Chapter 111: The Poor Ghost's Hall of Hell
Chapter 111: The Poor Ghost's Hall of Hell
“This place really looks like the old view.”
Chen Huangpi walked into the gates of hell and arrived at the world where the Nine Hell Divine Lamp existed.
Looking around, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, dim and unclear.
It was just as grey and gloomy outside.
But at least it was still daytime.
But it is extremely difficult to see here. Only by the light of the Nine Hells Divine Lamp flickering in front can you see some light.
By that faint light.
Chen Huangpi saw the Yama Palace.
It is extremely tall and is built entirely of stone. Together with the main hall and the side halls, it stretches as far as the eye can see.
It is said to be the Hall of Yama.
But in reality, it is much larger than the Xuzhou City in the memories of those monks.
Just looking at this Yama Palace, it has nothing to do with the old view.
However, when Chen Huangpi looked at the hideous faces under his feet, his hair stood on end.
These are all evil spirits.
Although the strongest one is only equivalent to a disaster in the human world.
But with so many evil spirits paving the way for one road, how can one not be terrified.
Looking at those areas that seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, although I couldn't see clearly, by listening to the low roars and the rattling sounds of iron chains coming from inside, I knew that there were more terrifying evil spirits hidden in those areas.
There are many such areas.
"When Master was not crazy, he would often patrol the mountains and throw those powerful evil spirits into the old temple."
Chen Huangpi murmured, "This place looks too much like the old temple. It must have been built by the master."
"Huang Er, what do you think?"
"Are you talking to me?"
The brass oil lamp said in confusion: "But am I Huang Er? Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?"
"..."
Chen Huangpi was choked.
It looks like I can't count on Huang Er anymore. It seems like there's a thick barrier between it and me, and it can't even figure out such a simple problem.
"A ghost?"
"Master."
The soul-seeking ghost said seriously: "If this place is really the same as the old temple, and both were built by the temple master, then this place may also be suppressing something."
"Let's try not to do anything else, and leave immediately after we find a way out."
"Otherwise, if something happens, I'm afraid no one will be able to protect you anymore."
The Nine Nether Divine Lamp ignored Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp from beginning to end.
If Chen Huangpi is in danger.
It will most likely not help.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be this attitude.
Chen Huangpi knew this very well.
While following the Nine Nether Divine Lamp towards the Yama Palace.
He discussed with the soul-seeking ghost: "If you haven't left the old temple by dawn, you can never leave. This place may be the same."
"The underworld is different from the human world. Perhaps it's the opposite."
"It makes sense."
Chen Huangpi said thoughtfully: "The Nine Nether God Lamp wants to go to Yama Palace. The road is also in Yama Palace, but Yama has been beheaded and is dead. There must be nothing inside."
"Also, Ah Gui, you said that there are ten palaces in Yama Palace."
"There is only the Seventh Palace here."
The Ten Palaces of Yama are located in different cities in the Yintu land.
The Seventh Palace is in the City of the Dead.
Now the Seventh Palace is in the world behind the Ghost Gate, but no one knows what happened to the remaining nine palaces.
The ghost thought for a long time.
Then he gave a conjecture in a complicated tone: "Perhaps there are ten such ghost gates, and the Ten Palaces of Yama are in different ghost gates."
Chen Huangpi understood and said, "If that's the case, then there must be ten Nine Nether God Lamps."
The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp enlightened nearly eight million Yin gods.
But although there are many evil spirits in the City of the Dead, they are so densely packed that one cannot see the end of them.
But in reality there are not that many.
It’s only about a few hundred thousand.
There is a high probability that the other Yin gods created gods in different cities.
"Ah ghost, we're here."
Chen Huangpi has now arrived at the door of Yama Palace.
Outside the Yama Palace, there stands a pillar.
The pillar was not very tall, but there was a protruding part on it. After the Nine Nether Divine Lamp was hung on it, there was no movement.
"I thought it was going in, too."
Chen Huangpi shook his head and walked into the Yama Palace.
Behind him, the light of the Nine Nether Divine Lamp exuded a cold aura.
The world behind the gates of hell is dark and gloomy.
Even the coldest lights seem incredibly warm.
And in the Yama Palace.
But there is a yellow light illuminating the surroundings.
Chen Huangpi held a brass oil lamp and walked forward cautiously.
"Chen Huangpi, they all say that the life of a lamp begins when it leaves the furnace, but now it seems that this lamp has spent its entire life in the furnace."
The brass oil lamp said in confusion: "Perhaps I have never left the furnace. You, the old master of the temple, and those two beasts, Ah Gui, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, you are all just my fantasies before I was burned by the fire."
"Ah Gui, ignore Huang Er."
Chen Huangpi pouted and said, "It has lost its mind and gone mad. You continue to show me the way."
The roads in this Yama Palace are complicated.
And it does not lead directly to the deepest part of the hall.
If Ah Gui didn't have a father who was Yama and once worked as a clerk in charge of guarding the Book of Souls, even if he entered the Hall of Yama, Chen Huangpi could only sigh in despair.
"Master, do you see the wall on the left?"
"Yes, there is a picture of a hundred ghosts on it."
Chen Huangpi walked to the wall and saw a terrifying painting on it. There were ghosts of all sizes and with different ferocious faces, such as heart-eating ghosts, long-tongued ghosts, starving ghosts, and mother-and-child ghosts. There were a total of 9,999 ghosts. Although they were all dead, they were very lively. The soul-seeking ghost said, "Master, after you find the poor ghost, we can get closer."
The shortcut is the path taken by the minor officials working in the Yama Palace.
