shriveled old Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes muttered to himself. He was certainly not a true Taoist priest who sold his soul to the Taoist ancestor, but just a liar who made a living in this world by pretending to be a Taoist priest. He never thought that the rumors that came from places like Xizhou were actually true!
The Taoist priest couldn't help but stop and looked up blankly at the majestic strange beasts inside the Ghost Gate. The strange beast had a single horn on its head and looked like a deer but not a deer, and like a sheep but not a sheep. But when he saw this strange beast, he suddenly knew the origin of this rare and exotic beast.
The representative of "strict justice" and "distinguishing right from wrong", the only symbol of law in the underworld - Xiezhi!
"I thought it was fake..." Taoist stood still, a chill running up from the back of his heart to his scalp, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously. The ability to know the origin of things in an instant was obviously not something that an ordinary ghost could achieve.
Could it be that this "hell" is really the place where ghosts go after death, where they are judged by the law as ghosts? Was he really lying to him?
Taoist priest:"!"
The Taoist was frightened!
A gloomy head suddenly appeared from behind, and the ghost in jailer's uniform said lightly: "Want to run?"
"No, no, no!" The Taoist priest was very tactful and did not dare to offend the executioner at all. He quickly used his clever words to coax and flatter the jailer.
The souls of this group were escorted by two jailers, one dressed in white and the other in black. On their tall official hats, one had "Peace in the World" printed on it, and the other had "Wealth at First Sight" printed on it. Both of them looked as if they were wishing for world peace. However, one of them held his head in his hands and kept saying some crazy words, and occasionally adjusted his hat with his hand while moving. The other one had his head in the right position, but he just didn't say a word. He looked taciturn and extremely gloomy.
Even though the Taoist priest treated them carefully on the surface, he was still afraid in his heart.
But the Taoist priest obviously had a clever tongue. Compared with those people around him who were so frightened that they dared not say a word, the Taoist priest was able to get along well with the white jailer, and they could even call each other brothers.
"Yes, yes, it's most tender when the fat just starts to ooze out of it." The white jailer smacked his lips, recalling the taste of the meat. In the past, he didn't think it was rare and even had to be picky about it. Now that he was going to eat himself, only the things in his memory could comfort him.
In the past, he couldn't talk to a Taoist priest, a charlatan, but now he could stand in front of him. The white jailer shook his head. Life in the underworld was too hard. There was no time, and it felt like hundreds of years had passed in a flash! Even if he was self-righteous in the past, it was a great blessing to have someone to chat with, not to mention someone who was willing to flatter him, which made him even happier.
"I think you are pleasing to my eye, and you seem to be quite knowledgeable when you talk. People like you are rare." He pointed and pointed while talking. "The place you are going to is called Yama Palace, but it is actually the place where your life will be judged. The judge is a young man with a fresh face and is not yet an adult. But you must not be disrespectful to him. The person following the young man is the judge who records and files..."
Seeing the Taoist priest memorizing everything excitedly, wishing he could carve it into his mind, the jailer Bai smiled meaningfully. He lifted his head close to the Taoist priest's ear, and seeing that the Taoist priest gritted his teeth and dared not dodge, he became more interested: "The pen in the judge's hand, adding more or less, the impact on the next life... The judge loves money... This is what I want to say, you don't need me to remind you of the rest, right?"
The Taoist's nostrils flared, and he was so excited that he took out a handful of golden melon seeds from somewhere and stuffed them into the white jailer's hand: "Thank you very much for your help! I will repay you in my next life by bringing grass and tying a ring to repay you!"
"Oh, take it back," the white jailer glanced at the golden melon seeds and snorted, "I don't think highly of these trivial things. They are just reminders for fun. If you make a big deal out of it, it will ruin my mood!"
"You should keep it for a more useful place!"
Looking at the Taoist's grateful face, the white jailer said meaningfully.
Hearing what the white jailer said, the black jailer inexplicably turned his eyes away and glanced at the white jailer. He said in a cold voice: "Don't whisper to each other during the escort!"
The white jailer curled his lips and said, "You are a guy who doesn't know how to have fun. It's such a long journey, and you're looking for a companion?"
The black jailer glared at the white jailer coldly, and the white jailer fell silent and stopped chatting with the Taoist priest.
The further they went into the underworld, the wetter and colder the air became. The cold seemed to penetrate into their souls through the cracks in their bones. Many people huddled together and shivered. Some of them, who were fellow Taoists, took advantage of the moment when everyone was unconscious and ran along a narrow path, trying to escape.
But the black jailer and the white jailer all raised their eyelids coldly, and saw that the soul suddenly hit the non-existent, empty wall in the air, and their soul-catching chains suddenly dragged it away and captured the soul back.
The white jailer said jokingly: "If he is a criminal, escaping on the road will probably be a heavier crime!"
The Taoist couldn't help but ask, "What if he is not a sinner?"
The white jailer glanced at him and said, "Then it's voluntary labor! Add more work for the ghosts! The ghost hands in the underworld are already in short supply. What's lacking is that stubborn fool, and there are too many positions to be filled!"
When the jailer Bai mentioned this, he became neurotic and said that he had been collecting souls all the time and never stopped. Even pigs needed more rest than him, and being a pig was better than being a ghost catcher!
