I am a fairy

Chapter 143 Yun Zhongjun has many things to consider
Artemisia.

The elk walked in the wilderness, and colorful lights could be seen faintly as it leaped and jumped.

On his back was a white-robed deity with a halo behind his head, appearing and disappearing among the tall grass.

With the halo behind his head and a mount, Yun Zhongjun's style seems to be completely different.

At least it's gone up a few levels.

This mount was originally an elk in the jungle, two meters long and weighing two to three hundred kilograms. Yun Zhongjun had seen it many times but had never caught it.

It was finally caught recently, but it was not killed as prey or put into a jar.

Instead, he put a mask that suited it, making the deer a divine deer that could walk between the yin and yang worlds.

"Xixi!"

"Shhhhh!"

The gods rode on deer and walked in the land of wormwood. The divine deer used its tall, strong but nimble body to push aside the patches of wormwood, and kept appearing in different places, as mysterious as a flickering firefly.

Sometimes he stood in the grass and looked into the distance at the mansion in the underworld, or walked past the old thatched house.

sometimes.

The divine deer would leap over the stream at the foot of the mountain. On the hillside were bamboo houses built in the style of mountain people. Along the way, the gods would quietly watch all the newly dead ghosts that came to this underworld.

among them.

Some ghosts would use their own merits to exchange for magnificent manors, fine clothes and delicious food in this barren land.

Some ghosts materialized more hometown places, as if they wanted to leave behind a piece of underworld land for eternal inheritance, waiting for their descendants and clansmen to come and live here after they died.

If someone is away from home, the ghosts living in the weeds can still interact with each other if they know each other, but they cannot enter the other person's tomb without the other person's permission.

The god riding on the elk watched quietly for a while, and then left silently. The elk leaped through a colorful light and left the layers of underworld.

There was nothing in the sky, but the deer seemed to be able to step on the stairs and climb up.

Not long.

The elk climbed over layers of clouds, passed through the gate of heaven and came to the Moon Palace.

Miyashita.

The fairy holding the rabbit asked the god riding the deer: "How is Haoli?"

Jiang Chao did not dismount the deer, but just rode it under the laurel tree.

Jiang Chao: "They seem to feel pretty good, but..."

Wangshu: “That’s it?”

Jiang Chao: "It's just that Haoli is a little cold, but they seem to think that their relatives and descendants will be able to go down to Haoli in the future, so they didn't indulge in pleasure, but started to prepare."

Wangshu: "I've observed that they are expanding the Yin house and using merits to buy the land for the dead. Many people are even reluctant to use their merits, as if they want to accumulate them for later use."

"I was wondering why. It turns out that he wanted to wait for other people to come in and then use it!"

For the sake of future generations, these things seem to be engraved in the blood of the people living on this land.

Jiang Chao: "They don't know that coming to Haoli is not an easy thing. They can come, but their clansmen and descendants may not be able to come."

Wangshu: "It doesn't matter. As long as you do good deeds for us, we will have enough jars."

"More and more people enter the virtual world of Haoli, which will allow the brain and consciousness to transmit more data and information about reality through the red spider lily nervous system, and the entire virtual world will become closer and closer to reality."

"Yun Zhongjun!"

"As gods, we cannot be reluctant to give a jar to those mortals who are waiting to be freed from the sea of ​​suffering."

From other people's perspective, Wangshu sounded like a bodhisattva who saved people from suffering, and Jiang Chao became the bad guy.

Only Jiang Chao knew what Wangshu was planning.

Jiang Chao: "This is not a matter of a jar. You can't put everyone in the jar. Will there be anyone left in this world by then?"

Wangshu: "A weak body cannot survive forever. Disease, disability, and pain are always around us. What's wrong with wanting to escape from this fragile flesh and blood and enter the honeypot of happiness?"

Jiang Chao: "I said that people can only be sent to the Artemisia Land when they are dying or after death, and before entering the Artemisia Land, they must pass the will inquiry."

Wangshu: "So, it's not that they are put into the jar while they are alive, but they are allowed to choose whether to enter the jar after they die."

"Yun Zhongjun!"

"In the past, when people were facing death, the only choice they had was a box. In ancient times, it was a big box, but now it is a small box."

"And you gave them another choice."

"Jar."

"What a wonderful thing!"

Don't just assume that these words came from Wangshu's mouth. In fact, this decision was made long ago by Jiang Chao. People cannot be put into jars while they are still alive, and anyone who enters Haoli can choose whether to enter voluntarily.

If it were Wangshu, she would be the type of person who sets a goal and rushes forward regardless of the consequences.

In order to complete a few projects, she might put the entire world's population into a jar within a few years just to speed up the process.

