All living beings in hell

Chapter 34 - The Guardian
The ghosts in hell have two main schools of thought on the New Year in the human world.

The ghosts who are nostalgic for the fireworks in the world still retain the memories of the world, and they are thinking about the New Year.

Every New Year, they think back to how they used to celebrate the New Year in the world, immersed in their own imagination, as if the living room, bedroom, corridor appeared out of thin air around them... They imitated ordinary people to remove dust, wash clothes, pour water, cut vegetables, and lay down. Pot, chopsticks and other actions.It will also call other nostalgic ghosts to do cleaning in the air together.

On New Year's Eve, a group of ghosts will gather together and eat a non-existent New Year's Eve dinner.Everything is restoring their few remaining human memories.Some ghosts even danced happily, as if they were not in purgatory but in bliss.

Among the ghosts who are nostalgic for the old world, there are also some ghosts who look sad every festival.Every sound of firecrackers from the world made them tremble, and they seemed to be in great pain all over their bodies.

These sad ghosts also tried to join the "cleaning" team, but they were overwhelmed by the sound of firecrackers.

This part of the ghost is the most tragic, thinking about the New Year, but unable to enjoy the New Year.Those happy ghosts don't understand the pain of their companions, they just think they are guys who come to spoil the atmosphere.

The happier the other ghosts, the sadder the group of ghosts.To the point of extreme happiness and extreme sadness, the two sides wrestle together.

The other faction is the ghosts who have no feeling about the New Year.

In hell, time is constant, there is no alternation of day and night, no seasons of spring and autumn, and units of measurement such as minutes, hours, weeks, and months have completely lost all meaning here.Chinese New Year is a human event, a festival that is set up by human beings to celebrate, and has little to do with other latitudes and creatures.It's not that the ghosts from the world don't understand the New Year at all.

Some are downright indifferent to the matter, while others are vaguely displeased with the other faction's fanfare.

This sense of displeasure has nothing to do with the Chinese New Year itself, it's just that some ghosts can't see other ghosts having fun.Once you see that the seedlings of happiness are about to grow, you must try to strangle them all in their infancy.

Because of this, every Chinese New Year, there are more fighting incidents in hell than ever before.These ghosts wrestle together, howl and bite for their own understanding of "Nian". There is no way to carry out the "big cleaning" properly, and there is no way to eat the "New Year's Eve dinner".

In hell, good things are always short-lived.Compared to having a good year, it is more important to fight each other to the death.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year in the human world, but there are no statutory holidays in hell, and all working hours are determined according to your actual state.

The so-called actual state—putting aside my mortal affairs aside—physical health, mental health, and mental health are also a large part of the factors that determine whether I am suitable to go to work in hell today.If the body is already tired and the mind is messy, it is impossible to receive guests well.

If you neglect the guests because of your own physical and mental exhaustion, self-blame will inevitably appear.

This feeling of self-blame is like a sapphire pen hitting himself on the head.

To sum up, although I don't feel that I am a first-class person today, I am still able to receive guests in general.

Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers outside the window came from a distance. Along with the joy of the world, I opened my arms and jumped into hell.

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed No.20 No. [-] customer.

"Ah! I didn't expect the writer to be open today!" A young man's voice came from the door. The voice was not high but magnetic, reminding me of a young pop singer.

There was the sound of horseshoes stomping on the ground, and the man's voice was getting closer: "Other mortal officials in hell have gone to rest. It is not convenient to do anything today, but they have been shut down all day."

Listening to the sound of hoofbeats, I thought the guests were coming in on horses (maybe leading them).When the guest got closer, I realized that the guest turned out to be a horse!
The upper part of the human body is bare, revealing a strong chest outline and abdominal muscles, and the arms are slender and muscular.He has no navel, and the underbelly begins to grow densely the short reddish-brown fur of a horse with white spots, black hooves, and a black tail.The man had long black dreadlocks, sharp brows, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a pair of light golden eyes with a somewhat belligerent air.

The people and horses were tall, and the wooden chair seemed too small in front of him.He politely removed the wooden chair, half-kneeled down on his front hooves and hind legs, and sat down in front of the wooden table.

"Hello, how should I address you?" I spread my pen and ink.

"Dada Chikel," replied the centaur, "call me Dada, as my friends call me."

I wrote his name on the rice paper: "Okay Dada, may I ask why you came to me today?"

"It's nothing. I've been in hell for a long time, and I'm very lonely. I just want to talk to someone."

"Also," while speaking, the sound of fireworks blooming came from the world again and again.

I listened to the sound of fireworks and asked, "Can you drink?"

"Drink, there is no one who doesn't drink! I will also celebrate for you, and come back to work after the festival, which is really fulfilling my duty."

I took out the cloud wine and the pottery bowl and poured it for myself and him.This altar of cloud wine was just received two days ago, and it is said that it is not as hot as before.

"It's done, Mr. Writer!" The men and horses were also bold. They touched the pottery bowl on the table, raised their heads and drank it, and made a few snorting sounds: "Good wine! Mr. Writer!"

I drank half a bowl by myself, the wine was indeed much softer, and I felt a familiar warmth in my esophagus and stomach.

"Dada, how did you end up in hell?" I asked, refilling Dada's wine.

Dada drank another half a bowl, then shook his head: "This matter, I came to hell to work as an errand, and later I thought this place was not bad, so I stayed."

"What errand? Are you still on errand?"

"In the beginning, I was sent down as the protector of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn't seem to need me as a Dharma protector. I wandered around the Bodhisattva's cave every day, doing nothing, and later asked the Bodhisattva to let me travel in hell. The Bodhisattva also readily agreed, and I left the Bodhisattva Cave, and now I am just an unemployed priest."

