Huangquan Road is paved with flowers on the other side, and stone slabs meander among the lush red waves. The sky here is dark and foggy, and you can hear the sound of chains rushing back from Zhongdu. Countless shackled souls wandered along the road, crying somberly, as if drenched in the rain. Overlooking towers are built among the flowers, and a ghost general is set up to guard every ten steps.
Jinglin's face is like thin paper, and there is no breath. He held the stick in one hand and the chain in the other, locked Cang Ji and mixed in with his soul. Cang Ji wore a mask on his face and walked slowly, looking around and looking at him as he moved.
"This place is well chosen." Cang Ji bent his upper body slightly, and said in Jinglin's ear, "After coming down, it is deep in a ravine, and on both sides are the thousand-year-old stones that support the middle of the world. Only the sea of flowers can go back and forth smoothly all the way. Ordinary people come down, and I’m afraid they won’t be able to go up again.”
"Life and death have ended before the checkpoint. Ordinary people come here and are already dead. If you walk forward for half an hour, it will be Lijinkou." Jinglin bumped him back lightly with his elbow, "You are leaking yang energy. already."
Cang Ji pushed the mask and asked, "Why do you have to wear a mask to cover the left and right dead souls? If you catch the wrong person, won't you be able to detect it?"
"The records on the human life tree are detailed, and the ghosts must first verify the identity of the person before taking the person." Jing Lin said, "I used to wear no mask, but the previous King of Hell called people to eat, and the new one was afraid of meeting someone who described miserable The ghost will pass out, and the ghost will be sent a mask when it draws its soul."
Cang Ji said: "It's a joke in the world. The person who is the king of hell is afraid of ghosts. How did he become the king of hell like this?"
"Because he loves to eat, he originally closed himself under the wall of Huangquan. When he woke up, he was hungry and unbearable. He smelled the smoke of Lijin's ghost fire, so he swallowed thousands of dead souls in Huangquan in one breath, and even ate half of the palace of the King of Hell." Jing Lin After thinking about something, he turned his head and warned Cang Ji earnestly, "Eat carefully."
Cang Ji asked strangely: "But isn't the dragon who can swallow everything in the world? He can do it anyway."
"He just swallowed the belly." Jing Lin said, "After finding something to eat, he spit out the dead soul and the King of Hell."
The poor old Yama has always been diligent and conscientious. After the Huangquan division system, he started from a ghost job, worked hard all the way, and worked as an ambassador for nearly a thousand years. Finally, he was promoted to the Nine Heavens Realm and was able to serve as the Yama. Who would have thought that he would be swallowed in the stomach without a brain, wrapped in saliva, and then vomited out. For a while, he felt hard for himself, and he gave up his official position in grief and anger. No one in the Nine Heavens Realm was willing to lower their esteem and honor, and once they came and went, they punished the monster who swallowed and vomited to sit in Huangquan and became the new King of Hell.
Cang Ji touched his Adam's apple and thought, "He can swallow 43,000 dead souls in Lijin in one breath. What is this person's original body? He has such a big appetite."
Jinglin said: "His original body is very fierce, and Lijin built a stone statue of his original body to warn future generations. You can see that he will be afraid too."
Cang Ji asked: "Fierce than me?"
Jing Lin nodded, and Cang Ji became more curious. The two of them walked along with the long queue of dead souls for a while, and when they heard the rushing sound of the river, Cang Ji finally saw the whole picture of Lijin Ferry.
The waves on the other side of the flower sea swayed, and I saw one side of the city entrenched in the misty red light. The river runs through the whole city, boats and horses, and lanterns of various colors are hung intricately, shrouding the heads of thousands of dead souls, like a vast galaxy. The pavilion near the river is hung with a small curtain of pearl and jade, and you can hear the pipa clanging with the water. The street market is full of dead souls, and the boat that can cross the soul to the Temple of Hell is narrow and narrow. However, tens of thousands of dead souls have been accumulated here, and at such a speed, it would not be enough to call them for five hundred years.
Cang Ji turned his eyes and saw a stone sculpture standing tall in the city. The stone sculpture's forelimbs hang down from the chest, and the two claws are polished and polished. He stood on his hind legs, raised his chest and raised his head, looking into the distance with the arrogance of a fierce beast. It must be the original body of the King of Hell in the mouth of Jing Lin.
Under the care of his posture, Cang Ji couldn't help feeling ashamed. He pressed his chest against Jinglin, bowing his head and grinding his teeth.
"Is it a weasel?!"
Cang Ji was teased by Jing Lin once, and he refused to believe his casual remarks any more. He only held this person tightly in the palm of his hand and walked side by side with him.
