I am a fairy

Chapter 129: Gods and Buddhas Descend into the World
Eunuchs and monks were kneeling below, while a shaman wearing a cloud robe and a divine mask stood in front of the wall.

Light surged from behind.

The shadow of the witch was pulled infinitely outward, and then the dazzling light dissolved the shadow into the blazing white.

But, at that last moment.

The eunuch and the shaman vaguely saw something.

They stared up in amazement, their hands trembling as they pressed down on the floor tiles.

They saw a tall and majestic figure walking down from the white clouds and pouring into the body of the witch.

"Yun Zhongjun!"

In an instant, a name appeared in their minds.

And at this moment.

In the eyes of the witch standing in front of the cloud wall, she saw a figure walking out from behind her and coming in front of her.

"God Lord!"

"Lingzi doesn't know what to do, so he can only ask the Lord of God for help."

Yun Zhongjun said, "I already know."

Divine wizard: “Hmm!”

After saying that, Yun Zhongjun's shadow turned into light and rushed towards her, like layers of clouds surrounding her and merging with her.

The strange vision before his eyes dissipated, as if he had fallen from the clouds to the human world again, and the scenes in the longevity palace on earth also appeared before his eyes one by one.

The wizard opened his eyes.

She felt as if she had really turned into Yun Zhongjun, and the god was in her body.

Even her movements and demeanor, every move, unconsciously became exactly the same as the God of the Clouds in her memory.

She seemed.

She has been looking forward to truly playing the role of Yun Zhongjun in her heart, or to truly become Yun Zhongjun, for a long time.

At this time, another voice came from the image of the god of heaven. It was the voice of "Lord Yunzhong".

"Kong Hui!"

The wall of clouds representing the gate of yin and yang suddenly opened, and the gods descended to the world in the body of a divine wizard.

The monk suddenly felt an invisible pressure pressing on him along with the light, which made him tense all over and his breathing became rapid.

The same thing happened to Eunuch Ma standing by. He raised his head slightly and found that the "divine wizard" was looking at him.

He suddenly felt unprecedented pressure, a pressure that even the emperor had never given him. He quickly lay on the ground, not daring to look.

Only the monk was still looking at the shaman, but his expression had become solemn and dignified.

The voice of the "divine wizard" changed, and he called out the monk's name, and then asked.

"Who do you think I am?"

The monk put his hands together and bowed: "I saw the Buddha."

The "divine witch" said again: "You have Buddha in your heart, so when you look at me, I am Buddha. In the eyes of the divine witch, there is Lord Yunzhong, so when you look at me, I am Lord Yunzhong. What do you say I am?"

As for Ma Fu, who was crawling below and dared not speak, Yun Zhongjun did not mention him.

It was as if he was saying that there was nothing in his eyes but only the mundane things of this world, and he could see nothing.

The monk still insisted: "I saw the Buddha."

The "divine wizard" said: "You want a Buddha in your heart."

The monk stopped talking, but put his hands together and looked up reverently and solemnly.

Yun Zhongjun: "Going to hell may not give you what you want. Do you really want to go?"

Monk: "Please let the gods and Buddhas show me the way."

Yun Zhongjun: "No regrets."

Monk: "I will never regret it even if I die."

Yun Zhongjun stopped talking, and at this time there was a noise outside the Shou Palace.

"Pap...pap...pap..."

It was the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor, but the sound was really loud.

There must be an incredibly tall and heavy "person" walking there, who could make such loud footsteps.

Ma Fu knelt on the ground and listened to the conversation between the monk and Yun Zhongjun with his ears perked up. His mind was highly concentrated and he naturally felt the movements around him.

When the huge black shadow pressed down, the eunuch couldn't help but look to the side.

But when he looked around, he only saw a strange outline.

immediately.

Sweat began to flow down from his forehead and neck.

A non-human creature walked in from outside the palace, entered the hall, knelt down, faced Yun Zhongjun, and held a jade plate in his hand.

Glancing at it from the corner of my eye, I could see that it was a ghost wearing a black helmet with a sky-high bun on the helmet.

"What is this?"

It was the first time that Ma Fu saw ghosts. He had only heard of their existence but had never seen them with his own eyes.

However, this was the second time that the monk had seen a ghost directly, and he vaguely felt that this was the person who saved him by the river last time.

