Twelve o'clock in Tiangong

The underworld of the ghost world, the jurisdiction of the gods, is not a god!

Five ghosts and gods in the underworld of ghosts: King Yama, Judge Cui, Impermanence in Black and White, and Po Meng.Between ghosts and gods, possesses the power of ghosts and gods, but is governed by gods who are left behind, and is the lowest official in the three realms.

Yama, the king of the underworld.Black-haired and white-clothed, hair color like black ink is as long as knees.The beauty that can't be matched by the heaven, the demon world, and the human world makes the heaven and the earth eclipse. He is the head of the five ghosts and gods of the underworld, and he is the king of the underworld.

Cui Yu, judge Cui, holds the book of life and death on the left, and the soul-hunting pen on the right. He is one of the five ghosts and gods.Cui Yu was reborn during the Tang Dynasty, but had to be reborn due to a hidden disease.No one knows where his illness came from, or where he came from.He is the judge of the underworld and one of the five ghosts and gods of the underworld.

Black and white are impermanent, their faces are exactly the same, but one is black and the other white, one has black hair and black eyes and the other has white hair and silver eyes.They are like day and night, like Tai Chi gossip.The guide, guardian, and transitioner of the soul of the world.One of the five ghosts and gods in the underworld.

Meng Po, a strange woman in the world was found by King Yan Luo.On that day, the lonely and wild ghost woman lost her mind in the rain and let the wind and rain beat her. King Yan Luo stretched out her hand to her and said:

"I am King Yama, are you willing to go to the underworld with me?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and reached out to hold King Yama's hand. For a moment, she was in the same posture, but it was no longer in the human world, but on the side of the Naihe bridge in the underworld.King Yama gently pulled the woman up:

"Let me give you a name, Po Meng. How about it?"

"Yeah." The woman replied lightly.

So he was given the name of the surname and stayed in the underworld to become one of the five ghosts and gods of the underworld. He was born to erase the memory of the previous life for the soul of the deceased.

In the underworld of ghosts, the cold moon, which never sets, hangs over the underworld, dimly illuminating the entire bleak underworld, and those wandering ghosts are led by the little ghost to the bank of Naihe Bridge.How big is this hell?

Cui Yu said: Boundless.

I don't believe what Cui Yu said, Bai Wuchang willfully pulls Hei Wuchang to walk with him, and there is no end to walking.When he ran back again, he asked Cui Yu why he knew.

Cui Yu replied: Because this is the heart of King Yama.

Bai Wuchang didn't understand, if this hell is in the heart of King Yama, then aren't they in King Yama's heart?Isn't it true that all the ghosts are in Yama's heart?

However, this hell is really cold and full of inexplicable sadness.Is Yama's heart sad and cold?Bai Wuchang went to ask Yan Luo Wang, Yan Luo Wang smiled softly and said: Cui Yu is lying to you.

Bai Wuchang was anxious, but Hei Wuchang frowned.But Meng Po looked at the wasteland on the lower reaches of the Nai River, and the desolate wasteland was still boundless.

After Miss Gao voted for Naihe, Bai Wuchang often blamed himself, he knew that Miss Gao must have remembered who Marshal Tianfeng was because of his reminder.Seeing Marshal Tianfeng turned into a tree to guard Miss Gao for several lifetimes, but hurt Miss Gao because of his own words, Bai Wuchang burst into tears.

Hei Wuchang pressed Bai Wuchang's head into his chest, and Bai Wuchang's tears wet Hei Wuchang's black clothes.Hei Wuchang comforted:

"I don't blame you, their fate is over. Miss Gao doesn't want Marshal Tianfeng to be obsessed with it. In this way, if she releases herself, she also releases Marshal Tianfeng. Moreover, it is impossible for them to be together forever."

This time, if I let you go, I also let myself go.