"Where were you sent down from? Who sent you down?"

"Sirius," Dada took a sip of his wine, "I can't say who sent me down."

"Why did you send you down to be a Dharma protector?"

"My boss said that the turmoil in the human world has not been peaceful in recent years. If the human world is not stable, the three realms will be affected. The number of sentient beings in hell has seen an increase, but the number of official positions has not changed. The workload has increased rapidly. Look at Bai Impermanence's face is almost exhausted into black impermanence."

I listened to him and laughed: "And then?"

"Hell began to mobilize resources from all dimensions to increase the number of people employed. Look, now weak mortals like you are coming to Hell to take up jobs. This was not common before."

Dada seemed to be aware of his words, and quickly explained.

"Oh, my lord, I don't mean to offend. I just want to explain that the body of a mortal is the least suitable for working in hell in the three realms. To be honest, look at you, there are many minor illnesses, what are you talking about?" Xiaofeng will have a fever and catch a cold when he gets a cold. This kind of symptom has never been seen in us people. Even if we are naked in the cold winter for three days and three nights, we will not have a fever... Hey, it's better not to explain it, I don't mean to offend." Dada snorted again.

"Yes, I understand, no offense. What about the post of law enforcement?"

"Dharma protector, to maintain order, you have to act as a bodyguard when necessary. To put it bluntly, you have to have a correct concept, a bright mind, and you have to be able to fight. But tell me, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva already has Dharma protectors, and I don't need my ability." Damn, maintaining order seems to have its own set of management methods. Every time I ask the Bodhisattva what I should do, the Bodhisattva will say, just do what I want to do. How do I know what to do!"

Dada took a big sip of wine in frustration.The pottery bowl was empty again, so I continued to fill it up for him.

"Well, do what you want. So what do you think about it?"

"Then I don't want to be a Dharma protector anymore! I can't bear the boredom. So, I resigned, and I just go for a ride in hell every day. Look at the copper pot boiling people, and a few more souls fell from the suicide cliff Lah. Feed the crocodiles in the sea of ​​blood, and chat with Granny Meng. It’s all good. I think I’m done playing in hell, so I’ll go back to Sirius to report.”

"When do you plan to return to Sirius?"

"Except for the lowest level of hell, I didn't go, and the rest of the game is almost the same. It is said that the lowest level of hell is terrible. There are the most resentful souls, the most powerful ghosts, and the most chaotic, dirty and shameless things in the three worlds. There. Even black and white impermanence goes down to the lower level to work, you have to put on several layers of gold cloth shirts, golden bell cover."

The horse lowered its voice.

"Even if they put on layers of protection, I see that every time they come back from work, they are in a trance, as if they have lost layers of skin. Tell me, as a Dharma protector, ah no, before Even though the Guardian can fight, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to find trouble for myself and go to the bottom of hell. Although I’m curious about the last floor, it’s not a popular tourist attraction, right?”

"What are your next plans?"

"I'm planning, I wanted to run for a day today, and I went through all the formalities. After finishing, I went back to Sirius. Who knows that the Spring Festival is in your world, and most of the civil servants are you humans, and no one will go through the formalities. If I can’t go through the formalities, even if I go back, I won’t be able to explain to my boss. That’s all, let’s play for a few more days.”

Dada drank very fast, he couldn't wait for me to pour the wine for him, he picked up the wine jar and poured it himself.

"My lord, they are all priests, so I'm not being polite to you."

"You're welcome, as you please."

I watched Dada lift the wine jar effortlessly, her beautiful arm muscles bulging.I stared at his beautiful muscle lines and lost my mind for a while.

"The writer is also a straightforward person. There is something I want to tell you directly."

"Well, you said."

"I envy civilians like you."

"Oh? Why are you envious?"

"You don't need to fight, you don't need to charge into battle, just use your pen. At least you don't have to work so hard physically." Dada said, touching his washboard-like abdominal muscles.

I think back to all the fights I had with hell beings before... It seems that everyone still has a lot of misunderstandings about the concept of "civilian personnel"...

"Well. Then why don't you become a civil servant?" I asked.

"Have you ever seen someone write on horseback?"

"I have seen very few people and horses, probably not representative of anything."

Dada flicked his dreadlocks: "Then I'll tell you! My lord, the writer! We are born to charge forward! The job of writing is not related to our race!"

"Aren't there any writers in your family?"

Dada thought for a moment: "My younger sister can draw. There is none left."

"Do you want to be a civil servant?"

"I don't think about it. Sometimes I feel tired, fighting and killing, and it's boring. But I feel that it really makes me feel at ease. If I am like you, listening to other people's nagging at my desk every day, I'm afraid it will be too soon. It’s so annoying that I can’t write a single word. Hey! My lord, you are so patient! Come on! Do it!”

Dada and I clinked wine bowls loudly, and there was a bang.The force is so great that I am really afraid that the wine bowl will break in my hands.

"No one has done it, so it doesn't mean you can't do it," I said, "If you really want to try it, you can try it after returning to Sirius."

"It's not unreasonable, you can! Try it!"

Dada seemed to be drinking to his heart's content, snorted a few more times, and stood up on his front hooves.

"That's it, Mr. Writer, it's getting late. I know your mortals' New Year customs, so go back early!"

"Thank you so much for thinking of me."

"You are welcome, the wine is good, the mood is good! Hahahaha!"

Dada stood up, raised the hooves of the horse high, and turned around in a circle, with a graceful posture.

"Let's go! Master Writer!"

"Well, good luck with the rest of your journey," I said.

"Come to Sirius to play with me when you have time!"

"If there is a fate, I will."

"Goodbye!" The sound of horseshoes paced to the door.

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)