I am a fairy

Chapter 142 Someone enters the grass field!
The last scene that Shi Jia of the Tiangong clan remembered was himself jumping into the water.

He dived hard into the water and fixed the stakes underwater.

then.

He struggled to surface and told the people on the water.

"I found it, I found it."

"At this."

As a result, a wave hit him and he was carried by the current and hit something and lost consciousness.

But not long after, he woke up.

He felt extremely tired and his head was foggy. He wanted to open his eyes, but he could only open them a crack.

Through that gap, the picture gradually came into view.

But he found himself standing in darkness, walking forward in a daze.

"Where is this?"

"Why am I walking here? Didn't I fall into the river? Was someone pulling me out?"

"Who is that?"

"Where are you taking us with the lantern?"

There was a person holding a lantern in front of me, and his figure seemed as tall as a wall.

He didn't know who that was, but his body followed the other person unconsciously, or rather, followed the only ray of light in the other person's hand.

Wait until you come to your senses completely.

Shi Jia had already stepped into a sea of ​​bright red flowers, and the sound of flowing water could be heard in the distance.

His hazy consciousness finally recovered a little, and he saw clearly what was holding the lantern.

"spirits!"

As a member of the Tiangong clan, Shi Jia is no stranger to ghosts and gods.

Although they are not seen as often as dragons, the gods know the characteristics and appearance of ghosts and gods, so they can recognize them at a glance.

Since it was a ghost, although Shi Jia was afraid of its unusual appearance, he was still calm as he had the identity of a god of heaven.

Shi Jia opened his mouth several times, but he seemed to be a little weak and could not make a sound.

After repeating it several times, he finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

"May I ask the god who is leading the way ahead?"

"Where is this?"

"I am Master A of the Tiangong Clan under the Divine Witch. Please let me know."

The ghost turned around and looked at Shi Jia, and shone the lamp in his hand backwards. However, Shi Jia did not notice that at this moment the light illuminated a large group of shadows.

The ghosts did not answer Master A's question, but asked them to continue following them. The red sea of ​​flowers was extremely vast, and the ghosts still had a long way to go.

At this time, a voice came from behind Shi Jia.

"Master Jia, I'm afraid we have reached the netherworld."

Shi Jia looked behind him and saw another Tiangong.

The other person had a strange ghost mask on his face, which seemed to have merged with his face and become another face in the underworld.

even.

This ghost mask can also make various expressions according to its emotions.

In fact, Master A also had a ghost mask on his face at this time, but it also retained some of his facial features when he was alive.

It looked different from the other person's, but he just couldn't see it.

Although he was wearing a ghost mask, Master A recognized his identity by listening to his voice and looking at his body shape.

In addition, there were some other shadows walking in a line behind.

These people also wore ghost masks, with different appearances and postures.

Shi Jia also immediately recognized or guessed that it should be the river worker who jumped into the river with him.

"Are you there too?"

At this time, Master A reacted to what the other party had just said and asked the other Tiangong.

"You mean, this is the underworld and we are already dead?"

The man who was also a heavenly craftsman nodded and said, "Look at our feet. This is the flower of the other shore in the underworld."

Shi Jia immediately looked ahead: "Is the river ahead the Yellow Spring River in the legend?"

The other party nodded: "That must be the case. We have died in the river, and now our souls have returned to the underworld."

Shi Jia felt panic instinctively at first, but after a while, he calmed down.

He sighed: "That's right."

Hearing the conversation between the two people, no, it should be said that the conversation between two ghosts, the river workers also became panicked.

"What, we're dead?"

"Are we in the underworld?"

"We've all turned into ghosts?"

Coming to this magical and bizarre place, one could tell at first glance that this was definitely not a place on earth. Moreover, it was so similar to the underworld in the legend that everyone believed it to about 70%.

They confirmed each other's memories before their death and were more certain that they were indeed dead. There was no reason for them to be alive in such a situation.

Shi Jia looked at the river workers and calmed them down.

"Don't panic, just follow the ghosts and gods."