The monk was a little braver and looked into the jade plate. He saw a mysterious ghost mask in the plate. He didn't know what it was made of, but its structure was extremely complex and exquisite.

There was a light on it, and even though it had not been put on, the position of the ghost mask's eyes was faintly lit.

It was as if this ghost mask was a living creature.

Or maybe there is something attached to it.

The ghost held up the jade plate and signaled the monk to take out the contents of the plate.

The monk understood immediately that the gods and Buddha had agreed to his request.

just.

Only by wearing this mask can he go into the netherworld of reincarnation where no living person is allowed to enter.

Only in this way can the ghosts and gods waiting on the side lead him to the underworld.

"This netherworld is truly a place that one must not enter lightly!"

At this point, the monk had no way out.

He didn't want to retreat anymore.

After bowing, the monk prostrated himself on the ground with his hands raised as if he was holding a lotus platform.

After performing the great ceremony, he slowly took out the evil ghost mask and put it on his face.

Soon, he learned how to put on the mask, and the mask automatically put on his head and started working.

The monk heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears, and then a quiet melody sounded.

The scene before my eyes was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, he seemed to hear the whispers of ghosts and gods in his ears.

"Netherworld."

"the other side!"

That told him where he was going.

The wind grew louder and stronger.

The monk felt his body lighten, as if another self had been pulled out of his body, and then he didn't know where he went.

And on the side, Ma Fu was only one meter away from the monk.

Naturally, he saw the whole process clearly, and saw with his own eyes the monk's body collapse limply and his hands slowly drop down.

It seems like he is already dead.

Afterwards, the ghost god also stood up and walked out of the Shou Palace step by step. Ma Fu seemed to see vaguely that there seemed to be another shadow beside the ghost god.

He then understood that it was the dark ghost that was leading the monk's soul to the netherworld.

Although no one said a word during the whole process, the monk completed the process of going to hell silently.

But it was precisely because of this deathly silence that the process became extremely terrifying and eerie, at least that was the scene in the eyes of the eunuch Ma Fu.

Ma Fu watched as sweat continued to pour out and he kept swallowing his saliva. He wanted to wipe it off, but he didn't dare to move. He could only let the sweat flow out.

After his back was wet, a wave of coolness kept coming over him. He wished he could completely close his eyes and ears, not see anything and not think about anything.

It was not until this moment that Ma Fu completely believed it.

This monk actually means it.

"crazy."

"Totally crazy!"
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The monk followed the ghost in a daze.

In fact, he was still conscious, but it was too dark here and he could not see anything. After a long time, he felt that his consciousness became as blurry as the darkness.

Only when the ghost's eyes swept through the darkness could he vaguely see what was around him.

It was a desolate place with nothing in it. The whistling wind sounded like a scream, and dirty sand was floating in the wind.

"Is this the Netherworld?"

"It doesn't seem to be anything surprising?"

“Why aren’t there any other ghosts?”

"Somewhere else?"

"Is this place really the reincarnation of the underworld?"

Until he stood in front of a sea of ​​flowers.

For an instant.

The monk's eyes suddenly became clear and his spirit felt as if it were flowing into a trickling spring.

What catches the eye.

It is a sea of ​​flowers blooming like flames.

The flowers bloomed by the bank of a broad, flowing river. The flowers were as red as fire and seemed to be blooming with light. The monk could see them clearly.

In this dark and gloomy place, the sea of ​​flowers is also set off by a beauty that makes people's hearts beat and their souls move.

"The other side of the flower!"

He finally understood what the word "the other shore" meant.

He stood in the sea of ​​red spider lilies and felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

The monk opened his mouth and looked around blankly, at the sky, and then at the ground.

Then he bent his knees and squatted, touching the swaying flower of life and death with his hands.

There was a real touch in my hands.

"it is true."

What the monk wants to say is not only that the flower is real, but also that the netherworld beneath his feet and the reincarnation of life and death called the other shore are real.

It seems to have been until this moment.

In the monk's heart, he finally accepted that he had really arrived in the underworld, or in other words, he completely believed in the existence of the underworld and reincarnation.

But at this moment, the monk's mood was extremely complicated.

all the time.

He longed for the real existence of the underworld and reincarnation, and he also preached that the underworld existed in the world, that life and death were determined and that reincarnation would never end, and that he preached the theory of sin and good and evil.

