The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, and the success or failure is empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, a pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Message - "Linjiang Immortal"

Born in the sun, there is an end,

It doesn't matter if you die and go back to the underworld.

The sun and the earth are similar,

Just be adrift in a foreign land.

The underworld is under the three realms, the fairy world is the first, the human world is second, and the underworld is also. The underworld is called "Netherworld", which is a prison, and there are 18 layers of a prison. Prison of Souls, Prison of Ghosts. There are very few people who know the details, and there are few rumors.

There are many circulators, and there are too many to count, and those who know are none other than those gods and immortals. If you want to say that the words are shocking, it should be the well-known two generals of the soul, black and white impermanence.

"Senior brother, this is the first few ghosts today, if there are not a thousand, I'm afraid there are eight hundred, right?"

A delicate female voice sounded in my ears, and I wanted to open my eyes in a drowsy state, but my eyelids weighed like a thousand pounds, and the pain of tearing my strands spread all over my body, making my muscles twitch and tremble. Jiang Shan clenched his teeth, trying to clench his fists to resist the painful nerves, but the terrible thing was that even the last trace of strength disappeared without a trace.

The pain refused to stop, the more it hurt, the worse it became, and the thought of death was circling in my heart, as if urging me to hurry up and get on the road.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the struggle before death.

After returning from the imperial capital and passing through the Black Forest, he has exhausted all his strength and struggled, who in this world has not struggled? Which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life? For Jiang Shan, who once again failed in the imperial examination, death may be another kind of life.

"The loess bushes are deep and white, and the desolation is insignificant. Why do you need to make a record of Dengke, the nomination gold list is an immortal. Jiang Shan cried in his heart, but the pain in his body was not as much as one ten-thousandth of his heart, he was afraid that this time he would suffer his elderly parents at home.

Father, mother, the child is not filial, you grew up with me, but the child does not know how to respect you to old age...

This may be the death of the heart, but at this time, the country does not even have the strength to shed tears at the end, and even breathing is a luxury.

I saw that my right hand was slowly spread out, and a medicine bottle rolled down into the grass, pressing between the grass and faintly revealing three small red characters, which said, "Crane top red." ”

In the middle of the night, a white light climbed up from Jiang Shan's corpse, and gradually condensed into a human figure, which was no different from it.

"Senior sister, hurry up and go to the soul shackle, he still has to go to the next one after collecting it, the goal of this dynasty is three thousand, and even he is still two thousand one hundred and thirty-seven. A male's voice sounded, and Jiang Shan faintly heard some conversation, but just like this, he called him a ghost.

Jiang Shan carefully looked at the two people living beside him, to be exact, a man and a woman, both of them were in their tens, and they were dressed strangely. Wearing a feather crown, male black and female white, you can see from the front, the hat is carved with some Taoist runes, occasionally emitting a trace of golden light, which is very eye-catching. The same is true for the clothes, the men are black and the women are white, wearing gorgeous clothes, the arrogance is flowing, and the collar is depicted with Taoist talismans, like dragons, and the golden light is scattered. Its waist is tied with a general's spirit belt, and the white tiger buckles its head, at this time it is opening its bloody mouth, and a pair of fangs are cold, like a cage, swallowing the sky and the earth. A pair of Chinese boots are also colorful ripples, and the boot plate is engraved with runes, like the Wenqu boots in the sky.

What's even more bizarre is the thing in the hands of the two people, the thing held by the man in black is the "flag", and the blood-red banner is full of hideous faces, insects and snakes. There is a blood-red word "prison" in the book, and in the breeze, the blood flags are slowly floating, which suddenly makes the heads of the rivers and mountains rise. The object held by the woman in white was much more peaceful than the blood flag, a three-foot token, with a silver white body, runes from top to bottom, and gold and silver radiance.

Women are more petite than men, hands and faces are white, phoenix eyes and red lips, silky face like warm spring peach blossoms, autumn ripples, breathtaking, if not born too pink, I am afraid that only the legendary fairy is comparable. The man is not very tall, but he is not petite, and he is quite handsome in appearance, and his face is angular. Except for the hats and the things in their hands, these two people are completely noble, and their aura is extraordinary.

If you don't know that these two people are soul seducers, black and white impermanence, I am afraid that Jiang Shan really regards them as immortals in the sky.

"Senior brother, what do you say about the regulations of the Hades Palace, every three years at this time, it is very busy, and the quota has increased from one thousand to three thousand, so you know that the quota will be increased, so why don't you send some more people to the two of us?"

"Don't complain about the junior sister, if you want to blame the emperor of the world, you have to do a triennial imperial examination, these years, the ghosts who died in the imperial examination don't know how many have been accepted, and the world is really..."

