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Chapter 107 Floating dream
The ripples produced on the Sansei Stone affect more than just vision.

What moves with the fluctuations is the soul standing in front of it.

When the third ripple expanded outward, the blurry stone surface became clearer and clearer.

What Shangguan Bai Rabbit saw was an ancient but magnificent temple. Thousands of lamps still couldn't illuminate the temple brightly.

In front of the stone cauldron in front of the hall, a figure from behind shook the lottery tube.

Even if you don't see his face, you can still feel that the ordinary round-neck robe cannot cover the supreme aura.

A bamboo stick fell. The man picked it up and handed it to the old host beside him and said something, but there was only a picture and no sound.

The moment the old host clasped his hands and took the bamboo stick, a fishy light suddenly bloomed from the cuffs of his cassock, transforming into several red snakes and biting them fiercely.

The person asking for the signature was unmoved and seemed to be more interested in the architectural style of the ancient temple at this moment.

Between the electric light and flint, several black lights and streams of light shot out, crushing those strange red snakes into powder.

There were two people standing at the top of the ancient palace, a man and a woman.

The woman is wearing an ordinary blouse with white top and red bottom, a futou hat on her head, and a goldfish bag around her waist that shines brightly in the moonlight.

The man was wearing a crimson official robe, pleated trousers, flowing cloud boots, a horizontal sword on his waist, and a carved bow in his hand.

Because they were too far away, they couldn't see their faces clearly.

But as the woman in the ruffled shirt waved her hand, the assassin's master spewed blood from his mouth, and all his hair began to burn. The fire grew bigger and bigger, eventually burning him to ashes.

Strangely, when the flames died down, the remains that were left behind were anything but human bones.

The person asking for the signature turned around and walked out of the temple.

The men and women on the top of the hall looked at each other and disappeared into the night.

At this point, the picture of the Sansheng Stone began to blur. When Shangguan Baitu suddenly came back to his senses, he found that the stone surface in front of him had long been restored to its original state.

"Which one is me?"

Shangguan Baitu was puzzled, and soon his interest waned.

She was also looking forward to what kind of colorful life she would have, but unfortunately the duration of the scene was too short and it was impossible to see why.

"How are you doing there?"

The words gradually faded away, and Shangguan Baitu found that Zhao Sanyuan was still in a dazed state, obviously not yet out of the illusion in the Sansheng Stone.

I can't help but wonder what kind of life he had in his previous life.

now.

Zhao Sanyuan was confused.

a tree.

He saw a small sapling going through spring, summer, autumn and winter, thunderstorms and snow.

One day, a young Taoist priest came to the woods and saw a happy look behind the tree. He threw away the broken peach wood sword and happily stepped forward to cut off a branch.

But I guess the young Taoist priest had bad eyesight, and he couldn't do it accurately even though he was carrying a hatchet. In the end, the old man was so injured that he was lying under a small tree with a look of despair.

Strangely, as time went by, the young Taoist priest's eyes were deeply attracted by the small tree, and suddenly he sat cross-legged under the tree and started mumbling as if he had an epiphany.

When you are hungry, you pick wild fruits, and when you are thirsty, you drink dew. The animals in the woods all know that a hairless monkey with two legs is coming. More and more animals come to watch the fun, including foxes, hedgehogs, and some. The big snake has eagles and falcons, and as long as the young Taoist priest is sitting under the peach tree and chanting sutras, he will soon be surrounded by a circle like a gathering of birds and beasts.

After this, dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters passed, and the young Taoist priest still had no intention of leaving. The small tree also began to grow vigorously, and the peach blossoms bloomed particularly brightly.

The surface of Sansheng Stone is blurred again.

Soon, Zhao Sanyuan's consciousness fell away, but his expression was very confused.

"Rabbit, what do you see?"

"You might not believe it. I'm not even sure whether I was a boy or a girl in my previous life. If I had to guess, I guess it's the same as now. I was eating from the public house and listening to orders. How are you doing there?"

Zhao Sanyuan squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and was about to cry without tears.

"You are better than me. At least you are still a human being. I don't even know if I was a human in my previous life. It's like a fucking animal attending a big gathering. It could be a stupid roe deer."

Shangguan Baitu was full of intelligence, thinking to himself that this was really miserable. In comparison, he must be happier, at least personally.

But no matter what, the two of them didn't get much useful information about Sanshengshi, and they all had a vague understanding.

Zhao Sanyuan waved his hand casually, "Forget it, the Sansheng Stone is so big, it's normal for something to go wrong somewhere. Maybe its existence itself is for the ghosts to have fun."

"Really?" Shangguan Baitu obviously didn't believe what he said. She looked at the other ghosts who were facing the Three Life Stones. Each one of them was either suddenly enlightened or crying. It was obvious that they knew the cause and effect of the past life.

It was not as interesting as they imagined, so the two left the Sansheng Stone and headed to the Ghost Realm Castle. They found a place to prop up the small paper car and swayed forward.

In the underworld, apart from Fengdu City, Guijie Fort is the largest. In terms of liveliness, Guijie Fort has a more ghostly atmosphere than Fengdu City.

Because the ghost's house cannot be built in the underworld, it must be burned and sent down together with the ghost deed and the paper house before the ghost can be resettled. Some ghosts who have passed the gate of hell but are still afraid of being judged by the underworld choose to live in the ghost world castle.

Why not go to Fengdu City?
Naturally, it is because it is also located behind Yincao.

On the other hand, the ghosts who have nothing to do and do not want to reincarnate can only wander around the streets.

The small paper car drove for more than two days and finally arrived at the Ghost Realm Fort. Not to mention the bustling traffic here is very similar to the big cities in the world. There are shops, markets and even rickshaw pullers, and of course there are all kinds of weird ghosts. .

The meeting place with Mr. Li was at the Fu Zang Pavilion. Although there was still some time before the meeting, the two of them chose to go to the Fu Zang Pavilion to wait.

Just listening to the name, it’s not clear what Fu Zang Pavilion does.

Only when we got there did we realize that this was a serious official institution of the underworld. It was quite large and there was an endless stream of ghosts coming in. The window inside the museum alone could not maintain efficiency at all, so hundreds of temporary reception desks were set up outside the museum. at.

The main function, to put it bluntly, is to help ghosts entrust dreams to living people. You can do whatever you want to say or ask for anything.

There is still a pair here.

Floating without knowing what you want.

Suddenly it happened.

Zhao Sanyuan and Shangguan Baitu, who had nothing to do for the time being, were smoking and watching a show in the corner, and they thought they had gained some experience.

"What are you dreaming about?"

"When I return to Zuncha, I want to give my family some money and some warm clothes."

"Oh, we didn't burn the house for you last year?"

"What are you burning? I haven't cared about it for several years. No matter how frugal I am, I can't bear it anymore."

"Then you have to entrust your dreams to the unscrupulous descendants. There are ordinary entrustments and express entrustments here. Which one do you choose?"

"Quick, of course we have to be quick. I'm anxious."

"Auntie, I have to tell you clearly. Express is very expensive. The starting price is 440 for four old almanacs."

"Is it so expensive? I only have two almanacs left in my pocket, so why not choose ordinary care?"

"Two? Auntie, I suggest you go directly to reincarnation."

"I can't invest for the time being. I told my old man before I died that I would wait for him down there. How about I respect him and see if this works? When the money is burned down, I will deduct it from it?" "Is the money ready to pay? Then you go to Jia Shi Let’s do it over at Window Seven, I can’t do it here, next one!”

The old ghost walked outside, looking for window A[-] in the vast sea of ​​ghosts. After finally finding a place and queuing up, she repeated her needs again.

"Payment is due, right? It can be done, but here we have to take a commission, [-]% for regular payment and [-]% for fast payment. Auntie, it's up to you which one you choose."

"I choose the faster one. The worst I can do is make the living people burn more."

"Okay, Auntie, please choose how long you want to hold the dream. The starting price is one cup of tea. The base price is 440 for four old almanacs. The longer the time, the more expensive it will be."

"So short? It doesn't take long to make a cup of tea."

"There is a difference between yin and yang, Auntie. The cost cannot be cheap here. Moreover, there are more and more ghosts coming down in the past few years, and the price will definitely go up. Auntie, if you hurry up, a cup of tea should be enough."

"Ah, that's all. It's all up to your Majesty's orders."

"Choose the dream image, such as the dream environment, dream time and image."

"In the old house, I can dream at any time. The image will be based on my own image, and my children and grandchildren will be able to understand it at a glance."

"I understand. Auntie, please provide me with the Yin Deed as collateral."

"But I don't have a house in the underworld?"

"Yes, I can't do it without a mortgage. Unless, aunt, you go to the Support Pavilion to issue a guarantee certificate. This kind of business should be handled at the B87 window first. I can't issue a ticket back to the other side of the Wangchuan River. Next one!"

The old Yin Hun's expression was lonely and he gradually disappeared into the team of Yin Hun.

Similar situations abound. It’s not easy to make a dream come true, not to mention the high price and various restrictions.

Another example is this young ghost.

"Hold a dream."

"Normal drag or fast drag?"