But he actually never believed in reincarnation and the underworld, because he had crossed countless mountains and rivers and had never seen the legendary gods, Buddhas, and ghosts.

Until he came to the bank of the river.

Standing in front of this wall of clouds.

At this moment, everything he had believed in in the past completely collapsed.

The monk stood on the other side of the river covered with red spider lilies, looking blankly into the distance. He heard the sound of flowing water, hesitated for a while, and then continued walking forward.

"The underworld and reincarnation really exist, but are they as recorded in the scriptures?"

Before long, he was standing on the Yellow Springs River.

He stood there waiting, and soon he saw a small boat slowly approaching, and the person rowing the boat was another ghost.

He boarded the boat, and the gods and ghosts supported the boat and sailed away into the distance.

When it goes away.

He watched the water of the Yellow Spring rolling down, and occasionally saw some vague shadows, but they were generally indistinguishable, just like the regrets of the dead sinking in the Yellow Spring.

He leaned down and quietly watched the reflection in the water, as if he was looking at a blurry mirror.

He saw a figure in robes that looked like a scholar from ancient Chu emerging from the water, seemingly saying something.

Listen carefully and you can hear it faintly.

"The soul is floating in the netherworld, and the laughter, tears and cries of the past have all become memories."

"Soul, come back and look at the fireworks of the world from afar."

"My heart is attached to the world, and I can't let it go."

"..."

"The past events of this world are still fresh in my mind, but I am already separated from the netherworld. I cannot help but shed tears on my clothes."

The voice is sad and the tone has an ancient charm.

I don’t know which dynasty or generation he was from, or what his name was.

Hearing the sad sigh, the monk could not help but want to lend a helping hand, trying to ferry the lonely soul sinking in the river onto the boat.

But after reaching out his hand, it was like a monkey trying to reach for the moon.

I can only watch helplessly.

The shadow of Huangquan dissipated at the touch of a finger.

The monk asked the ghost, "Are these lonely souls who cannot be reborn or reincarnate, or are they the ghosts who have crossed the river and are attached to the world?"

The ghost didn't answer, just looked at him.

The monk asked: "If it is a lonely ghost who has not entered the cycle of reincarnation, can I help him move on?"

The ghost looked at him and still did not answer.

The monk asked again: "Where are we going?"

The ghost moved at this time, raised his hand and pointed to the distance, as if saying it was there.

The monk followed the direction and looked towards that place.

In the depths of the Yellow Springs River.

The monk vaguely saw the river crisscrossing and turning, where there was a ferry and a bridge.

Stand on tiptoe to look ahead, gaze carefully.

Penetrating through the layers of darkness, you can vaguely see a magnificent city behind the bridge, but the city is hidden in the depths of the underworld, like a mountain suppressing the cycle of reincarnation.

The boat gradually reached the most turbulent bend of the Yellow Springs River, and we had no choice but to disembark and move forward.

After the monk got off the ferry, the ghost paddled the boat away.

The monk called out from the shore: "Hey, how can I get back home?"

The ghosts and gods ignored me and just went away alone.

The monk immediately thought: "I'm afraid I can't go back."

The monk could only come under the bridge. He had not noticed it from a distance before. When he stood under the bridge, he looked up and saw a huge and transparent giant standing at one end of the bridge.

That giant spirit was dressed like an ancient emperor, and he might be taller than the clouds. However, there were no clouds in the underworld, so there was no way to compare him.

However, his figure was as transparent as mist, and became increasingly invisible in this dark underworld, or perhaps his figure could only be seen by stepping onto the bridge. Therefore, the monk finally saw him only when he was very close to him.

The giant held a long banner in his hand, which was swaying continuously on the bridge along with the miserable wind from the underworld.

The monk shook his head and looked around under the bridge.

There were colorful patterns on the banner, depicting scenes of guiding the souls of the deceased and calling them to rest in peace. The paintings included the souls of the deceased wearing ancient clothes, as well as ghosts and strange beasts from the underworld.

Although the monk is not a scholar, he is well-read and has heard of some legends.

The custom of summoning spirits has existed in Chu since ancient times, and there are even rumors of summoning spirits of giants.

