Uncle Wu obviously saw through my thoughts and temporarily intervened, saying, "It's useless to say anything else now. Let's wake people up first. It's almost midnight."
To descend into the underworld is to step into the underworld.
It is natural for the dead to go to hell, and there are ghosts to pick them up and drop them off, regardless of the time of day.
But if a living person wants to go to the underworld to retrieve souls, he can only do so during the alternation of yin and yang and the rotation of priests at midnight every day. Otherwise, there is no chance at other times.
I took one last deep look at Zhou Changgui, and headed outside, preparing to wait for something that would bring the soul to hell, and no longer paying attention to the matter of this enemy.
To go to hell, you don't need many things, but the risk factor is very high, not to mention it is my first time to do this.
Since Uncle Wu's body cannot protect the Dharma, I naturally cannot go to hell. I want to ensure that the people who go there can safely bring Zhou Xi's soul back to this world, so there are only two candidates left for this unlucky job.
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One is Zhang Wei and the other is Lang Hongyi.
Zhang Wei's fortune has been very low recently. If this continues, he is likely to be detained as a dead man. Now Lang Hongyi has been changed to have a bad luck star enter the palace. It is also because of his bad luck. If it continues, it will be much worse.
of danger.
Just when I was hesitating and wondering what to do, Lang Hongyi took the initiative to take off the amulet around his neck that was used to protect his life.
I was so frightened that I quickly grabbed his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
This eldest young master, doesn’t he know that once he takes off this amulet, even if he is standing next to me, a person with a complete Yang life, he will also start to have bad luck, and will be targeted by those random people?
Just kidding, this guy has not been rescued yet, and this guy fell down again. I can still vividly remember the way he fell ill and fell down last time at Zhu's house.
"Go to hell? Only you can take charge of this matter now. If I don't go, who will?"
I really don’t know if this Lang Hongyi is a big-hearted person, or if he is a talented person and is bold.
I shook my head helplessly and looked at Uncle Wu for help.
Only then did I realize that Uncle Wu was looking at the two of us with interest, not even the slightest bit anxious.
Zhou Changgui and his wife had no idea what we were doing.
The oil lamp and the bamboo pole were ready. I resigned myself to my fate and began to place the oil lamp according to the direction of the Big Dipper. While doing it, I said, "When I get down, just do as I say."
Regarding my final decision, Uncle Wu did not object, so I felt that he should also agree.
Buddha said, If I don’t go to hell, who will?
This is our life!
I poured a lot of oil into the oil lamp, and I told them to close all the windows and doors in the house. I also told those people not to come in and disturb me later.
"When I borrow a way to leave later, just watch these oil lamps and don't let them go out. Also, hold on to this red rope and never let go. This is my only way to get back."
Lang Hongyi listened carefully to what I said and nodded to express his understanding.
Seven oil lamps were lit, and three copper coins with Zhou Xi's blood were threaded into the red rope.
Lang Hongyi stood at the northeast corner of the room holding one end of the red rope, while I held the other end, gently wrapped it around Zhou Xi's wrist, asked three copper coins to fall on the middle part of the rope, walked up to the seven bamboos and placed them on the rope.
Together, on the narrow path built with non-stick soil.
"Sanman, do you remember how to calculate the time to come back?"
Uncle Wu asked from behind when I was about to start.
I held the red rope and said, "Remember, before the hour passes, the third copper coin falls to the ground and you must go back."
"Don't listen to nonsense, keep moving forward on the bright road." Uncle Wu's last words of advice reached my ears when I reached the top of the bamboo pole.
I just walked through the moso bamboo pole step by step, and I felt that my feet were getting lighter and lighter, my head was also dizzy, and the things in front of me began to shake and become larger. I knew that this was the state of soul separation.
Speaking of it, most people have felt this feeling. When they dream back at midnight, they feel like their body is flying with the wind and they are flying at a high place. That is the soul leaving!
Only when there is no body can such a state occur. The vision changes from bright to dim, from narrow to endless.
I clearly remember that I was always walking towards the northwest corner of the house, which is the direction of the wardrobe where the wooden man and the toad were placed, but now I saw darkness in front of me, with yellow sand flying, and above the green field, the sky was filled with
The weeds were flying in the wind, making a swishing sound.
A winding path in the middle, hidden among the yellow sand and grass, appeared in front of me. My body seemed to have its own consciousness, falling gently.
I know I succeeded, the scenery here is exactly the same as the Road to the Underworld written in the book.
There are some hazy figures in front and behind, all of them are rushing forward to the unknown front, some are alone, and some are traveling in small groups.
Raising my hand, I glanced at my left hand holding the red rope.
Fortunately, the red string is still there, and the three copper coins are also safe.
He raised his feet and walked forward. With this step, he was almost three meters away. When he landed, there was no sound of footsteps, and he didn't even touch the dust.
The habitual next step has been taken, and I can't adapt to this speed. I stretch out my hands to maintain balance and sway, as clumsily as a duck.
Those dark figures in front of me would look at me strangely if I passed them, and then continue their journey.
I noticed that right in front and behind the rows of black shadows, there would be an extremely tall shadow leading them. It should be the legendary ghost messenger.
After I finally adapted to the environment here and the speed of my flying legs, I began to look around for Zhou Xi's figure, paying attention to the movement of the copper coins in my hand.
As long as Zhou Xi appears near me, the three copper plates stained with his blood will vibrate, but after walking for a while, I didn't see a shadow that looked like Zhou Xi.
In desperation, I started to shout anxiously, "Zhou Xi, the eldest son of the Zhou family, you're tired of playing and it's time to go back!"
The sound didn't spread far, and it sounded like a muffled echo, with a sense of bursting bubbles that only occurs underwater.
"Zhou Xi, your parents are waiting for you at home!"
I tried shouting again, but the sound was still the same as before, but this time there was a quick response.
A voice from within the reeds replied intermittently, "I'm stuck in the swamp, please pull me out."
At this time, I happened to land, and there was something moving in the tall grass on the right. I turned my head over there and saw a shadow struggling in it. It looked like half of its legs were stuck.
It's like being stuck in the mud and can't get out.
"Zhou Xi? Is that you?"
"Yes, I'm Zhou Xi, come here and help me, save me!"
When the shadow said this, its body shook strangely and rapidly, accompanied by a slight cry of pain. After saying this, there was no movement.
This reaction made me very strange. I had already raised my steps, hesitated silently, and then took them back.