I am a fairy

Chapter 92: Going to the underworld?

At the foot of Ziyun Peak.

Wen Shenyou led a large group of people and drove here again. Wen Shenyou sat in the car with a brand new rosary in his hand.

Buddhism has Buddhist beads, and Taoism naturally has rosary beads.

I heard that there was a Lu Xianweng in the capital. Every time he turned his rosary, the sound of him chanting holy scriptures and mantras would be heard on the wind.

With such a miraculous appearance, he was naturally very famous in the capital. Unfortunately, the emperor was a devout Buddhist and was unmoved.

The rosary in Wen Shenyou's hand had been enshrined in the Yunzhong Temple, but Wen Shenyou held it in his hand, turned it around for a long time, but didn't know which holy name to chant.

Although Yunzhongjun is an ancient deity, not many people worship and worship him nowadays, and he does not even have a decent title.

People simply call this deity by titles such as Cloud God, Lord of the Clouds, and Lord of the Clouds, which cannot be considered a holy title.

Or.

Although this Yunzhongjun is an ancient god, he is actually no longer a god worshipped by mortals. He has become a name that only exists in books and classic poems.

But Wen Shenyou always felt uneasy if he didn't hold something in his hand.

However, he remembered the matter of inviting the divine wizard to come to Lucheng in person.

"It seems."

"I still have some immortal fate."

"I was almost thrown into the Iron Sand Hell last time. After the great disaster, there will be great blessings!"

"I've had bad luck lately, and it must be because of this name. How can a Buddhist slave compare to a divine blessing?"

He placed the rosary in his right hand and switched sides.

“If we can invite the divine wizard to the capital, Your Majesty will see the might and power of Yunzhongjun and will surely be like me.”

"At that time, Yunzhong Jun should be ranked at the highest level among the immortals and gods, and be given a holy title and worshipped in the temple. My rosary will naturally be useful."

"By the way, when the time comes, I will definitely ask the Taoist priest in the capital to compile a classic."

"Although this Taoist from Ziyun Peak is somewhat mysterious, his literary talent..."

Thinking of the secret book compiled by the old Yin-Yang Taoist, the corner of Wen Shenyou's mouth twitched.

"Ho!"

"Unsightly!"

However, as soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we heard some music, such as gongs and drums. We knew something big must have happened on the mountain.

Wen Shenyou didn't take it seriously, thinking that the noise was meant to welcome him.

But he still asked: "What's wrong?"

The horseman said: "There are many people on the mountain, beating gongs and chimes, I don't know what they are doing."

Wen Shenyou: "It must be to welcome me. The Taoists of Ziyun Peak are well-informed. They actually knew we were coming. Although Xihe County is small, there are many capable people!"

After saying that, Wen Shenyou gave the order.

"But since they are so interested, it's hard to refuse."

"Slow down and move forward slowly."

Wen Shenyou, the son of a noble prince, was merciful and gave them this opportunity to please him.

However, they slowed down, but at the moment the mountain was in a state of chaos and no one was in the mood to pay attention to the changes below the mountain.

They walked all the way to the mountain gate of Yunzhen Dao, and the Taoist priests on the mountain finally discovered them and hurried down to greet them.

At this time, Wen Shenyou had already lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage.

Wen Shenyou looked around: "Where are the people?"

The left and right responded: "The person hasn't come down yet."

Wen Shenyou: "Why is the speed so slow?"

He moved cautiously: "It's not that it's slow, but it seems that it didn't notice us."

Wen Shenyou then realized that the commotion on the mountain was not to welcome him. If it had happened before, he would have been furious, and at least he would have taught the person who had embarrassed him a lesson.

However, he had been slapped in the face so many times recently that he actually began to feel a sense of letting things take their own course.

His face twitched for a moment, then he felt relieved.

He always loses face in this place.

However, the first thing I saw when I looked up was a piece of white tied to the mountain gate.

When he lowered his head, he saw the believers running down the mountain, all of them had white cloth tied on their heads.

The Taoists were better off, all wearing simple Taoist robes, but everyone had a solemn and mournful expression. A few of the Taoist children were even waving things like soul-calling banners and soul-guiding towers.

"this?"

When Wen Shenyou saw this situation, he suddenly understood something.

