What does it mean to die in vain? Do you really know it? Is it true that what others say?

All of this starts with a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam.

However, there is nothing special about this scholar, he is just one of many scholars who have studied hard for ten years, why did he become the hero of my story? Because he died when he shouldn't have died.

To put it in layman's terms, it is that Yang Shou is not over, but because of an accident, he was hooked by black and white impermanence. In general, this situation is called death in vain.

Okay, no more, I'm going to start making up stories.

Speaking of scholars, the soul is hooked by black and white impermanence, but there is still thinking. Although it is hard to believe, he accepts the fact that he has no worries, and it may not be a good thing to be reincarnated...

It's just that things are not what he thinks, black and white impermanence took him to the Nai He Bridge, and this scholar also heard many stories in the mortal world, so he knew that he was going to drink Meng Po soup.

When Black and White Impermanence took him across the bridge, Meng Po handed out the soup, but Black and White Impermanence pushed it back and said, "This person has some problems, let's show it to Hades first." Meng Po nodded and took the soup back... At this time, the scholar began to think more, what is going on with me?

The scholar walked with the impermanence of black and white, and gradually arrived at the ghost gate. This ghost gate is guarded by sixteen ghosts. The scholar was led and was still not questioned, but he heard other pitiful answers...

"Are you guilty?" asked a ghost cha to a fat man...

"No, I've done good deeds and accumulated virtue in my life, but I haven't committed any crimes..."

"Don't ask, just throw it away and fry it..."

"Wronged, my lord, wronged..."The fat man shouted, but he was still dragged away and got out of the oil pot...

The scholar couldn't help but be curious, so he asked, "Lord Impermanence, such a ruling is a bit rash..."

"If the underworld really relies on torture, I'm afraid it's not just the unjust cases left, these sixteen ghosts have their own jurisdiction, which ghost sends you to speak first, your sin has already been seen, as for the questioning, it's just their fun..."

Walking through the ghost gate, you can see the shape of the hell, guarded by evil beasts, full of needles, tongue pulling, eye-gouging, creepy, but the magic is that the scholar feels that he should be afraid, but he is not afraid at all, yes, after all, dead, what is there to be afraid of?

The scholar can gradually look at all this with emotionless eyes, probably because of the soul, and he walked like this, and finally arrived at the Hades Palace...

At this time, the scholar came to his senses and looked carefully at the surroundings... This Hades hall is not very brilliant, but it is also very magnificent, black and white impermanence led him in, this hall has no door, only a big sign... The scholar felt like he was going to hit the wall, but he didn't, he walked through the wall... The scholar thought it was ridiculous at first, but after thinking that he was a soul, he smiled, "Maybe this is hell to break into?" The scholar touched his nose...

Above the main hall, there is a judge standing on the right side, the king of Yama is sitting in the center, there are dozens of ghosts around him, black and white impermanence led him up, and the king of Yama spoke...

"Judge, I remember you said that this person has not reached the end of his life and should be sent to the city of vain death?"

"Exactly..."

"I think something is wrong, you see that this person is written in the book of life and death, and he has written a number of books, although there is no inheritance, but it is also a folk joke... How about we let him go back?"

"Hades is okay with this..."

"Then send him back, black and white impermanence, and you are still responsible for this matter..."

Bai Wuchang took a step forward and answered, "Take the order." Then he took the scholar out again...

The scholar was very surprised, but he didn't expect that he didn't have to die after walking through the ghost gate. Amazed, but not excited... Suddenly, he turned around and shouted, "King Yama is Lord Bao?"

Hei Wuchang was a little displeased, so he used a spell to make the scholar silent, but the scholar heard the answer of the king of Yama..."Not bad..."

The scholar walked from the Yama Hall to the Ghost Gate Pass, and the Ghost Gate Pass walked to the Nai He Bridge, and the scholar sighed, but it was a pity that he didn't reach the Sansheng Stone, otherwise he had seen the hell landscape...

Then the scholar woke up, the inn where he had slept to death, and it seemed that the sun had only passed two hours.

The scholar wondered, is this a dream? or is it a fact?

Moved slightly, and seemed to be a little stiff. Well, I guess it's because I died.

"Probably true. The scholar muttered to himself.

After this experience, the scholar found that he had become different, although his body had not changed, but in his heart, there was an indescribable feeling.

The scholar cared about this feeling, but he didn't know what had changed.

The scholar moved his body to restore the circulation of blood to the dead body, he thought about it, but it didn't matter, he was going to enter Beijing to take the exam after all, as long as it didn't affect his career, it didn't matter, right? What's wrong? The scholar shook his head vigorously and threw out his strange thoughts. The scholar went back to his bed and decided to end the day.

