Fan Jianming thought: Is this the entrance to the legendary underworld?
I thought that only humans like to pretend to be compared. I didn’t expect that the underworld pretender is big enough. Since I have come here, I will still be frightened by your little tricks.
At this moment, a gold-rimmed plaque appeared above the gate, with the words "Birth and Death" written on it.
The four large black characters showed a gloomy light, as if they were still wriggling.
Damn it, pretend to be a fool in front of me?
Don't say it's fake, but what can I do if it's true?
Fan Jianming was about to step forward to push the door. Suddenly he felt a gloomy wind blowing behind him. Looking back, in the distant sky, like a group of wild geese, arranged in a herringbone, were flying towards this side.
Damn, there are geese in this underworld too?
Wasn't it shot to death in the world, and then the soul flew towards the underworld?
Fan Jianming was thinking about it. The two rows of wild geese were getting closer and closer, and they didn't see it until they were almost at the door. It turned out that the legendary hell messenger Niu Tau and Ma Mian were in front of them.
I saw the bull head holding the steel fork, the horse face holding the spear, and two rows of people strung on the chain behind him, floating from far to near.
Those people are in various poses, but their looks are horrible.
Among them are men, women and children. In terms of dress, they should cover workers, peasants, soldiers, and businessmen, but they are all faceless, some are skinny, some lack arms and legs, and it is rare to see a kind face, but looks like Like zombies.
Under the lead of the tauren face, they directly penetrated the opposite dark red door, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Well, this door is fake?
Fan Jianming reached out and touched the back of his head, and walked over directly.
Don't tell me, he didn't go to the door, it seemed to exist, walking past it was like a cloud of air, and when he looked back, why did they still exist.
This is strange.
It is actually the gate of nothingness, why is it still visible?
Fan Jianming looked at the two teams floating in the sky, followed behind, and suddenly found a stone stele in front of which was engraved with thirty-two characters—Wuwei Dadao, God knows human love. Inaction is innocent, ghosts appear in human form. Words from the heart, ghosts and voices The ban is full, and the soul is conquered.
Needless to say, this stone tablet is also nothing.
Fan Jianming stepped over, and as expected, the stone tablet was gone.
Fan Jianming continued to walk forward, looking at a cloud of cold light from a distance, revealing an aura of gloom and death.
Fan Jianming quickened his speed and rushed over to see, but it was an incomparably dark
Main hall.
A plaque was hung in the center of the main hall with four characters-Qin Guangwang Hall.
In front of the temple stood a stone tablet exactly the same size as the one just now, with twenty-eight characters inscribed on it-a hall of Qin Guang's wicked mirror platform, and the guilty soul was brought in; the deceased came here to face the wicked mirror and see the black heart in his life.
Literally speaking, after all the dead of the dead come to Fujian, they must first be led to the Nie Jingtai, stand in front of the Nie Jing, and witness the experience of this life with their own eyes, especially any bad things they have done in secret. Item.
Fan Jianming feels that this is a bit like a human court. The judge presents the bad things you have done in your life one by one, and then, based on these facts, sentence and convict the soul of the dead.
Fan Jianming frowned slightly.
In the past, he had only heard of the Palace of Yama and the King of Yama.
It is said that King Yama was appointed by Jiang Ziya after Huang Feihu's death, so why is there a palace of King Qin Guang appearing here?
And according to the old saying, the so-called hell has eighteen layers.
But when he called the four great judges before, he urged the judge to tell him that there are ten Yama Kings in the underworld, and the crime Huang Hanbin committed was to be sent to the Equality King in the Ninth Hall of Yama after his death.
At that time, Fan Jianming attacked his heart with energy and blood, and he didn't think much about it. Now it seems that there is still a gap between the real underworld and the usual understanding of human beings.
When Fan Jianming was considering whether to go in, suddenly two tall, thin, short and fat people rushed out of the temple. They saw that they were holding handcuffs and fetters in their hands, and they turned towards Fan Jianming without saying a word. Pounced.
What the hell!
The four judges were very respectful when they saw Lao Tzu, these two guys were blind, and they wanted to catch Lao Tzu without saying a word.
Fan Jianming didn't move, he just looked at how these two guys caught themselves?
Those two guys were really unambiguous, one on the top and one on the bottom, one handcuffing Fan Jianming's hand, and the other handcuffing his foot.
The two people work together seamlessly, just like a person.
After they handcuffed Fan Jianming, they turned and walked towards the palace of King Qin Guang, but Fan Jianming's soul still stood still.
The two of them didn't take two steps, and they seemed to have discovered something.
Looking back, there was no soul in the chain behind him.
They swiftly returned to Fan Jianming and handcuffed him again. Instead of turning around this time, they faced Fan Jianming's handcuffs and shackles, only to find that the handcuffs and shackles fell off silently.
"Huh?" The short and fat man sipped: "Why, labor and management have caught a ghost for a lifetime. I haven't encountered such an evil one."
The tall and thin brows furrowed tightly, and he responded, "This
Don't you be a ghost, kid? "
"Nonsense," the short and fat white gave him a glance: "Isn't he a ghost who can come here?"
The tall and thin face looked at Fan Jianming in surprise, and asked, "Hey, who are you?"
Fan Jianming thought the two of them were quite funny. If you talk about cross talk in the world, it would be fun. How could you go to the underworld and act as a ghost hunter like a cow-head and horse face?
Fan Jianming asked, "Who are you two?"
"Blind?" said the short and fat man: "We are the black and white impermanence among the ten masters of the underworld!"
This black and white impermanence did not wait for the idle generation. They were among the ten great masters, just like the bull-headed horse face that passed over Fan Jianming's head at the entrance of the hall just now.
The so-called ten great masters are ghost king, day tour, night tour, impermanence, bull head, horse face, leopard tail, beak, fish gill and wasp.
They each perform their duties, each do their best, each lead his troops, each punish his evil, and each retaliate for his merits.
No matter how capable the evil spirits are, even if they can go to the sky, they can hardly escape the palm of their hands.
Fan Jianming bowed: "It turns out that there are two impermanences in black and white. I'm... Fan Jianming. The first time I came to the underworld, I wanted to look around and look forward to the two Haihan."
Fan Jianming originally wanted to pretend to be a match, and report his name in the immortal world. The problem is that he doesn't even know what he is, so he can only report the human name.
The problem is that in the underworld, in addition to the judges and King Yama, who are ranked above the top ten martial masters, there is also the Emperor Fengdu, and the people below do not know him at all.
In other words, because the Taoism is too shallow, it is impossible to tell who he is.
Especially these great masters, they only deal with the souls of the world, and they don’t understand the things of the gods at all. Except for the more famous gods, the general little gods, especially those who have cultivated to become gods and immortals, they don’t. know.
After hearing Fan Jianming's introduction, Black and White Impermanent glanced at each other with a blank expression, thinking: Is this guy sick? It's okay to go to the underworld to wander around, do you think this is a park or a supermarket?
More importantly, they also felt that Fan Jianming was a bit wicked.
If he was a human being, how could his soul be separated from the body and ran to the underworld?
If they are the souls of the dead, how come they can't be handcuffed by their own cold iron shackles?
If it's a god in the heavens, wouldn't he be dressed like this?
For hundreds of years, I have never heard of anyone who has cultivated into a god or immortal in the world. If he were a god in the heavens, it would be impossible to wear such fashionable clothes.
The two made a color and rushed towards Fan Jianming again.
(End of this chapter)