In the world, a clear moon, the lights are shining.

The gray brick and ink tile high-rise mansion compound is solemn and silent under the heavy night. The moonlight is not dim, but rather a cold gesture, not covered by a trace of clouds, and is reflected directly on the gray wall, giving people an eerie feeling: the courtyard door is not closed, and there are no human voices, dog voices, and any frog chirping insects.

Walking into the door, the porter on the left side was closed, and only a trace of warmth had not yet been emanated from the footstool in front of the door, capturing the faint residual breath of the human body; The background of the shadow wall is pale, but the picture is a thick iron branch, blending into the night, exuding a terrifying thorn. The road to the main wing is paved with black-gray cobblestones, winding like a python; There were no flowers or plants on either side of the road, and the ground was dull and yellowish. The doors of the wings on both sides were open, one side was pitch black, and the other side was faintly leaking with candlelight, and there was not a trace of human voice. The empty, clean courtyard is faintly filled with irrepressible uneasiness and fear.

Walking along the stone path, there was no sound of the soles of the boots, as if they were floating, and only after flashing, the mist on the surface of the pebbles floated and gathered, and it was confirmed that it had been trampled on.

In front of the door of the main wing, a huge pot of beetles raised an extremely thick cactus, the thorns were slightly yellow, and the roots struggled to rise upward, however, at the bottom, the rotten black roots were gasping for breath, as if announcing the arrival of the end times.

Even so, no one can ignore the deterrent power of this cactus in its prime.

The door of the wing room was still silently open, without any curtain to cover it, and after entering, the person who was crying and waiting silently did not notice it, so he came to the bed without any hindrance, waiting for the moment when the soul body was separated.

The old man on the bed was once a powerful generation, but when you stayed, his soul was extremely clear, and the cold aura of the comer was instantly felt by him, and he smiled slightly at the air:

"Here, let's go."

After speaking, the old man on the bed exhaled the last long breath, and a shadow of nothingness instantly emerged from his body, floating away from his body, and the shadow stood and looked back for a moment, and smiled at the two messengers who came in without hesitation:

"Let's go."

The two messengers were quite polite:

"Your Excellency, please first!"

The shadow was no longer humble, and floated out of the door by himself, and then there was a heart-rending cry behind him, and he paused slightly, but he was still smiling, and said:

"If a person dies and is not destroyed, what is there to be sad about?"

And didn't stop floating, but inadvertently, the shadow seemed to wipe the position of the eyes, the soles of the shadowless feet brushed, a drop of crystal fell from the sky, and before it hit the ground, it had dissipated, and it was no longer found.

The shadow drifted into the desolate countryside and came to a halt in an open field. The moonlight was like water, shining on the branches of several dead trees in the distance and becoming more and more hard, and the crow standing on the branches, after seeing them from a distance, flew away with a "quack--" sound, and its horror also infected other birds, and they were terrified of each other, and fled to the sky, and at the end of the sky, it was still dark and far-reaching that could not be erased.

In such a season, the grass and trees in the field grew luxuriantly, but the sound of the finches and insects was not heard, and this unusual silence, the shadow understood itself, and muttered comfort:

"A little while, a little bit."

The two messengers who had been following behind him walked up to the shadow and whispered the usual terms into the vast space, their voices were low, and they couldn't understand what it was, maybe it was the original language of the messengers of the underworld, the shadow thought.

As the term whispered, the sky gradually changed color, and at the end of nowhere, a black dot was faintly formed, the black dot struggled and stretched into a black line, the black line was solemnly erected, but it did not remain straight, but slowly fainted longitudinally, and at the same time spread to the sides and stretched out, like casting a net to catch fish in the sea, in a kind of net-like shroud. The closer it gets, the heavier the ink color added to the mesh, until it covers the whole world, completely obscuring the cold moonlight tonight, and the fog is pervasive, and all the light of the world is no longer allowed to seep in, and the black fog continues to travel until it is as thick as glue, completely isolated from the outside world.

The shadow and the two messengers were unconsciously wrapped in the black mist, and they were embraced into it, and one of the messengers bowed and saluted, saying:

"My lord, if you are offended, please let the desert show you the way."

As he spoke, he took the lead in the front, and the shadow had recovered his physical appearance for some reason, still the clothes he wore when he left, walking in the black mist corridor, and his bare feet did not feel cold.

Looking at the end of the road, it is extremely slim, and it seems that it is an unattainable thing to reach the end; The edges on both sides of the road are blurred, and it is impossible to judge how wide the tall halls seem to be invisible under the black mist; In a trance, these halls seem to be next to you, you can touch them as soon as you stretch out your hand, and in the blink of an eye, they vaguely disappear into the empty dark depths, and the halls seem to have vitality, and with the breath of the enterer, it is inferred which hall is suitable for retaining the enterer.

The shadow understands that the entire ten halls of the underworld are actually a kind of dark ability that performs their own duties, they have a keen sense of smell, initial judgment, and can be roughly classified, but the final judgment is coordinated by the various halls that master these dark energy; If it weren't for me today, the souls that lined up to walk in would have already been sucked into their own realm by these energies.

The exterior colors of these halls are divided into dark blue, dark green, light gray, and even blood red, etc., and the pattern is the same, but the names and functions are carved on the top of the halls with words that mortals cannot understand.

There is no gate in each hall, so to dispel the black fog, you can freely view the functions of each hall. This is the verdict after death, which is often much more just than in the ordinary world.

Putting aside all kinds of harassment in the world, whether the soul is dirty or pure, it can't be hidden from Yan Jun's perspective.

