Chapter 302: Return to the bardo
Disc Immortal Han sighed: "I will accompany you to the Netherworld, and in the next few days, I will accompany you to the last journey of your life, and our previous agreement is also invalid, you don't have to capture any souls for me...... While you still have time, spend more time with your sister and see more of the world. ”
I nodded, didn't even make any response, grabbed half a jade pendant in my hand, closed my eyes, and silently recited the mantra to enter the bardo.
How many times have I turned back from the brink of death, stepped into the underworld with half a foot, only to be pulled back again.
But as I said before, people's good fortune will run out sooner or later.
In the vast sea of people, among countless individuals, I am special, I have a mysterious phoenix egg in my body, but this does not mean that I can be above death.
After all, I am only a mortal, and I am not the chosen one.
Therefore, it did not surprise me that Saucer Immortal predicted my death, in fact, my heart at the moment was very calm.
I always thought I was afraid of death, but when it was my final chapter, when it really came, I was relieved.
Please give me some more time, I have two things that must be done before I die.
Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, I fell asleep, and in eternal darkness, my soul fell into a bottomless abyss.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a closed chamber.
I still remember here, last time, after passing the third level guarded by Li Sisi, I returned to the world from here.
It acts as a buffer between connecting levels for the soul to rest.
Getting up, I looked around, Li Sisi had already left, but her fragrance was still in the air.
Ahead is a rusty gate with a "four" painted on it
At the fourth level, I'm coming.
Sister, I'm no longer the thin, savage, and ignorant child I was when I was at the beginning. I have the strength to break through all the levels.
From this moment on, the netherworld can no longer trap me.
No matter how heavy the price is, today, I will take you back to the world.
I gritted my teeth, stepped forward quickly, and pushed open the iron door fiercely!
Behind the door, there is an area that resembles an abandoned workshop or slaughterhouse, and the smell of blood mixed with rust is in the air.
As soon as I stepped into the area, the door was gone.
Ahead was a teleportation device, creaking and crunching, and a bloody corpse was hung upside down in the air, sent by the conveyor belt to the roaring meat grinder, and fell.
The corpse was immediately rolled into a meat puree, and on the other side, several people in white coats were making dumplings with those meat fillings.
Some people cut green onions, some people chop ginger, and some roll the skin of noodles, the division of labor is clear, and the cooperation is orderly.
The workshop is spacious and far from the edge, but there are no other superfluous characters in it except for these dumpling-making people, and rusty parts are piled up everywhere in the distance.
I know that the level is formed by the karma of my life, but I don't remember any bad things I did related to making dumplings.
Don't think too much about it, this is not the underworld, the Tao follows the soul and brings it in together, I won't be like before, trembling and looking for clues to get through the level.
Let's just go straight to it.
If with the strength of my Rakshasa Nine Heavens, I can't pass these levels, then my path will really be in vain.
I strode over to the white coats, and they all turned their heads at the same time, looking straight at me.
It turns out that they are all old faces.
Sun Long, Sun Shengcai's uncle and nephew, mourning Taiping and mourning weeping brothers, Thai, Heshou Mansion, Huangpizi Xianzuo's aunt.
"Throw him in there and grind him into minced meat!"
Aunt Zuo gave an order, and everyone surrounded me with a cruel smile, and almost at the same time, an iron chain the thickness of a water snake appeared on my body, and my arms were tied to death.
I easily broke free from the chains, and simply went up with a single fist, and Sun Long and Sun Sheng turned directly into coke.
I grabbed my left hand forward, and my head was scratched by me, and my right elbow was raised to the side, and my whole face was sunken inward, and I was killed on the spot.
Next is Heshou Mansion, Aunt Zuo.
I broke their necks and threw them into the meat grinder.
……
Actually, I don't want to go on with the next levels, it's a waste of time.
The nether realm is the first stop for the dead, and everyone's level is completely different, and what I have experienced does not mean that others will also experience it.
In the dark, there is a set of standards for judging good and evil, which is running imperceptibly, although cruel and bloody, but very fair, if a kind, pure soul enters the netherworld, the so-called level, there will be no existence at all.
It will transcend the entire bardo and go directly to rebirth.
But I think that this kind of soul is very rare in the world, except for newborn babies.
In the fifth level, the horrible asylum shrouded in blood, I and more than a hundred twisted lunatics were locked up on airtight death row.
In the sixth level, a crematorium, I was tied to a large red iron pillar, and those metaphysical colleagues who died at my hands pushed me into the furnace.
The seventh level, the eighth level, including the ninth level, which deals with the original sin of previous lives.
I almost didn't waste any effort, and I easily passed all the levels that belonged to me, and the horror elements in them seemed to me to be even more light, these were nothing at all, and what I had experienced in the human world was much more terrifying than these.
At the end of the level, I was qualified to explore the entire Netherworld.
Walking through the long corridor, the world suddenly opened up, and in front of it was a pitch-black three-way intersection, and countless souls of the dead, weeping, cursing, and wandering.
These lonely souls and wild ghosts, for some specific reasons, although they were lucky enough to pass the level, missed the opportunity to reincarnate, and were trapped forever in the netherworld, unable to survive, unable to die, and endured eternal misery.
