The wind of hell is still as bleak as ever;
In fact, even if the warm wind from Yangzhou was moved here at this moment, it would be completely assimilated by the environment of hell in an instant.
The highest mountain in hell is Mount Tai, which was once the symbol of supreme power in the Fujun era;
Of course, this is still the case today, as the Bodhisattva built his temple there.
The second highest mountain in hell is Yinshan Mountain.
There is a Yinshan Mountain in the world, and there is also one in hell, but the Yinshan Mountain in hell is located in the middle and back part of the Yellow Springs Road. Standing on the mountain, you can overlook the Yellow Springs Road passing from the west below, and see the densely packed souls walking towards the Naihe Bridge.
It’s like standing by the Yangtze River and watching the river flow eastward. It’s actually a similar feeling.
In fact, at the beginning, Yinshan Mountain was higher than Mount Tai.
The first generation pacified the turbulent times and established the system of governors to rule the underworld, making Mount Tai the main court.
That day is very far away from now.
On that day, the first generation took his own position on Mount Tai, created the Chronicle of the Lord of Hell, and performed the Fengshan ceremony on Mount Tai.
at the same time,
It was also on that day,
A monkey whose entire body was pitch black except for its eyes which were filled with purple came to Yinshan Mountain. With one punch, it cut off the top of Yinshan Mountain, directly reducing the highest mountain in hell to the second highest.
Time flies,
The first generation has long become a thing of the past, and even the purple-gold divine monkey has come to its final end under the gaze of King Qin Guang.
But the area of Yinshan that was flattened back then was covered with a palace, which has no owner.
Rumor has it that when the Ten Kings of Hell established the underworld, they originally planned to build a palace in Yinshan Mountain to serve as a place of execution for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
He then imitated what the first monkey did and cut off the two ends of Mount Tai, turning Yinshan into the highest mountain in hell.
Maybe this is the Game of Thrones.
Today, you chip off a piece;
Tomorrow he'll cut off another layer.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva refused and built a small temple on Mount Tai to live in.
Naturally, no one would dare to live in this palace, but sometimes some ghost cultivators or high-ranking officials would come here to rest, treating it as a temporary holiday resort.
Perhaps it was because a lot of care was put into building this place in the first place, and a lot of colorful vegetation that is rare in hell was transplanted. It is one of the rare places in hell that is "full of flowers".
At this time,
In a pavilion on the northwest side of the temple,
Two judges with yellow belts around their waists were sitting there eating and drinking.
In the woods outside the pavilion, three dancers were dancing gracefully.
The entertainment life in hell is indeed not rich. It's not that people here don't know how to enjoy it, but because they have experienced everything they should in the colorful world of the living. Many things are really like passing clouds and smoke. When you are old, when you have experienced a lot, or when you die and have been a ghost for many years, it doesn't matter anymore.
A pot of wine and a plate of side dishes.
The two judges enjoyed themselves.
The system of the underworld, from bottom to top, is trainee ghost catcher, ghost catcher, constable, inspector, judge, and the King of Hell.
Compared with the official system in the world of the living, Ksitigarbha is equivalent to the supreme ruler. Although there is a curtain, everyone knows who is the real core and decision-maker in the underworld today.
Di Ting is a bit like the chief eunuch of Silijian, responsible for hearing all the movements.
The law enforcement team is similar to the Jinyiwei.
The Ten Kings of Hell are the ten princes who guard various aspects of hell. The judges are official officials, and the seven-colored belts correspond to the seventh rank to the first rank.
The inspector is equivalent to the county lieutenant, that is, the police chief of the county or city, and next in line are the head of the police force and the ghost catcher.
The trainee ghost messenger is similar to the contract workers in the world of the living today, and is also similar to the militia that did not have a clear organization in the past.
An Buqi was once known as the gold medal inspector and was considered the most glorious among the inspectors, although he did not seem to be very prominent.
But you have to know that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not leave the temple, the Ten Kings of Hell basically do not show up, and although the number of judges is not small, it is still pitifully small compared to the entire hell. In this case, being the first in the inspection is really not bad.
It’s a bit like being the police chief of the most powerful city in the country. The status and future prospects are obvious.
These two yellow-belt judges can be said to have entered a rank, but to be honest, they are in a very awkward position: people below them think you are glorious, but those above them do not take you seriously at all.
Both of them were Jinshi graduates in the late Qing Dynasty.
One was unlucky and died of illness on the road while being sent abroad;
A man who worked as an editor in the Hanlin Academy was originally from a noble family. After all, the Hanlin Academy was a good place to gain experience. But after editing books for several years, he died of illness.
The similarity of their fate made the two people become good friends in hell. When they had nothing to do, they always liked to meet here to drink and chat.
