When the boy saw the three people getting off the carriage, he quickly stood up, slapped his knees, and smiled slightly.
Chen Yin knew that the boy in front of him didn't realize that he was a dead soul, and his memory was still stuck in a thousand years ago.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with your family?" Chen Yin stepped forward and asked.
The boy suddenly burst into tears and said, "My grandfather, he refused to accept the blood of the living saint... and he did not allow others to accept it! My mother said: That is the blood that can resist the curse of the dead soul!"
"How do you want me to save you?" Chen Yin looked at the house submerged in the cold.
"Sir, please advise my grandpa. The bottle of blood water is at home. He hid it and took care of it. Save us..." The boy hugged Chen Yin's arm and said repeatedly.
"You have to tell me first," Chen Yin asked expressionlessly, "What do you pagans say about the trial?"
The boy was afraid that Chen Yin would not follow him into the house, so he hurriedly said: "My grandfather told me... no one can escape the judgment, but who comes first and who comes last... He said this Yes, and after the judgment, the messenger of our king will come to the world, and the righteous and pious people will be selected by the messenger of our king and sent to the kingdom of heaven, where the sunshine will only shine on good people."
"Who chooses? Who sends them to heaven?"
"I...I don't know...Maybe grandpa knows..." The boy was so anxious that he almost cried, and continued: "Please go in and persuade him."
After asking enough questions, Chen Yin nodded lightly.
The boy let go of Chen Yin's arm, turned around, pointed at the house, waved to the three of them, and walked in quickly.
Chen Yin looked at Luomea and winked.
After she nodded, Chen Yin opened the spiritual vision eye in the palm of his hand.
The house was divided into three floors. At this time, the building was deserted. The first floor was messy and empty. The boy pushed open the wooden gate and walked into the round arched door.
It was pitch dark inside.
Qindu Yin'er took out a fire sickle and a candle from his arms. With a clicking sound, the candle was lit and gave off a faint light.
She walked up to Chen Yin and illuminated the way forward.
The boy was on the stairs, looking back and staring at them, afraid that they would just leave here.
When Chen Yin and the two of them slowly moved towards the stairs, the boy looked away and continued to climb up the stairs.
When the boy reached the second floor, Chen Yin heard the boy throw himself somewhere.
The sound was muffled, like something weak.
"Mom, Mom... I brought people here, and I asked them to persuade grandpa." The boy's voice sounded excited and panicked.
Following Qin Du Yin'er as he turned around the stairs, Chen Yin saw a bloated and smelly piece of meat, slumped awkwardly and abruptly on the rocking chair, while the boy hugged the lump of meat and called his mother.
The human shape cannot be seen in the meat ball. You can barely see its left and right sides. There is a ball of wool and a long needle stuck to it. There is a spoon in the middle. A little higher, there are two small dark eyes. It is squirming. It is simply amazing. People gag.
"This...is this your mother?" Lomea's face twitched and she said in disbelief.
"Yes...my poor mother, she was tortured like this by the dead soul..."
The boy slipped and fell from the meat ball. He turned to face the three people and begged: "My grandfather is on the third floor. I will go up with you to find him. O King of Kings, please protect my grandfather from obeying your advice."
At this time, the meat ball next to the boy danced with the long needles and spoons in its body.
The boy looked back for a while, then turned around and said again: "My mother said: 'Please save us, otherwise our family will be ruined.'"
"Let's go see your grandfather first." Chen Yin said.
The boy nodded. He walked up to the stairs and was about to go up, but stopped again.
Chen Yin saw him turn around and make a gesture of discussion.
"What's wrong?"
"...My grandpa hates true believers...you...can you pretend to be followers of the King of Kings? Just for a while." The boy suggested.
Chen Yin nodded slightly.
After receiving the answer, the boy turned around and continued walking to the third floor.
Halfway up the stairs, Chen Yin smelled the scent of incense and myrrh. They were deep and long, penetrating through the tiny cracks in the door and reaching the entrance of the stairs.
What followed was the chanting of sutras one after another, and the loud sound of beads turning after each sutra fell.
On the third floor, the voice of chanting scriptures was old and cold.
"The devil who deceives people's hearts,
You said you would promise me earthly wealth,
Don't I know that's a big lie?
Do I not know that the King of kings has promised riches in heaven to the world?
Don't you see the power in our tranquility? "
........
The steps of several people were slow, and Chen Yin listened to the tones of the scriptures, which were long and indifferent, accompanied by the faint fragrance, and felt quite like listening to someone explain the scriptures in a lecture hall.
When the boy reached the end of the stairs, the sound of chanting scriptures stopped, and the boy pushed open the wooden door.
As soon as he entered the room, he said: "Grandpa...several believers are coming to see you."
"Believers? Judgment is coming, are they just like us, not running around?" The old man's voice revealed a faint excitement, "This confirms what our king said, the righteous will also be judged. Quickly Invite them in."
The boy nodded and trotted quickly to the stairs.
He faced the three people, especially Chen Yin, and whispered: "We can only hope that you will come to persuade grandpa, and we can only hope that you can save us."
Facing the boy's instructions, Chen Yin said: "It's no longer helpful."
The boy was stunned. He didn't seem to understand what Chen Yin was talking about.
Chen Yin stared at the boy who didn't know he had become a dead soul, shook his head slightly, and walked up to the third floor.
Stepping onto the floor of the third floor, Chen Yin saw the sacred paintings placed at the very back of the room. The old man was sitting on a plush cushion, holding a song bead with his dry fingers. There was no color in his face, and he seemed to be dehydrated. The bicocai is the same.
There is no part of this worship room that is not in ruins.
"O devout believers of our king, the choice you make must be something she feels is right." The old man sighed as he turned the beads.
Then, the old man very kindly pushed the scripture in his hand in front of several people.
The old man invited: "Pray together, we are here, waiting for our judgment."
Lomea's eyes fell on the scriptures pushed over by the old man. The family in front of him was undoubtedly the righteous believers in the mouth of my king.
And their souls were still being mercilessly devoured by the dead souls in that trial a thousand years ago. At this moment, they were like puppets on strings, twisting and maintaining their appearance in life.
That look of sticking to your faith.
Witnessing this with her own eyes, her mood was indescribably complicated.
"I'm not here to pray." Chen Yin stared at the old man in front of him with his spiritual eyes.
The old man was stunned for a moment. He felt sacred inexplicably.
He raised his wrinkled lips and said, "Then you are here..."
"I'm here to save."
Under the old man's wrinkled eye sockets, his eyes widened, and some kind of shocking emotion overflowed.
"I know you've done good things."
The words fell into the old man's ears, and his hand holding the scripture trembled, and his excitement was beyond words.
Pale tears couldn't help flowing from the old man's wrinkled eyes.
There was an excited look on his face that he had been waiting for for a long time.
“Could it be that...could it be that you are the messenger who comes to earth as the King of Kings said, to choose people and send righteous believers to the kingdom of heaven...where the sunshine only shines on good people. "
"I have nothing to do with her."
