Chapter 750: Life and Death, Reincarnation

Hearing the human words coming from the big crow, Zhu Zhu numbly paddled a few times and brought the boat to the shore.

Without him calling, Zhang Daya's ghost had already floated out of the cabin and off the boat. Then I saw the big crow fluttering its feathers, landing on the ground and turning into a man with a black face and black robe. With a flick of the chain in his hand, he caught Zhang Daya and pulled him away!

"Eh!"

Zhuzhu shouted hesitantly, and the other party stopped his feet and said with a ferocious tone: "What are you doing!"

Zhuzi backed away in fear, but the doubts in his heart made him muster up the courage to ask: "Brother, where are you going to take Sister Zhang?"

The black-robed man turned into a big crow impatiently shook the chain and said, "Since she committed suicide, she will not need to cross the Naihe Bridge after her death. She will be sent directly to the City of Fushou to be imprisoned, waiting for her original lifespan to run out, and Only when you have eliminated all your grievances can you reincarnate."

Zhuzhu heard that it was Naihe Bridge and the city that was in vain, and he was even more frightened in his heart. He asked in a trembling voice: "Is this here the underworld?"

"Hahaha, you're really new here! Once you come here a few more times, you'll know where this place is."

The man in black robe laughed loudly, but Zhuzi was shocked: "Am I still coming here?"

"Tsk! Since you have been chosen as the ferryman, you will naturally continue to carry out the task of fetching the dead. This is a great meritorious deed. Think about it, you are also sending people into reincarnation."

Zhuzhu murmured: "I...I...can I not do this job?"

But the other party didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and suddenly shouted: "By the way, I almost forgot something!"

He flicked his sleeves and saw a black light flying over and landing on Zhuzhu's hand.

But it was a dark-faced wooden sign. As soon as he got it in his hand, Zhu Zhu felt a warmth surge in his body, as if there was an invisible cover covering him, blocking out the fishy wind. The ice on his body The bone-chilling coldness has also been dissipated a lot.

"This is your identity token when you walk in the underworld. If you have this token with you, you will not be mistaken for a lonely ghost, and they will arrest you again, so don't lose it! Stranger, don't stay here for a long time, hurry up Leave quickly."

After saying this, the man in black robe pulled Zhang Daya's ghost away, and soon the figure disappeared into the vast fog.

Zhuzi vaguely saw Zhang Daya, who had always been as unconscious as a wooden post, glance at him before he left, and nodded slightly.

Holding the wooden sign, Zhu Zhu still felt confused, but unfortunately the man in black robe had already disappeared without a trace. The boat beneath me shook slightly at this moment, slowly turned its head, and returned to the way it came.

Because he was uneasy before, he didn't dare to look around carefully. Now that he calmed down, he realized that the calm river water under his feet was almost black blood color, and the huge black figures on both sides of the river were all surrounded by high walls. In the four directions of the city, some strange black figures were vaguely visible in the fog, and occasionally ghost cries could be heard that sent chills down the spine.

It wasn't until the river surged again and the boat began to bump that Zhuzhu realized that he had returned to the Raging Dragon River.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and a crescent moon hung high above his head. It was only half an hour since he came out of Aunt Chunhua's house.

Zhuzi almost thought he was just dreaming, but the ebony sign in his hand reminded him heavily that he had indeed just visited the underworld!

In the next few days, Zhuzi became a little absent-minded and seemed worried. The villagers who came to take the boat thought that he was upset about the troubles caused by Zhang and his son, and they all tried to comfort him.

Zhuzi couldn't tell him about his suffering, so he had to leave it at that.

The second time I saw a ghost was half a month later, when an old man from a family named Du in Yanshang Village went there. He also went to take a gift. When he returned to the shore under the moonlight after sitting at the banquet, he saw the ghost. The dead old man also stood beside the wooden stake that tied the boat.

The first time he was alive, the second time he was familiar with it. Zhuzi was no longer so afraid this time. He observed it from a distance for a while before slowly walking over.

Old Man Du died at the end of his life, so except that his body was as weak as a shadow, his appearance looked the same as when he was alive. Seeing him, the groggy old man slowly raised his head and said slowly: "Oh... it's... a pillar..."

Each word was drawn out, slurred and eerie.

Zhuzi was in a very complicated mood, and it took him a while before he replied: "Why don't you go first and sit in the boat?"

Old Man Du shook his head very slowly: "It's not... it's... time."

Zhuzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great! No more long hours in the same boat with ghosts.

He hid in the cabin and glanced at the shore from time to time. When he looked back one time, he found that there was another person standing behind Old Man Du!

Zhuzi was startled, stuck his head out, and then was so frightened that he fell back into the cabin!

I saw that the new ghost's clothes were almost torn into strips of cloth, his face had been slashed several times, and sticky blood dripped all over the floor.