The first person to come forward was Taoist Danhe. Wen Shenyou had met him before and they were considered familiar with each other.

Taoist He stepped forward and greeted him: "Greetings, Sima Wen. I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar. I hope you can forgive me."

Wen Shenyou was originally standing in the car, but after hearing this, he got out of the car and came in front of He Daoren.

Wen Shenyou: "What on earth happened?"

Taoist He sighed, his voice choked with sobs: "My Taoist master... My Taoist master..."

Wen Shenyou: "Dead?"

Wen Shenyou's voice became a little louder, but there was not much sadness in it.

Wen Shenyou reacted and was about to say his condolences, but he saw He Taoist quickly stood up and kept waving his hands.

Taoist He: "No, no, no, I'm not dead yet. The Taoist master is still here."

Wen Shenyou: "Who died?"

Taoist He: "No one is dead."

Wen Shenyou: "Then what is this for?"

Taoist He finally revealed the reason: "Send the Taoist master to the underworld."

Wen Shenyou did not respond after hearing this. He just felt his head was confused. What was going on?

There were people beating gongs and banners, and saying that the person was not dead, but was being sent to the underworld.

He is also a well-informed person, so the phrase "what a ghost" really means something to him, but it is not really this way of looking at it.

In the front hall of Yun Zhen Dao.

"Master!"

"My Taoist Master!"

"Master, you can't just leave like this!"

"Master, Master, you can't just abandon us like this!"

"Master, please take me with you. I am willing to follow you through the netherworld and the underworld, regardless of life or death!"

"The Taoist master has great powers, and can travel between the Yin and Yang worlds. He can call upon the gods from above and summon the dead souls from below. How could he really die? This time he is just going to the underworld to become a ghost immortal."

The whole yard was filled with cries and shouts. The believers were kneeling outside with white cloths on their backs. The Taoist children were waving soul-calling banners, leaving afterimages. The disciples were lying in front of the coffin, crying and wailing.

After listening to Taoist He's explanation, Wen Shenyou finally understood what Yun Zhendao was up to.

Lu Yinyang went to Jingu County to perform a ritual. He originally wanted to communicate with the gods of the community temple to ask for a way to walk between Yin and Yang, to familiarize himself with the netherworld after death in advance, and to find a way to achieve longevity that was not an ordinary way.

It’s what the disciple just shouted.

Ghost fairy?

As a result, the practice was successful at the beginning, but because he acted recklessly without prying into the status of the underworld, he was named by the ghosts and gods in the underworld.

Wen Shenyou: "What status do you want?"

Taoist He: "When I see the gods and witches summoning ghosts and gods, they always hold a magical object in their hands. I heard it is a talisman from some god or immortal."

Wen Shenyou: "I see, it seems that the talisman is the official seal and military talisman given by the gods. Taoist Lu wants to mobilize troops without the seal, which is a violation of the laws of the underworld."

Wen Shenyou felt a little lost when he thought of this, because he came here thinking about the "Yun Zhen Yin and Yang Great Dao Fasting and Prayer Divine Canon" of the Yin and Yang Taoist priest.

Now it seems that the method figured out by this old Taoist is indeed effective and not just some fake Taoist magic trick.

But it is done without formal procedures, what’s the use?
Wen Shenyou looked at He Daoren and said, "If you knew this, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Taoist He also regretted it deeply: "It was only afterward that I recalled everything that happened that I realized that the witch's every move was mysterious, but beforehand, I didn't know it either!"

Taoist He looked at the coffin and continued speaking.

"The Taoist master thought, since this is the case, dying early or late is still the same, so it's better to die with dignity."

"Choose an auspicious time, let's prepare the offerings to the ghosts and gods, summon the ghosts and gods, and just ask the ghosts and gods to show mercy and not humiliate the Taoist master too much."

"After death, it will be good to arrange a good place for the Taoist master."

In fact, in the opinion of He Daoren.

The old Yin-Yang Taoist either died while refining and taking the elixir, or died on the way to death. This ending is not good now, but it is not worse than the ending where his body remains intact for a thousand years after refining and taking the elixir.

Wen Shenyou turned his head parallel to the coffin, hunched over and looked inside the coffin, and finally saw Lu Yinyang.

Wen Shenyou has met countless people in his life, but this is the first time he has met someone like this, from this perspective.