"Although we are dead, since ghosts and gods have come to take us away, they must have already decided on a destination for us."

"Since we died to protect the embankment, we will not go to hell to suffer the punishment of the netherworld."

Another Tiangong ghost also nodded: "Now that things have come to this, there is no point in panicking and being afraid, just follow us!"

Perhaps this group of ghosts was a little different. The ghost leading the way in front did not arrest them. He even stopped and waited in front with a lamp in his hand while they were talking.

Only after seeing Master Jia and the other ghosts following him did he continue walking forward.

distance.

The banks of the Yellow Springs River were already visible, and the sound of flowing water was becoming louder and louder.

At this moment, from deep within the river bank covered with red spider lilies, voices of people suddenly came.

"Hey!"

"Stay, stay."

When the two Tiangong ghosts and a group of Hegong ghosts heard the shouting, they immediately looked over, trying to find out who was shouting.

Afterwards, the ghosts discovered an extremely strange figure coming along the bank of the Yellow Spring River.

The man was wearing a monk's robe and looked very lean and strong. He also had a ghost mask on his face, but the combination of the ghost mask and the monk's robe gave people a weird and incongruous feeling.

That's clearly a ghost too.

"Hey, fellow donors."

"The ghost god in the distance."

"Don't leave."

As the "Monk Ghost" ran, he let out a loud shout that echoed throughout the river bank, sounding a little anxious.

"Stay, stay."

"Wait a minute, poor monk."

The figure of the "monk's robe ghost" became clearer and clearer. The ghosts followed the ghost holding the lantern and leading the way. Seeing the monk approaching, the ghosts looked at the ghost one after another.

The ghost ignored him, as if he didn't see the monk at all, and continued to stride forward.

The ghosts were talking about it and looking at the ghost in monk's clothes curiously.

"Hey, what is that?"

"He's probably just like us, a recently deceased ghost."

"Why doesn't this ghost have a ghost to lead the way?"

"I'm afraid it's a lonely ghost."

"This ghost is wearing monk's robes, so it must be a monk ghost."

"When a monk dies, he becomes a wandering ghost. It seems that this monk didn't do any good deeds in his life and his merits are shallow!"

The ghosts were whispering to each other, and the "monk's robe ghost" had not yet arrived, so they had already determined his nature.

at last.

The "monk's robe ghost" caught up with the crowd, stopped after seeing the ghosts, and was overjoyed.

"I have been waiting for many days and finally saw someone."

Master A asked him, "Who are you, why are you here on the other side of the underworld, and what do you want to do by calling us?"

The "Monk Ghost" looked at everyone, listened to how they addressed him, and suddenly he understood.

"So to say."

"Are all the donors ghosts?"

Hearing the question from the "Monk's Clothes Ghost", all the ghosts nodded.

"What are you talking about, monk?"

"Of course we are ghosts."

"Aren't you."

"Could it be that this monk doesn't even know that he is dead, and is wandering around the other side of the underworld, becoming a lonely ghost?"

When the "Monk's Ghost" first saw these ghosts, he thought that these people were the same as him, possessing ghost masks and living in the underworld.

But now hearing them say this, it seems that this is not the case. These people are actually dead.

But what surprised and curious the "Monk Ghost" was why these ghosts could enter the underworld. You have to know that this is a place where you can't just go down if you want to. He was able to come down only with the help of the evil ghost's mask.

And in his eyes.

This underworld and reincarnation have long been empty, so where do these ghosts come from?
Suddenly, an idea popped into the mind of the "Monk Ghost".

"Could it be that the cycle of reincarnation has started again?"

The "Monk Ghost" was overjoyed and asked quickly.

"You all are in a hurry, following this Lord of Ghosts and Gods to the other side. Where are you going?" The ghosts shook their heads, and Master A said at this time.

"Now that we have come to the other side of the underworld, we should cross the river."

"As for what will happen next, I don't know."

"When we were alive, we were members of the Tiangong tribe under the divine witch. The tribe leader once told us that we were Tiangong when we were alive and would become divine witches after death. I guess we should go to a place that has been arranged long ago."

