Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 750
Hearing the big crow's words, Zhu Zhu numbly rowed a few oars and pulled the boat to the shore.

Without his calling, Zhang Daya's ghost had already floated out of the cabin and floated off the boat again.Then I saw the big crow shaking its feathers and turning into a man with a black face and black robe. With a flick of the chain in his hand, he caught Zhang Daya and pulled him away!

"Eh!"

Zhu Zi yelled hesitantly, and the other party stopped, with a ferocious tone: "What are you doing!"

Zhu Zi backed away in fear, but the doubts in his heart made him summon up the courage to ask: "Big, big brother, where are you going to take sister Zhang?"

The black-robed man that the big crow turned into impatiently rattled the chains: "Since she committed suicide, she will not have to cross the Naihe Bridge after she dies. Only when the resentment is wiped away can we go to reincarnation."

Zhuzi heard that it was Naihe Bridge and the City of Death, and he felt even more frightened, and asked in a trembling voice: "Could this be the underworld?"

"Hahaha, it's really a newcomer! When you come here a few more times, you will know where this place is."

The black-robed man laughed loudly, but Zhu Zi was shocked: "I still want to come here?"

"Tsk! Since you have been selected as a ferryman, you will naturally continue to do the job of picking up the dead. This is a matter of great merit. Think about it, you are sending people into reincarnation."

Zhu Zi muttered, "I... I... can I quit this job?"

But the other party didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and suddenly shouted: "By the way, I almost forgot something!"

He flicked his big sleeve, and saw a black light flying over and landed on Zhuzi's hand.

But it was a wooden sign with a dark face. As soon as he got it in his hand, Zhu Zi felt a warmth surge up in his body, as if there was an invisible cover covering him, isolating the fishy wind from the outside. The bone-chilling gloomyness was also dissipated a lot.

"This is your identity token for walking in the underworld. With this token on your body, you will not be mistaken for a lonely ghost, and then you will be arrested, so don't lose it! Stranger, don't stay here for a long time, hurry up!" Go away quickly."

After saying this, the black-robed man dragged Zhang Daya's ghost away, and after a while, his figure melted into the thick fog and disappeared.

Zhu Zi vaguely saw that when he was about to leave, Zhang Daya, who had been as ignorant as a wooden post, glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Holding the wooden sign, Zhu Zi still felt at a loss, but unfortunately the black-robed man had disappeared without a trace.The boat under him shook slightly at this moment, slowly turned its head, and went back the way it came and went.

Because he was restless before, he didn't dare to look around carefully. Now that he calmed down, he realized that the turbulent river under his feet was almost blood-black, and the huge black shadows on both sides of the river were all surrounded by high walls. In the Sifang City, some strange black shadows were faintly shadowed in the fog, and occasionally there were ghost cries that made people feel chills on their backs.

It wasn't until the river water swelled up again and the boat started to bump, that Zhu Zi realized that he had returned to the Nulong River.

The cloudy sky receded, and a crescent moon hung high above his head. It was only half an hour since he left Aunt Chunhua's house.

Zhuzi almost thought that he was just dreaming, but the ebony card in his hand reminded him heavily that he had indeed just taken a trip to the underworld!
In the next few days, Zhu Zi became a little absent-minded and seemed preoccupied. The villagers who came to board the boat thought he was upset by the troubles of Zhang and his son, and they all expressed their comfort.

Zhuzi couldn't tell if he was suffering, so he had to.

The second time I saw the ghost was half a month later. An old man named Du in Yanshang Village went there. The dead old man also stood beside the stake to which the boat was tied.

Freshman for the first time, familiar with for the second time, Zhuzi was not so afraid this time, he watched from a distance for a while, and then walked over slowly.

Old man Du is at the end of his life, so except that his body is as empty as a shadow, his appearance looks the same as when he was alive.Seeing him, the drowsy old man slowly raised his head, and said slowly, "Oh...it's...a pillar..."

Every word is procrastinated, vague, and feels eerie.

Zhu Zi was in a very complicated mood, and it took him a while to reply, "Why don't you go in and sit in the boat?"

Old man Du shook his head very slowly: "It's not...it's...time."

Zhu Zi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great!No need to be in the same boat with ghosts for long.

He hid in the cabin, glanced at the shore from time to time, and when he looked back one time, he found another old man Du standing behind him!
Zhu Zi was startled, stuck his head out, and was so frightened that he fell back into the cabin again!

I saw that the new ghost's clothes were almost torn into pieces of cloth, and his face was cut several times, with sticky blood dripping all over the floor.