Bai Wuchang also snorted lightly, skimming the soul of Jiangshan from the corner of his eyes, and said impatiently: "What Ben Meng hates the most is to collect the ghosts of those ordinary people, you said that it would be great if the world was all monks, and a soul conjuring order can collect a belt." ”

"It doesn't matter if it's a monk or an ordinary man, it's good to pay for it. Hei Wuchang looked at the soul shackles locked on Jiang Shan's neck, and he didn't take a second look at Jiang Shan.

"Fortunately, the next one is also from Pingzhou, by the way, otherwise it will be tired and cute. Bai Wuchang looked at the silver light that appeared in the conjuring order, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to leave, but he glanced at Jiang Shan's corpse, and he was also angry, and the jade foot kicked at Jiang Shan's corpse to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Eh, senior brother, how do I feel that this person is a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere. "It's okay that Bai Wuchang doesn't kick, this step down, but he saw the appearance of the country clearly, looked down carefully, and poked and poked the corpse with the conjuring order in his hand from time to time, and muttered to Hei Wuchang after confirmation.

"Hehe, my sister really has a good memory, except for the first time when the king of the five halls personally collected it, the remaining seven hard jobs are all our brothers and sisters. ”

"It's not Senior Brother, it's not, you take a closer look, here, here, here. Bai Wuchang was a little unclear for a while, so he had to point at Jiang Shan's eyes with the exorcism order in his hand again, and said: "The right eyelid is intact, but the left eyelid has such marks, it's not a coincidence!"

Hei Wuchang also lowered his head to look at Jiang Shan's eyes, his eyebrows locked, and he muttered for a moment: "It's a coincidence, maybe he was injured there, impossible, absolutely impossible, that's... Yes..."

"Senior brother, is it such a coincidence that seven times are all like this?" Bai Wuchang seemed to confirm the conjecture in his heart, and said delicately: "Don't you want to think about it, Senior Brother, the King of the Five Palaces rarely asks about the matter of locking the soul, as long as His Highness asks every time, there is him among the souls we receive, is it also a coincidence?"

Hei Wuchang's brows locked again, as if he was carefully recalling the previous things, and he couldn't find an answer for a moment, so he had to give up and said, "Okay, don't think about it, since the king of the five halls has orders, then I can only act according to the order, let's go, go to the next one." ”

Seeing that Hei Wuchang did not admit or refute, Bai Wuchang snorted lightly, and raised his feet again to greet the corpse of Xia Jiangshan before he was willing to give up.

The country who witnessed everything was a little stunned, it was only one in twenty this year, how could he have died seven times!

...

The underworld is located under the human world, and the space is vast, but to enter it from the human world, there is only one passage, and that is the ghost gate.

The Ghost Gate Pass is different from the human road, it is not a road to the Netherworld, to be exact, it is more like a space tunnel, this end of the tunnel is called the human world, and the other end is the Ghost Gate.

The cold moon hangs in the sky.

At that time, Jiang Shan was taken to the Ghost Gate by Black and White Impermanence, and after the black and white Impermanence handed over to the prison guards, he let go of the soul shackles on his neck, which also made Jiang Shan breathe a sigh of relief.

The underworld is different from the human world, there are no stars and no sun, and the whole sky seems extremely dull and full of demonic energy.

The first thing that catches your eye is the tall and straight blood-red stone door, on which are all hideous grimaces, dry bones are intertwined, and occasionally cracks grow a little miscellaneous vines, but they are not dense and dense by the dry bones and ghost faces, which is extremely terrifying. Looking timidly, he was suddenly dizzy by the blood red on the stone eaves, Jiang Shan hurriedly stretched out his hand to block his forehead, and waited until the dazzling light was slightly reduced, before he dared to peep forward, and suddenly found that the stone door was written "Ghost Gate", three bright red characters.

There is a high stone gate rising from the ground, towering in the distance, looking at it from afar, it suddenly makes people feel small. The three big characters were even more watered with blood, and between the ripples of blood and light, the crimson was dazzling. The dry bones and ghost faces on the stone gate are all turned into unjust souls, and when the enemy arrives, they will avenge the unjust death of the sun.

There are two giant beasts placed in front of the stone door, with teeth and claws, soaring clouds, there is a sense of swallowing heaven and earth, its clarity is unknown, and the jailers call it "year".

Even if he was not afraid before he died, when he came to the ghost gate, he was frightened by everything in front of him.

In front of the stone gate is a huge dry bone square, and there is a dry bone passage between the square and the stone gate. The square was full of ghosts, all of whom were chained by the jailers and joined together to form chains of ghosts, during which there were ghosts' shouts and wails, and even more so, the jailers' shouts and whippings. There are also many ghosts around the square, bustling, called lonely souls and wild ghosts, all of them are people who die before the end of their yang life, they have to wander in front of the ghost gate, and when the yang life is over, they can enter the customs, and they can enter the reincarnation by throwing six other paths.

After the ghost gate is closed, ten miles away, is Huangquan Road.

