Scroll of Seven Sorrows

"Did the Bodhisattva overestimate himself?" Fan Wujiu asked with downcast eyes.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked at Fan Wujiu's expressionless face, curled the corners of his lips, and said, "No one wants to disappear, and I'm not immune either."

Fan Wujiu: "I thought monks were merciful, but I didn't expect Bodhisattvas to be selfish. In order to continue to exist, I will lend our hands to help you do shameful things."

Listening to the side finally couldn't take it any longer, and he opened his mouth to argue for the Bodhisattva: "Instead of being locked in the endless hell and never seeing the light of day, it would be better for them to fulfill their long-cherished wish and be freed like they are now."

"Don't forget, they also have their own ideas and opinions. I think whether to stay or go should be their own choice, instead of deceiving them with lies like a bodhisattva." Fan Wujiu continued.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stopped Di Ting, who wanted to continue speaking, and said to Fan Wujiu, "You and the White Ghost Envoy are always together, but they are two completely different people. Faced with the same thing, the White Ghost Envoy first For a while, it is to weigh the pros and cons, and then find the path that is most beneficial to him. But once you have determined that it is right or wrong, you will definitely stand on your side to argue for it. But, black devil, there is one thing You have to understand that right and wrong in this world are not clearly defined."

"So, Bodhisattva, what do you want to express?" Fan Wujiu disagreed.

The Bodhisattva said: "Don't be too stubborn, you don't want white ghosts to make things difficult for you, do you?"

Fan Wujiu said: "If I had known what the task you entrusted to us would be like, Qiye would not be in a dilemma."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head, snapped his fingers, and a video projection appeared in midair.

The picture is in the Department of Appreciation, which is Wei Zheng's office.

Fan Wujiu stood directly opposite Wei Zheng, Xie Bi'an was not around.

Wei Zheng handed a dark blue book in front of Fan Wujiu, and said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will let you and Xiaobai go back to the time when ghosts lived, and resolve their resentment from the source. This book records that The life of the seven ghosts, the Bodhisattva will help you open the front door, and you can go back to the era where these ghosts lived, and you should find a way to resolve the resentment."

Fan Wujiu took the book and looked at it for a while, hesitant: "There are so many disciples in Buddhism, why did you choose us two Taoists to help?"

Wei Zheng put away the kind smile on his face, and said to Fan Wujiu in a low voice: "He wants to use your hands to get rid of the fierce ghosts in the Infernal Hell and become a Buddha soon. Absorb the magic power of Taoism. The two of you are perfect."

After hearing what Wei Pan said, Fan Wujiu was even more puzzled.

Wei Zheng hurriedly explained to him: "I have seen Qianyuan Gate before, it is not a magic weapon that can go back to the past at all, but absorbs mana to construct an illusion, which can be used to change the memory of others. The Bodhisattva does not know that I know This baby, otherwise I would have been deceived by him."

"Then what should Qiye and I do? Please advise Wei Pan." Fan Wujiu looked serious.

Wei Zheng shook his head, a little helpless: "We can't refuse this matter, otherwise the Buddhist sect will think that we are unwilling to help King Ksitigarbha. But if it is completed, seven souls will be used in vain... I only think of one Solution. Erase most of the contents of the Seven Suffering Scrolls, so that you will not be able to complete the task if the information is not complete. When the time comes, go directly to the Bodhisattva to express the failure of the task and return the task to him."

"Then do as Wei Pan said."

Afterwards, the two worked together to delete most of the contents of the Seven Suffering Scrolls.

"One more thing, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Divine Beast Listening is not easy to fool. Just in case, we should delete this memory."

That's why Fan Wujiu and Wei Zheng knew nothing about this matter.

"Look, you already knew." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva snapped his fingers again, and withdrew the spell, "You are mistaken by your cleverness, but you didn't expect this passage to be listened to by Truth Listening. I secretly assisted Xie Bi'an to complete the task, so you have come to the present smoothly. There is only one ghost left, and you can't stop me."