The two of them wasted their time or missed out on anything in the officialdom of the world of the living. In the underworld, it is actually the same. In terms of actual power, they may not even be able to compare with the red belts in the key departments.
At work, I often spend the whole day drinking a cup of tea, smoking a pack of cigarettes, and reading a report.
On the contrary, when they get together, reciting poems and composing couplets is more in line with their pursuit of spiritual life.
Over the past few decades, the two of them have written countless poems, but just like their predecessor Emperor Qianlong when they were still alive, they wanted to write one poem a day, but none of them could be passed down and become classics...
But the two continued to enjoy it.
After drinking the wine,
Obviously not intoxicating,
But I have to pretend that I am already a little drunk,
Look up,
Squinting,
Looking at the blood moon in the sky.
"The moon in hell is not as beautiful as the moon in the mortal world. It has remained the same for thousands of years.
It won’t bend, it won’t crumble, it won’t darken, and it won’t become round.”
"You are wrong. It is obviously smaller now. It is not as big as before, nor as bright as before."
A year and a half ago,
A man came to hell.
Shouted the blood moon down from the sky,
Smashed towards the Emperor Song City.
The two judges looked at each other and laughed together.
Because now when they meet some colleagues from Song Emperor City, every time they look up at the blood moon hanging above, they feel so angry that their teeth itch.
Of course.
While hating,
There was also an indescribable fear.
after all,
In this world, there are countless people who admire the moon, but few of them are qualified to be hit by the moon.
The two laughed enough.
They took out their pens, ink, paper and inkstones, ready to write poetry.
As for what kind of poetry to write, it doesn’t matter. Over the years, I have written all the poems on any topic. Now I can just express myself spontaneously.
but,
At this moment,
One of them picked up a brush and suddenly pointed to the path on the mountainside.
road:
"Hey, there's someone standing there admiring the moon."
My companion also looked in the direction he pointed.
The Yin Mountains are very high, but they have sharp ears and eyes. As judges, even if they are not in power, they still have at least some ability.
Even though we are far away,
I can see clearly,
On the trail,
A man dressed in earthly fashion was standing there.
Look up at the bright moon.
“He was watching it very seriously.”
"Yes, I was fascinated by it."
Since this palace on Yinshan Mountain has no clear owner, naturally no one comes to guard it.
But because it is close to Huangquan Road and it is also the end of Huangquan Road, there is a sentry post here with thousands of ghost officials and hundreds of constables.
While supervising the Yellow Springs Road, he was also responsible for assisting in the defense at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
It is impossible for an ordinary sneak to enter here. At least, only a judge or an inspector who wants to come in and meet some important people and has some face can enter.
"It looks a bit unfamiliar."
“I have not seen it.”
Hell is very big. The main city of the underworld is one, but there are ten ones below it, although now, there are only nine left.
You know, because everyone has different personalities, sometimes the judges under one Yama may not know each other, let alone the judges of other Yama's Majesties.
so,
I don't know.
That's normal.
“He’s been watching for a long time.”
"It's been a while. I have already ground the ink."
The two of them stopped paying attention to that person and started writing poetry.
After the poem was written,
They exchanged and tasted each other.
The two of them cooperated well and could tease each other's sexy points.
After some commercial hype,
Everyone enjoyed themselves.
Then,
One of the judges looked towards the mountainside again.
"Look, he's still standing there."
"Yes, I am still admiring the moon."
“I’m addicted to it.”
"Yeah, I don't know what's so good about the moon in hell. It's better to find a chance to return to the living world and see the moon in the living world."
"Hello!!!!!!!!"
One of the judges shouted.
"What did you call him for?"
"Just shout, look, he's looking at us, hey!!!!!!"
"Haha, ask him to come up for a drink?"
"That's what I meant. Go ahead and shout."
"Hey!!!! The moon won't come down even if you keep looking at it, so why not come up and have a drink with us..."
The shouting stopped abruptly.
As the two yellow-belted judges stared in amazement,
The blood moon in the sky suddenly trembled.
Then with a little urgency,
With a little expectation,
With a little bit of embarrassment,
With a little reluctance,
With a little impatience,
No matter what you bring,
The body always starts to fall down very honestly!
At this moment,
The four quarters of Hell were shaken,
Because there are always people who look up inadvertently,
Look up at the sky.
Then I blinked and felt like something was missing.
Then I suddenly realized,
The moon is gone!
“Boom boom boom boom!!!!!”
The Song Emperor City, which had just completed half of its restoration project, sounded the alarm for an emergency.
An old judge, with only the upper half of his body left, stood on the top of the city wall, beating gongs and drums while shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Oh my god, the moon is down again!"
now,
one person,
A moon,
Heading west.