The Buddha said that after death, there are three kinds of souls, good, bad, and worse. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info No matter what kind of soul it is, after death, it will fall into hell, like participating in the rituals of ancient gods, passing by the Sansheng Stone, walking across the Nai He Bridge, drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, and reciprocating in the six reincarnations. After that, the good people enter the way of heaven and humanity, the wicked enter the way of animals, and the more evil can only enter the way of hungry ghosts and hell.

The reason why the hell system has been able to develop so well to this day is all due to the credit of Jizo-sama. It is recorded in Buddhist scriptures that Jizo Bodhisattva once made a great wish: hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha. I don't know how many workers in hell were touched by this sentence at the beginning, do you think it is very easy to deal with evil spirits every day? Nowadays, society is all about democracy, and hegemony can only have a temporary effect, but it cannot convince people, and it will bring about a series of side effects. If it weren't for Jizo's conscientiousness, hard work, leading by example, and touching every soul around him with his perseverance and sincerity, no one would want to do it for a long time with no amount of benefits given by this kind of high-intensity and boring work!

The base camp of Hell is located in the Central Plains of the Ancient East, which is a different dimension from the human world 273 degrees. The so-called alien space is no different from this space, it is nothing more than time flowing at different speeds. Time in hell does not stand still, but compared to the human world, it will be much slower, and even if the earth perishes a hundred times, it is far from the end of a life cycle.

Jizo-sama said, "Whoever believes in me, enter my door!" Whether it is a cultivated soul or a bitter soul with deep grievances, as long as you sincerely desire the forgiveness and purification of Jizo Bodhisattva, Jizo-sama will accept them all.

When Fu Fu found the soul of Doctor Yang, he was walking on the Huangquan Road, led by impermanence in the direction of the gates of hell. When Fu Fu saw the gentle back of the master and his slow and solid steps, he naturally showed a childlike smile.

It was raining on the Huangquan Road, and the souls came and went, some were sad, some were silent, some lowered their heads, some strutted with their heads held high, some cried bitterly, some made up limericks and cursed people, and those who dared to punch and kick impermanence, and finally they could only end up with a severe whip. No matter how resistant and unwilling the ghosts are, they can't break free from the chains of impermanence. Why souls are treated like prisoners, why they are even more free after death, they are led to an unknown and terrifying world where they are waiting for them only in their own hearts as to whether they will be rewarded or punished.

Do you think this is misfortune? But when you were alive, you obviously had so much freedom and happiness, why did you never see how much you cherished it! There is order in the vicissitudes of life, and the universe is vast and boundless, and it is because of order in chaos that it has been able to survive endlessly. Shackles are not a bad thing, but order, and the souls who have experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow of the world have long been closely connected with the little by little of that world, and the power of inertia makes them unable to give up the penny they have when they are alive. Only the power of shackles, the power of toughness, can make the thoughts of anger and infatuation fortunate to be separated from the heart.

Fu Liang cleared his throat, he had an inexplicable awe of impermanence, and hesitated for a long time before calling out the word master. When Dr. Yang heard someone calling him from behind, he immediately stopped, and the sound was so deep in his heart that although it was close to his ears, it felt like a world away.

His ears were blown by the wind, and so did black and white impermanence, but on the Huangquan Road, please don't look back!

"Is that you?" said Doctor Yang as he stood still, his voice unusually dull in the drizzle. There are no relatives who come with him, so he thoughtfully stopped his steps, and his fluttering body swayed on the ground.

Fu Liang did not answer, but recited a poem sensationally: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, so they ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village!" No matter how loud the voice is, no one on the road looks at him, and people are going to their own destinations, and the voice from outside the heart can no longer be received. There are only two masters and apprentices who are affectionate and righteous, one facing and the other with their backs, with chaotic tears in their eyes.

"Master, this is the poem you taught me to read when I was five years old, do you remember?"

"Of course," Dr. Yang replied, "I still remember that it took many days to learn to help the weak!" his smile opened like a ripple.

"It's really stupid to help the weak, everything is half-hearted, for this master's board!" "Help the weak smiled, completely like a child, he shook his head, he couldn't let go of it back then, but now it doesn't matter if he makes fun of himself.

"If you do it all over again, the master would rather you not learn it than beat you. Physician Yang sighed, as if repentant, more like looking back.

Master, after all, he is still so kind.

"No, master, I am very grateful to the master for his nurturing grace over the years, what the master taught me, I have all remembered it in my heart, and I have never forgotten it!" Back then, when he transformed into a human form for the second time from the bone pool, he had nothing to rely on, and although Dakenseri was his only friend, he was only a physical and formless energy body, and he had absolutely no ability to raise a baby to adulthood.

"Help the weak, it's not early, go back! Yang Yunshu interrupted him, revealing a cold to the bone. The night of hell is the day of the world, and once the hour passes, the Huangquan Road will disappear, and he is afraid that if it is delayed for a long time, the weak will not be able to find their way home.

"Master!" "It's heart-wrenching to help the weak, can you give me a chance to make up for my mistakes?" he thought.

Unexpectedly, the words he had prepared for a long time before were all like jokes in front of the master, those ideas about trading, the ideas of helping him to regenerate his soul, seemed so despicable and dirty at this time, and the master's voice was so holy that it was difficult for him to speak.

"It doesn't matter if it lives or dies, it's just a reckless bird that passes by without leaving a trace. Doctor Yang shook his head and said with emotion, "Help the weak, the fate of our master and apprentice has ended here, you can go!"

Fu Liang looked at the master's back, stunned, he pursed his lips, and opened and closed silently. He hoped that these words did not come out of his mouth, he hoped that the master could live again, he could go to apologize to Senior Sister Luoying and admit his mistakes, begging her to keep him, he could give up his absurd dream of revenge and be an ordinary apprentice doctor, and the three of them could spend every inch of splendid time as before, fully and happily.

However, everything can only burst like a bubble, like subjective conjecture, vulnerable to reality.

"Dangdang Dang!" As a string of crisp and long bells sounded, realizing Yang Yunshu's meaning, the impermanence and the two quickly straightened up, and after jumping up and down, they pulled the brass bells on their fingertips and continued to move forward.

Fu Liang stood in place, his mind flew farther and farther in the dimness, the memory was the surging tide, watching Yang Yunshu's back cross the sky, until everything disappeared into the majestic and solemn gate of hell, where the waves kept beating and moving day and night.