Who says the deity is not Bai Ze

Chapter 36

The Bull Pit Hell is like a huge crater, the walls of which are almost vertical, and the inside is deep and dark, mixed with an indistinguishable strange smell.Fu Li standing at the bottom of the pit is not in such a dangerous situation as Mu Yang imagined, because he was not pushed down by someone, but jumped off by himself.

There is no other reason, but I saw a familiar face from a distance and wanted to come over to say hello.

"Song Ming?" Fu Li walked into the man, saw him being trampled to death by the hooves of the cow, and said sarcastically, "Why did you get down? Could it be that Ke Ji still had the guts to directly kill you?"

Song Ming, however, didn't seem to see Fu Li, and kept waving his arms towards the air, talking nonsense.All of a sudden, he said, 'dogs, there are many dogs, the dogs are coming to claim their lives! ! ', suddenly shouted 'Niu ah!The cow stepped on me, it hurts so much!It hurts! ! '.

Crying and rolling on the ground, blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

"Hello, technician No. 218 of Niukeng Hell is here to serve you. May I help you?" A jailer with a number plate pinned to his chest walked up to Fu Li and looked him up and down. Not to serve or to be sentenced.

So he leaned closer to his head and showed a knowing smile, and quickly said, "This hell provides milking services, and you can choose from a variety of flavors. It also comes with free processing and delivery to your door. May I ask how many catties you want?"

Fu Li: "???"

It turns out that not only the oil pan hell has a side job, but also the cow pit hell?What the hell is going on with you in the underworld!Have you switched to a farmhouse?

Fu Li shook his head and declined, pointing to Song Ming who was kicked back into the herd by the cow's hoof, and asked, "How did this man die?"

So it wasn't for buying milk... Technician No. 218 was a little disappointed.But he has been in hell for nearly 1000 years. Except for the King of Hades, he has never seen anyone who can voluntarily jump down to hell without being burned by evil spirits!The person in front of him has exquisite and cold eyebrows, but his face is understated, obviously he is very capable!He's a big guy, he can't be messed with!

So 218 quickly flipped through the register of criminals, and replied with a correct attitude: "It is recorded in the book that this person died on the eighth day of September this year. The cause of death was suicide in prison. Since he came to the cow pit, he has been hanging his dog From the mouth, maybe it is because there were too many dogs abused in life, and after death, you have to go to the bull pit, suffer the pain of others, and bear the pain of others."

218 After saying this, Fu Li understood.

It seems that it wasn't that Ke Ji was so angry that he ran to the prison and killed Song Ming, but that since the kobold's dream, Song Ming has fallen into the magic barrier of becoming a dog and being bitten by a dog. Cracking, terrified, and unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Obviously, Song Ming couldn't bear the pressure of the nightmare and chose to commit suicide in prison.

Hmm... How do humans say something?

What happened before was born, what is revealed after death, reincarnation of cause and effect, retribution is not good.

This kind of person really doesn't deserve sympathy.

One last glance at Song Ming who had been trampled into bloody mud, Fu Li indifferently withdrew his gaze, stepped lightly on his toes, and leaped up against the wind, floating out of the bull pit, with a Ling Ran fairy posture that did not match the gloomy hell.

As a result, as soon as he stepped on the ground, his clothes were grabbed by two hands.

Mu Yang pulled Fuli around like a spinning top, and said in a hurry: "Let me take a look, are you okay? Oh, it's good that you didn't get hurt, I was scared to death just now! Why did you jump down?" It's gone!"

If it is to visit an 'old friend', with Mu Yang's bb machine temperament that is not inferior to Ji Guang, he will ask what happened.Fu Li was terrified that a hundred thousand things would become fine, so he said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, just go down and have a look at the scenery."

Mu Yang let out an 'oh', and said again: "Oh, what's so good about the scenery in hell? It's so dark, it smells like blood, and it stinks. In my opinion, there are only four great landscapes in the underworld. The places of interest are quite eye-catching, such as Xueyuan Shahua, Santu Yanbo, Qionglou Wangxiang, and Shiqiao Peach Blossoms, all of which are good places for ghosts and ghosts to date! Especially the last scene, a peach plant for thousands of miles, is beautiful La!"

Mu Yang was so excited that she immediately slapped her on the leg, pulled Fu Li and went out: "Let's go, I'll take you to have a look, so that when you bring someone here tomorrow, you won't have to look for him." Not on the road."

Fu Li was forced to drag his steps, so helplessly rolled his huge eyes towards the sky, and even had the illusion that a wisp of white smoke floated out of Tianling Gai.

He's really not interested in going to the Holy Land for dating!This is a romance that belongs to ghosts. He is a god, so he is really not blessed to enjoy it.