At this time, another ghost came, but this one had a fierce look on his face and several bloody holes on his body.

When the two ghosts came together, they immediately changed from a dull state to a fierce one. They glared at each other with hatred, and they were ready to fight at any time!

Both of them looked strange and did not look like villagers from nearby villages.

Fortunately, the time was about to arrive. The old man at the front floated onto the boat first. The pillar quickly moved out of the cabin. Seeing that the two ghosts hesitated for a moment, they finally made no move and floated up.

He untied the boat rope with fear. If he was destined to be unable to get rid of his duty as a ferryman, then now he just wanted to send these ghosts to the underworld quickly and settle matters.

After re-entering the dead river, the boat didn't sail for long before it stopped on the shore. Two ghost messengers with long forks and green faces and fangs boarded the boat. They caught the two ghosts covered in blood and headed down. pull.

The two souls were no longer ferocious. One was trembling with fear, and the other screamed "Unjust", and was finally dragged down.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Zhu asked with some anxiety: "Where are the two ghost brothers going to catch them?"

One of them looked back at him and said sternly: "These two men stole money, extorted money, and killed each other during their lives. They also divided the stolen goods and beat each other to death. They were both sent to the Hell of Momo Meat Sauce to be tried. If the crime is true, He will be boiled in an oil cauldron first, and then his chest will be cut open. He will suffer for a whole day, and then he will be transferred to the eighth palace, and then he will be sent to a small prison to hold him accountable for his crime!"

Zhuzi was so frightened that he didn't dare to ask any more questions and watched the two scary-looking ghosts dragging the person away.

Old Man Du, who was sitting in the cabin, said quietly: "You must...be...a good person..."

The boat continued to move forward, carrying one person and one soul. It passed the Hell of Ui Mo Meat Sauce and the City of Fushou. A bridge appeared in front of it. There was a large bluestone standing beside the bridge. The words on the stone were as red as blood. On the top Engraved with four big characters are "Get to the other shore early", and on the other side are the words "三生石".

A long line of ghosts with trance-like expressions lined up beside the bridge. An old woman was standing on the bridge, holding soup to distribute to the ghosts.

Zhu Zhu thought to himself, in such a scene, the bridge should be Naihe Bridge, and the one who is sharing the soup is naturally Meng Po.

"It's lined up, it's lined up!"

A ghost officer holding a white stick was shouting, pushing the ghosts who were not standing back into the team. When he saw their boat, he immediately walked to the shore: "The Naihe Bridge only accepts souls who have no complaints and no injustice."

The ship slowly docked, and Old Man Du floated out of the cabin. He stopped when he passed by the pillar, and his cloudy eyes regained consciousness for a moment.

"Zhuzi, my grandson likes to swim in the river the most. I need you to take care of him more on weekdays."

Zhu Zhu nodded quickly and agreed: "Grandpa Du, I understand."

"Okay, I'm leaving. Thank you for sending me this ride."

Old Man Du floated off the boat, and the ghost messenger greeted him: "Come here. First, take a look at the Three Life Stones, and wipe out all the joys and sorrows, laughter, tears, and debts; then drink Meng Po soup and forget the past. After crossing this bridge, Let's go back..."

Zhu Zhu stood blankly on the boat. He only saw six broad avenues extending into the distance behind the bridge. Countless dead souls crowded around but walked silently on these six roads.

It turns out that this is what happens after death. Then the six paths connected are the six paths of reincarnation, right?

This life is over, the next life will continue again, life after life will never end, reincarnation will come and go.

…

From then on, Zhuzhu began his real career as a ferryman, ferrying living people across the river during the day and ferrying dead souls into the underworld at night. Year after year, day after day, I don’t know how many living people I have passed through, and I don’t know how many dead souls I have passed through.

Whether they are tourists passing by or familiar neighbors, they will die when they are alive. After death, they are like a boat, which will be sent to the underworld for reincarnation again.

What I saw and heard during this period may be ups and downs, or it may turn a thousand times; it may be ordinary, or it may be heartbreaking. All kinds of experiences are turned into emotions and stored in my heart. I chew them secretly when I am alone and turn them into my own insights.

Zhuzi lived a total of eighty-one years. Excluding the first twenty-one years, he had been a ferryman for sixty years. When the day came, he was still sitting on his boat, listening to the roaring water of the Nulong River, looking peaceful and peaceful.

He has no fear of death.

The sky was so high and so far away. Zhuzi slowly closed his eyes, wondering who would come to take him into the underworld later, and wondering which of the six realms he would be assigned to...

The pillar is dead.

…

His appearance began to change, the knife-like wrinkles on his face gradually faded, his gray hair turned into black hair again, and with a sigh, his chest, which had stopped rising and falling, began to beat again.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes.