bookcurios Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Speaking of which, there is still a reason why Chen Shien opened a tea shop at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain.
60 years ago, a man dressed in green cloth stole the book of life and death of the king of hell, overturned Po Meng's soup, and smashed down the bridge of Naihe.
Everyone in the underworld is in danger, and the smoking king of Hades has nothing to do with that person, he can only discourage him.
Hei Wuchang was wearing clothes with several big holes cut out, nodding and bowing to the man sitting on the judge's table, the man was pulling the beard of the black face with a grinning face, laughing: "Today I want to eat candied haws, lotus leaves Roast chicken, fish head tofu, sweet and sour pork ribs."
The black-faced Yama had a flattering face: "Okay, okay, eat, eat." Then he said to the black and white Wuchang in tattered clothes: "Did you hear that, today I will eat candied haws and roasted chicken with lotus leaves..." The shrewd Hades is here It was really embarrassing in front of the people who clothed the clothes, he smiled and gestured to Chen Shien.
Chen Shien suppressed a smile and said, "Fish head tofu, sweet and sour pork ribs."
Hei Wuchang pulled Bai Wuchang and hurriedly retreated from the main hall, as if the soles of his feet were oiled, he walked hurriedly and quickly.
"Xiao Hei, isn't the ghost you brought back that day the most good at women? Let her mend our clothes. How can we wear such rotten clothes?" Bai Wuchang pouted, pulling the hole in the clothes, Complaining with a heavy face.
"Hey, it's all my fault. I spent all my monthly money on rouge the day before yesterday, otherwise I could have bought you a new one." Hei Wuchang patted Xiaobai's head very sadly.
"Are you complaining about my waste of money? Let me tell you, people who love each other give gifts, and men give women rouge and gouache." Xiao Bai raised his head and gave a serious lesson.
"Xiaobai, you are obviously a man... Hey, why did you hit me... Oh, I'm telling the truth..." Xiao Hei was beaten.
At lunch, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai really brought back some food. In the Hall of the King of Hell, the ghost servants stood in a row, drooling, watching the person sitting on the table eat the chicken bite by bite, with their mouths clattering.
Beside the table, the obsequious Hades silently stretched out his hand to touch the remaining half of the chicken ass.Everyone raised their foreheads, is this still the eerie King of Hades who decides life and death?
Chen Shien ate happily, holding the big chicken leg in his hand, waved it, and smiled generously: "You all go back to eat, today is a holiday, and you don't have to work in the afternoon."
Everyone was trembling, and glanced at the black-faced Hades, seeing that the black face was oily, and didn't notice that someone had already given his subordinates a holiday, so they were relieved and slipped out of the hall.
After eating and sleeping enough, Chen Shi'en became restless again, and he almost walked around the underworld.
He walked out of the main hall facing west, through the Crescent Moon Gate, and stepped into the courtyard full of Bianhua flowers. Through the courtyard, there was the Goulan Stage.
The previous king of Hades loved the operas in the world, so he ordered people to build a stage, and on the tenth day of every month, he would find some ghosts who could sing operas to sing.When the King of Hades was promoted to the heaven, he recommended to the Emperor of Heaven a ghost who knew people well to be the King of Hades. This King of Hades accepted the love of the old King of Hades, so he couldn't easily demolish the things he built, so he kept them for a hundred years.
Bypassing Goulan, to the south is the Naihe Bridge. Under the bridge, Granny Biyi is serving soup for a hundred years. That soup is the Mengpo soup that people will never forget. Purified as a baby, thrown into the belly of a woman in the world.
To the north is the residence of Hades. After entering the stone carving "Xianghe Residence", you can see a row of apricot trees and a row of pomegranate trees. There is a swing under the apricot tree. At the end of the corridor is a carved red-lacquered wooden door, and inside the door is the residence of the black-faced Hades.
Strange to say, in hell, no grass can grow.Except for the flowers of the other shore, a hundred flowers never bloom.However, this black-faced King of Hades didn't care, moved trees and lotus from the world to plant them, and protected them with the power of cultivation, so he lived for a hundred years.The King of Hades doesn't care if they bloom or not, and it doesn't matter if Yueyue loses her cultivation base.
From Goulan to the east is the residence of the underworld ghost messenger. From the ghost messenger's residence to the east, you will arrive at the forbidden area of the underworld, the ghost prison. extracted.
He had been swinging on the swing in Xianghe Residence for a long time, and it was still dark.I ran to chat with Biyi Meng Po for a long time, listening to Meng Po talking about strange things in the past century, some people refused to drink Meng Po soup, some people drank Meng Po soup and it didn’t work, they would still think about it and so on , it was still not dark.He pulled out a large piece of Bianhua flowers in the yard, but it was still not dark.He read all the books in the hall, the book of life and death, and the book of ghosts, but it was still not dark.
The black-faced Hades, holding tea, drank it in one gulp, watched the man on the table flipping through the books, but smiled and said nothing.
"Black-faced Hades, how can you endure this kind of life? I said, the days are so long and boring, you can't go out to the world for a few times like a ghost messenger. It's really like a prison."
Hades didn't speak, his eyes flickered.
The man was very bored, and asked again: "Black face, how long have you been the king of Hades, I don't think I have ever asked you."
The black-faced King of Hades put down the book, looked at him clearly with his sly eyes, and said, "I can't remember, it may be 50 years, 100 years, or 300 years."
"You are so boring, how could I become friends with you?" The man in green cloth opened his round eyes in amazement, with an inconceivable tone.
The black-faced Hades just laughed, with a flattering expression on his face.
There was no words for a while, only the sound of King Hades flipping through the book from time to time and the sound of someone accidentally grunting in the hall.
At some point, the black-faced Hades put down the book, and gently brushed away the hair sticking to the face of the man in green cloth, smiling at the corner of his mouth, no longer flattering, no longer eerie, and completely gentle.
He looked at him for a long time, so long that his arms were sore and numb.
After waking up, it was already slightly dark, and there was no light in the main hall. The black-faced Hades sat on a chair, as if he had never moved, as if nailed to it, with black clothes, black hair and black face, in the dark hall, like into the black.
Seeing the man rubbing his eyes and waking up, the black-faced Yama asked with a flattering smile, "Are you ever hungry? Would you like some food?"
The man squinted his eyes, slapped him and grinned, "I still want to eat roasted chicken with lotus leaves."
Yan Wang greeted the ghost messenger to deliver food, and looked at Chen Shien with a smile.
A whole plate of lotus leaf roast chicken.He pulled off a chicken leg and boasted casually: "You still know me best with a black face."
At night, there was a gust of gloomy wind, and the underworld was extremely cold. Occasionally, the screams of the ghosts in the dungeon could be heard in the air. On such a frightening night, the ghost guards would not go out unless it was their turn to be on duty.
And this night was the time for Chen Shi'en to be active. He wanted to see the reincarnation book in the hands of Hades, and he wanted to go into the dungeon to see if that person was still being tortured.
At this point, I have to mention that the reincarnation book of the King of Hades records the reincarnation of all the ghosts in this world, which family they became masters, which families they became, whether they were born outside a mountain village or in a city town, and recorded them one by one. , It is a good thing to find the place of the previous life.
The young general died on the battlefield and entered the underworld. He should have been reincarnated smoothly as a man. In order to get promoted, the previous fat-faced Hades had to be ruthless and punished him harshly. The ghost pretended to be interrogated.
The fat-faced King of Hades clasped the young general, pouring beans into his mouth, and said one by one: "The spirit of killing is very strong, and the affairs of his life are too deeply entangled. He holds thousands of lives in his hands, and he privately uses the power of thoughts to help jade form. This natural law should be imprisoned and punished, and the resentment of thousands of lives should be settled."
Chen Shien is a frequent visitor to the underworld. The previous Hades imprisoned Chen Shien under the flowers of the other side for ten years in order to get promoted and for the sake of revenge.When the newly appointed black-faced King of Hades rescued him from under the flowers, he stared at Tong Ling's eyes and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
The ghost messenger of the underworld is afraid of the extremely black-faced Hades, and thinks that he is more terrifying and majestic than the fat-faced Hades, but Chen Shien is not afraid of him alone, laughing and laughing, and the two became friends.
All the ghosts found it strange that the black-faced King of Hades usually pulled his face, and when he saw Chen Shien, he showed a flattering face, and there was a warm smile in Tongling's eyes, and every time he saw the black-faced flattery , a group of soldiers did not dare to speak, they could only caress the goosebumps on their arms.
The black-faced King of Hades treats Chen Shien very well, and he condones him to do anything.The plaque on the Hall of King Hades was split, so he had to have someone redo it and hang it up.The book of life and death was torn, and he raised his two fingers together, and it was cured once he cast the immortal spell.Even when the Emperor of Heaven came to inspect, he drew a turtle on his black face, but the King of Hades was not angry.
If he wasn't angry, no one in this hell would dare to be angry anymore. All the ghosts suffered from Chen Shi'en's round eyes, so they could only smash their teeth and swallow it, they couldn't say it.
When the ghost messengers got together, they chatted in a hurry, and one of them asked: "Why hasn't this little ancestor left the underworld? He is obviously not from the underworld."
A ghost said: "Didn't he say that he wants to read the reincarnation book and enter the dungeon?"
Another ghost guard pointed at the orchid, and replied softly: "Look at the black-faced Yama, unless the apricot tree in Yama's yard is in bloom."
A ghost asked: "Why, isn't it just the reincarnation book? The fat-faced King of Hades also shows people."
The ghost Lan Hua pointed to picked at his hair, and turned back: "The black-faced Hades, I won't show it to him. If he saw it, would he still stay in the underworld?"
The ghost messengers only thought that this ghost was not kind, and he just said some inscrutable words, which people couldn't understand.
Later, Chen Shi'en stole the book of life and death and the judge's pen, which forced the black-faced Hades to tell the general's reincarnation.
The black-faced brass bell eyes were wet, and he looked at Chen Shi'en as if he wanted to see through people and said: "After serving 80 years in prison, according to his wishes, in the next life, he will not ask about court affairs, not be a civil and military person, and reincarnate at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain to the town."
The person in the green cloth clothes got the word, huffed and left, and for many years after that, he never went to the underworld again.
He didn't ask the black face, why is he serving his sentence in hell?If he asked, the black face might still tell him with a smile: I have been a magistrate for 80 years.