Marshal Tianfeng returned to Tiangong, exhausted all over.Throwing the things brought from the world to Nezha, he locked himself in the bedroom without going out.Nezha didn't know what happened, he only knew that Marshal Tianfeng needed to be quiet.

Nezha drank wine drearily on the Seventh Heavenly Palace, looking at the Heavenly Palace full of auspicious clouds, he felt illusory, but when he looked up, he saw a universe full of stars, which was so big and boundless.

Nezha poured the wine from the Seventh Heaven Palace onto the Erlang God Yang Jian passing by in the Heaven Palace. Erlang God Yang Jian raised his head and met the eyes of the distant boy, who smiled provocatively.Yang Jian, who was as indifferent as before, left without paying attention to the young man above the Seventh Heavenly Palace.

"This Yang Jian is still so indifferent." Nezha lay down and said to the boundless night sky and stars.

"I really want to go back to the world..."

Closing his eyes, the boy thought of the ten years he had lived in the world...

In the world, during the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Sanzang sent by Tang Taizong Li Shimin went to the west to obtain the scriptures and amnesty the world. The Tang Dynasty also entered its heyday because of Li Shimin, and people from distant countries continued to come and go to the Tang Dynasty.Dongying's professment to the Tang Dynasty brought many studies of the Tang Dynasty to the past.

In the prosperous Chang'an city, singing and dancing sublimated day and night, and the scholar on the street made a living selling calligraphy and painting.That person is Cui Yu, the magistrate of the underworld.Cui Yu's good calligraphy and painting has won the praise of many merchants and officials, but Cui Yu's hands are entangled by the white silk, and it seems that there is some hidden disease.Once asked by the official lady, Cui Yu only said: If this hand removes the white silk, it will not be able to draw good pictures or write good characters.

Cui Yu, who was born as a human being, can't write the book of life and death with the ecstasy pen, but he can turn ordinary paintings into living paintings, and the painted flowers, plants, birds, beasts and beauties will all run out of the scrolls, in order to restore those paintings to life. Cui Yu spent a lot of effort chasing the people, birds and beasts running out of the painting, fearing that someone with a heart would take advantage of them.In the end, they chased those things back and took them back into the painting and burned them.Since then, Cui Yu has wrapped his hands around the painting, which is a "dead painting" instead of a "living painting".

The lady of the official family invited Cui Yu to be her husband in the mansion, but Cui Yu refused:

Not for fame or money, just be an individual visitor in the world of mortals.

The official lady had no choice but to give up.

Not long after, Cui Yu disappeared in Chang'an City, and everyone thought he was traveling around the world.

Cui Yu returned to the underworld and sighed:

"30 years in this world is really short, and I returned to this hell in the blink of an eye."

"It seems that you are nostalgic for that world." Hei Wuchang said in a cold voice.

"No, although this woman in this world is beautiful, she is not as beautiful as Yan Luowang, Bai Wuchang and Meng Po." Cui Yu winked at Yan Baiwuchang.Bai Wuchang laughed and was very happy, but Yan Luowang still smiled gently.Hei Wuchang's handsome face darkened completely after hearing Cui Yu's words.Hei Wuchang really wants to slap that idiot Bai Wuchang on the head because he has the same face but is always compared.Of course, Hei Wuchang really did this.

"Ouch! What did you hit me for?" Bai Wuchang was so painful that tears rolled in his silver eyes.

"Because I want to fight." Hei Wuchang felt relieved all of a sudden, while Granny Meng covered her mouth and smiled.

"Hei Wuchang! I won't talk to you anymore!" Bai Wuchang yelled angrily and disappeared into the underworld.

"Hmph!" Hei Wuchang snorted coldly.

"Oh, if you don't apologize, be careful that he will do something out of line." Cui Yu said sarcastic remarks at the side, watching the two brothers quarrel with a cup of good tea.Seeing the culprit, Hei Wuchang was so angry that his veins throbbed.For many years, this person always took pleasure in teasing himself, Hei Wuchang really wanted to kill him.But he still couldn't beat Cui Yu.

