Some images appeared in my mind that I didn't want to recall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was as if I was watching it happen as a kind of spectator, sad, but powerless.

People are always very persistent about what they can't do, but they want to do.

Maybe it's just -- obsessed?

It's not a memory of mine, but I did watch it happen in this moment.

I seem to understand why this stone is called "Nian Sorrow Stone".

Thinking of sorrow, thinking of sorrow, isn't it all the sadness in this world?

Wives are separated, betrayals and relatives are separated, these things happen every day, and we, who have never felt empathy, will we feel a little sensitive to these things?

I shook my head, took my hand away, wiped the moisture from the corners of my eyes, and asked the bald monk, "Why are you letting me see these things?" ”

"What do you see?" The bald monk asked rhetorically.

"Suffering in the world," I thought about it for a moment and said softly.

"No, what you see is cause and effect" The bald monk laughed, turned into the form of Shang Zu, stood in front of me, and then turned into a passing cloud and dissipated.

At this time, I found myself sitting upright on the stone, and there were no bald monks, and there was nothing unusual.

It's just that the wetness in the eyes is still there.

I walked away from the rock, turned and crouched down in front of it.

"Those who read sorrow understand the great difficulties of the world, and those who read sorrow see the vicissitudes of the world - read the stone of sorrow"

The words engraved with tiny sword marks are really difficult to read without careful distinction.

I thought about it for a while, and then it dawned on me that from the time I sat up just now, I had already entered this sorrow, and the so-called bald monk was just an item I imagined.

I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't be distracted by what was in front of me, because my primary purpose was to get out of this hellish place.

In a situation full of thorns, without old men, grandfathers, and bandits, I don't seem to have any solution.

I looked in front of me—an endless white mist with an eerie grimace.

It seems that there is no way to go.

Behind me, a purple bamboo forest appeared at some point.

Purple bamboo? Curious, I stepped forward and suddenly noticed that the forest seemed to be reciting something.

I listened quietly for a while, and then I realized that the sound they came from was a Buddhist scripture.

"Why does bamboo chant scriptures......" I walked into the depths curiously, and was greeted by a bluestone cave half the size of a person.

A few words are engraved on the bluestone cave: "The Cave of Death, the Passage of the Rebirth of Livestock"

The cave was so white that I couldn't see anything.

I was taken aback, literally, this thing was used to drill holes for some dead animals?

Could it be a hint that I have to get out of here?

I gritted my teeth, more or less resistant, but inwardly told me it was worth a try.

I compared the bluestone cave with my hand, and found that it was just enough to fit half of my body, so I had to half-kneel down and crawl into it little by little.

Luckily, there wasn't anyone around, so I sneered and hurriedly sped up my crawl.

I climbed through the bluestone cave, and the white expanse I saw from outside the cave was changed to a different scene.

It seemed to be a meadow in captivity, and I saw an iron fence not far away, enclosing it all.

There were many cats, dogs and other animals crawling on the grass, and when they saw me crawling in from the bluestone cave, they were all startled and retreated to other places.

I was stunned for a moment, a little overwhelmed, this place didn't seem like a way out, but like another world.

"Who are you?" A low roar came, and I hurriedly looked ahead.

A handsome young man wearing a Taoist robe looked at me and asked.

"Who allowed you to come?" When he saw that I did not answer him, he asked again.

"I ...... I came in on my own" I paused for a moment, not understanding where he was coming from, but replied anyway.

"Oh," he replied, waving his hand and telling me to follow.

I hesitated, didn't look like a bad guy, and followed.

"The animals here are relatively gentle, but it's good that you didn't fall into the evil corral, otherwise you would have fallen into the food of yin meat."

He explained to me as he walked.

"Evil corrals? What is that?" I asked curiously, not a good place to listen to the name.

"You don't know?" He looked at me with a strange look, and immediately remembered my confused appearance before, and he was relieved, and explained again: "There are passages for souls and livestock in the underworld, and if you want to be reincarnated, you naturally have to go through these places and some cumbersome procedures, and most of these animals that have been kept in captivity have not lived to the end of their lifespan before they should have lived, and they have died regretfully due to various external factors, so they need to spend the rest of their lives here before they can be reincarnated."

"I say that, do you understand?" He paused and asked.

I nodded, knowing what he meant, and motioned for him to continue.

"And the so-called 'evil corrals' are those animals that harm people when they are born, or hurt people, resulting in being brutally beaten to death, or killed by any external factors, they are fierce by nature, they cannot be reincarnated after death, they can only eat each other, come back from the dead, and cycle indefinitely, until each livestock has been eaten ninety-nine or eighty-one times, and then they can be safely sent to the world to be reincarnated" He sighed inexplicably, stretched out his finger and pointed to the place on my left

There was a fence that emitted yin and green light, quite different from where I was, and from time to time there was the sound of dogs barking and tiger roaring, which made people feel cold in the back.

"You don't have to be afraid, they can't hurt ...... like you," he glanced at me, and suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and said in surprise: "A living person? Are you a living person? ”

"Isn't that weird?" I looked at him and said.

"This is the underworld, why can you be a living person to come in, could it be that it is the Midyear Festival over there again, and the ghost gate has been opened, and people like you have taken advantage of it?" He said in a series of words, as if he couldn't believe that I was really alive.

"No...... No, I was caught in" I don't know how to explain how I got in, as long as I tell him what happened and say that I am also a victim.

"You said you were caught by a guy wearing a hexagonal gossip?" He was surprised, "That guy is a scar man?" ”

My pupils shrank slightly, and I nodded hurriedly.

"That's right, that guy is Ah Pang's subordinate, specially prepared for the mid-year festival to open the ghost door to pay tribute, and he was sent out from the underworld" He scratched his head thoughtfully, "It seems that he wanted to capture you as a sacrifice, but you escaped, in this case, your situation will be dangerous"

"What?!" I was taken aback by his bland words, and my mind was full of question marks.