All living beings in hell

Chapter 60

Walking on the clouds, there is no sound of footsteps.

Pigeon fat leads the way, and I follow behind.The hem of the silk official uniform skimmed through the clouds and mist, creating layers of waves.I spread my five fingers and brushed the mist around me, and my fingertips were instantly wet.The wind chimes of the octagonal pavilion are getting closer and closer, and I can vaguely see a few figures sitting in it.

Six steps away from the Bajiao Pavilion, Pigeon Fat stopped.He bowed deeply and respectfully in the direction of the pavilion.

"Gentlemen, the mortal writing is here."

Pigeon Fat stretched out his hand, beckoning me to enter the booth.Then, he slowly receded into the clouds and mist behind him, and he didn't straighten up until his body was completely hidden in the clouds.The shadows in the booth heard the voice of the pigeon fat report, and turned to look at me.

"Amitabha." A monk got up and put his palms together to me. There were eight golden ring marks on his head, and he was wearing a gold cassock with a red background. body."

The white-clothed woman next to Ji Ge greeted me, and I immediately recognized that it was the writer Tiandi who shared an office before: "Hey, the world, long time no see. You did well, even your body was messed up by you."

The appearance of Tiandi's writing is quite different from the previous monsters. At this time, she has red lips and bright teeth, and a pair of round eyes under willow eyebrows, innocent like a white rabbit.She was completely different from the six-legged monster she had seen in the office before.I thought back to the evil ghosts pulling the carriage before, and they all turned into auspicious beasts in this heaven.Sure enough, the manifestation in different dimensions will also change accordingly.

"Excellent...excellent..." I cupped my hands.

Tiandi pulled my arm and looked very intimate with me: "Let me introduce you, this is the gatha, you already know it. This is written by the sun and the moon, that is, writing for the sun and the moon, Write for time. This is a writer who is forbidden to speak, and her job is quite special. Although she is a writer, she does not write."

Riyue wrote the pen, looking like an old man, with white hair tied behind his head, beard growing to his chest, hunched back, holding a twisted wooden stick in his hand, and his official clothes were as gorgeous as the morning sun and sunset.Yan Jin's writing is completely black, wearing a long black cloak, and his hair is loose behind him, which reminds me of a medieval witch.Her expression was serious, no offense, and just staring at that face made my throat feel dry and tight.

Ji Ge poured tea for me and motioned me to sit down.The tea soup is clear and sweet, completely different from the bitter tea in hell.Sun and Moon write and drink with a smile. They are really a contented old man.Yan Jin was sipping his pen while looking at me up and down through the rim of his teacup.

The voice of Sun and Moon writing was as loud as a bell, and he said with a smile, "Please do as you please in the world, don't be cautious. We are both writers, and the four of us often get together. It's rare that the world's writers can also join, very good."

I nodded back to Sun and Moon for writing.To be honest, I wasn't nervous, I just didn't know what to say.When I was in the world, whether it was a company team building or a gathering among colleagues, I was always as embarrassed as I am now.Seeing everyone chatting and joking, I don't know what to say or ask.Most of the time, I can only bow my head and eat food in silence, just like now, I drink the tea in my hand silently.

Seeing my embarrassment, Yan Jin looked away and stopped looking at me.I thought for a while, and then held my pen and handed it over.

"There's something I want to ask,"

"Say." Her tone was very short.

"I'm also a writer, what is the job of prohibiting words and writing?"

"too much."

"Can you expand on that?"

"tired."

After Yan Jin finished speaking, he took a sip of tea and stopped answering me.

Seeing my embarrassment, Tiandi rescued me: "Hey, that's what she looks like when she is banned. Her job is not to write, and write as little as she can."

"Why?" I continued to ask.

"Once she writes the words, they will completely disappear in the world and become forbidden words."

"I don't quite understand, what does this mean?"

Yan Jin took a pen and put the teacup heavily on the table: "Do you really want to know?" She asked me.

"I really want to know, please enlighten me."

"Without a mortal body, there is still a mortal heart," Yan Jin made a disdainful voice while writing the pen, "Some words should disappear when the time comes. I just acted according to the time, arrested and locked up these words, Until it is completely destroyed and forgotten by the world."

"Why do you do that? What does it mean to work on time?"

"You are also the writer, you know the energy contained in the text itself."

"Probably know a thing or two."

"In the process of the transmission of words in the world, it is the constant transformation between thought and matter. Sometimes, these transformations are extremely destructive. The existence of those words itself forms karma that cannot be escaped. And my duty It is to find these words and imprison them until the world forgets them. Do you understand?"

"A prison of words?"

"It's not a prison," Yan Jin took another sip of tea while writing, "it's hell."

The gatha writer continued beside him: "Sometimes these words also include scriptures."

"So the job of banning speech and writing is like a law enforcement officer, but this time the object to be processed has become the text itself." I tried to figure it out.

"Enforcement Officer? You can use that metaphor if you really want to. The title of Enforcement Officer is better than that of Writer." Yan Jin smiled lightly, and quickly returned to his expressionless appearance.

"Where is Sun and Moon writing? What kind of job is writing for time?" I turned around and asked the slightly drunk old man beside me.

"Remember everything! Remember everything! I will record everything that happened in time!" The old man's voice was so loud that the clouds outside the pavilion dissipated a little.

"Why do you need to remember for time?"

The writer Sun Yue squinted his kind eyes and looked at me with a smile: "Time itself also needs memory, and I am its memory."

Tiandi Zhibi added on the side: "Not all writing modes of writing are recorded with words. There are many various recording methods in the Three Realms. The memory and time of writing written by Sun and Moon overlap, which is one of them."

"How did you write the pen that day?" I asked.

"What a curious child." Tiandi said with a smile, "Look at the clouds in the pavilion, the wind in the clouds, the soup in your teacup, all things in the world, I always know, feel, and convert them into words when necessary .But most of the time, it’s just the moment that happened for the records of heaven and earth, that’s all.”

"Because the world also needs memory?"

"No, the world needs the present moment."

I didn't answer, I drank tea in silence, not understanding what she was talking about.Tiandi looked at me with a smile and said, "Why don't you ask?"

"I think I asked, but I might not understand."

Tiandi wrote with a smile: "The five of us each perform our duties and are our masters. It is a blessing to be here today."

"Amitabha, that's right." Gaga replied.

"Okay, let's go back to work after drinking tea. There are still two words on the way to escape today, I have to catch them back quickly." Yan Jin wrote.

"Cheers!" Sun Yue held up the flagon in his hand.

"cheers!"

(End of this chapter)