But after taking a look, he immediately shrank back.

He bared his teeth and made a sucking sound in his throat.

"hiss?"

Inside the coffin, there was an old Taoist who had obviously taken too many pills and had poison spots on his hands and neck. He was lying quietly, and his face was not the same color as a normal person.

Before it was even buried underground, it revealed the appearance of a thousand-year-old zombie.

Wen Shenyou looked at He Daoren standing beside him and asked, "Not dead?"

Taoist He nodded: "Yes!"

Wen Shenyou said, "Why do I feel like I'm already dead?"

Taoist He shook his head repeatedly: "How can you just die so easily? The auspicious time has not yet arrived, and the offerings to the gods and ghosts have not yet been made. If you die now, it will be in vain."

Wen Shenyou leaned over again. At this moment, the old Taoist lying in the coffin opened his eyes and he also took a breath.

"Uh~"

Although he knew that the other party was not dead, the appearance of a corpse still made Wen Shenyou feel a chill on his back in the hot day.

The old Taoist stared at Wen Shenyou who was looking down at him from high above the coffin, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Sima Wen, you actually came to see me too!"

This outstretched hand had a terrifying atmosphere similar to that of the ghost waving at the riverside in the dark night, and was even three times more gloomy.

Wen Shenyou hesitated again and again, raised his hand, but still did not shake the old Taoist's hand, which looked a little strange.

"Master Lu, I'm here."

The old Taoist grabbed Wen Shenyou's hand and held it tightly like an iron clamp, making it impossible for him to pull it out.

This force made Wen Shenyou feel as if the old Taoist priest was going to drag him to the underworld.

"Master Lu, don't be impulsive."

"What are you doing? Let's talk nicely!"

Wen Shenyou was so frightened that half of his arms began to tremble.

The old Yin-Yang Taoist was deeply moved when he saw Wen Shenyou. When he was at the end of his rope, he did not expect that at this moment, Sima Wen would come all the way to see him.

Thinking of this, thousands of thoughts come to mind.

"Sima Wen, I wronged you!"

"Thinking back to the past, I always thought you had opinions about me and looked down on Lu, a country Taoist."

"I didn't expect you to come to see me at this time."

"It's true."

“A friend in need is a friend indeed!”

Having said that, the old Taoist held Wen Shenyou's hand even tighter.

Wen Shenyou tried to retreat but was unable to move. He thought to himself, didn't this Taoist priest say he was about to die? Why is his strength so strong?
Before he pulled his hand out, he heard the Taoist priest say again.

"When I get to the underworld, if I have a chance to come up, I will definitely come and talk to Sima Wen."

Now, Wen Shenyou's face changed.

His body shuddered, his bones softened, and he broke free from the Taoist's hand. Wen Shenyou didn't dare to move forward, and quickly retreated.

"That's not necessary. It's enough if the intention is there. It's enough if the intention is there."

Wen Shenyou felt that the old Taoist might have seen through his plan to steal his Yun Zhen Dao classics and was thinking of threatening and retaliating against him.

Looking at it this way, the meaning of what I just said is.

If you go too far, I will come and talk to you even after I die?
Wen Shenyou retreated, and the old Taoist called He Taoist and took out a scripture from his arms.

Yin-Yang Taoist: "I'm handing this book 'Yun Zhen Yin-Yang Dao Zhai Jiao Shen Dian' to you. This is the hard work of my life, please don't waste it."

Taoist He held the scripture and said, "Master!"

Yin Yang Taoist: "You say."

Taoist He: "Let's discuss whether we can handle our funeral outside, instead of lying in the coffin."

Yin-Yang Taoist: "Brother He, we are all mortals. We are just passing through the world outside. This coffin is our eternal home!"

Afterwards, the old Taoist called his disciples and asked them to listen to the words of He and Ao, and told them what to do if they died.

that's it.

The old Taoist priest laid down in his "eternal home" and arranged his final arrangements.

At this time, there was already crying inside the Yunzhen Dao. The Taoist children inside and outside the door who were waving the soul-calling flags waved even harder, as if snowflakes were falling from the sky.

The old Taoist was tired after talking for a long time. After taking a few deep breaths, he stared outside the coffin.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

"I I I..."

