Netherworld Chapter 148: Mystery within mystery (2)
I looked at the old Taoist and heard him say: Black and white, yin and yang, are one. Yang alone cannot be born, and yin alone cannot grow. This is the essence of human beings and the essence of the universe. Therefore, it is not strange that black and white impermanence are one. However, when they are combined into one, they are no longer impermanence, but the inspector of the underworld.
Cha Jiansi? I was confused, I had never heard of this thing.
Checking the good and evil deeds of people during their lifetime and monitoring their rewards and punishments after death, this is the Chajiansi. The old Taoist said: If it is split into two, it will become the soul-collecting impermanence. If it takes souls into the underworld, it will become the Chajiansi. So one hand holds the good stick and the other holds the evil stick. When these two sticks are separated, they can collect people's souls and drive away ghosts. Feeling the ghost pulse is based on ghosts. If you get these two things, the world will be full of them. After all, no matter how the world changes, these people are increasing.
I was very surprised to hear this. It was unbelievable that there was such a saying.
As for the thing I want, the book is the Book of Goodness, and the stage is the Mirror of Sins. Wei Qingcang took over and said: When the soul enters the underworld, the Good and Evil Department will investigate the good and evil deeds in life. Good people will be famous on the book, and evil people will have nowhere to hide under the Mirror of Sins. The good will be rewarded, and the evil will be punished. This is the Good and Evil Department, which is on the same level as the Investigation Department.
Uh... While sorting out my shocked thoughts, I curiously asked: What do you Tianshi Clan want this thing for? It seems to have nothing to do with you.
Wei Qingcang laughed but did not explain.
Judging from his attitude, he obviously would not tell me the answer. I could only turn to the Taoist priest and ask: What is the last one? It looks like the legendary judge.
It is indeed the Judge of the Underworld. The old Taoist nodded in confirmation.
So what he has in his hand is the Soul-Catching Pen and the Book of Life and Death? I suddenly felt a surge of emotion, and the previous depression was swept away, replaced by incomparable excitement.
But then I remembered that the Taoist only took the ancient book, but left the pen untouched.
It is indeed the Book of Life and Death. The old Taoist confirmed my guess.
Why don’t you take the soul-collecting pen?
Ghosts and gods are governed by the Heavenly Law and cannot be touched. In the past , the Heavenly Law was not obvious, good and evil were not distinguished, and naturally nothing happened. But now if everything is taken away, under the Heavenly Law, all things are like ants compared to ghosts and gods. Moreover, taking away the Book of Life and Death is not for my use. The old Taoist said.
Is that the person? I asked.
The old Taoist nodded, and Wei Qingcang was laughing while he was talking. But Gamu seemed a little worried, thinking that the old Taoist's words made him a little worried.
After all, Wei Qingcang took away the Good and Evil Department's Shanbo and Niejingtai, which was considered to be a clean grab of ghosts and gods. Even if he ate the immortal fruit, it was not a golden medal of immunity from death. Otherwise, he would not have been injured in the black fog.
However, despite his worries, Gamu did not persuade Wei Qingcang to return the things. And with Wei Qingcang's character, he would not give the things back after he had already robbed them.
What does that person want the Book of Life and Death for? Can I take a look? I shamelessly asked the old Taoist for it. This is a legendary item. Not to mention ordinary people, even few practitioners have seen it.
However, the old Taoist shook his head and said: The Book of Life and Death belongs to ghosts and gods. Your Taoist power is not deep enough and you can't bear it. Moreover, there is a mark of the Heavenly Order on it, and not everyone can see it.
That’s such a pity… I smacked my lips, but still couldn’t help but look into the Taoist’s sleeves.
The Book of Life and Death, it is said that it records the length of a person's lifespan. When the time comes, the soul-hooking pen will tick your soul and you will leave. If you have a connection, the soul-hooking pen will slide and you can add some points.
It is said that during the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang, the underworld had not yet disappeared. However, because of his involvement in the case of the old dragon king of Jinghe River, Emperor Taizong, despite his human-dragon body, was forcibly taken out of the underworld.
If the judge had not had a history with Emperor Taizong and had not intervened, Emperor Taizong would have died of a cold. Moreover, when the judge sent Emperor Taizong back to life, he also privately added 20 years to his life. Otherwise, Boss Tang would not have lived to be 50.
Of course, this is just a folk legend, but it still explains the power of the Book of Life and Death very specifically.
However, without the soul-catching pen, even if the old Taoist wanted to help me live longer, he couldn't do it. This made me feel regretful and a little angry at the old Taoist's stone head. He had taken the book of life and death, so why didn't he take the pen as well?
How long do we have to wait? I am so bored that I can only ask this question over and over again.
Wei Qingcang always answered that he didn’t know, which made me a little anxious.
The black fog in the underworld is gradually fading. It is not disappearing, but this unknown black air is being absorbed by the underworld and becoming the driving force for its revival.
From this point of view, I think the underworld is like an enormous machine, and the black fog is the fuel it needs. When the fuel is sufficient, this most terrifying machine in the world will unleash a power that makes ghosts and gods fear.