The Taoist priest's original idea of becoming a ghost catcher and making some money was completely extinguished.
They walked for a long time, perhaps a very long time. There was no distinction between day and moon in the underworld, and the Taoist priest could not tell how much time had passed. However, the feeling of oppression that continued to increase with the passage of time was truly unbearable.
Until the white jailer paused and said with a smile: "We're here!"
It was a small court, with a young man sitting in it and a judge sitting below him. According to the white jailer, there were countless similar courts in the underworld, as well as countless white jailers and black jailers, and countless judges.
The Taoist priest simply estimated the distance between himself and the judge, and sat nervously on a chair in the courtroom to listen to the trial.
The young man in the court seemed to have done something, and the Taoist's mind suddenly became dazed for a moment, and all the evil things he had done in the past mixed with some good things by Lingxing suddenly came out of the young man's mouth.
Trafficking, cheating, robbing families, murdering and robbing, everything the Taoist had ever done in his life was now laid out before everyone.
The young man frowned slightly: "This is a very evil person!"
The Taoist suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, weeping and crawling to the feet of the judge to plead for mercy: "Life is difficult! I have no choice but to do this! I hope you will understand!"
The judge was writing furiously when suddenly a bag of gold fell into his sleeve. He paused in confusion, stopped writing, reached into his sleeve and took out a bag. He opened it and saw a bag full of golden melon seeds.
The judge was stunned. There was no such thing as money after death, only merit. These golden melon seeds were naturally not real, but something created by the soul's obsession using yin energy.
This was nothing, but the judge never expected that the serious criminal in front of him would use up his Yin energy to create an object of obsession, not to comfort himself, nor because he could not control his desires, but to give it to him as a bribe!
The King of Hell knows all! After he was fried in the oil pan a hundred and eighty times, he is now truly bent on doing good! This is slandering him! Slander!
The judge immediately threw the golden melon seeds onto the table like hot oil in his hand, and said, "My Lord! I am wholeheartedly loyal to the King of Hell! I have no selfish motives at all! He slandered me! He slandered me!"
The young man sitting on the platform raised his eyebrows: "Intent to bribe public officials? It's a serious crime!"
The Taoist priest was stunned. Seeing his increasingly severe punishment getting worse, he muttered to himself, "This shouldn't be the case! How could this happen? The jailer clearly said..."
He glanced over secretly.
The white jailer slowly revealed a happy smile.
That’s right, he really doesn’t want money, he wants the pleasure that comes from punishing others with additional sentences!
The white jailer is naturally not a public official, but a criminal who was transferred out to be used while being tortured because of the shortage of ghost hands in the underworld!
The white jailer was very happy as he endured the continuous pain in his neck!
***
When Meng Po arrived at the newly built Hall of Yama, Chu Songjun was still buried in the thick pile of files. The dark circles under his eyes before his death became more and more obvious due to the non-stop work, and there was a tendency for them to become permanent.
Meng Po didn't make soup this time. Didn't she know whether Meng Po soup had any effect? It was just a role-playing formality.
Meng Po had never expected that the spiritual relaxation journey she had originally planned just because she saw that the other party was under too much pressure would become so unrecognizable.
I don't know if my mind was relaxed or not, but all in all it was very ups and downs.
"It's a life of hard work!" Meng Po sighed.
She didn't know how to make soup, and she wasn't Meng Po before, but she used this identity because it was convenient at that time. Now that the underworld was being rebuilt, Meng Po naturally had to find another candidate, and the ingredients of the soup had to be changed. She couldn't get involved in this, so she was very relaxed.
"Sister Mengpo is here?" Chu Songjun raised his pale face, still looking sick. Anyway, to think positively, the ghost is already in the underworld, so there is no need to worry about him lingering at the gates of hell!
Chu Songjun quickly cleared a space for Meng Po to sit down. "Although we have received assistance from the outer gods, there are still too many souls that have accumulated over tens of millions of years and cannot be reborn. We cannot handle them all at once. If... 'I' take action again, I will have to trouble Sister Meng Po to help receive them!"
Meng Po nodded with a smile: "Of course it is, this is my mission!"
Chu Songjun has already guessed what kind of gods Sister Mengpo and the two original staff members of the underworld, "Lord Yama" and "Judge", are. They are connected to the simulator and have been guarding the original "him" at the beginning of everything, helping him take the first step out little by little and witness the strange world "on the ground".
All this is enough to prove that they are extraordinary, and Meng Po, who has been with him from the beginning, is even more mysterious.
Meng Po seemed unable to clearly explain what he should do, but some things could still be understood.
Just like Meng Po, just like "he" himself, just like Wen Shao who went crazy after seeing the truth of the world in the strange world, just like Shen Cuo, just like the Datong Sage, just like Qilin.
Their souls were so similar, so close, like flowers blooming on a vine.
They all have the same goal.
【Simulation ends.】
[Talents are being counted and simulated. Congratulations on obtaining the talent "Law of Evil Aggregation: You always run into bad guys. Is this a good thing or a bad thing for you?", and the title "Fear Creator: A person is determined to become fear and fight evil with evil!", and congratulations on obtaining the title "The antonym of a coward: a daring person will die of overeating, a timid person will die of starvation, you are both timid and bold, and you actually dare to take advantage of the people!"]
[Simulation evaluation: There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean! ]
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