The old Taoist stared, looking left and right.

Her face became rosy as if she were reviving a last ray of light, and she seemed to be eagerly awaiting something.

Taoist He hurried over and looked at the Taoist Yin Yang.

"Master, is there anything else important you want to say?"

Lu Yinyang stretched out his hand from the coffin tremblingly. Wen Shenyou, who had already hidden far away, watched the strangely colored hand swayingly pop out of the coffin. The eyes and eyebrows on the right side of his face were squeezed together. He turned his head to the other side, not daring to look directly at it.

At this moment, he heard the dry sound coming from inside the coffin, like the creaking sound of a wooden door that had not been opened for more than ten years.

"I……"

"I……"

Wen Shenyou wished he could plug his ears. He was afraid that he would have a nightmare if he heard the sound in the middle of the night.

Although Taoist Lu was sometimes unreliable and even crazy, it was he who guided Taoist He onto this path after all, and he has always been under his protection.

Thinking of this, I can’t help but feel sad.

Taoist He burst into tears: "Is there something you can't let go of?"

Lu Yinyang became excited and suddenly started coughing. Then his arms waved like a dead tree in the water, and his fingers pointed faintly at somewhere outside.

Taoist He didn't understand what was going on and grabbed the old Taoist's hand with tears in his eyes.

"Master, Master, please explain clearly. I don't know what you mean."

At this time, the experienced disciple beside him seemed to understand something and immediately ran back into the house.

Taoist He held the old Taoist's hand tightly and continued to ask questions.

Finally, the old Taoist's coughing subsided and he struggled to sit up in shock.

"me."

"I want another one."

At this moment, the Taoist disciple had already come to the coffin holding the box.

The old Taoist quickly reached out his hand, opened the box, took out a pill, and put it into his mouth impatiently.

If you don’t take it now, you won’t be able to take it in the future.

After swallowing the pill, matters of life and death seemed to become unimportant. The old Taoist lay back in the coffin comfortably and closed his eyes.

"That's it!"

"Close the coffin."

"At night, the ghosts and gods will take away the soul of the Taoist priest. Remember to make offerings according to what the Taoist priest said."

Everyone looked at each other, and stood there for a long time without moving.

But soon, the disciples made a few gestures.

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at? Shake it up, shake it up." The soul-calling flag shook rapidly again.

"Oh, Master!" The disciples lay on the ground, crying loudly.

"Send the Taoist master to heaven." The believers outside the door also cried and shouted.

"What ascension? The Taoist master is going down." Some people could still understand what was happening.

"Send the Taoist master to the underworld." Soon, the shouts outside became like this.

This scene was too weird, Wen Shenyou didn't dare to stay any longer.
He didn't even dare to get close to the coffin, for fear that the old Taoist inside would suddenly get up and grab him again. He just bowed to Taoist He.

"In that case, I won't stay any longer."

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

After Wen Shenyou finished speaking, he walked outside. Although he had a short stature, he walked with long legs and big strides as if he was flying. He jumped over the threshold and walked out of the door, then walked faster and faster, and then left Ziyun Peak as if he was escaping.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Sima, what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with everyone in this damn place."

As Wen Shenyou was on his way back, the sky gradually darkened.

This time he did not walk along the riverside, but took the main road. Suddenly, when he arrived at the foot of a mountain, he heard a faint voice coming from afar.

A woman in white was wailing in front of the grave, scattering paper money, waving flags, and shouting.

"Go back~"

"Go back~"

Wen Shenyou lifted the curtain and listened to the miserable crying sound. Although he knew that it must be a person, he did not dare to go over.

He thought again of the crazy old Taoist in the coffin, and the dark ghost that appeared at night, waving at him and laughing.

Since the Cold Food Festival, he no longer dared to mock the talk of ghosts and gods.

It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist!

"Take a detour, take a detour."

But when he went to the other side, he heard someone scattering paper money to call the souls of the dead. This reminded Wen Shenyou of the scene where the old Taoist was called by ghosts and gods and could only wait for death, and he became more frightened.

"Again, again."

After walking around a few places, I found people offering sacrifices to their ancestors and scattering money along the road everywhere. After the Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival, the villagers nearby would do this every evening, and it has long become a custom.

However, this custom made Wen Shenyou, who was left with psychological trauma, feel very bad.

