The black-faced Yaksha said forcefully, "What's the point of telling me so much?" Sending you to the Abi Hell to be tortured was decided by the judge in accordance with Yin law. I cannot change it, just like the judgment issued by the judge in the Yang world. As a law enforcer, can I not execute it?
Suddenly hearing a burst of laughter, the black-faced Yaksha turned around and saw a tall Yin official wearing an official hat appeared at the door.
After he laughed, he said to the black-faced Yaksha, I am here. I just heard what the guilty soul Xiao Qi said. I felt that he wanted to repent, so I will give him a chance to dream. To his relatives and friends in the Yang world, he can tell what he saw and heard in hell and the conditions of his torture, so as to educate the world. This exempts him from the punishment in the Abi Hell, and the punishment he should suffer in the City of Vain Death cannot be reduced.
Why don't you quickly apologize to the judge of Hades? The black-faced Yaksha finished speaking. The deceased soul Xiao Qi said with tears in his eyes, Judge of the underworld, please bow to the guilty soul Xiao Qi. The guilty soul Xiao Qi will never forget your forgiveness and rescue grace. I will serve my sentence well in the city of vain death and strive to be reborn as soon as possible. Live up to your high expectations.
Many years later, the ghost Chang Dexiang was reincarnated into a singing cicada, which kept singing in the woods of Dongtu Kingdom in summer and autumn.
At that time, there was a boy carrying a picture folder who was sketching in the woods. Because he could not find a suitable reference for sketching, he walked up and down the path. Suddenly he heard the cicada chirping, and following the sound, he found a big-headed cicada with its tail flapping due to the sound, resting on the branch of a jujube tree. He then had the desire to draw it using it as a reference.
Just as I was writing, the big-headed cicada made a shrill scream, but a mantis sneaked up from behind and clamped one of its wings with two slender green melon seeds. The ground pulsed, but to no avail.
The spotted belly pattern of the big-headed cicada is turning diagonally, and it looks very clear, like a wriggling paintbrush. The boy suddenly felt compassion, quickly approached the jujube tree, grabbed the grass-green mantis, took the big-headed cicada out of its tangled claws and let it fly, and then let the mantis go.
This boy's name is Zou Xianci, and he is a student in the high school art class. His cultural classes are average, but he is good at painting, so he went to the art class. Teachers who teach art often emphasize on the forum that one should pay attention to artistic ethics when studying art.
Zou Xianci felt that the teacher's word "virtue" was not specific. Hearing the teacher's emphasis again that time, he raised his hand and spoke, "Teacher, I don't quite understand the artistic ethics you are talking about." The teacher smiled and said that I should not give a complicated explanation at all. I am afraid that the more I explain, the more confused you will be. So I just said so. For those of you who study art, you must accumulate virtue. To accumulate virtue is to do more good deeds. Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue go together, do you understand?
Zou Xianci, who had been standing for a while, said I understand, and the teacher motioned for him to sit down. He secretly warned himself: In the future, if you do more good deeds and accumulate virtue, you will naturally have artistic virtue. This time he came out to sketch, rescued the big-headed cicada that was captured by a praying mantis, and released the captured mantis. He felt that he was not an oriole waiting for an opportunity to prey on the mantis behind, and he was particularly happy, because he had done a good deed, and it was considered a good deed. He took it for granted that he had accumulated some virtue.
When he took part in the National College Entrance Examination this year, Zou Xianci passed the art class, which was 10 points higher than the admission limit. However, his cultural class was a little more difficult and he just passed the line. After the scores came out, he was a little excited and finally admitted to a formal national art academy.
The night he received the admission notice, Zou Xianci had a strange dream. He dreamed that he was admitted to an art college in the provincial capital, and it was the big-headed cicada that helped him.
It's really strange, how can the big-headed cicada help? he asked confused. Datou Chan said that when you took the basic cultural course test paper to answer questions, if you forgot to add the word "国" for a country on it, 0.5 points should be deducted. In order to repay your previous life-saving grace, I flew to your test paper and scattered a small particle, which just filled in the missing point in the word "国" and helped you realize your dream of entering a higher education. At this particularly critical time, if I don't help you, you will lose your reputation.
Zou Xianci had already forgotten that incident and asked again, when did I save your life? The big-headed cicada then told the details of the time it was caught by the mantis and then rescued and released by Zou Xianci.
After waking up from the dream, Zou Xianci told his teacher about this strange dream, saying that Chan'er cheated on his behalf when he was admitted to the Provincial Capital Art Academy. If he didn't cheat, he would get bad marks; if he did, he would rather drop out of school.
The teacher smiled calmly and said this was nonsense. From ancient times to the present, only people have cheated on exams. How can there be those like Chan'er who cheat on their behalf? But in order to confirm whether his dream was true or false, Zou Xianci repeatedly asked the school teacher to check his test papers through corresponding channels.
As a result, when he applied to the education department to retrieve the basic cultural course test papers he filled out from tens of thousands of test papers, it turned out that what the big-headed cicada said in his dream was true.
It was scattered on the test paper to fill in the dot in the word "国". The sesame-sized dot is still there! For this reason, Zou Xianci, who had already entered school, insisted on dropping out of school, and said that the reason why he was able to enter school was because Chan'er cheated on him.
But when the incident became public, the admissions department and the school involved both believed that the candidate Zou Xianci had good moral character and said they would not pursue the case. Zou Xianci was very grateful to the cicada. Whenever he had time, he would draw cicadas, especially big-headed cicadas, to express his gratitude.
By painting in this way, his cicada painting art improved a lot. Before long, many cicada paintings were in the limelight, almost comparable to Zhang Daqian's paintings, and were collected by famous people in the Eastern Kingdom and Southeast Asian countries and regions.
The next summer, Zou Xianci returned to his home in the countryside for his summer vacation. He had no time to spare, so he still put up a picture folder and painted cicadas. He painted the big-headed cicada that he had saved his life and then dreamed about last year.
Draw it resting and crawling on the tree; draw its belly bulging and shouting "Zhizhizhi"; draw it flying in the sky and easily disappearing without a trace like a shadow. Scene, in short, he drew all kinds of paintings around the imagination of the big-headed cicada.
At noon that day when he was tired from painting, he lay on the bamboo bed in the main room and fell asleep, snoring loudly. At this time, it was obvious that he was dreaming, and in his dream he was still drawing his favorite big-headed cicada.
Suddenly, a red-crowned crane as white as snow flew in front of him and actually spoke to him. It said, classmate Zou Xianci, thank you for drawing me every day and drawing me in various images. Zou Xianci was stunned. He looked at the red-crowned crane and said, "What did you say?" I draw you every day. Where am I drawing you? What I drew is a big-headed cicada.
The red-crowned crane picked up a cicada painting with its slender beak and danced in the wind for a while, then let it go and said, "What you painted is my predecessor." My predecessor was the big-headed cicada whose life you saved.
Zou Xianci didn't quite believe it. He said, "How can you see it?" The red-crowned crane told him that since he saved his life last year, the red-crowned crane's predecessor, a big-headed cicada, stopped chirping and meditated on the tree. As a result, just after winter, it emerged like a Taoist who had been practicing for many years. .
However, because the starting point of its cultivation is low, starting from cicadas, it cannot be like humans, who have the hope of ascending to heaven and becoming gods as soon as they practice Taoism. However, the big-headed cicada is not bad. Through practice, it has upgraded its life level, reincarnating from a low-level cicada into a high-level bird - a red-crowned crane. Some people call the red-crowned crane an angel. It should be said that it is not far from the gods in the sky.
