Judgement

Chapter 14 Encounter with the Monk by Coincidence

While listening to Cui Yu's introduction of this Netherworld, Chen Mengsheng was constantly confused, and walked towards the ten halls of Hades.

Hearing the screams coming from the punishment officer, he stopped and looked at the punishment officer.I saw a large stove in the middle of the Punishment Department, and several humanoid souls were roasting on top of the blue flames, and the screams came from the roasted people.

Chen Mengsheng asked Cui Yu: "What crime did these people commit? Are they going to be roasted?"

Cui Yu replied with a smile: "Reporting to the gods, there is a ghost three feet above the head. Anyone who has committed a great evil in his life will be punished after his death. The fire in the furnace is the ghost fire of the ghost. This is the fire torture." , According to what the wicked person did before, there are also punishments such as cutting out the heart and pulling out the tongue, frying pan with sharp knife and so on. Shangxian, these are karma.”

Chen Mengsheng was surprised to find that those ghost soldiers were very afraid of him, and kept calling him an immortal, but he really didn't understand and asked Cui Yu, Cui Yu kept silent and didn't answer.

Chen Mengsheng followed Cui Yu to a large hall.On the top of the hall is a man with a fair face, wearing a crown and hanging sachets to protect his ears, wearing a black robe with a jade belt around his waist, holding a jade wat on his chest, and standing on both sides are ox-headed and horse-faced people.Cui Yu stepped forward to salute that person and said, "Report to God Lord Yama, the immortal has arrived to receive you."

The person sitting upright got up and said: "The little god Yan Luo is the god of this nether world, and he bows to the immortal."

Chen Mengsheng asked: "Why do you also call me Shangxian, who am I?"

"Who is the Shangxian, the little god dare not say. The Shangxian will know soon, because the Shangxian made an appointment with the Guanyin master at the Fengshentai on that day, went through the tribulations of the three generations, and passed the world through the six reincarnations. I don't know if the Shangxian still remembers it. no?"

Chen Mengsheng thought for a long time and shook his head, what Kunlun Mountain?What Avalokitesvara?Chen Mengsheng's mind was full of chaos.

Yan Luo conjured a thin brocade box from the jade wat, and walked to Chen Mengsheng with the brocade box in his hand.Open the brocade box and there is a book and a pen inside.

Yan Luo said: "Shangxian, this is the life and death book written by the judge. It is the most precious treasure in the underworld. I hope the Shangxian can use this thing to ascend to the immortals and return to the heaven as soon as possible." Yan Luo Shenjun showed Chen Mengsheng how to use this thing.

Chen Mengsheng had just received the brocade box, but he was still full of doubts in his heart. Just when he wanted to ask, he saw the golden light shot into his forehead by Yan Jun's finger.

"Ahh..." A huge pain in the head made Chen Mengsheng's eyes darken, and Chen Mengsheng didn't know anything about the next thing...

When Chen Mengsheng woke up, he found that his whole body was in pain, and he couldn't remember what happened.Chen Mengsheng slowly got up from the ground, wondering why he slept on the ground.There were two pairs of cups and chopsticks on the table, and the chicken in the lotus leaf bag was already exuding a disgusting stench.

Chen Mengsheng was stunned for a long time and could only vaguely remember a strange dream, in which there were many ghosts and Lord Hades.Trying hard to remember the pain at the other end as if it was about to split, there was a pool of blood on the front of my chest, and when I touched my chest, I felt a sharp pain.

Chen Mengsheng opened the door, and the sky outside was already high in the sun.Walking on foot, Chen Mengsheng always felt that the road under his feet was very familiar.While walking, a man ran out of a hotel on the side of the road and stopped Chen Mengsheng.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, where have you been for the past three days? Why don't you take the burden to sell fish at the market?"

Chen Mengsheng fixed his eyes on this person, he was so familiar but couldn't remember who it was.Asked: "Old man, who are you?"

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter with you? I haven't seen you for three days and I've forgotten it? I'm the shopkeeper Lu of Taibailou. You've come to my store every day to buy wine for these years." Shopkeeper Lu stared blankly. , seeing the blood on his chest, Chen Mengsheng was very puzzled...

Chen Mengsheng shook his head, and walked straight forward, leaving only the shopkeeper Lu of the Taibai Building in a daze beside the walk.Chen Mengsheng went further and arrived at the bazaar. There were many people in the bazaar who nodded and greeted Chen Mengsheng.Just at this time, an old man flashed out from the crowd.He was dressed in black robes, with black air rising from the top of his head, he took a step of more than three feet, and came straight to Chen Mengsheng.