"Hurry up. When we came by boat, we didn't have enough footing. Most of the old Huang Li fell into the river. I'm worried."

"Okay, let's choose the dream goal."

"My father is so upright."

"Well, let me take a look. I can't help it. The information doesn't match."

"What do you mean the information can't be pushed forward? Why can't I tell my father a dream?"

Yin Zai slowly took a sip of tea and smacked his mouth. It had no sense of taste and didn't know what it was tasting. It said lightly: "You can entrust dreams to anyone. The premise is that the identity must be accurate. The information about the person you entrusted to dreams is wrong. No." There is no way to prove that he is your biological father."

"This requires fart proof! He is my biological father, and I am his biological son!"

"There's really nothing you can do if the information is wrong, unless you can prove that he is your biological father and the certificate book is wrong."

"Are you trying to find trouble on purpose? How can you prove that I'm dead? Go up and kill my father just to prove that he is my biological father?"

"Don't be impatient. What I said is very clear. If the information is wrong, it is wrong. Maybe you called him dad when you were alive, but he is really not your biological father. If you really want to entrust him with a dream, here is the only way. It can be written as adoptive father or godfather."

"???"

The bolt from the blue came without warning.

The young ghost never expected that there would be unexpected gains after death.

Adoptive father?

godfather?

For a moment, I felt sad and had no hope for death.

But Yin Chai has seen too many similar situations, and he has long been used to it.

"You can choose to continue to give He Qizheng a dream, but the message must say godfather or adoptive father. Of course, you can also choose to give a dream to your biological father."

"Keke, I don't even know who my real father is."

"No need to worry. It's all shown in my book. Let me take a look. Your mother and He Qizheng had a relationship before they got married. His name was found, and his name was Wang Laoji. He lived next door to your mother's house, but I Let me remind you, Lao Wang doesn’t know that he has a biological son like you, so if you give him a dream out of the blue, there won’t be any good results.”

Human sorrows and joys are not the same.

The same goes for ghosts.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was eating melon and watching a show not far away, was already crazy with joy and coughed repeatedly due to the smoke.

What's the matter? I only know my life experience after I die. I don't know whether to entrust a dream to my godfather or my biological father.

"Stop laughing, he's already miserable enough." Shangguan Baitu sighed and pulled Zhao Sanyuan's shroud. It would be unkind to laugh at the current scene.

"Miserable? Ahem..." Zhao Sanyuan burst into laughter, "No matter how miserable he is, how can he be as miserable as an old man? The son I have raised for many years is not my biological child at all, but belongs to Lao Wang next door. He probably won't be able to survive until the day he dies. You know, that’s how miserable it is.”

People think that joys and sorrows can only exist in the mortal world, and what they get after death is the final liberation.

As everyone knows, the pain begins after many people die. The truth revealed is like tearing open a bloody wound. It will never heal because it is impossible to resurrect. The only way is to drink Po Meng with endless regret or pain. Soup.

"Little friend."

A gentle reminder.

Mrs. Li didn't know when she appeared behind her.

"You're finally here, how about it?" Zhao Sanyuan immediately became serious. After all, business matters are the most important, and watching a show can only be fun.

"There may be some results, but this is not the place to talk. Let's go back to our residence first. My shady old friend is already waiting. Let's first listen to what he has to say about how to decide."

later.

The Li family's Yin Mansion is a small independent courtyard, which is certainly not comparable in size to the Li family's old residence in the human world, but it is sufficient.

Sitting in the hall was an old man who had probably been working in the underworld for many, many years.

No nonsense, just straight to the point.

The old Yin Chai said softly: "There are countless ghosts who are judged by the Yin Cao every day. I have no way of knowing whether a ghost named Gao Shou has passed through the Yin Cao recently, but there is a way to find out the information clearly, but this method is extremely It's dangerous. Once exposed, it's a serious crime among serious crimes. You should think carefully before answering. If you don't want to take risks, there is no need for me to say it."

Shangguan Baitu bowed slightly and said, "Please give me your words of wisdom. We are both determined and will try whatever method is available."

With a reasonable answer, Mrs. Li sighed repeatedly, knowing that the two young people had chosen the most dangerous path.

Lao Yin almost nodded, dipped his fingers in some water and slowly wrote a few large characters on the table.

Life and death book!
"It not only writes the longevity of a living person, but also the results of being judged by the underworld after death. If you find it, you will get the information you want."

The atmosphere is stagnant.

Silent for a long time.

Everyone present knew exactly what the Book of Life and Death meant to the underworld.

Zhao Sanyuan rubbed his temples.

"What do you mean, Zuncha, to let us enter the underworld?"

(End of this chapter)