In the dark wilderness, long dried Shura trees abound.
I stood at the fork in the road, looking around, and shouting my sister's name loudly, the nether world is too big, where should I go to find her?
"Please...... Kill me, now, kill me now! "A thin man crawled out of the mud, holding my leg and crying.
I broke free of him and searched for my sister in the crowd, and after a long time, I heard the voice of the saucer fairy in my ears:
"Take the fork in the road on the far right, where there is a faint hint of life."
I broke out of the crowd of the dead, strode straight along the fork in the road on the right, the deeper I went, the more scarce the dead became, and at the end, I couldn't even see the human figure, in the gloomy sky, huge eyes, lifeless staring at me, symbolizing the cold wind of death, blowing from all sides of the wilderness, the surrounding scene, although poignant, desperate, but also so simple that there is no need to describe.
This can't help but make people feel that the creation of the netherworld is too simple, as if the creator is in a hurry.
Where is the nineteen-story demon tower? Where are the sealed ruins?
Loneliness is a more terrible element than death, a person, lonely to walk the road of life, after death, and lonely walking on the path of bardo, the cycle repeats, the cycle is endless.
In the past, I used to hear people say that the way of heaven is ruthless, but now, I finally taste the meaning of this sentence.
We come to the world crying, we die alone, between life and death, there is a straight line, and all the people, things, and things we experience in life are all illusions of nothingness.
I don't know how long I walked, but I smelled a faint smell of water, foggy in front of me, and at the end of the road, there was an endless lake.
Or rather, a big river.
The pitch-black river water is flowing slowly, and the entire river surface is cloudy and mist, and you can vaguely see a lonely boat floating not far away.
"Here, is it Yellow Spring?"
"Yes." Diexian smiled at me and said: "The Yellow River in the world, the Yellow Spring in the underworld, this river, connects the three worlds of the world, the middle bardo, and the underworld." ”
"The other side of the Yellow Spring is the end of the soul reincarnation, the first chance of reincarnation, in the Netherworld, if you miss it, after the soul falls into the underworld, there is a second chance, the Yellow Spring in the bardo is safe, the water flow is also very gentle, the soul can easily reach the other side here, and there will be no danger."
The figure of the Saucer Fairy conjured up, squatting by the river, stretching out his hand to play with the river.
"Who's that guy?" I pointed to the lonely boat in the distance, and on the entire Yellow Spring, except for this lonely boat, only the mist in the sky remained.
The people on the boat also spotted me and waved at me.
After a while, the lonely boat rowed to the shore, and I saw that there was a monk in a red robe sitting on the boat, and the monk was wearing a hat on his head, and his face was hidden in the shadows, and he could not see his specific appearance.
"Two donors, please get on the boat, and I will take you to the other side."
I didn't rush to get on the boat, but bowed slightly to the monk, and said with some vigilance: "Are you talking about the other side of reincarnation?" I'm not going to go there. ”
"I'm here to find someone."
The monk smiled softly and replied very Zen: "The other side is not life, death, or reincarnation, and we will go wherever the other side of the donor's heart is." ”
I pondered the meaning of the monk, glanced at the saucer fairy on the side, she floated lightly on the boat, and I also went up.
The monk paddled us to the middle of the river with his arms and then reversed direction and slowly drove downstream along the Yellow Spring.
The lonely boat was a little narrow, and the monk sat across from us, unsheathing the oars with both hands and taking off the hat.
I finally saw his face, and he looked very familiar, like a person.
A long scar, drawn from the monk's left eyebrow to the right chin, looked a little hideous, I stared at the scar for a long time, and then said:
"You are? Ancient sorrow? ”
This monk is obviously the ghost king of Xiangxi, Gu Qianchou! He is an important member of Cambrian!
The only difference is that Gu Qianchou in reality has long hair, while this monk is shaved, and his appearance is older than Gu Qianchou.
The monk's eyes were wrinkled and his eyebrows were white.
But I didn't show too much panic, and the fact that the Disc Immortals were willing to get on the boat meant that the other party was harmless, and thinking of this, I let go of my clenched fist.
Thinking about it carefully, it is impossible for Gu Qianchou to appear in the Yellow Spring of the Nether Realm for no reason, and his lofty identity is even more impossible to disguise himself as a monk.
"Are you Gu Qianchou?" I questioned him coldly.
The monk smiled at me and said, "Yes and no. ”
"Great monk." Diexian said coldly: "It's better for you not to beat around the bush when you speak, my patience is very limited!" ”
The monk folded his hands together, lowered his eyes and replied: "Gu Qianchou, practicing ruthless aura, I am the other side of being abandoned by him, strictly speaking, we are all Gu Qianchou, the difference is that he is ruthless, I am affectionate." ”
I was even more confused when I listened: "In other words, you are the bright side of Gu Qianchou?" ”
The monk nodded and replied: "Yes, because of the cultivation of ruthless aura, Gu Qianchou had to abandon the only remaining emotions such as kindness in human nature, and only in this way can he reach the true ruthless realm, in order to ensure that he will not be emotional, he used techniques to separate his emotional side, and sealed it forever by the Huangquan River in the Netherworld." ”