The so-called earth fire is what we now call magma, which can move to different parts of the earth's crust with the activity of the earth's crust, or it can erupt to the surface of the earth to solidify, which is our common volcanic eruption.

The so-called gate connecting yin and yang in the deepest part of the earth fire is actually the complex gullies left by the magma with the movement of the earth's crust, and the so-called gate is actually the eruption vent of the volcano.

Ordinary souls cannot withstand the heat of magma, and once the soul falls into the magma, it will inevitably be destroyed. That's why no one has tried it, and even if it did, it would have been gone long ago, so the people who were later sent to the Infernal Hell didn't know.

Chen Yi couldn't stand the dark days in the Infernal Hell anymore, and he decided to give it a try. In the end, since he succeeded, we don't know how he succeeded. If I knew, wouldn't anyone in the Infernal Hell be able to escape from it? Here, I only know that he suffered in the lava for more than ten days before finally finding the crater and escaping from it.

As soon as Chen Yi came out, he couldn't adapt to the dazzling sunlight outside for a while. You must know that there is perennial darkness in the underworld, let alone in the infernal hell. If it weren't for the occasional fire erupting, the souls in it would not be able to see each other clearly even if they were face-to-face at zero distance.

It took Chen Yi a long time to get used to it, and today he had to see the light of day again, and he looked up to the sky and roared. Due to the perennial erosion of the earth fire, at this time, he is no longer like other ghosts, in the sun, his body will flicker and become transparent due to the prosperity of yang and yin decay, and he can also let everyone see, it may be related to the yang of the earth fire.

Chen Yi came to the city where the summer was located after several rounds. While passing by a temple, he also stole a robe, a string of Buddhist beads, a bowl for karma, and a Zen staff. After he changed his clothes, he gave people the feeling that he was a monk, if you don't look carefully, you still think it's Fahai or Tang Seng!

The city today is completely different from when he died more than a hundred years ago, and wherever he went, it was full of people and traffic. The wide cement road, the tall buildings, and the cars all made him shocked and curious.

Chen Yi walked on the main road of the city with a Zen stick in hand, and often pedestrians stopped to look at him strangely and pointed at him. There are also some curious passers-by who will take out their mobile phones to take pictures with him, although he is still a ghost or a monk, at least he is also clear-eyed and cleanly dressed. When someone takes out their mobile phone and approaches him to take a picture with him, he will also curiously snatch someone else's mobile phone and fiddle with it a few times. But every time he was snatched back, he would scold him for a few words like "neurotic, stinky monk ......".

Chen Yi was walking aimlessly on the street, and it was slowly getting dark, and he suddenly stopped in front of a restaurant. He looked up, the huge billboard was flashing with neon signs, and there were also neon signs on it "Mingdu Hotel", these words were all simplified, he couldn't recognize them all, but he still recognized the word "rice" at a glance.

For more than a hundred years, Chen Yi had not eaten, and in the Infernal Hell, they relied on the Infernal Grass to sustain them, which could not only provide them with energy, but also protect them from being burned to ashes by the earth fire. But this grass is extremely bitter, and every time he eats it, he vomits, vomits and eats. Until now, he felt sick and retched and shuddered at the thought of Infernal Grass.

Chen Yi took out the Huayuan bowl from his shoulder bag, dragged the Huayuan bowl with one hand, and walked in head-on with a Zen staff in the other.

“Duang～”

Chen Yi's head slammed into the transparent glass door, he threw away the Zen staff and the Yuanyuan bowl in his hand, hid on the ground and rubbed his forehead and wailed. Pedestrians passing by on the street all laughed, "This stupid monk doesn't even know about the glass door." ”

"This master, this door has to be pushed to get in." At this time, an old man squatting outside the door said smoking a homemade cigarette.

"Thank you, old man." After Chen Yi finished speaking, he pushed open the door and went in, but it didn't take long for him to be kicked out by the hotel owner.

After Chen Yi came out, he sat on the steps next to the hotel very depressed, and scolded and said, "People now have no kindness at all!" ”

"Yes......" The old man replied just now after taking Chen Yi's words.

Chen Yi found that the old man had not left just now, and Chen Yi looked at the old man carefully. The old man was emaciated and emaciated, with deep wrinkles on his neck, a pair of tan eyes sunken into their sockets, and a long set of unkempt gray-white hair. He was in rags, his clothes and pants were no longer colored, they were old and had many patches, and the soles and bodies of his shoes were separated.

Chen Yi looked at the old man and asked sympathetically, "Old man, why are you sitting here alone?" ”

The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette and replied softly, "I'm waiting for my son......"

"Waiting for your son? So where is he now? ”

"It's him......" the old man said, pointing to a middle-aged man in the restaurant.

Chen Yi looked in the direction pointed by the old man, the person was none other than the owner of the restaurant who had just kicked him out, he said a little unhappily, "Amitabha, filial piety comes first, I didn't expect that there would be such a ruthless child in the world, watching his father sit in the cold wind outside the door and ignore it." ”

When Chen Yi got up and walked towards the hotel, the old man took his hand and said, "Are you a real master or a fake master?" ”

"What do you mean, old man?" Chen Yi looked at him incomprehensibly and asked.

"You can see me, but you don't know I'm a ghost." The old man replied calmly, smoking a cigarette.

After hearing this, Chen Yi looked at the old man again. There was no shadow of the old man in the neon light, and even if he was always sitting, he was always on tiptoe, and his heels never touched the ground.

Chen Yi stood up straight after seeing it, put his hands together and said bitterly, "Amitabha, life is death, death is life, since you are already dead, why bother to stay here, go and reincarnate." ”

"My bones are still cold, how can you let me reincarnate with peace of mind?" The old man threw away the homemade cigarette in his hand and roared angrily.

"The poor monk is confused, and he asks the old man to explain." Chen Yi folded his hands and bowed slightly, and asked respectfully.

The old man glanced back at the hotel owner, affectionately sad, and said in a desolate tone, "Originally, it should have been my first seven today, but my body is still lying on the bed at home, stinky and rotten." This stupid kid probably hasn't been home for more than a year. ”

The old man smiled bitterly and lifted his shriveled, wrinkled hand to wipe his tears.