"There are so many people here." Cang Ji raised his hand and pushed up the mask, "And there is no smell, how do we find Qianyu?"
"Qianyu wants to find Zuo Qingri, so she can only stay at the ferry." Jing Lin lightly grabbed her hand and walked forward with Cang Ji.
There was a long queue of wandering spirits in the ferry port, and the ghost who called the name had a dry throat and stepped back to scoop up a bowl of water to drink. When he sat down, he smelled the strong aroma of meat. He turned his head and saw two people sitting at the stall not far away. One of them opened the oiled paper, and the braised pork oil flower was spread on the table, which attracted half a street of dead souls to show their greedy faces. , just afraid of one of them being dressed up as a ghost and afraid to go forward and ask for it.
The ghost messed up in his stomach because of the smell. He was on duty at the ferry port in recent days, and he hadn't been to Zhongdu for a long time. Immediately, he took out a few copper beads from his sleeves and got up behind the two.
"Did you just come back from above, dude? It smells like the braised beef from Wanfuzhai in Kyoto!" He hesitated, "I'm willing to pay double the price, can I give up my love, dude?"
Jinglin chopped his chopsticks and said, "A plate of beef is worth a few dollars. If Xiongtai doesn't dislike it, just sit down and use it together."
The ghost messenger answered repeatedly, lifted his robe and sat down. Cang Ji handed him a pair of chopsticks, he took advantage of the situation to look at the two of them, and said, "Thank you! Seeing the old man's face, did you just order a job?"
"Yeah." Jing Lin said, "The first trip was bad and there were many accidents. It's really not easy to bring people back."
The ghost messenger buried his head and feasted on it, he heard the words and laughed a few times, and said, "Brother, you are the messenger. I don't know if there are hundreds of different jobs in Huangquan, it's better to attract your soul."
"Oh?" Jing Lin asked humbly, "How do you say this? I admire you when I see your brother roll your name on the ferry, you don't have to be tired of running around."
"Although the souls are constantly coming and going, they are less restrained. What is there to admire in a roll call? You can't get through a few people all day long, and you have to listen to the endless complaints of thousands of souls." The ghost sighed and said, "If the Nine Heavens Realm neglects greetings, Lord Yan will become more and more lazy. You see, this Lijin, if it goes on like this, it will bring disaster."
"What are you busy with, Lord Yan?" Cang Ji played with his chopsticks and said, "I died late, and I want to reincarnate earlier."
"Huh." Gui Cha laughed, "You're still in a hurry to reincarnate. You have to know that once you cross this Wangchuan River, you won't be able to remember this life, and there are important people you have to forget."
"I have met cruel people in this life." Cang Ji squeezed Jing Lin's fingertips, "It's best to forget."
Jinglin didn't change his face, just asked: "Is Lord Yan ignoring the case?"
"Brother, you just came back, so I don't know. In the past few days, the good things of the Lord of Hell are coming, and he is about to marry a fox. He is indulging in wine and sex all day, and he has no time to pay attention to the case."
Cang Ji and Jing Lin looked at each other and said in unison, "Fox?"
"That's right," said the ghost messenger, "it's a white fox with a broken tail. This white fox used to linger on the ferry, looking for someone. After being known by the King of Hell, he was recruited in the hall, but he was confused by his appearance and made a big noise. I want to marry someone. But the white fox is a male, and he would rather die than follow."
"Has the King of Hell lost his mind?" Cang Ji said, "This fox is already alive!"
"It doesn't matter if he has anyone, if he enters the palace of the king of hell, unless the king of hell speaks, how can he escape?" The ghost put his chopsticks together, got up and made a bow, and said with a smile, "Thank you brother for your hospitality! I will be serving at this ferry, If anything happens in the future, you can come to me. My name is Fengchun.”
After talking about the ghost, he turned around and left, and Jing Lin gave him one more look. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, he didn't look like an ordinary ghost.
"Where is the Palace of the King of Hell?" Cang Ji was already impatient, got up and wanted to leave, "Qian Yu must not be lost."
"The Palace of the King of Hell is separated from the sky and can only be reached by crossing the Forgotten River and the Misty Mountains." Jinglin motioned to him to calm down and said, "Since he wants to marry someone, he must follow the etiquette. The sedan chair will stop at Jinyi on the eve of the big wedding. It will only count if it is brought back by the Yama ferry the next day. We just wait for the sedan chair to arrive at Lijin.”
Cang Ji and Jing Lin rested in Lijin, where there is no sun or moon. After about two days of work, they finally saw the ferry crossing with lights and red silk hanging high in the city.
Cang Ji looked at the window and asked, "Why are all the ghosts in the city crying?"
