Yang Jiaren remained silent and lowered his head slightly, as if he was secretly blaming himself. When he was walking, he always felt uncomfortable. When he was alive, he often heard people say that it was difficult to walk on the road to hell. Indeed it is. Looking up on the Huangquan Road, you can't see the sun, moon and stars; looking down, you can't see the dust of the land; looking forward, you can't see Yangguan Avenue; looking back, you can't see your relatives, friends and neighbors.
Yang Jiaren suddenly asked the seducer, Yin Chao Guan, when I was alive, I found that many family members of the deceased burned paper cows, paper horses, and paper carts for the deceased. Now that I am dead and a ghost, why can't I borrow these tools to go on the road? The Goushi laughed and said, how can the paper cows, paper horses, paper cars and other objects burned by the living people for the dead be put to any use? It is just the natural idea of the living people to comfort the dead, and it can be regarded as self-deception. The ghosts of the dead cannot be used at all. You'd better walk slowly!
Due to the bumps and twists and turns along the way, Yang Jiaren walked really slowly. The Gou Shi glared at him and said dissatisfiedly, I know you didn't do anything harmful or bad in your life, and you were still a good person. If you were a bad person and walked so slowly, I would be rude to you.
How can you be so rude? Yang Jiaren asked.
If you are a bad person and walk so slowly, I will take a whip and beat you like an animal.
Hearing what the envoy said, Yang Jiaren speeded up his pace wisely, but in the end his legs were weak and he couldn't walk fast. It's no wonder that it was the first time for him to walk on such a difficult road to the underworld. He felt nervous and sad, and the air felt very dull.
The envoy teased him again, Jia Ren, your current ghost cannot be called a ghost. Only when you enter Fengdu City can you be called a real ghost.
Yang Jiaren said "Oh" and suddenly heard a ghost crying loudly behind him. He turned around and saw a sinister man with a square face was whipping the ghost who seemed unwilling to walk with a whip. Looking again, he felt strange - There is also a ghost who is smiling happily with a round-faced gangster, talking and walking slowly; behind them there is a ghost with a blank expression, following a gangster who is walking honestly, as if he is about to catch up with the one in front...
Ignore people and leave quickly! The messenger pulled the chain that tied Yang Jiaren and urged.
Yang Jiaren leaned forward with difficulty and staggered. He forced himself to walk, and then asked the seducer flatteringly, "Guan Yin, I don't understand why some of the ghosts detained behind him were crying, some were laughing, some seemed to be walking in a daze, and so on. Don't even say it.
The goatee that raised his chin chuckled, and then said, since you asked here, I will tell you that the howling ghost just wants to return the sun, and if his ghost refuses to do so, he will have no choice but to cry. howl. The joking ghost was more cunning than the previous one. He talked sweetly with Yin Zai along the way, hoping to persuade him to let Yin Zai release him and return Yang. The ghost who walked with his head buried in his chest was a bit demented, so he had nothing to say to the ghost who held him captive. There are other situations that I don’t want to talk about.
Yang Jiaren was excited and asked, "Yin Chao Guan, if a person dies, can he return Yang?" Can you let me return to Yang? The envoy said, how is that possible? Yang Jiaren knelt down on his knees, kowtowed to the hooker a few times, then raised his head and said, "Officer Yin, can you do a good job?" I think the Yang world is better than the underworld. I am not used to being here. Even the sky is gloomy, as if there is never any bright time, and my mood cannot be cheerful.
The messenger roared fiercely, who cares about you kowtow? Get up and hurry up, don't dawdle. If you want me to return you to Yang, stop dreaming. If you take ten thousand steps back and I let you return to the world, you won't have a body to come back to life. Your body has been enshrined and buried on the hill. Although it has not decomposed yet, even if your soul returns to the body and comes to life in the coffin in the tomb, no one will know that you have come back to life, and no one will open the coffin, you will still be forced to death. You still have to trouble us to arrest your ghost again. You think we have nothing to do!
Yang Jiaren gave up the idea of returning Yang, walked for a while with his head buried, and then asked Yin Cha a question, so, what kind of Yin soul can return Yang? The messenger said that most of the people who died had reached the end of their lifespan. If they wanted to return to the sun, they must let disciples who were familiar with underworld affairs do things as early as possible to buy longevity and snatch souls. Buying longevity and snatching souls were all done on the Huangquan Road, because they had not yet entered Fenghuang. In the capital, everything is still turning around. It can be seen that Huangquan Road is an accident-prone area.
As for those who commit suicide before their lifespan is up, there is certainly no such thing as buying their lives to steal their souls. Generally speaking, it is very difficult for a ghost who has gone to hell to get the living people to help him buy his life and snatch his soul, so that he can live a long life after returning to the world.
Especially on the Huangquan Road, no matter how much the ghost begs and tries to persuade the ghost, it is all in vain. Even if Yin Hun tried his best to escape, he could not break free from the chain of death in Yin Chai's hands. If you don't do it well, you will get a beating from the annoying Yin Chai in vain.
Yang Jiaren sighed, drooped his head and said, "To put it this way, I don't have the slightest hope of returning to the sun." The messenger replied, of course. Yang Jiaren said again, I am too tired from leaving. Officer Yin, can you find a hotel to rest for one night before leaving?
That Gou's eyes stood up, his face tightened, and he kept saying no, no, no, haven't you heard of it? There are no inns on Huangquan Road. This is no joke. He pulled the chain hard, and when he saw Yang Jiaren frowning in pain, the messenger felt happy, and continued, I was afraid that you would delay your trip, and I hope you leave quickly and get out of this hellish road as soon as possible! You still want to rest and recuperate, how is that possible? If you want to rest, go to your final destination—Fengdu City!
After walking for a while, they saw a high stone platform in the distance. Yang Jiaren asked the envoy, what was that?
Isn’t that Wangxiang Terrace? The hooker said it vividly, have you heard anyone say it? As soon as I arrived at Wangxiang Terrace, I looked at my hometown from afar and could not come back. However, I know that you don't plan to go back.
I knew I couldn't go back to my hometown, so my plan was in vain. Yang Jiaren opened his eyes wide and continued to look forward. He asked in surprise, "Have I walked through the road of Huangquan?"
Yes, now I have taken you to the third station of the underworld - Wangxiang Terrace. The messenger said.
After walking a few more steps, the stone platform became clearer. It was in the shape of a sitting, lying, rotating body, with streams of yin light bursting out. There are also three big red characters "Wangxiangtai" written on it.
Yang Jiaren suddenly asked, who built this? The hook made him smile and told him that this was the result of the sincere wish of the great and compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, who cares about all living beings and does not want to die, and misses his relatives at home. Let you, the newly deceased souls, stand on the gazebo and take a last look at your hometown and your relatives. Generally, when a newly deceased soul reaches the Wangxiang Terrace, there is almost no possibility of its resurrection, because by this time, its physical body in the world will be buried in a coffin at the latest.
The messenger pointed to the platform and said to him, "Jia Ren, you can go up and have a look."
Okay, thank you Guanshiyin Bodhisattva for using his incredible compassion and aspiration to create this home-viewing platform, so that I, a dead soul who has left my hometown, can take a last look at my hometown. It is really great. Yang Jiaren was in high spirits and had a smile on his face. But when he climbed up to the viewing platform and faced his hometown, he saw his son Yang Chunlong, who was dressed in plain clothes and silently knelt down in front of his spiritual tablet to worship his grieving and sobbing son Yang Chunlong. He couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into grief. Voice.
I ask you to go up to the Wangxiangtai and take a look at your hometown. Why are you crying? The hook asked knowingly.
