The winds of hell are still as bleak as ever;

In fact, even if the warm breeze of Yangzhou is moved here at this time, it will be assimilated by the hellish environment in an instant.

The highest mountain in hell is the Mount Tai, which was once the supreme symbol of power in the era of the king;

Of course, the same is true now, because the Bodhisattva built his temple there.

The second highest mountain in hell is Yin Mountain.

There is also a Yin Mountain in the Yang, and there is also a Yin Mountain in the Hell, but this Yin Mountain in Hell is located in the middle and rear section of Huangquan Road.

It's like standing by the Yangtze River and looking at the east of the river, in fact, there is a similar feeling.

In fact, at the beginning, Yinshan was higher than Mount Tai.

The first dynasty pacified the turbulent years, established the government monarch system to rule hell, and set Mount Tai as the main court.

That day, it was far, far away now.

On that day, the first generation took his own position in Mount Tai, created the Hell Mansion Monarch Year, and sealed Zen in Mount Tai.

meantime

Also on that day,

A monkey with a pitch-black body and only purple eyes came to Yin Mountain, and with a punch, he crossed out the top of Yin Mountain, directly cutting the highest mountain in hell into the second highest.

Time flies,

The first generation has long been a thing of the past, and even the purple gold divine monkey has entered the final end under the gaze of King Qin Guang.

But the area of Yinshan, which was flattened back then, was built with a palace, which has no owner.

It is rumored that when the Ten Halls of Yama established the Yin Division, the Yamas originally planned to build a hall on the Yin Mountain to serve as a dharma field for the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

Then, following the example of the monkey in the first generation, he cut off the two heads of Mount Tai and turned Yinshan into the highest mountain in hell.

Perhaps, this is Game of Thrones.

Today, you cut off a piece;

Tomorrow, he cuts off another layer.

King Jizo Bodhisattva refused, and personally built a small temple on Mount Tai to live in.

And this palace, naturally no one dares to live in it, but usually, there are some ghost cultivators or officials with status who will come here to rest, a bit of a temporary resort.

Perhaps because when this place was first built, it was really very careful, and transplanted a lot of colorful vegetation that is rare in hell, which is a rare place in hell with "flowers".

At this time,

In a pavilion on the northwest side of the temple,

Two judges with yellow bands around their waists were sitting there eating wine,

In the forest outside the pavilion, there are three dancing girls.

The entertainment life of hell is indeed not rich, it's not that the people here don't know how to enjoy this aspect, but because the world of flowers and flowers in the yang world has been experienced, and many things are really like the past, when you are old, when you have experienced a lot, or, when you have been a ghost for many years after you have died, it doesn't matter.

A pot of wine, a plate of side dishes.

The two judges enjoyed themselves.

The system of Yin Si, from bottom to top, is, internship ghost cha, ghost cha, head catcher, patrol inspection, judge, and Hades.

Compared with the officialdom system of the yang world, the king of Jizo is equivalent to the supreme lord, although there is a curtain, but everyone knows who is the real core and speaker of the current Yin Division.

Di Ting is a bit equivalent to the feeling of the chief eunuch, who is responsible for listening to all movements.

The law enforcement team is similar to the Jinyi Guard.

The Ten Halls of Yama are the ten princes and kings who guard all aspects of hell, the judges are official officials, and the seven-colored ribbons correspond to the seven grades to the first rank;

The inspection is equivalent to the county lieutenant, that is, the public security director of the county and city, and the next thing is to catch the head and the ghost.

The intern ghost is similar to the current contract worker in the yang world, and it is similar to the militia that was not clearly formed before.

An can't afford to be known as the gold medal inspection, which is the most beautiful one in the inspection, and it doesn't seem to be very noble.

But you must know that the King of Jizo Bodhisattva does not come out of the temple, the ten halls of Yama basically do not show up, although the number of judges is quite a lot, but in the whole hell is still considered "few" under the premise of pitiful, the first person in an inspection is really not bad.

is a bit like the chief of public security in the strongest city in the country, and this status and future prospects are obvious.

These two yellow belt judges can be regarded as stepping into the level of grade, but to be honest, they are in a very awkward position, the people below look at you and think you are beautiful, but the above don't take you seriously at all.

Both of them were born as Jinshi in the late Qing Dynasty.

One was unlucky and died on the road when he was released;

One was a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, originally a noble background, after all, the Hanlin Academy was a good place to boil qualifications, but after a few years of studying, he also died of illness.

The similarity of fate made the two of them friends in hell, and when they were fine, they always liked to make an appointment here to drink and chat.

The two of them have stumbled or missed nothing in the officialdom of the yang world, and in the underworld, they are actually not far behind, and in terms of actual authority, they may not be as good as the red belts of those key departments.

The state of going to work is often a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, and a report to read for a day.

On the contrary, when they get together, they recite poems against each other, which is more in line with their pursuit of spiritual life.

In the past few decades, the two have written too many poems, but they are the same as their former emperor Qianlong when they were in the yang world, and they can't wait to write one a day, but they can become classics when they are handed down...... One doesn't.

But the two continued to enjoy it.

Wine belly,

Obviously not intoxicating,

But you have to pretend that you are already slightly drunk,

Raise your head,

Squinting,

Look at the blood moon in the sky.

"This moon in hell is not as beautiful as the moon in the sun, for thousands of years, it has been a mold.

It doesn't bend, it doesn't cripple, it doesn't darken, it doesn't round. ”

"You're wrong, it's obviously a round smaller, not as big as before, and not as bright as before."

A year and a half ago,

A man came to hell,

Shouted the blood moon down from the sky,

smashed into the Song Imperial City.

The two judges looked at each other and laughed together.

Because now when they meet some of their colleagues in the Song Emperor City, they now look up at the blood moon hanging on it, and they still hate it.

Of course

While hating,

Mixed with indescribable fear,

After all

In this world, the people of the last month are like carp crossing the river, but there are really few people who have the qualifications to be smashed by the moon.

The two of them laughed enough,

They took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and prepared to compose poems.

As for what kind of poems are composed, it doesn't matter, for so many years, no matter what the theme of the poem, it has been written, and now it is nothing more than casual play.

But

At this moment,

A person picked up a brush and suddenly pointed to the location of the trail on the mountainside,

Road:

"Hey, there's a moon admirer there."

His companion also looked in the direction he pointed,

Yin Mountain is very high, but they are deaf and clear-sighted, as judges, even if they are no longer powerful, they still have the least ability.

Even if it's far away,

I can see it clearly,

On the trail,

A man dressed in a fashionable costume of the sun was standing there,

Look up at the bright moon.

"He was quite serious."

"yes, I'm fascinated by it, too."

Because this palace on Yin Mountain has no clear owner, naturally no one comes here to guard it.

But because it is close to Huangquan Road, and this is the end of Huangquan Road, there is a sentry here, and there are thousands of ghosts in it, and hundreds of heads are catchers.

While supervising Huangquan Road, he is also responsible for the defense at the foot of Yin Mountain.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary sneaky people to enter here, at least, they have to be judges, or they want to come in to meet some big people and have some face.

"It's a bit of a face."

"I haven't seen it."

Hell is very big, and the area of the main city of Yin Si is one one, but there are still ten ones below, although now, there are only nine left.

You know, because of everyone's different personalities, sometimes the judges under one Yama may not know each other, let alone the judges of other Yama Highnesses.

So

I don't know,

It's also normal.

"He's been watching it for a long time."

"It's been a while, and I've finished my ink."

The two stopped paying attention to the one and began to compose poetry.

After the poem is written,

It's exchanged and tasted with each other,

The two cooperate tacitly, and each other can provoke each other's commotion.

Under the mutual blowing of business,

It's all fun.

And then

One of the judges looked back at the mountainside.

"Look, he's still standing there."

"No, I'm still admiring the moon."

"It's addictive."

"Yes, I don't know, what's so beautiful about this hellish moon, it's better to find a chance to return to the sun and see the moon in the yang."

"Hey !!!!!!!"

One of the judges shouted.

"What are you calling him for?"

"Shout, look, he's looking at us, he'!!!!!"

"Hehe, tell him to come up and have a drink?"

"That's what you mean, you shout."

"Hey!!!! If you look at the moon again, the moon won't come down, so you might as well come up and have a drink with us............"

The shouting stopped abruptly,

In the stunned eyes of the two yellow-belted judges,

The blood moon in the sky suddenly trembled,

And then with a little eagerness,

With a little expectation,

With a little twist,

With a little desire to refuse and welcome,

With a little impatience,

No matter what you bring,

Always the body very honestly begins to fall downward!

At this moment,

Hell shook in all directions,

Because there will always be someone who will inadvertently look up,

Look to the sky.

Then I blinked, and felt that something was missing,

Then I realized that

The moon is gone!

"Knock knock !!!!!"

The Song Imperial City, which had just completed half of the restoration project, sounded the alarm bell representing an emergency.

An old judge with only the upper half of his body left and the remnant of his soul stood on the head of the city with a gong and drum, and shouted hoarsely as he struck it:

"Damn, the moon is coming down again!"

now

A person,

A round of months,

All the way to the west.