It won’t be like it is now, where we are not given any choice.

prior to.

Jiang Chao also asked why Wangshu did nothing before he woke up from the hibernation chamber.

Later I thought about it and realized that it was a good thing she didn't do anything.

otherwise.

After Jiang Chao woke up, he probably saw an empty world where everyone was in underground jars.

Wangshu is like an extremely fast and reckless truck, rushing all the way towards its destination. Even if there is a city in front of it, she will run over the city to reach her destination.

Moreover, this big truck is conscious and often has wild ideas. When it suddenly broke down and stopped on the side of the road, she didn't think about finding parts to repair herself, but thought about how to turn everything around her into parts.

Only driver Jiang Chao could step on the brakes and avoid losing control.

However, now that it has started, some people have already moved in.

The planning and operation of the virtual world Haoli cannot be stopped so easily. It is conceivable that Haoli will become bigger and bigger in the future.

even.

It gradually becomes another world comparable to the human world, which no one can live without.

Jiang Chao: "The expansion and popularization of the Haoli virtual world should be slow. Don't be in a hurry. Run it for a while and see if there are any problems. Stop it."

"Also, one more thing."

"People with outstanding merits can enter the Haoli after death, or we can try to let them take up some positions and manage some facilities."

"For example."

"Serving as the god of the earth, running a certain community temple, living in the virtual world of the underworld on weekdays, but once a problem occurs, he can immediately connect to the local community temple to deal with the problem."

"On weekdays, you can live in the virtual fantasy created by Huangquan Base, but you can also connect to the human world and be responsible for transportation on the Yangtze River or other work."

"However, we also need to set up a system of rules to constrain those who hold different positions, so that when they are working, they cannot use the convenience of their own facilities to do things that harm the world of the living."

"..."

Jiang Chao walked through the weeds and seemed to have thought of a lot of things, which he blurted out all at once.

Wangshu seemed very happy after hearing this.

She looked at Yun Zhongjun and said, "Yun Zhongjun, you finally understand the sense of ritual."

Yun Zhongjun looked at her: "What sense of ceremony?"

The decision was made after Jiang Chao had just taken a walk around Haoli.

He hadn't noticed it before, but after the new dead ghost moved in, although he felt that Haoli had become much more lively on the one hand, he also felt that there was a strange sense of death on the other hand.

After thinking about it carefully, although people have entered here, if it is a completely closed and stagnant virtual world, problems will arise in the future.

"The Yin and Yang worlds need to be connected so that they don't become stagnant water."

Jiang Chao gave the task and Wangshu was responsible for its execution.

That's it.

A decision has been made regarding the virtual world Haoli, as well as a preliminary operation plan for the entire system in the future.

In this way, the Haoli system, or even the entire system of the underworld, ghosts, gods and dragons, has truly been implemented.

Only when "Yun Zhongjun" stamps his seal and issues a document can the underworld exist.

After saying this, Jiang Chao rode on the deer and prepared to leave the heaven and return to the human world.

At this time, Wangshu seemed to have received some news from the human world, and then looked at Jiang Chao.

Jiang Chao saw that she had something to say: "What's wrong?"

Wangshu smiled and said, "Master Yunzhongjun, something happened to you again. You can't go back to play games."

Jiang Chao: "What's the matter?"

Wangshu explained the reason.

Because of a monk, the existence of the underworld, hell and Haoli are now widely spread among the mortals in various counties and prefectures of Jinzhou.

They believed that people who did good would go to the land of the underworld, but they also firmly believed that people who did evil would go to the underworld hell, which is the theory of reward and punishment, and cause and effect and reincarnation.

With fuel and fuel.

The public anger caused by the previous disrepair of the levee and the delay in disaster relief was also aroused. At this time, there were still people who embezzled disaster relief food. A large number of victims who could not get food were furious. Now the public was outraged and took down these people.

These people must be executed in front of the community temple, they must die, and they must go to hell.

"Now."

"The newly built community temple was crowded with common people, officials, monks and Taoists, all waiting and watching these people go to hell!"

Jiang Chao: "Watch these people go to hell?"

"How can they see?"

Wangshu said: "Unfortunately, the monk is holding the ghost mask you gave away, and is now waiting for the evil ghost to go to hell by the Yellow Springs!"

Having said that, the Moon Goddess's cold face couldn't suppress the curved corners of her mouth. At this time, she slightly tilted her head, as if she was smiling.

But after a while, she turned around and looked at Jiang Chao and said.

"Great God Yunzhongjun."

"You don't want to just tell them that wicked people don't go to hell, do you?"

When Jiang Chao heard the monk holding the evil ghost mask he had given away, he immediately knew who it was.

