I looked back at the location of the gravel hills before and said, "It is said that the Naihe Bridge is guarded by the gods of the day and the night after the Guimen Pass. Every dead soul needs to pass through this bridge to identify good and evil. If this is the Naihe Bridge. , Then the gravel mountain we passed before may be the ghost gate."
"Isn't the place where we came before?" Monk Jue Ming asked.
I thought for a while and said, "It was supposed to be a ghost gate, which is equivalent to a gap between yin and yang. So after we came in, the road disappeared. Because the road didn't exist, we just entered the underworld through a spatial crack. The real ghost gate is where the gravel is located. It’s just that someone came and broke the ghost gate all the way to here some time ago.”
Monk Jueming nodded and agreed with me. In fact, neither of us knows whether this speculation is correct. No one has been to the underworld, and we know all about the underworld from books. And there is a saying, it is better to have no books than to write. What is written in the book may not be completely correct. At the very least, the underworld at this moment is very different from what is described in the book.
We didn't delay too long on the bridge and walked directly below. Monk Jue Ming might feel that the journey is far away and feel bored, so he asked me, "What is the Nai River Bridge?"
I carefully recalled what I had said about the underworld, and then replied: "It should be the impermanence hall, and then the place of the ten halls of Yama."
"Impermanence?" Monk Jueming was a little confused, and said, "What is impermanence?"
"When a person's positive life arrives, the prefecture will line up black and white impermanence bullheads and horses to catch souls in the world." I simply explained.
Monk Jueming was even more puzzled and said: "Although I don't know the netherworld, I rarely hear Master mention it, but in the Buddhist scriptures, only Niutou Abang is mentioned, and there has never been any talk of impermanence and horse face.
I was stunned, and said, "Isn't the cow head horse noodles from Buddhism? How could it not? As for black and white impermanence, I really don't know this.
Monk Jue Ming said with certainty: "There is no horse face, only cow head. I have seen a paragraph in the Buddhist scriptures, saying that the jailer is named Ah Bang, the cow head has hands, two hooves, strong platoons, and steel hairpins. As for Horse face, not mentioned."
I don't know much about these things at first. At this moment, the monk Jueming said, I was stunned, and I didn't know if I should refute it. Regarding the underworld, I learned from the book and other people's descriptions, like black and white impermanence, bull head horse noodles, which have been circulated among the people for countless years.
However, the monk Jue Ming is determined to seek the Buddha, unlike a person who can lie. Since he said that there is no horse face in the Buddhist scriptures, it must be none. I thought about it for a while, and felt that it might be made up by posterity, so I added a role next to the bull's head.
As for whether there is black and white impermanence or not, it is even more unclear. If not, then there shouldn't be an impermanence hall either.
Could it be said that after the Nai River Bridge is the Yama Temple
It is possible that the Nai River Bridge can distinguish between good and evil. After crossing the bridge, entering the temple to pronounce judgment, and then entering the cycle of reincarnation, it is also a very normal road.
I pondered it for a while, and thought this underworld was too complicated.
However, what is really complicated is the various folk legends that are mixed with Buddhas, making it difficult to distinguish the authenticity. As San said, the world only knows the Yama King and the eighteen hells, and almost no one knows about the Emperor Fengdu and the twenty-four hells.
From this point of view, Buddhism is better than Taoism in propaganda.
I didn't think too much about impermanence and horse face. Anyway, if it is true or false, you can know it when you get off the bridge. What I think about the most is where Ah San is.
Did she come in? Is the place where you come in is the same as mine
Monk Jueming and I have been walking for so long, taking the pieces as a jigsaw puzzle and wasting a lot of time. Apart from finding out the answers to some things, I have not had the thought of waiting for Ah San to appear. Monk Jueming was willing to accompany me to delay, and he also saw this. Although the monk did not speak, he was quick-minded and willing to help others. He was a rare and good person.
Now, after such a long time, Asan has never been seen, and my heart gradually sinks. It's not because I am afraid of what I will encounter, but because I am afraid of what will happen to Asan.
In fact, Ah San is more capable than me. But there is Ji Sun behind me, and a monk beside me. After all, she has only the bronze armored corpse Ada and the infant corpse Xiaoxiao. What danger is really happening, what can Ah Da and Xiao Xiao do
Monk Jueming felt worried from me. He chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Ji people have their own heavens, so why bother the donor."
I was stunned for a moment. Monk Jueming's words were a bit like and reasonable to Lien Dao's words.