"Touching the scene, touching the heart, touching the sadness." Jing Lin said, "They stayed here for a long time, and the past and old dreams are vivid in their minds, and they can't forget or go back."
"In this life, unsatisfactory things occupy most of the time." Cang Ji said, "Is there anything worth crying about?"
"Although there are nine out of ten things that are unsatisfactory, there is still one that is full of joy. For this one, I am willing to suffer."
Cang Ji said, "It's too bitter to taste sweet."
As the two of them spoke, Cang Ji suddenly saw more than a dozen ghosts carrying a red sedan chair and stepping into the air and stepping on chains, hurriedly crossing the Wangchuan River. He suddenly got up and pulled Jing Lin.
"coming!"
The ghosts shouted and got off the sedan chair, and the ferry was startled with dust. Seeing that the sedan chair was decorated with a circle of lanterns, the doors and windows were nailed to death, and it was pitch-black inside, so I couldn't see Qian Yu's figure. As soon as the ghosts got off the sedan chair, they retreated in unison. A sturdy giant ox suddenly fell on the ground, and the chains on the ox's back fell, and it dragged the sedan chair forward. Immediately afterwards, the river dough vacated the flock of gnawing flocks of birds, surrounding the sedan chair like a black cloud, not allowing others to take a step. On the sedan chair sits a person, wearing a bamboo hat, holding a grass branch in his mouth, and whipping the ox.
Jinglin said, "That is the King of Hell, Feiluo."
"It's him." Cang Ji supported himself, and saw Fei Luo's face under the hat was red with white teeth, "Looks younger than me."
"He is fourteen hundred years old." Jing Lin said, "It seems that he pays great attention to Qian Yu, and even this section of the road is not willing to take the guise of others."
"It's a pity that he came late." Cang Ji said, "There is someone in Qian Yu's heart, so there is no place for him."
Jinglin turned his head and said, "You know Qianyu like this?"
"Yeah, I see that he is well-behaved, submissive, and very cute." Cang Ji hugged his shoulders, "Besides, he is already a husband, so I have to ask him for advice on many things."
Jing Lin was silent, and heard that Fei Luo had stepped on the crossbar and stood up. He supported the sedan chair with one hand, raised the bamboo hat with the other, and said loudly, "Tomorrow, grandpa, I want to marry! All the ghosts in Lijin will come to drink, and the banquet will be set on 100,000 tables, and all the people who come from all directions are guests! All of you! Gotta drink! Give me a good time!"
The birds chirped in unison, the giant ox slashed its hoofs, and went around the city of Lijin three times before giving up. At the end, Fei Luo threw the whip and got off the sedan chair, leaned against the window and said to Qian Yu: "Sweetheart, after tonight, you and I will be husband and wife, and the things that promised you a few days ago will not count! Husband and wife are in the same room. There's no reason to shut me out again, right?"
Qian Yu slammed his fist on the window panel, and said in a cold voice, "I already have a husband!"
"Isn't it dead?" Fei Luo spit out a grass branch, "It is clearly written in the human life tree, it is a short-lived ghost. Don't worry, I can live for thousands of years, and I can grow old with you, but I have more time than mortals. ."
"Let me out!" Qian Yu looked at him through the gap and said over and over again, "I already have a husband."
Fei Luo kicked the sedan chair and said, "Am I not as good-looking as him? Am I not as good as him? I can give you everything he can give you. Hugh say a few pieces of paper, a few poems, I can give you this half of the yellow spring. My dear, why do you have to suffer for hundreds of years, and transfer all this deep affection to me, you can be much happier?"
"You don't understand the words of love in this world at all." Qian Yu leaned her head against the window and said, "...I don't want anything else, I just want Zuo Lang!"
Fei Luo turned his head and said to him: "You are so beautiful, compared to the Nine Heavens, only Dongjun and Linsong can overwhelm you. I cherish your color, I really want to be good to you, why don't you want it? ?"
Qian Yu knew that he didn't understand at all, and only said: "If you really love color, why don't you marry Dongjun?"
"Even though Dongjun's skin is gorgeous, his true appearance is fierce. Besides, he was born in a sea of blood demon, and I was flustered when I was with him. However," Fei Luo laughed, "Hundreds of years ago, Lord Linsong once hung in the clouds. Listening to Fan said, the face of the world is ashamed, even the goddess Shengle has to retreat. After Lin Songjun became the king and god, Shengle, who used to be the first color in the world, will no longer see people. To tell you the truth, Lin Song Before Song Jun died, I made up my mind to marry him."
Cang Ji could still listen to it at first, but when he smelled this sentence, the window wood under his hand cracked with a "bang".