Walking as far away as a century, at the end of the road, you can finally hear the sound of water, and when you get closer, a rancid smell that does not exist in the world comes to your face. This rancid stench is heavy, accumulating the sins that have been deposited since the beginning of chaos, and the world is only a short history of hundreds of millions of years, and sin sprouts from heaven and earth. River water is not a component of water, but a soul oil residue that began to be crushed hundreds of millions of years ago and quenched by the fire of hell. It comes from the incinerator at the bottom of hell, burning, corrosive, pungent, and smelly!

You can't describe the color and tumbling state at all. It was a conveyor belt with oil, and during the transmission, the humanoid ghost was clearly visible, burning and corroding just right, so that you could not let the evil soul die like this. So he howled, struggled, and was in great pain, but his voice was closed again, and he could only convulse silently; These ghosts of the River Styx are evildoers in the human world, and they must be tortured in the waters of the River Styx for 10,000 years before they can be sent to the Dharma!

The shadow sighed as he walked, and continued to walk against the path of the River Styx, and after a long time, he reached his destination.

"Your Excellency, please,"

The shadow thanked him too

"Thank you two for leading the way, we'll see you in the next life."

After saying that, he turned his back, and the ghosts gently pushed behind him, and in an instant, all the figures and ghosts disappeared.

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The shadow is sent into a huge desert world. The world seems to be round but not round, like square but not square; At the end, it was dark and bottomless, empty and solemn, while near it was gray and as desolate as a withered lamp; There is no ordinary desert mud or sand on the ground, only strange rocks with unclear edges, and these strange rocks, no matter how big or small, cannot find a flat side, and cannot sit, but can only stand or float.

There was absolutely no sunlight, not even the cold reflection of the moonlight, and no wind, only a cluster of fluctuating, blue and white phosphorus fire far away in the sky, passing through the layers of foggy barriers, sending a faint translucency to the world.

It actually has a tree, the black skin is like dark green, hard and extremely flexible, the roots of the tree are deeply rooted in the rock, firmly fill the corners of the rock with every trace of the root, uproot the tree, and bring up the huge rock. Rocks crumble, trees fall; The tree is withered, and the rock is like powder, and it is difficult to form; The base of the tree is resolute upward, and the shape of the branches is beyond imagination, curved like a snake, strangely circling, each curling thick branch, squinting with disdain at the distorted suppressive energy from space, bending the branches, unyielding the backbone! It is detached, indifferent, cold to the causes and consequences of the barren world.

The world is usually dead and silent, free from the noise of the world, and the wails of hell are not heard, except for the administrator of this desolation, after laying down the required number, he breaks off the horns of the ox from his head and blows the horn of assembly into the desert:

"Woo--------"

The horn became heavier and heavier, vibrating the walls of the space, and the walls were tortuous, and an incomparably powerful dark force instantly filled every proton in the space, and the protons instigated it, so that the dead space seemed to have a throbbing before life.

It's also a space where souls roam around, and every minute, countless unwilling souls are thrown from the sky or emerge from crevices in strange rocks. These spirits usually have no mass, and their transparent and empty bodies are like gossamers, and even when stacked together, there is no numerical change.

They closed their eyes, and could hardly hear any sound, with the horn assembly order issued, the void soul was crushed by the proton of space, absorbed, consciously lined up in a long line, orderly approached the Nai He Bridge, and the blue-haired Meng Po filled a bowl of soup, woke up their souls, and admonished:

"Don't remember the past life, enjoy the next life! Don't look back, don't look back! ”

The voice is merciful and sincere. The awakened soul was no longer in turmoil and nostalgia, so he drank the yellow soup in one gulp and resolutely walked onto the Nai He Bridge.

Under the bridge is a foot-wide path, on both sides of which are full of fiery red flowers, the petals stretch and stretch, surrounded by dark green branches and leaves, the flowers are bright and seem to want to drop blood.

Every soul walks by, will be involuntarily pulled by it, and every light touch, the warmth in the flower will follow the heel of nothingness, to the soul who has forgotten the previous life, fill in the necessary tenacity of the world, and guide the soul to the place: the end of the road, through the foggy barrier, reincarnated as a human!

This is a transit point after the Lord of the Underworld pronounces ----- rebirth space on all ghosts.

Those who can be sent into or thrown into the space of rebirth are the souls of ordinary people, who have no great evil and no merit, but only a cycle of reincarnation after life.

Of course, there are special ones, such as this shadow adult.

He was not affected by the ghost horn, but walked directly to Meng Po's table, Meng Po seemed to have expected it, pouring a bowl of soup, a dark glazed pottery bowl, a jade-white clear soup, the soup is crystal clear, reflecting the old appearance of the person.

Meng Po handed over the clear soup and said calmly:

"Don't think about the past life, enjoy the next life, don't look back, don't look back!"

The adult smiled slightly, drank all the bowls, but did not put down:

"You say, how many more reincarnations do I have to go through before I can forget this Xuanwan by the bridge?"

When he said this, he looked at Meng Po calmly, Meng Po lowered her eyes, and when she raised it again, there was a faint layer of complexity flashing under her eyes, and the adults understood it

Without waiting for Meng Po to respond, he easily stepped on the bridge, followed the guidance of the flowers on the other side, and walked away. . .

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...........

It is also in a cloud-shrouded space, and it is also a place far away in the world, but the color of the clouds and mist is white and peaceful.

The Buddha sat in front of the pond, and the chanting sound of the disciples in the distance came, which made him feel peaceful and comfortable, but the lotus pond in front of him was really a little different, and he wondered to himself:

Usually at this time, the lotus flower has already bloomed, it should be the season of lotus root, why is there a small water lily at this time, crouching at his feet? The Buddha was curious, and touched it with his hand, and the water lily actually shone with the light of the Buddha, blooming, and cultivating into shape.

The Buddha twisted his fingers and sighed:

All things are born by fate, and all things are caused; When the cause arises, the fate is not yet there...

Amitabha!