People say that it has a huge body and is strong enough to move mountains. It can call upon wandering souls by waving a soul-calling banner and feeds on human souls.

When a king or a prince of Chu died, they would invite a shaman to perform a ritual. The shaman would then recite the song "Calling the Soul" to summon the soul of the deceased to accept sacrifices and offerings, guide the soul to rest in peace, and prevent it from going astray.

The monk also read out a passage from it at this moment.

"Soul, come back! The East cannot be trusted."

"A man may be a thousand feet tall, but his soul is the only thing he can ask for."

A giant who is a thousand feet tall refers to a giant who is a thousand feet tall.

“Could it be that this is what is before us?”

However, the monk saw that the giant soul-calling spirit was waving the soul-calling flag, but not a single soul came.

The bridge and the ground were empty, with only him there.

Suddenly.

The monk's previous doubts resurfaced in his mind.

"Where is the ghost?"

“Why aren’t there any other ghosts?”

The monk had a lot of questions, but no one could answer them for him, so he could only keep moving forward.

When passing by the bridge, the ancient giant holding the soul-calling banner glanced at him.

No matter how brave the monk was, he couldn't help feeling afraid and immediately chanted scriptures to calm his mind. However, the giant soul-calling spirit did not take him down and devour him, so the monk finally walked across the bridge and reached the other side.

At this moment, he stood in front of the Youdu City.

As long as he passes through this door, all his previous doubts may be resolved, and he will be able to truly see the true face of the underworld.

The monk walked forward step by step, and a huge roar came from the front.

"Buzzing..."

The dusty gate of Youdu finally burst open, revealing the scene inside.

The monk stood in front of the gate of Youdu City and looked inside.

then.

Revealing a face full of astonishment.
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The scene returns to reality and comes to the cloud wall of Shou Palace.

The evil ghost's mask fell off his face and landed on the jade plate.

At the same time, one could see that the monk also had an expression of astonishment on his face. He thought for a long time but still found it difficult to understand what he saw.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Hell is empty."

"hell."

“It’s empty.”

Before I knew it, it was already dark outside.

Yun Zhongjun had long gone, and the cloud wall that radiated divine light had returned to calm. Only monks and eunuchs were left here, as well as the curtains that fluttered like clouds as the night blew.

The eunuch, who had been waiting for who knows how long, was overjoyed when he saw the monk finally wake up.

"Master Nianhua Monk, you are back?"

The monk looked at the eunuch and said, "Master Ma, are you still here?"

Eunuch Ma: "We all came here together, how can I leave you?"

In fact, it was the wizard who didn't let him go alone. He really didn't dare to go alone. Otherwise, with a person who had gone to hell beside him, he would have run away long ago.

Then he couldn't help but ask.

"Just now, Master Nianhua Monk really went to the netherworld. Did he gain anything?"

"besides."

"What do you mean by saying that hell is empty?"

Monk: "Master Ma, do you really want to know?"

Ma Fu hesitated: "Let's not ask."

The monk smiled, and the two of them worshipped the cloud wall together, then stood up and walked outside.

But the monk looked worried.

He went to the underworld and reincarnation as he wished, but the doubts in his heart were not resolved, but became more.

When the eunuch went out, his legs were trembling. It was not known whether it was because he had been kneeling for too long or because too many strange things had happened today.

After going down the mountain, the eunuch stood in front of the carriage and said goodbye to the monk.

He looked at the big monk with complicated feelings.

Ever since entering this temple in the clouds, his perception of this monk has changed again and again. In these few short hours, the appearance of this monk in his eyes seemed to be constantly changing.

At the beginning, he thought that this monk was extremely abominable. He actually used him as a cover to trick him into coming to the shrine of Yun Zhongjun, leaving him in a dilemma.

Afterwards, I felt that this monk was really bold to say such words in front of the shaman.

Later, he thought that this monk might be a lunatic, and he actually wanted to go to the underworld and hell to take a look.

Now, looking at the monk who had walked through the underworld, he felt a sense of admiration for him. This monk is really not afraid of death!
Ma Fu said: "Master, please come and visit me again if you are lucky enough."

The monk holding the flower said: "This time, please forgive me, benefactor."

Ma Fu: "It was the master who led me to see the divine witch. I should be the one thanking the master."

He bowed and said goodbye.

(End of this chapter)