All living beings in hell

Chapter 110 - Seven Star Cave Immortal

The lotus light at the door was on, and the office welcomed No.60 No. [-] customer.

"Writer, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The voice of an old man came from among the leaves outside the house. It seemed to be far away from me, but it was loud and full of penetrating power.

"Please come in."

I waited for a while, and the door of the office slowly opened, and an old man with white hair and childlike face came in.The old man wore a high bun behind his head, two white eyebrows grew to both sides of his cheeks, and his beard grew to the bottom of his throat.The skin on his face looked soft, but not loose, making it impossible to guess his actual age.A big plump gourd is pinned to his waist, and two small gourds and a piece of yellow-skinned white jade are tied to the long tree stick in his hand.His posture is a little hunchbacked, but he is very energetic.

"What should I call you?" I asked, picking up my pen.

"It's been a long time since I visited, and the writer has changed!" The old man's voice was still loud, "Seven Star Cave Immortal, I am Yang Oyster's master."

"It's Yang Ou's master! I'm sorry." I stood up and bowed to him.

The immortal shook his hand: "You don't need to be polite, I thought the last mortal writer was still in office. That adult is different from you. He is a human being with flesh and blood. He has neither magical tools nor spells. He specially appointed his disciple Come to help. I never thought that the current mortal writer is you, so it must be fate."

"Yang Oyster helped me a lot during this time, thank you very much."

"You don't have to thank me. Yang Oyster, he has been timid since he was a child, so he finally found a suitable opportunity for trial." The immortal said, took the big gourd from his waist, unscrewed the mouth of the pot and sucked it inside The wine, "This is a good wine brewed with century-old ginseng, would you like to taste it?"

"I don't really want to drink today, please be polite. May I ask why the immortal is looking for me?"

"On the one hand, I want to see how my apprentice is doing, and on the other hand, I want to visit the writing officer. But I don't feel the breath of Yang Ou here, and the worldly writing officer has also changed. Well done, I want to think about it today It seems that nothing can be done.”

"Yang Oyster said he wanted to visit the world, so I let him go."

"Don't play too much, just remember to come back."

"What I'm more curious about is how did you meet the high-ranking mortal writer? It sounds like you two are close friends."

The immortal laughed twice, and a strong scent of medicinal wine came out of his mouth: "Best friend? Compared with a best friend, it's more like a life-and-death friendship. That kid once saved my life on Seven Star Mountain."

"If you don't mind, can you tell me?"

The immortal took another sip of wine: "You can talk about it. After all, it's not easy to go all the way to hell. I haven't seen the person I want to see. I'm happy to chat casually!"

"Then please tell me." I picked up the quill.

"When the lord first saw me, he was still a young man in his early twenties. At first glance, I was different from ordinary people."

"How is it different?"

The immortal said word by word: "Special, don't, yin."

"Extremely cloudy?"

"The brows are always furrowed, and there is a cold air all over his body. It is not the air-conditioning that has been affected by the wind and cold, but the kind of yin that does not belong to the world. He came to the Seven Star Cave Taoist Temple to seek help."

"What help are you looking for?"

"He said he could see strange things and he thought he was crazy."

"and then?"

"I was still an ordinary Taoist priest at the time, and my practice was not very good. My master had gone out, and he and I were the only ones left in the whole Taoist temple. From the first time the young man saw me, he was very serious and his face was full of sorrow. I asked him, Is there something wrong with the benefactor? The young man looked at me, hesitated, and asked me if I believed in ghosts."

"How do you answer?"

"I said we are in a Taoist temple, we can say anything."

"The young man was still hesitating. He bit his lip for a while, and the lower lip was bleeding. He said suddenly: behind you is Black and White Wuchang. A chill hit my tailbone from the top of my head in an instant. His next sentence The words almost made me fall to my knees.”

The young man said: "Black and White Wuchang told me that they have been with you for 14 years. You should have left 14 years ago. It was your master who extended your life in Yangjian."

"I knew at that time that this young man was extraordinary! He could not only see, but also hear, and even talk to black and white impermanence! The most terrifying thing is that everything he said is true. I got some kind of modern medical treatment 14 years ago I came to the Taoist temple and practiced with my master because of an incurable terminal illness. I wanted to have a quiet life before I left. I didn’t expect to practice for 14 years.”

"Then how did this young man save your life?"

"This is an interesting story, Mr. Writer. We need to tell it slowly." The fairy took a small gourd from the scepter, unscrewed the small gourd, poured out a small black pill, and put it in his mouth, "Hell is indeed It’s a little yin, and I need to take some Chunyang pills to keep my body temperature.” After he finished speaking, he continued to drink ginseng wine, as if the wine was hot water.

"That young man, he chatted with Black and White Impermanence in front of me. I was just scared at the time, and I was covered in cold sweat. The young man asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to Black and White Impermanence. I said, I still How long can you live? Black and white impermanence said, your life has been rewritten in practice, we can leave at any time, and we can come at any time. I asked them, why are you here now? Black and white impermanence said, we are not We are here to take you away. We are here to invite this young man to become an official in the underworld. This young man was passing messages between us throughout the whole process, so I am dumbfounded. The young man is also dumbfounded.