The dangers that Ah San has encountered over the years are big and small, but every time she has lived without risk, in addition to her ability and cleverness, she is also lucky. Although this is the Yin Cao Jifu, I haven't encountered any danger along the way. Why should I always think that she will be in trouble
I have reminded myself before that mediocre self-disturbing sentence, just caring is chaotic, and it is always difficult to control my inner emotions. At this moment, I was reminded by the monk Jueming that I woke up, and spit out a sigh of breath, and said to the monk: "I am afraid that it will take too long and will leave you hungry. Anyway, you came here because you helped us. , If you are hungry, how can you explain to your master."
Monk Jue Ming said: "I have a golden body that is not bad. I want to become an arhat. I will not die without eating or drinking for several months. Even if I am really hungry, I will be blessed by Buddhism. I will take off my stinky skin. I’m hungry to find the Buddha, and I won’t blame it."
I was joking, but I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when I knew that Monk Jueming answered so seriously.
Walking off the bridge, the traces of the battle seen on the road are shocking. I don’t know who is fighting here, but there should be a lot of them, because there are more and more debris scattered around, I think it’s because the fighting is getting more intense. As for the entire Nai River Bridge, only the deck is still intact, and the rest is in tatters.
However, when I looked at it with my heart, I saw the lifeless air around me, wisps of life entering the pontic, as if it were being repaired. However, this speed is about the same as the dozens of humanoids seen from the gravel mountain, and it cannot be accomplished in one or two years.
After I walked off the bridge with Monk Jueming, I ran under the bridge and took a look. The bottom is indeed a river bed, although it is dry and there is no blood river, but you can see many broken copper and iron objects. Those things are embedded in the riverbed, and they look like dogs and snakes, and most of them are tattered.
It seems that the battle that year caused the copper dog and iron snake under this bridge to bite the wicked also suffered a seedling, and was beaten into broken copper and iron for no reason.
I deliberately brought a few as a collection, but when I thought of the Naihe Bridge and those humanoids being formed, I wondered that the underworld would return to normal one day. What if the bronze dogs and iron snakes survived? Don't take it anymore. I was bitten when the time came, and I was in vain.
After leaving the Nai River Bridge, which may or may not be, we walked towards the dark shadow in the distance. Along the way, I looked at the vast expanse of land around me, and said to Monk Jueming: "Do you think we are here to travel? In such a large underworld, you can't even see a ghost."
Monk Jueming looked at me and asked, "You want to hell?"
I immediately shook my head and said, "Of course I don't want to see it, but I can't see ghosts in the underworld. I always feel very disadvantaged."
Monk Jue Ming glanced at me, as if he didn't understand what my contradictory thought meant. We continued to walk, and after about a few hours, we finally arrived in front of the dark shadow.
As I guessed, this is a row of buildings. However, the extent of damage is much worse than the Nai River Bridge.
The buildings themselves are extremely simple, like caves hollowed out from huge boulders, with simple lines and no excessive decoration. But now, most of the stone houses have collapsed, which is almost the same as the barracks in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor that were slapped by the gods.
The only difference is that in this building, I feel a different breath.
Those breath colors are mixed, like colored mist, entangled with the dead breath nearby.
The breath in the metal fragments also had color, but it couldn't resist the death energy and could only dissipate in pairs. But now these auras are powerful and great, although they can't eliminate the death aura, they can prevent the opponent from approaching.
I was a little surprised, thinking that there were powerful weapons here that were not damaged, but when I searched for them nearby, I found a lot of fragments, but I didn't see anything with that powerful aura.
I was puzzled, wondering if these breaths didn't even have a root cause
Monk Jueming had good eyes, attentive and patient. After searching for a long time, he finally found a clue and called me over. I walked and saw him lying on a pile of rocks carefully watching something. I lowered my head slightly, and then was surprised to see that there was a colorful breath rising from the stone that was condensed from the dead air.
"How is this possible?" I took a closer look, and there was nothing special on the stone, but as I could see, the breath did rise from the stone.
Monk Jueming was also a little puzzled. The stone was not too big, only the size of a human head. Monk Jueming stretched out his hand to pick it up, and looked at it several times, but he didn't see why. He hesitated for a moment, and then said to me, "I can try it with the Dharma, but the Buddha's light shines and this thing will inevitably dissipate."
There are many similar places around, and I don't feel distressed, so I said: "You let go and try, it's okay."
Monk Jueming nodded, then holding the death stone in one hand, he lightly chanted the scriptures. His arm holding the stone concealed the Buddha's light, and the light gradually brightened, gradually shining the stone. The solid dead air that was originally like an ordinary grayish white stone became transparent at this moment, and the golden light pierced it, only to see a strand of dead air rising and then quickly dissipating.
Before long, the dead stone disappeared, but its outline remained. The golden Buddha's light is bright in the outline, without the background of dead stone, this light appears more pure. (End of this chapter)