The old man came to Chen Mengsheng in a blink of an eye, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped Chen Mengsheng across the face.Chen Mengsheng's [-]-foot-tall strong man turned out to be beaten and turned around in a big circle. Chen Mengsheng just wanted to ask the old man in black.Unexpectedly, the old man stretched out his hand and slapped Chen Mengsheng twice again.Chen Mengsheng was knocked to the ground by that, and every time the old man hit Chen Mengsheng, he would become one foot shorter. The old man who was originally only six feet was now only less than three feet left, and the old man stomped his feet fiercely and ran away.

Chen Mengsheng was helped up by two sisters-in-law who were watching: "Young fish seller, what's wrong with you today? Why are you spinning around all by yourself? See if you fell down."

"No, an old man in a black robe hit me just now. Didn't you see it?"

"Young man, you are dazzled. We have so many people here, but we didn't see any old man in a black robe. I just saw you circling around here as if you were having a convulsion, and then fell down. Everyone said Isn't that right?" Everyone nodded in agreement.

Chen Mengsheng couldn't speak clearly, so he continued to walk forward helplessly.He didn't know where he was going, anyway, he felt that this road was very familiar to him, and he wanted to get back the memory in his mind.There were many people around the corner of the road, and loud laughter came out from time to time.Chen Mengsheng also surrounded him and only saw a scholar selling a painting.The painting was nearly two feet long, and there was a ruffian on the side of the street who was reciting word by word: "Picture of going to the grave during the Qingming Festival".The bookish one turned pale.

Chen Mengsheng also went in to look at the painting, and saw that in the painting, there were several huts, grass bridges, running water, old trees and boats hidden in the mist of the sparse forest.Two porters drove five donkeys carrying charcoal to the city.A piece of willow forest, the branches have just turned green, which makes people feel that although the spring is cold, the earth has returned to spring.On the road was a sedan chair with a woman sitting in it.The top of the sedan chair is decorated with willow and miscellaneous flowers, and behind the sedan chair are riders and bearers who have returned from an outing in the suburbs of Beijing to visit graves.The busy Bianhe wharf, Bianhe is the national water transportation hub in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the main commercial traffic route. From the picture, we can see that there are densely populated people and grain boats gathered. Some people are resting in teahouses, some are reading fortune-telling, and some are eating in restaurants. of.There is also "Wang's Paper Horse Store", which is for tomb sweeping and selling sacrifices.

The boats in the river come and go, end to end, or pulled by the trackers, or rowed by the boatman. Some are full of cargo, going upstream, and some are moored at the shore, and are nervously unloading.Across the Bianhe River is a large-scale wooden arch bridge with exquisite structure and beautiful form.It looks like a flying rainbow, hence the name Hongqiao.A large ship was waiting to cross the bridge.The boatmen used bamboo poles to support them; some used long poles to hook the bridge;The people on the neighboring boat were also pointing and yelling something.Both inside and outside the ship are busy crossing the bridge for this ship.The people on the bridge were also sweating over the tense scene of crossing the boat.

The bustling urban streets are centered on tall city towers, with rows of houses on both sides, including teahouses, restaurants, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses and so on.The shops specialize in silks and satins, jewelry and spices, incense, paper horses, etc. In addition, there are medical clinics, cart repairs, fortune-telling, facial repairs, and cosmetic surgery. There are merchants doing business, gentry watching the street, officials riding horses, peddlers, family members in sedan chairs, and so on. There are wandering monks with baskets on their backs, tourists from other places asking for directions, children in the streets and alleys who listen to books, children of wealthy families drinking in restaurants, disabled old people begging on the edge of the city, men, women, old and young, scholars, farmers, businessmen, all three religions and nine streams. Unprepared.Means of transportation: There are sedan chairs, camels, oxen and horse-drawn carts, rickshaws, Taiping carts, flat-headed carts, all kinds and everything is available.

The ruffian continued: "The little widow of the woman riding the donkey still wears filial piety on her head, and she is looking at people for fun. She must want to marry someone." Zhenmu, who presses the painting, wants to beat that ruffian.The ruffian turned around and ran away when he saw something was wrong, and Zhenmu called straight at Chen Mengsheng.

"Don't hit, don't hit. One hit is three points." A broken fan blocked the town wood.In front of Chen Mengsheng, a monk in ragged clothes suddenly appeared.