"The rest of you were river workers in Yangcheng before you were alive. You were also led here from the Yang world by ghosts and gods along with us."

"Since we are traveling together, we must be going to the same place."

The "Monk's Clothes Ghost" looked at the two and said, "So it was the Heavenly Craftsmen under the Divine Witch who were here. I wonder how the two Heavenly Craftsmen and the River Workers died?"

In fact, when the "Monk Ghost" saw the Tiangong people and Hegong die together, he already had some guesses in his mind, but he just didn't say it out loud.

Shi Jia did not hide it: "The dike in Yangcheng, Yunyang County, broke. We went down to the river to block the dike. Although we managed to complete the task, we did not survive."

After hearing this, the "Monk-robed Ghost" was in awe, and finally understood why this group of ghosts could go down to the underworld and need the guidance of ghosts and gods.

"So, you are the ones who have done such great deeds. I would like to pay my respects to you."

After saying this, the "monk-robed" ghost bowed, then stood up and continued.

"No wonder."

"This reincarnation world of the underworld has long been empty, and mortals can no longer easily go to the underworld."

"You will be personally led by the gods and ghosts to the underworld."

After hearing this, the ghosts also felt that there was something wrong with this "monk's robe ghost".

This "monk's robe ghost" does not seem to be a confused ghost who does not know that he is dead.

It seems.

He knew a lot about the underworld, at least much more than these newly dead ghosts.

At this time, the "Monk's Clothes Ghost" said: "Donor, you are wrong. I am not a ghost, but a human."

At this point, the ghosts were shocked: "What, you are a living person?"

Master A asked, "How can a living person enter this netherworld?"

The monk said, "My name is Kong Hui. I once worshipped Ling Hua Bodhisattva on Baoshan Mountain. I received the golden command from the gods and Buddhas to go down to the netherworld and observe it. I learned this method to enter the netherworld."

"Then, by chance, I got the treasure that can open the door to the underworld of reincarnation."

“But as a living person, although I can enter the netherworld, I can only stop before the other side of the Yellow Spring.”

"I come to the other side every day to wait, hoping to see the day when this cycle of reincarnation begins again."

After saying this, a smile appeared on the monk's mask, and he clasped his hands together and laughed.

"Meeting you all today is my wish come true."

When Master Jia heard the Buddhist name Kong Hui, he immediately knew who the monk in front of him was. He had even seen this monk from afar, but the monk was wearing a ghost mask at the moment, so he did not recognize him for a moment.

“It turns out to be the flower-picking monk.”

Unlike Master A, when the others heard that the monk in front of them was a living person, they all rushed forward.

"Monk, so you are not dead yet, can you still go back?"

"Exactly."

At this time, the ghosts looked at each other and asked one by one.

"Monk, I am dying in a hurry, and I have some words that I haven't left behind. Can you take them back for me?"

"Monk, can you please tell my wife and children at home that although I am dead, I have been led to the underworld by the spirits and ghosts and have not suffered any pain. Please don't worry about me."

"I, I, I, I have something to say too..."

"Monk, please give me a message too!"

The monk wrote them down one by one, and finally clasped his hands and nodded.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely pass on your message!"

Now, all the ghosts felt a lot more relaxed.

While they were talking, the boat on the Yellow Springs River arrived.

After talking to the monk and giving him some final instructions, the ghosts boarded the boat with relief, even though they didn't know what lay ahead.

In the meantime.

The monk also tried to board the ship, but the ship seemed non-existent to him and he could not touch it at all.

The monk finally confirmed that without the order from the gods and Buddhas, he would not be able to cross the river.

Watching the Tiangong ghost and the Hegong ghosts go away, the ghosts were still calling out to him as they left.

"Master, let's say goodbye now!"

"I'm going to the underworld, so I won't say goodbye."

"Everyone has to die. I don't know when I will die and we will meet again."

"Monk, you must convey our words to us!"

"certainly."

The monk stood on the bank of the Yellow Spring covered with red spider lilies, bowed and bid farewell to the ghosts with an extremely solemn attitude.

just.