"An outrageous thing? Isn't Master Cui taking care of this?" Hei Wuchang sneered and left.Cui Yu's face collapsed after hearing Hei Wuchang's words, when did Hei Wuchang learn to be smart?He actually knew how to let himself clean up the mess.Looks like someone has learned to be smart in these absent days.It seemed that it would be really difficult to tease him easily in the future.

"Cui Yu, if you don't make Hei Wuchang angry, you won't be comfortable for a day." Meng Po said.

"Indeed, I'm used to it. If I don't do this, I won't feel comfortable." Cui Yu admitted.

"Be careful that Hei Wuchang will really chop you with a sword." Meng Po laughed.

"Without Bai Wuchang, he really couldn't hit me." Cui Yu said leisurely.

"Oh, by the way, during your absence, those are what you should do." Granny Meng pointed to the first few piles of documents in the hall.

Cui Yu saw that the tea was sprayed out.

"That...is for me?" Cui Yu asked uncertainly.

"Indeed, work hard, Master Cui, I'm leaving first." Granny Meng disappeared with a smile.

"Alas—that King Yama—" Cui Yu turned around and shouted, only to find that King Yama had long since disappeared.

"Damn it! You old foxes!" Cui Yu cursed.As soon as he came back, he found that his affairs were piled up, and Cui Yu's good mood disappeared without a trace.Resignedly put his head down and press the front button to deal with his own affairs.

After dealing with all the matters day and night, it is no longer known when it will be, and Cui Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.At that time, the world had already changed dramatically.The sudden intrusion of Bai Wuchang startled Cui Yu.

Na Bai Wuchang told Cui Yu with tears streaming down his face that he had made a big mistake.

"It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, Miss Gao wouldn't have been thrown into Nai River for eternal life."

"Miss Gao? Which Miss Gao?" Cui Yu asked Hei Wuchang.

"Gao Cuilan." Hei Wuchang said.

"It's her." Cui Yu found Ms. Gao's life documents from the pile of documents, and then checked her own life and death book, and said to Bai Wuchang:

"This is her life, you don't need to be sad."

"If I hadn't mentioned that Marshal Tianfeng is Zhu Bajie, then Miss Gao would definitely not have thrown herself into Naihe." Bai Wuchang said sadly.

"Even if you don't mention it, Ms. Gao can guess who Marshal Feng was that day in two reincarnations, and then she will also throw herself into the river. So you don't have to blame yourself for this." Cui Yu comforted.

"Miss Gao... really pitiful..." Bai Wuchang thought of the trembling Miss Gao and her tears, the eyes of despair and relief made him feel uncomfortable.

"She is free. If she is like this forever, she will not be happy, because she fell in love with Marshal Tianfeng. Marshal Tianfeng is Marshal Tiangong and will never have any entanglements with women in the world again." Hei Wuchang knew what Bai Wuchang felt in his heart. Think, every move of Bai Wuchang directly affects Hei Wuchang's heart.

Although they are twins, they have completely different personalities.

He is obviously such a kind and pure person, but he has to face the "evil" of all things in the world.

This is the cruelest thing for him.

It took a long time for Bai Wuchang to calm down his sad heart. He knew that as one of the five ghosts and gods in the underworld, he should not have any feelings, but Hei Wuchang often said to him:

"This is not a heavenly palace. If you are ruthless, this hell will be even colder, and the lonely souls who travel to and from the hell will be even sadder."

The Heavenly Palace is merciless, but the Underworld is merciless.Bai Wuchang is not as good as Hei Wuchang, who can see through everything in the world, and is not as cold and hard-hearted as Hei Wuchang.

Perhaps it was this kind of heart that kept the underworld from freezing.

When there is nothing to do, Cui Yu will look at King Yama who is lying on the couch reading a book, at Po Meng who is making soup, and at the black and white impermanence.Looking at them and thinking about the future, I have no regrets now.

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