"Yeah." I nodded, put my luggage on my back, then walked to the middle of the villa hall and sat down cross-legged. The four elders sat down cross-legged in the east, south, west and north, one meter away from me, surrounding me in the middle.
"Hold the relic tightly in your palm, then close your eyes and don't think about anything." I heard the elder's words in my ears. I quickly closed my mind and held the relic tightly in my hand. Suddenly, I heard the sound of chanting. This sound was different from the annoying chanting noise I usually hear. It would make people calm down, and their heads would slowly sink down, as if they were very sleepy. I fell asleep in a daze.
But it was like a flash, I just fell asleep and suddenly woke up. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was on a wide road. The road was five meters wide and the ground was covered with fluffy green grass. The road was straight and led to somewhere unknown. There were yellow wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the road. The wild chrysanthemums were endless, as if there was no camera. Occasionally, I could see a few butterflies flying over the wild chrysanthemums and smell a faint floral fragrance.
Is this the Yellow Spring Road? This is unscientific. The sky here is blue, and there are birds singing and flowers blooming all around. In reality, there are few such beautiful places. How could such a beautiful place be the legendary Yellow Spring Road? People are always afraid of death, and think that the Yellow Spring Road is terrifying, and that living in reality is the most beautiful. But who would have thought that the terrifying Yellow Spring Road is a much more beautiful place than in reality. "
I looked around and it seemed like there was only a small path leading to the distance, and behind me was the end of a railway track. It seemed that I could take a train to get here, and then walk across the Yellow Spring Road to the Naihe Bridge. In other words, if I kept walking along this road, I would reach the Naihe Bridge. Living Buddha Brenda said that the gap in this road was in the middle of the Yellow Spring Road.
Before I had time to think about it, I suddenly heard the sound of a train roaring behind me, puff puff.
I turned around and saw a green train stopped ten meters behind me. There were about twenty carriages in this train, and people crowded out of the carriages. There was also a ghost messenger dressed in ancient yamen clothes in each carriage. After getting off the train, these ghosts were divided into twenty-two groups according to the previous carriages, and then the ghost messengers began to count the number of people.
"One hundred and twenty-eight, one hundred and twenty-nine." Suddenly, the ghost closest to me pointed at me and read out the numbers, but after he finished reading, he said strangely: "That's not right, how come there is suddenly one more? Enter it again, one, two, three..."
I was shocked when I heard the words of this ghost messenger. A ghost that comes down without a ghost heart is just like a ghost who sneaks across the border in reality, which is very dangerous. Once it is found out that you have no ghost heart, all the ghost messengers will want to capture you and make you a meritorious person. If there are only one or two, three or four ghost messengers, I am definitely not afraid. Even if there are five ghost messengers, I might be able to run away. But there are twenty-two ghost messengers, and each of them is very capable. Of course, Black and White Impermanence is their boss, and their strength cannot be as strong as Black and White Impermanence, but they will not be weak either.
You have to know that these ghost officers are catching evil ghosts and fierce ghosts all year round. At this time, seeing that this ghost officer was still counting the number of people seriously, I knew that if he counted clearly and found out that I had no ghost heart, I would be doomed. I also slowly approached this ghost officer. Of course, this ghost officer was counting the number of people seriously at this time, and did not care about me approaching him. After all, in his heart, I was just an ordinary ghost.
Now I feel like there are only two options left for me. One is to let this ghost catcher clear me out, and then have more than twenty ghost catchers surround and beat me up, and finally beat me half to death and lock me up in the underworld. This would be considered a good outcome. At that time, there would be no point in talking about sealing the gap in the Yellow Springs Road.
The other option is to attack suddenly now, while this ghost messenger is still carefully counting the number of ghosts, and kill him in one second. By then, one ghost messenger will be dead, and the other twenty-one ghost messengers will definitely be in chaos, and you can take advantage of the chaos to escape.
Although the two plans look similar, the results are definitely different. Thinking of this, I slowly approached the ghost. I also quietly took out the copper coin sword from my bag, ready to chop him to death with the sword finger talisman. Just when I was only two meters away from the ghost and was about to take action, I suddenly heard a ghost not far away shouting: "Brother Wang, what are you doing?"
When I heard the ghost's shout, my hands trembled and my movements naturally slowed down. The most important thing was that the voice belonged to Liu Peng. This ghost called Brother Wang looked to be in his forties, with a small mustache and looked quite refined. When he heard the ghost's shout, he turned around and said, "Xiao Liu, it seems that we counted one more person when we were counting the number of people just now. Aren't we going to check it again?"
The ghost called Xiao Liu walked over and it turned out to be Liu Peng. Liu Peng was wearing the clothes of an ancient yamen runner, with a knife on his waist and a hat, just like a Peking opera singer. No wonder I didn't recognize him at first.
Liu Peng came over and looked at me meaningfully, then gave me a look that probably meant for me to stop. Then he put his arm around the shoulders of Brother Wang, the ghost messenger, and said, "If you counted wrong, then it's wrong. How can others know how much you wrote? Brother Wang is good in everything, but he is too responsible for his work. He is simply a role model for us new ghost messengers. I will definitely vote for you when we elect a team leader next time."
After hearing what Liu Peng said, the ghost called Brother Wang turned around and glared at me, then said with a smile: "No, old people get tired easily. Xiao Liu, please help me manage these ghosts. I have to get on the train and rest for a while."
"Of course, of course. It's my duty to help you, seniors. Next time when we elect a team leader, I'll have to get a few brothers to vote for you." Liu Peng said to the ghost messenger with a smile on his face. The ghost messenger seemed very satisfied after hearing this, and happily turned around and got on the train.
The other ghost officials didn't notice what was happening here. As for the ghosts, they all looked at Liu Peng nervously, as if they were very scared. Most of them had confusion on their faces, probably because they couldn't believe that they were dead.
Liu Peng watched the ghost called Brother Wang get on the car, put his arm around my shoulder and walked two steps to a place where there were no ghosts. He said, "What were you doing just now? Did you want to attack him? Are you looking for death?"