Be an official?What kind of official?Do you have to kill yourself first to become an official in the underworld?
Black and White Impermanence answered all the questions in a slow manner, including what is the job of the mortal writer, why he chose a young man, and how to become an official in the underworld.Although I can't see the image that the young man can see, I know he is not crazy.The special breath from hell is behind me, cold.Ashamed to say, I practiced for a while at that time, but I was still afraid.

The young man stayed overnight in the Taoist temple that night. He woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly woke me up. He asked me if my master had gone out to organize a puja.He was right again, and I quickly asked him what was wrong.He said that my master entrusted him with a dream, saying that the journey was long and bumpy, and that he was getting old. After the puja, he would find a quiet place on the local high mountain to ascend to heaven alone, and told me not to think about him.I couldn't believe the young man in front of me.The young man went on to say, the master asked me what scriptures to copy, what exercises to practice, and what to do when receiving guests, all of which I usually practice.I looked at this unremarkable young man, he was like a living god!
I wanted to ask something else, but the young man suddenly went limp and fell asleep on the mattress beside me.I covered him with a quilt, went to the entrance of the Taoist temple alone, and squatted there looking at the stars.I was thinking, can I become a part of the night sky like a star after becoming Ascension?Is it possible to be immortal, immortal, immortal?

After that night, I made three decisions: First, I will work hard to practice Dharma and become a celestial being.Two, no matter what this young man does, I will do my best to help him.Three, I want to pass on the mantle of the master, practice kung fu and recruit disciples.

The young man went down the mountain after staying in the Taoist temple for two days.During those few days, I never asked the young man his name, where he came from, or where he lived.Everything about him is amazing, and the magical kind of scares me a little bit.I figured it would be better not to ask anything until I figured out what happened to him.

It will be three years before I see you again.When he walked into the Taoist temple, the sky suddenly became overcast. It was midsummer, but I felt a chill.In just three years, he looked like he had aged half his life.

That night, we sat in the courtyard drinking tea and chatting.The young man said that he took over the job in the underworld and went back and forth between the underworld and the human world every day, and his body became weak day by day.After seeing several doctors, they prescribed medicines for invigorating yang qi, and I kept taking them, but it didn't work.

I watched the young man as he spoke.The past few years of practice have given me some abilities. The young man is covered with green mist. This kind of mist is contaminated by the resentment and hatred of the ghosts in hell, and it is difficult for a mortal body to bear.I wrote a golden talisman and put it in a kit for the youth.Ask him to carry it with him in hell, which can more or less block some Yin Qi for him. "

The young man said, "Actually, I am here this time for you."

"I was very puzzled at the time. The young man slowly explained the reason. Not only did he work as a writer in the underworld, but he also often traveled around. One day he casually flipped through the book of life and death of a certain Bai Wuchang, and saw my name. "

When the immortal said this, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, looking a little disappointed: "My lord, do you know what this child has done?"

"He tampered with the book of life and death?"

"No, it's not tampering. He tore up my page and brought it back to the world for me. From then on, the end of my fate is really in my hands."

"What about that young man?"

"He didn't find out what he did. He was too weak and died of a cold."

"Is that page of life and death book still in your hand?" I asked.

The immortal took out a small scroll of paper from another small gourd on the scepter, and the scroll was spread flat on the wooden table, which was just a page of life and death.This page has been defaced many times, black spots are everywhere, and the original handwriting can no longer be seen clearly.

"But aren't you a fairy now? Why do you still need to keep this page?"

"I can't be considered a full immortal, I can only be considered a half immortal. I have the magic power of an immortal, but I still retain this human body."

"What do you mean by showing me this page?"

"The body is a hindrance to the cultivation of Taoism to a certain extent."

"The choice to give up the flesh is in your own hands."

Immortal smiled: "I thought the writer would report me, so that I would save trouble."

"It's not my job to report you, but it's your job to choose life and death."

The immortal took another Chunyang Pill from the small gourd and took it.

"I still have hundreds of apprentices waiting for me to go back. I can't just drag a dream and leave like my master. I think it's irresponsible."

"You can choose your own way, not the same as your master. If you feel that the past is over, go ahead and do it."

"My lord, did you see that young man in hell later?"

"I don't know what he looks like, and you don't know his name either. The speed of writing in the world is too fast, and I don't know who you are talking about."

"That's right, I should have asked him back then," the immortal smiled helplessly, "There is something I don't know whether to ask or not."

"Go ahead."

"What's your name? If I want to find you, the scribe, in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it again."

I laughed.

"I don't know your name other than 'Seven Star Cave Immortal'. Is the name important?"

"When looking for someone, it's very important."

"Write," I said, "my name."

The fairy also laughed.

"that's it?"

"that's it."

"Now I'm relieved." The fairy propped up the stick and stood up.

"Relax what?"

"Hand the oyster to you."

I put down the quill and didn't answer the fairy's words.

"I chatted with the adults today, the old man is very happy! Haha!"

"It's good to be happy."

"We are destined to meet again!"

A burst of cloud and mist rolled up, wrapping the fairy's whole body.In the blink of an eye, the clouds cleared, and the fairy disappeared into the office.

I looked down at the manuscript paper spread out on the table, only to realize that the immortal hadn't taken away the page of the book of life and death.I stared at the scribbled paper for a while, then opened the drawer and put it in.

(End of this chapter)