At this time, another ghost came, but this one had a fierce face and several blood holes on his body.

When the two ghosts came together, they immediately changed from a dumbfounded state to fierce, staring at each other with hatred, ready to fight at any time!

Both of them looked very familiar, and they didn't look like villagers from nearby villages.

Fortunately, it was about time, and the old man at the front floated onto the boat first, and the pillar hurried out of the cabin. Seeing the two ghosts hesitate for a moment, they finally floated up without making a move.

Trembling, he untied the boat rope. If he was destined to be unable to get rid of his duties as a ferryman, then now he just wanted to send these ghosts to the underworld quickly and settle the matter.

After arriving in the dead river again, the boat stopped at the bank after a short journey, and two ghosts with long forks and blue-faced fangs came on the boat, caught the two bloody ghosts, and went down. pull.

Those two souls were no longer vicious, one was trembling with fright, the other screamed "wronged", and was finally dragged down.

Seeing this situation, Zhuzi asked with some trepidation: "The two ghost emissary brothers, where are you going to catch them?"

One of them looked back at him, and said sharply: "These two stole money, extorted, murdered, and even divided the spoils and beat each other to death. First he will be punished by being boiled in oil, and then his chest will be cut open. After suffering for a whole day, he will be transferred to the eighth hall, and then sent to a small prison to be accused of his crime!"

Zhu Zi was too frightened to ask any more questions, watching the two terrifying ghost messengers drag him away.

Old man Du who was sitting in the cabin said quietly: "I want...to be...a good person..."

The boat continued to move forward, carrying one person and one soul, and crossed the Hell of Dumo Meat Sauce, and the City of Death. A bridge appeared in front of it. A large bluestone stood beside the bridge. The words on the stone were as bright red as blood. It is engraved with four big characters "Go to the other shore early", and the words "Sanshengshi" on the other side.

Ghosts with tranced expressions formed a long line by the bridge, and an old woman was standing on the bridge, sharing soup with the ghosts.

Zhuzi thought, in such a scene, the bridge should be the Naihe Bridge, and the one who divides the soup is naturally Meng Po.

"It's ready, it's ready!"

A ghost messenger holding a white stick was yelling, pushing the ghosts who were not standing up back into the team. Seeing their boat, he immediately walked to the shore: "Naiheqiao only accepts souls without grievances or grievances."

The boat slowly approached the shore, and old man Du floated out of the cabin, and stopped when he passed by the pillar, his cloudy eyes regained consciousness for a moment.

"Zhuzi, my grandson likes swimming by the river the most. I need to trouble you to take care of him on weekdays."

Zhu Zi quickly nodded and agreed: "Grandpa Du, I understand."

"Okay, I'm leaving, thank you for sending me this way."

Old man Du floated off the boat, and the ghost messenger greeted him: "Come here. First, take a photo of the Sansheng Stone, write off all the debts of bitterness, joy, sorrow, joy, laughter and tears; then drink Mengpo soup, forget the past. After crossing this bridge, you will be able to see the past." Turn back..."

Zhu Zhu stood on the boat blankly, only to see that behind the bridge, there were six wide avenues extending far away, and countless dead souls crowded each other, but walked silently on these six avenues.

It turns out that this is the case after death. The six paths connected are the six paths of reincarnation, right?
This life is over, and the next life will continue, endlessly, and reincarnation goes on and on.

……

From then on, Zhuzi began his life as a real ferryman, ferrying strangers across the river during the day and souls of the dead into the underworld at night.Year after year, day after day, I don't know how many living people have been saved, and I don't know how many dead souls have been saved.

Whether it is a passing tourist or a familiar neighbor, there is life and death, and death is a boat, which is sent to the underworld by him and reincarnated.

What I saw and heard during the period was either ups and downs, or a thousand turns; or plain, or heartbroken.All kinds of experiences are turned into emotion and stored in the heart, chewing secretly when alone, turning into one's own perception.

Zhuzi lived a total of 81 years, except for the previous 21 years, he worked as a ferryman for a full 60 years.When the day when the deadline came, he was still sitting on his boat, listening to the roar of the Nulong River, with a peaceful expression.

He has no fear of death.

The sky was so high and so far away, Zhu Zi slowly closed his eyes, still wondering who would take him into the underworld, and which of the six realms he would be assigned to...

The pillar is dead.

……

His appearance began to change, the knife-like wrinkles on his face gradually faded, his gray hair turned into blue silk again, and with a soft sigh, his chest that had stopped rising and falling began to throb again.

Liu Qinghuan opened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)