However, I think I have a rich imagination to imagine the underworld as a machine. But how is this possible...
The Demon-Subduing Sword continuously surged with a faint golden light, and within this three-meter range, it drew a safe world. It was a bit like in Journey to the West, when the monkey drew a circle for Elder Tang and said, "Master, don't leave this circle." If you leave, Junior Brother Sha will start to yell, "Big Brother, Master has been captured again!"
As a result, in order to be captured by the monster and also for the needs of the plot, Elder Tang had to resolutely step out of the circle.
The Demon-Subduing Sword is not a monkey, and we are not Elder Tang. Just stay in a safe zone. It is better to have nothing to do than to die.
After about another two or three hours, the shaking of the underworld gradually stabilized, and I suddenly had an illusion that I was standing on a rotating disc.
Most of the fire clouds above dissipated, and something black was revealed, occupying the entire sky.
That thing was so huge, like the sky we see at night, that it was impossible to tell what it was, unless someone could fly to a height of thousands or even tens of thousands of meters.
No one present could do it.
I could use the Jade Pendant to check, but my anxiety prevented me from doing so.
No matter what it is, as long as it doesn't hurt me, there are all kinds of weird things in the underworld anyway.
At this moment, a green light suddenly fell.
The speed is astonishingly fast, like light, and it stops before you can react.
When the green light fell to the ground, Wei Qingcang immediately laughed: You are here after all, I thought you were lost.
Your mouth has not rotted away even after being dead for decades, which is as it should be. A clear female voice like a bell sounded in my ears.
The sound is mellow and pleasant to hear, like a continuous drizzle or a spring breeze after the rain, making people feel the comfort from the bottom of their hearts.
Green light spread out, and the figure of that person appeared. I took one look and was immediately amazed.
She has a delicate face, a well-proportioned figure, and fair skin. Her black and shiny hair is casually tied up twice behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down from her hair. It doesn't make people feel messy, but rather has a unique beauty.
This is a young beauty, she looks no more than 27 or 28 years old. Although her face is not made up, she still gives people the ultimate beauty.
At this moment, her right hand, as white as white jade, gently stroked her forehead and tucked a strand of bangs behind her ear. The action was graceful and natural, and the whole person seemed to exude the aura of a fairy who was not of this world and had not fallen into the mortal world.
Forgive me, I have put all the words in my mind here, I really can't think of any new words to describe her beauty.
At this time, she smiled lightly and looked at the old Taoist: Have you got the things?
This way of asking questions is almost the same as that of the old Taoist.
The old Taoist said nothing more, and took out an ancient book with a green cover from his sleeve and handed it to her. She took it, but did not open it. She just glanced at it and asked the old Taoist: Do you want to use it?
The old Taoist didn't answer immediately. He stood there calmly, not disturbed by the beauty of the other party. After a while, he nodded.
The woman smiled and nodded in response, putting the ancient book into her sleeve.
She was wearing a retro-style dress with wide sleeves shaped like lotus leaves, dotted with a few shiny green stones.
After putting away the ancient book, she looked at Wei Qingcang again: You have got your things too, right?
Wei Qingcang nodded, then said with a strange look: But there was a problem with his transformation into Yama, Zhou Xuehai wanted to transform into a demon-subduing talisman to help him...
I already knew this possibility. I had told him before. Heaven's will cannot be resisted by human power. Taking away the luck of millions of people could have accomplished great things. The corpse vein was trying to go against the will of heaven, but how could a mere ten million people be enough? If it weren't for that luck, he would have dissipated long ago. The Zhou family kid is nothing but a waste of effort. The woman spoke casually. From her tone, it seemed that she didn't take it to heart. Faintly, I could sense that she was a little disdainful.
Wei Qingcang did not refute, but nodded and said: It’s good that you know it, but I want to take the Demon-Subduing Sword away. I promised that kid that I would find a legacy for him and rebuild his sect.
The woman chuckled and said: You are a man who can keep promises. With the Demon-Subduing Sword to suppress your luck, your Heavenly Corpse Vein will also be able to accomplish your goals.
Wei Qingcang laughed but did not respond. The woman continued: “But the things of ghosts and gods are accompanied by disasters. With the power of your Tianshimai, it will not be much easier for you to deal with it than for him.”
That may not be the case. Wei Qingcang replied with a smile.
The woman also laughed, shook her head gently, and said nothing more.
In fact, when the green light fell to the ground, I knew that the person in front of me must be "that person" that Wei Qingcang mentioned.
However, she was too beautiful, and she gave off a kind of intimidating aura. This intimidation was not fear, but the feeling that although you were face to face with her, you were as far away as if you were thousands of miles apart.
Moreover, she never looked at me from beginning to end, her eyes just swept past me without stopping for a moment. This made me a little disappointed, a little sad, and suddenly I felt a little inferior in my heart.
This feeling of inferiority came suddenly, just like an ant carrying something that is dozens of times heavier than itself, and suddenly saw an elephant while walking. That feeling of insignificance may be the source of my inferiority at this moment.
I was full of doubts and had decided to ask for clarification. But now, I suddenly couldn't speak. I even wanted to find something to hide myself so that no one could see me.