The next day, the scholar woke up, feeling that he was in a very good state, probably because the sequelae of dying once had been alleviated, the scholar packed his luggage and continued to walk on the way to Beijing to catch the exam.

This time, without any accidents, he came to the capital. He found an inn nearby and began to prepare for the exam. In the final analysis, the scholar still has a lot of foundation, and after a casual review, he confidently set off to the examination room.

After waiting for a while, the scholar entered the examination room, and after all the candidates were seated, the examiner came to the examination room and announced the questions. When he saw the title, the scholar was shocked and dreamed back. Yesterday I traveled to the underworld, but today's exam questions are a dream, which is really beautiful. The scholar picked up the pen, and then worked hard to write the book, which was strange, and the scholar was full of literary brilliance, and wrote a travelogue in half an hour, writing about the various experiences of the city.

At the end of the exam, when it was time to mark the papers, the examiner saw the scholar's essay, which was full of brilliance, the story was full of ups and downs, and the hell depicted was vivid. I have a lot of affection in my heart, but I don't say anything, I don't have a good name on this list, so I thought about it and gave a tanhua.

After the scholar went back, he had no worries, as if his career was no longer important, not only did he not close his door, but traveled in the capital.

A few days passed in a hurry, the results of the imperial examination were released, and the scholars were looking for them on the list, and suddenly their expressions were shocked, and they saw the position of Tanhua, and their names were written impressively. "Oh, did you get it?" the scholar suddenly lost his surprise, as if it was supposed to be the case.

The rest of the story is not interesting. The scholar used his fame to get an official position in his hometown, and he was honest and honest, and he was never greedy.

And one day, the scholar was sitting next to the hall, but he was hearing a case, and the sinner in the hall was a local catcher, and the old mother of the family was killed, so he killed the enemy who killed the mother, and he did not escape, so he was caught in the yamen, and the scholar passed by, so he was invited by the county order to listen to the trial.

Although the people in this hall are straightforward, but this is a big crime of killing the head, he has no harm, but he has pity on his remaining orphans and widows. This county order usually has a few sides to catch a quick fall, and it is not easy to adjudicate, so I asked the scholars.

The scholar's face was serious: "How are the people in the hall on weekdays?"

The official on the side replied: "Helpful, good people." ”

The scholar asked again: "Is there any involvement when the murder is made?"

The official replied, "I have not touched a single bit." ”

The scholar nodded, "Then, let's cut it." ”

The official was anxious, thinking that he was making friends with the catcher. "Sir, this ......"

The scholar shook his head: "If you don't understand, this may not be a good thing." ”

The official wanted to say more, but the scholar waved his hand. The county ordered the scholar to have such an attitude, and besides, the arrest was really killed, so he no longer hesitated, and sentenced him to behead at noon the next day.

The thing that was supposed to end was disrupted because of the sedan chair and shouting grievances.

The friend who caught the fast stopped the sedan chair and shouted injustice, and called to the governor, who asked carefully, and realized that the crime was not to death, so he proposed a retrial.

This time, the scholar did not come.

"This world is really boring. The scholar felt very disgusted by all this, but he did not know where the disgust came from, and he really had no clue after thinking about it. At this time, he suddenly remembered. "If the underworld really relies on torture, I'm afraid it's not just the unjust cases left, these sixteen ghosts have their own jurisdiction, which ghost sends a voice first, your sin has already been seen, as for the questioning, it's just that they are happy........."

The scholar clarified the cause and effect, and it turned out that what he hated was secular human affection, covering up the truth and revealing the false.

The scholar went to buy a three-foot hemp rope and hung a knot on his beam.

"I just hope that Big Brother Black and White still remembers me, if I can be an official, I will be incorruptible forever. ”

In this way, the scholar hanged himself.

It's a pity that there is no black and white impermanence asking for his life, and there is no underworld to do for his officials.

When did he start thinking that dreams were real? Probably since he woke up? Or did he start dreaming?

Death means to disappear, and there is no longer any existence in the world, and what a terrible thing it is. Life is too short, and this scholar gave up his life because of a dream.

When did a dream make a person lose his existence?

When did vain death begin to be considered an accidental death of a person whose life has not yet been reached?

When did it begin to be said that there was a saying about longevity?

Death in vain, death in vain, when is there a saying that the city is dead in vain?

Probably just people's blessings to relatives and friends who died young, right?

It's just a blessing for this kind of thing, and it can't be taken seriously.