Chapter 191: Meng Chuan'er's third little beast

The Huangquan Road is full of people, and it is miserable and miserable everywhere.

The ghost treated me politely, saying that I was a cultivator, and even the king of Yama gave me three points when I passed the judgment of the Yama Palace.

They said that although I had not attained the attainment of fruition, I had the merit of making others put down their butcher's knives by being wholehearted and persuading others to do good, and preaching the Dharma to others.

I don't think there is one person in this so-called other person, and that is Runguo.

Because from childhood to adulthood, in addition to the master and brother, only Runguo was contacted. Master and brother, they don't need me to preach the scriptures, and they don't have a butcher's knife to pick up.

Now that I have come here, I realize that what the Buddhist scriptures say about hell and other things is true. Persuade sentient beings not to think that they are petty evils, they have nothing to do, and they will be rewarded after death, and they will receive it at all, even if the father and son meet, they will go their own way, and there will be no replacement.

King Yama was extremely majestic, sitting in the center, and the tin staff in his hand showed a solemn aura.

After he checked my book of life and death, he asked me to stand in front of the Sansheng Stone, saying that he could see my past and present lives.

But I can't see, I can't see anything, for me, it's a relatively large stone, with a special shape, a special touch to the touch, and nothing else.

King Yama pondered for a moment and said, "This soul actually has a blood contract, and I haven't seen such a soul for a long time. ”

It's like asking and answering myself, and I don't respond.

"Empty, although you have not become a saint, there is no fruit, but you are kind and pure, feeding and releasing countless living beings, and in the end, ten thousand arrows pierce the heart but it is also to protect others, not your own selfishness, according to the law of your reincarnation as the emperor's house.

But? As a Shaman? But you broke the meat and bloody rings, and you were lustful? Should there be a round of livestock reporting? Avoid the suffering of hell, and go to the reincarnation well for a while to reincarnate as a retribution? After the registration is full, go to the emperor's house in the world to live and suffer.

Originally, I shouldn't have said more? But you have a blood pact? Life and life are deeply entangled, the wandering soul is gone, and there is no power to restrain the chicken, so it is even more miserable to prevent you? I have to remind you?

The princess who seduced you to break all kinds of rings, there is still one year left in the bardo lifespan, that is, seven years of yang life, and when yang shou is exhausted, she will come here to be judged, and she is bound to enter five hundred small hells to suffer......"

I've been listening to it for so long? For the first time, the words of King Yama were interrupted: "Venerable mercy, I recite the sutra in front of the Buddha every day to dedicate to Runguo?" How can I get rid of her hell? Can I be replaced?"

King Yama sneered, "If it weren't for the great merit of reciting the sutra every day, she would have entered the Five Infernal Hells?" I can't think of suspending suffering, and there is no time to leave.

Fathers and sons have nothing to suffer? Originally, they were not replaceable. But you are allied with blood souls? Make a blood pact? and thou shalt suffer part of her for her.

It's just that if this is the case, not only will you be an animal for three lifetimes, but you will also have to be beaten and scolded by her and even killed by her, and in the end it will be considered in accordance with the blood contract, which is not as good as hell. ”

I nodded: "As long as Runguo does not go to hell and suffer, I would like to be a livestock for three lifetimes." ”

The king of Yama shook the tin staff, making an incredibly powerful sound that shook the entire Yama hall, and he sighed: "Okay, you go." ”

Niutou Ma Mian accompanied me to the side of the bridge, and a grim old woman handed me a bowl of tea with a strange green glow: "Drink quickly, drink quickly, throw away the grievances and troubles of the previous life, drink well and go to the bridge to enter reincarnation." ”

I think this mother-in-law is very familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it, I can't help but look down and laugh, where I have seen it, I have the impression that I have only died once.

I know that this bowl of green stuff is Meng Po tea, and probably everyone will know it when they come here. I drank it all in one gulp, it was so sour and astringent, like I was right to ...... feelings.

Meng Po stared at me, and took out another bowl of Meng Po tea: "Young man, if you don't want to suffer, drink one more bowl, uproot what you want in your heart, and this blood contract will have a chance to be lifted." ”

I shook my hand again and again: "No need mother-in-law, this tea is hard to drink, you better leave it to others, I'll go, mother-in-law will meet in the next life." ”

Everyone else was forked down with a fork, but the two of them did not fork me, but politely asked me to jump down by myself, I folded my hands and thanked him, turned around and jumped.

Nightmares are frightening in the bottomless pit, and sweet dreams are intoxicating. But I jumped off the bridge and I woke up.

I suspect that there is a problem with time, and Lao Tzu just writes this dream, or recalls it, and it takes more than three hours.

But when I looked at the time, I did only sleep for three hours.

This is not good, I don't have Meng Po tea to drink, and the memories of the two lives overlap on me, overwhelming me.

Every detail of the dream was so clear that I was so clear that I was irritable and wanted to fight. And it's the same as the detective, every time I leave a tail for me to guess, I guess Nima has a claw.

I called Li Yan'er and blurted out: "So my third life became a little beast because of this princess of Runguo, right?"

Li Yan'er was asked inexplicably by me: "Chuan'er, what are you talking about? What little beast?"

"Gotta get it, give me an Akashic record. I'll see how I became a brute. ”

Li Yan'er knew that she couldn't resist me, so she could only restart the reading of the Akashic record according to the previous two processes.

"What is my next life, the one after the monk?"

"My dear child......"

", you don't mean my dear child, what is my dear, and what is my love? ”

“............ The reader of Akash's records told me that you were a cow in your life, a diligent old ox. ”

"What the hell is Yu Xiaoshan?"

"Uh...... I can't read his Akashic ...... He didn't allow me to ......"

"Okay, you just have to look at what is most entangled with this cow based on experience!"

"Cow ...... Only the one who is most entangled with his master ......"

"Bull cow?"

"Hmm...... It doesn't matter, because this cow has nothing to do with any other cows. ”

I gritted my teeth: "Okay, then look at the Erbi master and this cow." ”

"There is only one ox that can be used to plow the land, and then the ox's leg is accidentally injured, but your master is also seriously ill and cannot plow the land by himself, and there is no other animal to replace, so he can only whip the ox constantly. Crying while fighting, he also felt sorry for the cow. ”

"How did the cow die?"

"His father died, the family had no funeral expenses, and he was a dutiful son, so he could only kill the cattle and divide them and sell them. ”

I suddenly felt very sorry for myself, I didn't want to have this kind of dream, I didn't want to experience what it was like to be a cow, I still worked hard, I was constantly beaten and scolded, and finally I had to be killed and dismembered by the most important person.

"Isn't it said that cattle can plough the land, and aren't they worth more than beef when sold whole?"

"The cow is too old to work. ”

My nails on the other side of the phone were tightly embedded in the palm of my hand, and it wasn't until it was so deep that the skin was bleeding that I suddenly noticed. What the fuck is this past life!

Suddenly I don't want to ask about the next life, otherwise I will directly ask the life of the emperor's family, the reality is miserable, the past is even more miserable, and I will go crazy if I don't have any fun.