He never imagined that the mask he originally gave away with the intention of giving someone a small benefit of entering the virtual world after death would eventually become the stone that he lifted to hit his own feet.

But the more it is at this time, the more we cannot panic and let others laugh at us. Yun Zhongjun was calm and asked calmly.

"What do you think we should do?"

The Moon Goddess did not give an answer and left gracefully.

"I am just a small weather forecaster, and my only concern is how to complete the mission given by Lord Yunzhong."

"Lord Yunzhongjun is different. He has many more things to consider."

"These things are all your responsibility. I'm responsible for execution and you're responsible for decision-making. Isn't it always like this?"

Wangshu said this, but he was actually harboring evil intentions.

At the beginning, Yun Zhongjun said that people should not be sent to hell casually. Those evil ghosts from the Five Ghost Realms were the last batch.

She was waiting for Yun Zhongjun to slap her in the face.

At that time, she could jump out and tease Yun Zhongjun again. This was her greatest pleasure and happiest moment in her daily life.

Especially looking at the lazy Yun Zhongjun, who was torn between a rock and a hard place because of this problem and had to move and could not lie down.

That would be even happier.

The fairy left gracefully, and Yun Zhongjun was left alone.
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Ever since I saw the underworld start to function again, life and death were reset, and ghosts were able to enter the underworld.

The monk was very excited.

Ever since the Monk Nianhua led his disciples south due to a dispute with other Buddhist lineages, he has never been as happy as he is now.

Because this time, the monk truly saw that the great vow he had made would one day come true.

the next day.

He took his disciples to where Tiangong was and told them the words that the two dead Tiangong had asked him to bring back, which could perhaps also be called their last words.

However, these last words were not left before his death, but were left on the banks of the Yellow Springs River.

The Tiangong tribe members who stayed behind did not know what happened in Jinzhou at this moment, and were shocked after hearing it.

"What, Master A is dead?"

"You saw him by the Yellow Springs River?"

"How can you go to the Yellow Spring River?"

"Monk, you actually also have this ghost helmet, no, why is it a Nuo mask?"

"Are you a disciple of the Divine Witch?"

The celestial workers surrounded the monk and were very surprised at what he said. They did not believe it at first, but as the monk produced more evidence, even the face of the evil ghost, they began to believe it.

The monk holding the flower said: "I am worshipping the Bodhisattva, so I am naturally his disciple."

The Tiangong people: "Why is it the Bodhisattva again?"

The monk holding the flower said: "The divine witch is the Bodhisattva."

The Tiangong people: "When did the witch become a Bodhisattva?"

The monk holding the flower said: "The so-called bodhisattva is a sentient being who seeks the supreme Bodhi with wisdom, transforms sentient beings with compassion, practices the various paramita practices, and achieves the great power of Buddhahood in the future. The shaman is both a shaman and a bodhisattva, who comes down to earth to save the world and teach sentient beings..."

The monk spoke eloquently and the workers could not understand him, but when they heard him speak highly of the gods and witches, they nodded their heads repeatedly.

late at night.

Some members of the Tiangong tribe wearing ghost helmets came to the bank of the Peony Pond, preparing to go to Jinzhou from here. They mentioned the story of Tiangong Master Jia and others entering Haoli, the land of the underworld.

The celestial workers were more and more surprised, saying that a monk had come to inform them in advance and even brought the last words left by Shi Jia and others.

Tian Gong, who was wearing the helmet of ghosts, heard about this and met the monk. He saw that he was still wearing the mask of the evil ghost. At the same time, he learned that he was going to Jinzhou to tell the last words of those Tian Gong ghosts to their family and descendants.

then.

He told the witch about this and then took the monk to Jinzhou.

Late at night, on the river.

The monk was at the bank of the Peony Pond, riding a dragon along with many other celestial beings who were heading to Jinzhou, and they climbed onto the back of the dragon that was like an island in the middle of the river.

"Baxia!"

The monk sat cross-legged on Ba Xia's body, feeling its shell. He could definitely feel that it was made of "stone".

But the monk really couldn't imagine how such a huge stone object like an island could float on the water and how it could go upstream against the turbulent river.

"It is indeed a divine beast."

On the way, the monk asked about Tiangong wearing the devil helmet, which was also something he was very worried about recently.

"May I ask the Master Craftsman of Heaven, this poor monk's ghost mask cannot be used recently, why is that?"

"Oh, this is no more mana."

"Ah, what should I do? Where does this poor monk get the magic power?"

"Mortals don't have any magical powers. We can only borrow them from gods and sacred beasts. Later, you can worship this sacred beast and borrow some magical powers from it."

"I see. Thank you very much for telling me."

