Well of Mystery

The night is crimson, as if coated with a layer of impatiens juice.There are no stars or moon in the sky, only the huge charm is emitting golden light.

On the wilderness under the night, a red-haired ghost messenger is shaking a copper bell with his left hand and holding a white flag with his right hand, followed by a string of ragged ghosts.

The jingling of copper bells and the sound of shackles are the constant scenery on this long road for thousands of years.

It’s almost time to go to Xi’an Wangtai. There are 99 rooms on the platform, and each room has the same function—you can’t remember the people and things in Yangshili after you drink Mengpo soup in it. .

After passing the Jiwangtai, there is the rolling Nai River, and there is only a small bridge on the river.

On the other side of the bridge is the afterlife.

The ghosts stood staggeringly on the stage of Xie Wang.The leading ghost messenger pointed at the east with a paper banner: "One last look, and then forget about it."

The ghosts slowly raised their heads.

There was a large piece of bellflower in full bloom on the wasteland.The five petals are like stars, meandering out of the trajectory of the Milky Way.The flowers sway, driving the river of stars to turn; between gathering and parting, some illusions are reflected in the "river of stars".

Those are mountains and rivers, towns and streets, courtyards and pavilions...

The ghosts were all stunned.

In this silence, there was another flute sound coming from the sea of ​​flowers, sometimes melodious and sometimes low.

The ghosts were so fascinated by this that they even had tears in their eyes.And after the tears fell from the cheeks, they turned into a drizzle and flew towards the flower field.

The ghost guard stood at the back and watched, and after about a cup of tea, he shook the copper bell again.

"It's time to hit the road."

The bell tongue shakes, resounding through the heavens and the earth.So the ghosts turned their heads one by one, and disappeared deep into the dark palace of Jiwangtai.

At this time, the sound of the flute also stopped, and instead a series of brisk footsteps came to the side of the ghost messenger.

It was a young man in purple, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a clever smile on his eyes and eyebrows, holding a flute in his hand, which turned out to be made of white bones.

The ghost messenger was not surprised to see him, but sighed: "I still don't know why they are crying because of your flute."

The young man in purple said: "That's because you no longer remember the feeling of being alive. But they died too late, and those people and things they cherished are all forgotten now, and they are reluctant."

"Then do you remember? The people and things you cherish." The ghost messenger put down the paper streamers and copper bells, "After all, you have been dead for 60 years. Can not remember."

The young man in purple laughed.

"Of course I remember. After all, compared to 60 years of rich life in the world, playing flute for 60 years by the river and planting flowers for 60 years, there are not so many things to remember."

It's obviously not the first time a conversation like this has taken place.In the past, the ghost messenger would always return a sneer, but this time he was silent instead.

"You have something to say." The purple-clothed youth narrowed his eyes: "Is that what I want to hear?"

"Earlier, there was news from the other side of the world that the Zhang Wang you had been thinking about had passed away. Zhang Kingdom is completely untouched, it is very spectacular."

"...The day has finally come. He really lived a long life." The dark wind blew the sleeves of the young man in purple, "So I will see an old man with gray hair and five long beards?"

"I'm afraid I can't see it. His name is not in the book of life and death."

The young man in purple finally froze.

"what do you mean……"

"But any real dragon emperor will not enter reincarnation after death. King Zhang will directly ascend to immortality and return to the place where he should be."

"skyline?"

The young man in purple looked up at the dark night sky.That is a farther distance than the world.

"I'm really not reconciled. I waited 60 years for this result."

The ghost messenger said: "You can continue to stay here to practice, and after hundreds of years, you will become a ghost fairy body. After the catastrophe, you may have a chance to meet him again."

"Sounds really troublesome." The young man in purple seemed to disapprove: "Forget it, you have to spend so much trouble just to say such a sentence, it's not worth it, it's really not worth it."

"You have waited for 60 years, so is it worth it?" The ghost messenger asked again: "I have never asked for so many years. Su Zi, what do you want to say to that person?"

"Actually, I forgot too."

Su Zi laughed again.

"It's been 60 years. In fact, I have forgotten many things. For example, I forgot why I stayed and waited for him in the first place."

After saying this sentence, he put the bone flute back into his waist and walked towards the Yun Wangtai.

"I haven't eaten for 60 years, and I've long been hungry to see them eating soup."

He waved at the ghost messenger: "I will leave those flowers to you to take care of. I hope that next time I come, they will bloom better than now."

"I'm afraid there won't be a next time."

The ghost messenger also picked up his paper streamer and copper bell again.

"I'm here to take you away. Those who don't have a name in the book of life and death cannot stay in the underworld."