Huangquan Road, not so much a road, is more like a pale yellow path, the trail is ten miles long, no more, no less. A grasp of the loess is laid out on the path in a regular and orderly manner, and the two sides are full of blood-colored flowers, three or five into a group, seven or eight into a cluster, and occasionally two beads are squeezed into the rock crevices offshore, struggling to grow.

The flowers on the other side only bloom on Huangquan Road, which is the only poignant scene on Huangquan Road. Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves do not see flowers, flowers and leaves do not see each other, life and life are wrong, so the jailers call it the other side of the flower. On the other side, I'm on this side, but you're on the other side.

The flower on the other side absorbs the resentment of the ghosts on the Huangquan Road every day and night, so it has a deep grudge, and can only bloom by relying on the blood irrigation of the flower attendants in the underworld.

Walking on this poignant path leading to the Netherworld, the jailer also had less urging, and occasionally three or five ghosts begged the flower attendant for some essence blood and watered on this poignant path.

After taking the flower pot of the flower waiter, Jiang Shan made a compilation to show his gratitude, slowly walked towards the offshore rock, squatted down and stretched out his hand to remove the gravel pressing on the flower, before he began to water: "Time layman, everyone knows to appreciate the flowers, but they don't know that this offshore flower is even more pitiful. May you grow up with peace of mind, fall into reincarnation, and in the next life, I call the country and take you as my companion. ”

He muttered to himself, word for word.

At the end of the trail, there is a river called the Lechuan River, between Huangquan Road and Hades.

The water of the Lechuan River is pale yellow, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blows on the face.

An old wooden bridge is embedded in the Lechuan River, and the workmanship of the wooden bridge is not exquisite, but a little broken. Withered pine planks are spread in the room, and some moss grows at both ends of the planks, and the dark and rusty chains connect the two banks of the river one by one, stepping on them, like a light boat entering the lake, gently rippling.

This bridge is called Nai Ho Bridge.

Walking across the Nai He Bridge, what catches your eye is a wide space, there is a hundred zhang earth platform not far from it, called Wangxiang Terrace, all souls are allowed to go up to Wangxiang Platform to take a look, and finally take a look at the world before death.

One mile next to Wangxiangtai, there is a pavilion, red pillar Dai tile, flying eaves warped corner, said Meng Po Pavilion. There was a woman named Meng Po sitting here, and I don't know if the pavilion was taken by her or whether she was born from the pavilion. Although her name is Meng Po, she is not a mother-in-law, but she is beautiful and moving. The long bun is coiled at the back of the head, and under the smooth forehead is a pair of silver moon eyebrows, and the deep pupils ripple in autumn, which makes people feel refreshed and happy when they are gently moving. The white and delicate face is complemented by the pretty nose and red lips, and between the slight opening and closing, it has a more mature charm. The jade neck is held up high by the smooth jade costume, and a pair of ripe peaches to be picked set off the gorgeous costume with a concave and convex appearance. With a smile and a smile, they all forget where they are.

According to the jailer, Meng Po is also like a layman in the world, a woman trapped by love, that's the case, she will hand a bowl of Meng Po soup to every ghost passing by, and in her words: Life in the world, how bitter and difficult, many worries, it is better to drink this bowl of clear soup, this bowl down, is a kind of relief, and completely made a break with the previous life.

Came to the Meng Po Pavilion, in front of Meng Po, took the Meng Po soup handed over by Meng Po, and Jiangshan made a series of deep memories to show his gratitude.

There is a stone by the Lechuan River, and the lonely black stone sleeps quietly on the bank, with three words written on it - Sansheng Stone, and the words are as fresh as blood. Sansheng Stone records the past life, this life and the next life, walking across the Nai He Bridge, taking a last look at the world on the Wangxiang Platform, and drinking a cup of Lethe River water to boil this life.

It is said that the fairy world is good,

It's better for me to be free in the world.

A wine and a sword go east,

However, the bridge head walked for a while.

In this life, I don't seek retribution,

Idealism is a wish to the sky.

The country stood with his hands in his hands, not just a word.

Looking at the fading back, Meng Po didn't know when she had tears in her eyes, as if she recalled the past, or maybe the wind in this place scratched her eyes.

"Mother-in-law, who is he?" The young maid saw her mother-in-law like this, and also looked in the direction where the country disappeared, and asked in frustration.

Meng Po didn't seem to have heard it, and she didn't retract her gaze for a long time, as if it was a kind of expectation, a kind of sustenance flowing in her heart.

After a long time, he retracted his gaze and muttered: "Nine turns can be reincarnated, and the six realms can be bullied, what about Heavenly Court? Isn't there a lifetime left, isn't it..."

A sigh, burying all kinds of things in your heart, on the Huangquan Road, Nai Qiaotou, in the Lechuan River, under the Meng Po Pavilion, next to the Sansheng Stone, have you ever remembered the old people? May it be as you wish, don't live up to the expectations of these people, Meng Po muttered to herself, as if she was talking to the ghost in front of her, and it seemed to be saying to the distant back...

Tale... Since then...