The monk was overjoyed, and then he hurried to worship the divine beast Ba Xia and borrow its "magic power".

And as the "mana power" was finally borrowed, Long also arrived in Jinzhou.
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"What? My man asked you, the mage, to bring a message to me?"

"Exactly."

"Master, you really saw him. I heard from others that he died in the river. Later, some said he went to the Land of the Underworld, or a place called Haoli. It was said that the gods saw that he had done good things, so they let him go down to enjoy happiness."

In a small village by the river.

The monk was standing at the door of a house. A middle-aged woman was crying and pulling the monk to talk about her family affairs.

Wiping away her tears, the woman repeatedly asked the monk what the mugwort looked like and whether what others said was true.

"Of course, good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. People who do good deeds will be buried in weeds after death and will be blessed by gods and Buddhas."

"People who do evil will go to hell after death and be punished by ghosts and gods."

"Okay, okay, I'm glad my man is not suffering down there. I heard that some people were washed to the bottom of the river, and even their bodies could not be found. I'm afraid they must have become water ghosts at the bottom of the river."

Not a moment.

Then I saw that the open space at the entrance was crowded with people. Almost everyone in the entire village had come, and many people from other villages had heard about this miraculous thing and came to watch the fun.

recent.

What the people of Jinzhou saw was the "dragon" constantly crossing the river, the natural craftsmanship by the river who possessed all kinds of secret arts, the community temple that was built overnight and the earth god with mysterious powers, and the Yunzhen Taoist who could predict whether it would be sunny or rainy.

That was not just a pretense. All these immortal and divine things and magical powers combined together to change the surroundings and suppressed the restless Yangtze River.

As a result, Yunyang County and Yangcheng did not suffer the same disaster as Ximen County and Jinshan County.

Everyone was grateful, and every day they went to the community temple to worship the earth god, and went to the riverside to worship the dragon crossing the river. They marveled at the Taoist's divination skills, and naturally talked about this matter all the time.

A deity named Yun Zhongjun unknowingly took root in the land of Jinzhou, even surpassing all the gods, Buddhas, immortals and saints of the past and becoming a unique existence.

The people of Jinzhou have never seen the statue of this immortal, nor have they seen his temple, but they seem to feel that this immortal is everywhere. The dragons, witches, gods and Taoists all seem to be shadows of his spiritual light.

And now, another monk has come.

"I heard that the place is called Haoli, and the wizard of Yunzhongjun has issued an order to let those people enjoy happiness there."

“What is Artemisia like?”

"They say there is everything in there, no worries about food or clothing, and they eat flatbreads three times a day."

"That's great, can I go too?"

"Is that a place that anyone can go to?"

“Only good people can go in there.”

"What about the evil ones?"

"Evil people can only be taken to hell by ghosts and gods."

After the monk finished delivering the message for the Tiangong ghost, the crowd refused to let him go and surrounded him.

"Master, you actually have the ability to walk between the Yin and Yang worlds. Why don't you tell us what the Netherworld and Haoli are like?"

"Yes, yes, Master, tell us about it too!"

On the spot, the monk even gave another sermon and told the villagers his theory of cause and effect.

However, when he talked about it in the past, it sounded more like a set of theories to persuade people to be good.

He said that doing good deeds would bring good results, and one would enjoy blessings in the next life through reincarnation.

Others believe it.

He said if you do evil, you will go to hell.

Then I don’t believe it.

But now that he talks about it, the feeling is different. He has seen the underworld and the ghosts on the other side with his own eyes.

Therefore, I am steadfast and no longer afraid of others' disbelief. I can be said to be full of confidence.

Do not believe?

When you are captured by the ghosts and gods and taken into the underworld, I will go to the other side of the underworld and watch you to see whether you believe it or not.

When the time comes, please don’t cry and howl in front of me and make a fool of yourself.

After listening to the monk's story, everyone longed for the land of the underworld, Haoli, but was also terrified of the netherworld of hell.

This is exactly the effect the monk wanted. He came here not only to bring the last words of the heavenly ghost, but also to promote his theory of cause and effect through this method.

When leaving, the monk suddenly remembered something. He turned around, clasped his hands together and asked the woman.

"By the way, have the relief grain and pensions for river workers distributed by the government been delivered to you?"

The woman was an honest peasant woman who had never been outside.

"What relief food? I don't see it."

"As a river worker, you have to protect the embankment. It has always been like this. There is nothing you can do even if you die. This is fate!"

The monk understood something and clasped his hands together.

"It seems that someone is going to hell to experience the punishment from the gods and ghosts!"

The monk seemed to have thought of something and headed towards the lower reaches of Huajiang River.

It was also the place that was hit hardest by the disaster.

(End of this chapter)