After getting up, the monk looked at the boat heading to the other side of reincarnation, and the reality of the appointment he had just made with the ghosts became illusory and hazy again.

He had never imagined that one day he would be able to chat and laugh with a group of ghosts on the other side of the underworld and send them to the land at the end of the underworld.

And the other side.

The Tiangong Ghost and the Hegong Ghost boarded the Yellow Springs Boat and headed towards the end.

Passing through layer after layer, arriving at one station after another.

The "consciousness" of the ghosts crossed the Yellow Spring River from the other side where bright red flowers bloomed.

Under the soul flag waved by the necromancer giant, the actual landing and connection were completed.

At the foot of the Netherworld City, the ghosts passed through the gate under the watchful gaze of the terrifying three-eyed ghost with a tiger head and an ox body, as if their entire bodies were being examined from the inside out.

Finally, under the dark palace in the Nether Capital City, they stood on the stage and listened to the voice that judged good and evil and determined merits and virtues coming from the depths of the darkness.

"Heavenly Craftsman A."

"My ancestral home is from Xihe County, Lucheng, Yinzhou. I was once..."

"After death, you can be buried in the grass, and enjoy a lifespan of eighty-seven years. Your merits and virtues are countless..."

Shi Jia climbed up to the high platform of Youdu City and plunged into the constantly rotating vortex.

And after passing through here, he arrived at the next level, which was also his destination and end point.

"Artemisia."

Before Shi Jia entered Haoli, he had imagined what kind of place he would end up in, but the scene that appeared at the end surprised him greatly.

Master A has appeared and is standing in an endless field of wormwood.

Looking up, a small hill deep in the Yunbi Mountain appeared before my eyes.

If you look closely, there seems to be a faint flickering light.

There are many bamboo buildings built on the mountain. Shi Jia is very familiar with each of them, or it can be said that everything here is engraved in the deepest part of his memory.

He had lived there before he left the mountains, or rather, his ancestors had lived here for generations.

"So this is what Haoli meant."

"Homecoming of the Underworld!"

Shi Jia no longer hesitated and ran towards the distance.

It burrowed into the dense grass and disappeared in the vast wormwood.
Only see.

The fireflies in the wormwood field were constantly aroused and flew high.

Not only him, but people from all over Haoli walked in here one after another, and they could even see each other from a distance.

And with the entry of these people, one place after another from the human world was moved in.

The wormwood became more and more lush and lively.

This place seems to reflect everything in the world of the living, but it is completely different.
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Tenryuji Temple.

Under the green lamp and ancient Buddha, a monk with a ghost mask sat on a cushion in meditation, and the disciples on both sides guarded him like Dharma protectors.

There were also many disciples following him and reciting scriptures.

Among the disciples, three who did not steal, robbery or rob were also among them. The three of them became more and more familiar with the scriptures, but the compassion and bitterness on their faces also became more profound.

The three of them didn't know when they would be able to succeed, but they knew that if they couldn't, not only would they not be able to escape while they were alive, they would not be able to escape the clutches of their "master" even after they died.

This monk can go to the underworld!

He also said that if he saw the three of them breaking the precepts or doing evil, he would report their crimes to the gods in the underworld in the future, and when they went to hell, he would wait for them by the Yellow Spring River.

If someone else said this, the three would just take it as a scare tactic. But this monk was different. The three had seen him go to the underworld many times, so how could they not take it seriously?

It is said that.

These days, he has been blocking the Yellow Spring River every day, and no one knows who he is blocking.

suddenly.

The monk opened his eyes, took off his ghost mask and looked at his disciples.

The monk smiled, his joy evident in his words.

"The master has seen it."

None of the disciples knew what the Flower-Picking Monk was talking about. What did he see by the Yellow Springs River this time?
The monk clasped his hands together and slowly closed his eyes.

in front of you.

The scene of the underworld that I just saw seemed to reappear in my mind.

"I see the cycle start again!"

“I see order in the underworld.”

Finally, the monk lowered his head, as if he was worshiping something.

"I'll see you."

"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished!"

(End of this chapter)