He huddled in the carriage, looking through the curtain at the increasingly dark sky, feeling extremely anxious.

"later."

"During the Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival, I would not go out after the afternoon even if you kill me."

"Who knows if the person walking on this road is a human or a ghost?"
-
Feeling groggy and confused.

The old Taoist had already accepted his fate and indulged in the drunken life after taking the elixir, but at this moment, the scenes he saw in his memory became clearer.

He seemed to be back on the top of the sacred peak, in front of the cloud wall in the Shou Palace.

He also took the pill at that time.

According to the Yin-Yang Taoism that he had studied for half his life, it was time for him to open his third eye and divine consciousness and see through Yin-Yang.

Under the wall of clouds, the wizard holds a talisman in his hand and commands the gods and ghosts of yin and yang to open the gates of heaven and earth.

Within the wall of clouds, ghosts and gods all wore helmets of various colors and wandered in the void.

"No wonder, no wonder I can't succeed!"

"I have neither the immortal talisman nor the face of a god or ghost."

"You can't ascend to heaven and become an immortal, and you can't descend to the earth and become a god."

"sad."

"Sigh."

In a dream.

The old Yin-Yang Taoist felt like he was walking alone on a long road. It was pitch black all around him, and he couldn't even see the moon in the sky.

There are evil ghosts roaming the road. They are wearing tattered clothes and have ghost masks or ghost patterns painted on their faces. It is impossible to tell whether they are male or female, or old or young.

Thunder flashed, and below them there were ghosts and gods over ten feet tall waving their hands around them, as if controlling the thunder and lightning.

Among the ghosts and gods, the old Taoist stood out like a crane among chickens.

because.

He is the only one here with nothing on his face.

As we walked, we saw the Yellow Spring River rolling down in the distance, a ferry in the distance, and a stone bridge nearby.

The old Yin-Yang Taoist walked towards the stone bridge but was stopped by a little ghost.

The little ghost claimed to be a ghost messenger and asked him.

"Who are you?"

The old Taoist calls himself the Taoist master outside, but when he comes here he speaks in a humble tone.

"My name is Lu Yinyang. After death, I became a ghost and am about to go to the underworld."

The ghost guarding the Ghost Gate laughed out loud after hearing this.

Then he pointed at the Taoist's face and spat in his face.

"You want to be a ghost even though you don't have the face of a ghost?"

"I bother!"

"You deserve it too."

Lu Yinyang couldn't even cross the bridge, let alone the gates of hell, and was driven back.
-
On Ziyun Peak.

The Taoists stayed there all night. Although there were cold winds at night, no ghosts or gods were seen and no ghosts came to take away Lu Yinyang's soul.

But this is normal. It is said that ghosts and gods have ways of hiding. As long as they don't want you to see them, you can't see them.

In the eyes of Taoist He and his group of Taoist believers, when the cold wind made the banners rustle, Lu Yinyang had already descended into the underworld.

"Its daybreak."

"Its daybreak."

"Master, you're leaving just like that!"

“Master…Master…”

Then everyone cried and prepared to lift the coffin to bury the old Taoist priest, but they did not expect to hear any movement inside.

There was pushing and shoving inside the coffin, and there were also sobbing sounds.

Everyone ran away in fear, but Taoist He was prepared and stepped forward to open the coffin lid.

In the coffin, the old Taoist stared up at the sky, as if he had died with his eyes open, with tears streaming down his face.

Taoist He had seen the old Taoist's crazy behavior, but he was not afraid.

He bowed his head and asked, "Master, why are you unwilling to go down to the underworld? Is it because you can't find the door to the underworld?"

The old Taoist burst into tears and said, "No, no, I have gone down, but the underworld won't accept me. There is no decree from heaven and no ghost appearance on earth. I can't even be a ghost!"

The old Taoist priest sat up in shock after his dying struggle, and crawled out of the coffin like a zombie out of a cage, turning his grief and anger into courage.

"This little ghost from the underworld has gone too far. I will never forgive you."

"Wait for me to fix it, and I will make you pay after I go down."

Taoist He and his group of Taoist believers looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering where this little ghost from the underworld came from. They wondered whether the Taoist had really seen it or just dreamed about it.

(End of this chapter)