Di Ting stood aside, his ears moved suddenly, then he walked up to the Bodhisattva and said something in a low voice.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded, smiled slightly, and said to Fan Wujiu, "The white ghost envoy has also come to the Infernal Hell, the black ghost envoy and the poor monk should go to see him together."

Fan Wujiu gritted his teeth, followed Ksitigarbha and walked towards the place where the last ghost was imprisoned.

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"Oh, Qiye, do I look good this way? Is my hair messed up? Have I changed much from before?" Meng Jiangnv arrived at the door, but began to hesitate to go in again, "If he doesn't remember Qiliang What should I do?"

"Meng Jiangnu, you have to trust your man. You have waited for so long, isn't it just to meet him again? Now that we can finally meet, what are you still hesitating about?" Xie Bi'an can understand Meng Jiangnu's "feeling close to home". In the mood, but still urged her to go in quickly.

Meng Jiangnv clenched her fists lightly, as if to cheer herself up, and walked inside step by step.

Qi Liang hugged his legs and huddled in the corner of the wall. When he heard someone coming in, he didn't even lift his head, and said, "I won't go to reincarnation, don't persuade me anymore. Even if she forgets, I can't forget. A gentleman No, I promised her, no matter what, I have to see her."

Meng Jiangnu wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.He is still the same as when he just left home, but he is not as energetic and confident as before.He shouldn't look so decadent, Meng Jiangnu thought.

Seeing that the visitor didn't answer, Qi Liang said to himself again: "Tell me, you ghost messengers go around the Infernal Hell three times a day, give lectures, and persuade us to let go of our obsessions and be reincarnated as human beings. What's the matter?" What’s the use? If we can be easily brainwashed by you, we can still be locked up here? Instead of wasting your words here, it’s better to do more things that contribute to society.”

"However, I still have two things to remind you. First, you are the only ghost left in the Infernal Hell. Second, we are not here to brainwash you. Just look up, the person in front of you Who is it?" Xie Bi'an said.

Only then did Qi Liang raise his head abruptly, the woman in front of him, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, with rouge lightly brushed on her cheeks showing a faint redness, was the person he missed day and night.

"Meng...Meng Jiangnu. Why...why didn't you go to reincarnation?" After being shocked, Qi Liang was more concerned about why his wife was still in hell.

The corner of Meng Jiangnv's mouth raised an arc, and she said, "If I go to reincarnate, how can I meet you again?"

"Then you should go to reincarnation too. Feng is too miserable. How can you take care of yourself when you are alone?" Qi Liang walked through the fence with his hands tightly intertwined with Meng Jiangnv.

Meng Jiangnu shook her head and said, "It's not bitter, it's not bitter at all. I have an official position here, and they call me Meng Po. I cook soup on the Naihe Bridge every day, and I'm waiting for you too. But I didn't expect that you would Wait here for me."

"The reunion of husband and wife is considered a merit. But Po Meng, don't forget that if the ghosts of the Infernal Hell want to get out of here, the only way to go is reincarnation." The speaker was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Seeing Fan Wujiu following behind him, Xie Bi'an immediately understood that Ba Ye sneaked out to ask the Bodhisattva.also good.

"Don't bother the Bodhisattva, it's better to be reincarnated than to be scattered." Fan Wujiu said coldly.

Meng Jiangnu gasped, she was always smart, and through Fan Wujiu's few words, she probably figured out the whereabouts of the other ghosts.

"He is willing to reincarnate, but it saves the effort of the poor monk and the black and white ghosts. The poor monk can't wait for it."

Xie Bi'an felt that the relationship between Taoism and Buddhism that he painstakingly maintained was easily reduced to freezing point by Ba Ye.

In short, the task assigned by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to black and white impermanence was finally successfully completed by Qi Liang voluntarily reincarnated.