Besides, thinking about him, he is full of liyuebaifengqing, bright and frightening, Panasonic asks for wine, the world is too old... Even if he dies, even if he jumps from this bull pit hell, it is absolutely impossible for him to take someone to the holy place for dating to see the scenery!

But I have to admit that the rumored "Four Wonders of the Underworld" do have the capital to be called ones.

Just talking about Shiqiao Peach Blossom, the name is not very elegant, but it is called Fu Li's eyes.To say the least, there is a ten-foot-wide Naihe Bridge across the river, and the rushing Wangchuan River flows under it. The orange water column beats the bluestone, like pearls falling on a jade plate, and the sound is clear and crisp.

Looking around, the thousands of miles of desert under the feet is a piece of dry black scorched earth.But on the bank of Wangchuan River, at the head of Naihe Bridge, there is a peach blossom in full bloom.

When the dead pass by, the peach petals will fall to the shoulders in twos and threes.Carrying the fragrance of flowers, they walked from one end of the bridge to the other, and finally submerged in the halo representing the past.

This life is stained with the fragrance of flowers, and the next life will become beautiful.

Even reincarnation can be so romantic that it explodes.

Standing under the peach tree, Fu Li picked up a petal and crushed it, the pale pink juice stuck to Leng Bai's fingertips.He looked at the gray bridge deck and asked, "Is Song Qing also on it?"

Mu Yang said: "Probably not yet. Isn't the population of the underworld expanding recently? Generally, the dead souls go to the Temple of the Wheel to judge good and evil, and then regain their sanity to shake the number. If you are lucky, you can go to reincarnation. If you are not lucky Just keep waiting."

Fu Li casually rubbed the flower juice on the corner of his clothes, dyed his white clothes a bright color, and asked a little curiously: "Then Song Qing and Song Chongsheng are both in the underworld, so they can be a pair of hard-working ducks?"

"Duck? What duck? What you want to talk about is... a mandarin duck with a hard life?"

Fu Li nodded, and gave Mu Yang a puzzled look.Is there any difference between a duck and a mandarin duck?In his opinion, they all look about the same, and mandarin ducks can't be eaten, but ducks can be eaten.

Mu Yang admired it, felt that the words and sentences of the beast were really different from other flirtatious creatures, waved his hands and said: "Impossible, Lord Ming is not a fool. Song Chongsheng was sent to serve in the hell of the Niu Pit, and he would not be able to get out for hundreds of years. And innocent ghosts in the underworld can't enter the eighteenth level of hell privately, they can't meet each other."

After a pause, he added: "And... Song Chongsheng is Fusangshen, who exists because of depression, and also dies because of depression. The slums in the suburbs of the city will soon be renovated, and Song Chongsheng may not live long."

After listening to Mu Yang's words, Fu Li fell silent for the first time, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

After delivering a long speech, Mu Yang finally sighed old-fashionedly: "Hey-so, life must be happy to the fullest, don't let the gold bottle be empty to the moon! When you are still alive, you refuse to express your heart. Is it because they are all dead? It’s too late! Everyone has a next life.”

Mu Yang's frustration echoed in his ears, Fu Li lowered his head, looked at the corner of his clothes stained with peach blossom juice, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard somewhere:

Some people always hide their emotions too well, wrapping them into an airtight bag.Because they know that even if there is only a one-in-a-million chance of being exposed, it will make themselves and their own him fall into doom.

These people have great ambitions in their hearts, but they become cowards when facing people they care about.

Song Chongsheng was like this, and so was Song Qing.

Fu Li's heart skipped a beat, as if something thin and transparent was suddenly pierced.

The world suddenly enlightened.

Looking at the undead hovering at the head of the Naihe Bridge, Fu Li asked, "Will everyone pass through the Naihe Bridge when they die?"

"Yeah, the riverside of Wangchuan is also Wangchuan, but the bridge is empty. As long as you don't lose your soul, you have to pass." After Mu Yang finished speaking, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "Oh, I didn't expect that I was quite educated. , let the stinky fish see it, dare to laugh at me for not reading enough?"

Fu Li only listened to the first half of the sentence, and when he got the answer he wanted, he simply ignored Mu Yang and walked towards the Naihe Bridge. Silently sank into the pile of undead.

Mu Yang's reaction was a bit slow, and she didn't have time to stop Fu Li, so she could only stand there in vain and look around blankly, like an innocent chick lost with her mother.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a short child?"

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a short and fat child with a round face?"

"Excuse me, have you ever seen a child with only one canine tooth? There is a small mole on the left side of the bridge of the nose."

"Excuse me……"

Fu Li didn't know what he was doing, knowing that there was little hope, he stepped on the bridge of death without hesitation.