If you don't take this road, the path will be rugged and extremely difficult to walk on. You may even lose the road halfway and have to turn back. It's good to be able to turn back, but most people will turn around and see that the road they came from has turned into a sea of fire and a purgatory. Taking a step back will mean death.
According to legend, there are eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.
This is true, but no one knows that the eighteen levels of hell are all on the wrong road leading to the deepest part of the Palace of Yama.
On the other hand, the shortcut is not only comfortable and straight, but also extremely easy to walk on.
Just walking on the shortcut and watching the dead souls wailing in pain on the wrong road is an interesting thing.
“What does a poor person look like?”
Chen Huangpi looked at the picture of a hundred ghosts for a long time, but didn't see any poor ghost.
These ghosts are all very hideous and scary.
None of them look like poor people.
The soul-seeking ghost said helplessly: "It's the one who looks the most ordinary, the most honest, and works the hardest. It's the poor ghost."
Hear this.
Chen Huangpi glanced over.
Then he found the figure of the poor ghost in the corner at the bottom of the picture of a hundred ghosts.
“Is this a poor fellow?”
Chen Huangpi said in surprise: "It is wearing human clothes, it doesn't look like a ghost, and it works hard to pull the millstone, while the other ghosts do nothing. It should be the richest ghost, how can it be a poor ghost?"
The soul-seeking ghost said, "Master, you only saw it working hard to pull the millstone, but you didn't see that there was a pole tied behind it with a string of coins hanging on it."
"Is this what money makes the world go round?"
"Yes, the key is that it won't get this much money even if it dies of exhaustion."
The soul-demanding ghost sneered, "After it dies of exhaustion, other ghosts will take the hundred cents away."
"What if we take it away before it dies?"
"Then there is a shortcut."
Chen Huangpi suddenly realized what was going on and reached out for the bunch of money hanging in front of the poor guy.
Then, he really felt like he was holding that bunch of money.
Pull hard.
The bunch of money was really pulled out by him.
Immediately afterwards, the poor ghost in the picture of a hundred ghosts stood there in a daze, and stopped pulling the mill as if it had lost its target. Then, it turned its head to look at Chen Huangpi, bowed deeply, and then disappeared.
next second.
Chen Huangpi saw ripples on the wall in front of him.
A straight road appeared under his feet.
This is the shortcut.
After walking onto the shortcut, Chen Huangpi felt the wind under his feet, as if there was an invisible force pushing him forward.
The soul-seeking ghost laughed loudly: "Master, how does it feel to be on the road?"
Chen Huangpi looked at the hundred bucks in his hand and said unhappily, "Although it's smooth sailing, I feel uneasy. If that poor guy loses his goal, doesn't that mean he's lost the meaning of living?"
The ghost hesitated and said, "No, it only had that piece of money in its eyes, so it kept grinding the mill and could not see the surrounding scenery. Now that the piece of money is gone, it has a different destiny."
"Oh, then it should thank me."
Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "But it's just a fake thing in the Hundred Ghosts Picture. How can it thank me? Well, this hundred dollars is its reward to me."
The murderous ghost felt a little jealous.
The Picture of Hundred Ghosts can be found in every Yama Palace.
In the past, when it was on duty, it would just take the poor guy's hundred dollars. It didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but rather felt it was natural.
After all, it's a dead thing.
Even if it's a living thing, just take it.
But Chen Huangpi is different. He is still a child and has experienced very little, so naturally his thoughts are extremely sincere.
“Maybe, I am also a poor guy.”
The soul-seeking ghost thought about his own origins and how he had worked hard in cultivation and passed the examination to be admitted to the Yama Palace as a minor official, all in order to prove that even without that insignificant blood relationship, he could still be looked at differently by others.
But now times have changed.
It suddenly realized that the string of money hanging in front of its head had disappeared long ago.
"My father...that Yama also has a pile of money hanging in front of his head."
The soul-seeking ghost sighed and said, "That piece of money is Emperor Yin. He was loyal to Emperor Yin. When Emperor Yin died, he died too. He only had that piece of money in his eyes, but he never had my mother, and he never had me..."
"Does Yama have a hundred bucks? Why don't I see any?"
Chen Huangpi took a look at the headless body of Yama sitting on the dragon throne in the hall, but he couldn't find the 100 grams of money.
"Master..."
The soul-seeking ghost said in horror: "You just entered the approach path, how come you are in the Yama Palace?"
Chen Huangpi said: "A shortcut is a shortcut. If it takes a long time, can it still be called a shortcut?"
Since he stepped into the shortcut, every step he took was aided by infinite power.
After only ten or so steps, they arrived directly into the hall.
On the left and right sides of the main hall, there are statues of various ghost messengers.
There are Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil, Black and White Impermanence, as well as judges and clerks, wandering gods day and night, and all kinds of things.
It looks like attending court.
However, all these ghost messengers had their heads chopped off.
Otherwise, Chen Huangpi would really have the illusion that he was being watched all the time.
At this time, Jinjiao suddenly said: "Huangpi father, the way back to the human world is in this hall. Let me out and I will use my horns to knock open the way!"
"it is good!"
Chen Huangpi's mind moved, and the Soul-Catching Book flashed with a faint light.
Jinjiao's ferocious soul immediately appeared in the hall.
It's not dark yet and there's no evil spirit in the hall, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
Chen Huangpi was excited.
When I thought about returning to the human world soon, I couldn't help but laugh.
But when Jinjiao turned his head and pointed the horns on his head at the corpse of Yama sitting on the dragon throne, and one of his front paws was scratching the ground as if to gather strength for a collision, Chen Huangpi's smile froze.
That’s all for today.
The author is feeling a little unwell, and will update again tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)