But when Qiliang passed the Naihe Bridge, Meng Jiangnv secretly handed him a bowl of white water, and planned to go through Xie Bi'an's back door after he died again, so as to find an official position for Qiliang in Fengdu.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva finally became a Buddha, but Xie Bi'an heard later that his mana did not recover because of becoming a Buddha, on the contrary, the loss was even worse.Maybe he will dissipate after a while, maybe he will find other ways to survive successfully, but these have nothing to do with Xie Bi'an.

After going back that day, Xie Bi'an didn't show up in Fengdu for two whole days.

Exhausted, Xie Bi'an lay on the bed and thought, Fan Wujiu is actually quite a vengeful person.

"Qiye, concentrate." Fan Wujiu leaned his head on Xie Bi'an's neck and said, "Can you still be distracted at this time?"

"No...no." Xie Bi'an was shocked.

Fan Wujiu bit Xie Bi'an's shoulder, and said, "It's fine if you don't have one."

In short, Master Qi hasn't had a good time these two days.

On the third day, Qi Ye finally got out of bed, looking at Fan Wujiu in a suit and leather shoes beside him, he suddenly understood what it meant to be a beast in clothes.

"Qiye, this is for you." Fan Wujiu took out a yellow crystal, about the size of a fingernail.

Xie Bi'an took the crystal, looked at it for a long time, and asked puzzledly: "What is this?"

"Xiaojuan's emotional center." Fan Wujiu said.

Xiaojuan's emotional center was taken down by Fan Wujiu when Fan Wujiu and Wei Zheng "colluded together" to delete their memories, and it has been hidden in his mustard space.Two days ago, I watched the video at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and I remembered this incident.

"Huh? Why is Xiao Juan's emotional center here with you? Eighth Master, do you want to explain this matter to me properly?" Xie Bi'an stared at Fan Wujiu angrily.

Only then did Fan Wujiu realize that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Xie Bi'an about this matter.

Ghost life is long, and they still have a lot of time to settle this matter.

Under the bloody sky outside the window, a bright red Bianhua swayed in the wind, another day in Fengdu passed by.

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The author has something to say:

This article is 14 words long, which is very short among many online articles, but it is the longest article I have ever written in my life.

In fact, the preparation for this article is not sufficient at all. I also decided to write such an article temporarily, and I started writing without even preparing the outline.There are no ups and downs in the plot, and there is no point that is attractive enough. I even can't stand many places.The original inspiration for this article was actually a brain hole that my roommate and I had on our way to physical education class.My roommate and I are both obsessive fans of Takeshi Obata. At that time, we were discussing Yagami in "Death X Notes". Whoever writes his name in the notebook can die, so there can't be a notebook whose name is written. Resurrected, specifically and Ye Shenyue face-to-face.At that time, I was thinking that if those who died were given a chance to live again, how would they choose their lives?Because I prefer black and white impermanence in the traditional mythology system, I felt that if I wanted to write such an article, I must take Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu as the protagonists.This is the rudiment of this article.But my brain hole is not enough to support what I want to write, so it finally became what you see now.

Since I decided to write articles in February this year, I feel that I have made some progress.My goal in life from the age of ten to 19 was to become an illustrator, but I was really impatient and without talent. After entering the bottleneck period, I never made any progress.Eventually I gave up on a dream I had held on to for nine years and decided to ditch the stylus and start typing on a keyboard.I found that painting and writing are actually the same in essence. Through a painful process, I can show my imagined world to like-minded partners.

After this article is finished, I will open a collection of short stories to write about those lovely girls in history, write about their love, write about their regrets, and continue to practice my ability to write articles through this article , I hope that the next long article can write a more satisfying article.

Finally, I am very grateful to everyone who can see here, thank you for your support and encouragement in the past three months, and hope that when we meet next time, we can meet better each other.

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Jiangdong guest, on the night of 2018.10.21, by the Qinhuai River.