Except for the undead on the Naihe Bridge, there are only Meng Pos who set up stalls along the bridge.Pots of strangely colored soup were placed on the short bamboo tables. There was clearly no fire, but it was still steaming lukewarm.

From Meng Po No. 97 at the head of the bridge, Fuli asked all the way to Meng Po No. [-] at the end of the bridge, and he refused countless times along the way, "Do you want a bowl of soup, young man?" ', his voice was almost smoky, but he still didn't ask even a little bit about Shabao's whereabouts.

It seems that Sha Bao has never been here.

For Fu Li, this is actually not bad news.It's not that ghosts can't come to reincarnation, but most of them come from painstaking cultivation. From the beginning of spiritual wisdom to the great achievement of cultivation base, it's hard not to worry about being eaten by other monsters anytime and anywhere. How can they be willing to abandon the prototype and reincarnate as a monster? What about a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken?

Fuli failed to find Shabao on the Naihe Bridge, which means that Shabao is not stupid enough to start a new life, and it is worth clapping and celebrating!

As for the possibility of body death and dao disappearance, Fu Li didn't think about it, and didn't dare to think about it.

Going empty-handed, returning empty-handed, Fu Li didn't have the heart to continue to watch the remaining three stunning views, grabbed Mu Yang by the back collar, and ignored his frightened expression of trying to resist, shrinking into an inch again, and went straight back to the headquarters building.

Perhaps it was because he was not acclimatized when he first came to the headquarters, Fu Li always felt tight in his chest, left Mu Yang who was retching, went back to the room, and fell headfirst on the mattress.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, half hidden behind the clouds.A layer of white hair grew on the edge of the moon that should have been shiny, as if it had been reflected in a mirror covered with water vapor, and the entire bamboo forest was foggy.

A winding bluestone path extends from the foot of Fuli all the way to the depths of the bamboo forest.

In the huge woods, only this path can be seen, which seems to be both a temptation and a warning.

Ever since dreaming back to Junshan and bid farewell to Three Treasures, Fuli has never dreamed again.

He knew very well that he was now in a dream, so he walked directly into the bamboo forest without any worries.

Free tours in the mountains and rivers, if you don't enter, you are a pig!

Going inward along the path, it didn't take long before it ended.Fu Li looked around, but found nothing special, and prepared to leave in a dispirited manner.

However, when his eyes swept over a place, he stopped in an instant.

There is a pile of loess piled up there, which is a bit high, and people behind the mound can only show half of their crowns.Fu Li stared at the bright red orb on the crown, approached unconsciously, and finally couldn't help but screamed when he saw the whole picture of the man clearly: "Yu Qing?!"

The man was dressed in white, and his facial features were carved like knives and axes. He was so handsome that it was shocking.His eyes were like black smoke and green, which neutralized the overall sharpness and added a bit of detached Xianya to him.

But what's weird is that the man who has always been meticulous is squatting on the ground at this moment, letting the hem of his white robe be stained with yellow-brown soil, as if he has lost his mind.

It’s no wonder Fu Li thinks this way, it’s really like being insane!Listen to what he said: "Buried, buried, buried..."

"Bury what, ignore me." Fu Li muttered, and walked to the edge of the pit, wanting to see what was more attractive than him.

Most of the thing in the pit had been buried, only two thick wooden sticks were exposed, Fu Li felt that something was wrong at first glance, and then took a closer look - it turned out that it was not a wooden stick, it was clearly two legs!

Killing people, dumping corpses, dealing with murder scenes, hiding criminal evidence?

Countless thoughts flashed by, Fu Li squatted down and asked, "Can I see who is buried?"

Yu Qing was still muttering, digging the soil with his fingers, but he didn't stop Fu Li's hand reaching towards the mound.

So Fu Li found the place where the soil layer was raised, presuming it was the five sense organs, and pushed aside the soil above.

Finally, I just took a look at--

He jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, and his eyes turned black.

This chubby fleshy face, those eyelashes like silk fans, and that little mole on the left side of the bridge of the nose... This is clearly a fool!

Suddenly thought of something, Fu Li staggered, went around to look at the stone tablet on the other side of the mound, and suddenly felt that God was very fucking.

I saw a few bold characters on the stele—the adobe of my stupid brother Shabao.

"Huh——" Fu Li suddenly opened his eyes, propped himself up, took a few deep breaths in surprise, and broke out in cold sweat for a while.

He looked out of the window, the sky was already bright, thinking that he had slept all night and had weird nightmares all night, he felt absurdly unreal.

What happened next, however, intensified the sense of unreality.

Because after the sound of knocking on the door, Fu Li actually saw his younger brother Ji running out of his dream, standing sideways at the door, holding a bowl in his hand, looking at him with a smile on his face.