The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 106

“Died from Qigong Deviation …?” The guard repeated his words slowly, then snorted, “You’re a Daoist?”

“Yes.”

“A Daoist coming here at such a young age. You’re being wrongly accused.”

The guard put on a fake smile. There were many people in the mortal world who were not intelligent and could not form good karma. When they mocked Daoists, it was as if the grapes were sour because they could not eat them.

“I think there’s something wrong with your soul. It’s not pure.”

Master Huaizui had placed a spell on Mo Ran’s body so that he could hide his aura and interact with spirits. That was why the guard could not see through him. However, he still felt uncomfortable, so he sat down and crossed his legs. He took out a black ruler from the drawer.

“The Ruler of Measure of Guilt.” He said proudly. Although he did not know why he was so proud, since the ruler was not his, the lower the rank of an official, the more he liked to show off. The guard slammed the ruler on the table and stared at Mo Ran. “Give me your hand. Let me test your karma in the mortal world.”

Mo Ran was speechless.

My karma in the mortal world?

Would he be directly sent to the Great God Yan Luo and crushed into pieces after the test?

However, he had nowhere to run in front of so many people. He could only sigh. He held the lamp in one hand and extended the other.

The guard pressed the ruler against his pulse. Almost as soon as he touched it, the Ruler of Measure of Guilt shrieked. Blood flowed out of the black ruler, accompanied by the cries of thousands of people.

“I can’t die in peace …”

“Mo Weiyu, you’ll never be reincarnated!!”

“Father! Mother!! You bastard, why!! Why!!! ”

“Don’t kill me … I beg you, don’t kill me —”

Mo Ran pulled his hand back. His face was as white as a sheet.

The group of ghosts looked at him. The guard’s gaze was especially obscure. He stared at Mo Ran like a tiger. After a while, he lowered his head to look at the ruler.

The red light on the ruler disappeared. The blood seemed to have flowed to somewhere else. The table was clean. Only a line of words appeared on the ruler’s body.

— —

Unpardonable crime, escorted to …

Which level of hell?

Because Mo Ran didn’t wait for the Ruler of Measure to finish measuring before he stopped. It wasn’t finished yet.

The guard suddenly grabbed his arm and stared at him fiercely and viciously. He was like a hunter who had finally caught a rare bird after being bored for a long time. His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed with a strange light. More than half of his intestines had spilled out, but this time, he didn’t even bother to stuff them back in.

“Don’t move. Test me again.”

He was impatient and greedy, almost like he was asking for credit from the King of Hell.

His Ghost Claw gripped Mo Ran’s wrist and pulled him over. He then stabbed the Ruler of Guilt into Mo Ran’s flesh like a madman.

If he could capture a ghost that could descend to the eighteenth level of hell, it would be a great contribution. He would be able to rise by at least three levels, and would no longer need to stand at the city gate and record every single strand of soul that came and went.

“Test! Do it properly! ”

The Convicting Ruler lit up again.

Blood still flowed, and cries filled the air.

The people Mo Ran had killed, the sins he had committed, seemed to be squeezed into this small black ruler. The soaring resentment almost broke the ruler.

“So hateful … …”

“Mo Weiyu, I won’t let you go even if I die … …”

Mo Ran’s expression became more and more unsightly. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. It was unknown what color was in his eyes.

“You have no conscience!! You’ve turned the human world into purgatory! ”

“I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!”

“Ahhhhh — —!”

They cried, howled, cursed, and resented.

Suddenly, a weak sigh could be heard among all the voices.

“I’m sorry, Mo Ran. It’s Master’s fault … …”

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes. They were filled with grief.

He heard the voice of his previous life’s Chu Wanning. It was so soft, so sorrowful, but it was like a sharp knife piercing into his skull, almost splitting his soul.

The voices gradually weakened, and the Ruler of Condemnation returned to normal.

A line of small words appeared on it again:

Unpardonable crime, escorted to … …

This time, Mo Ran didn’t move his hand away, but the line of words still wasn’t finished!

The guard was stunned. He patted the black ruler. “Is it broken?”

Unexpectedly, the black ruler trembled slightly. After a while, the line of words disappeared on its own. A thin strand of fairy energy floated on the surface of the ruler, shining brightly.

This time, there was no crying coming from the ruler. Instead, it was like a hundred birds worshiping the phoenix. The delicate sound entered the clouds, as if the music of the Nine Heavens had descended to the underworld. All the demons seemed to be intoxicated. Even the guard couldn’t help but be entranced.

When the fairy music stopped, the guard suddenly came back to his senses.

When he looked again, the Ruler of Condemnation had written six large words — —

Ordinary soul, doable.

The guard cried out, “That’s impossible!”

Wasn’t it unpardonable crime just now? How come it’s an ordinary soul?

He couldn’t accept it. He took the ruler to measure it many times, but the result was the same every time. First, it was a scream, then it was a good song. In the end, without exception, it was written that it was an ordinary soul, doable.

The guard was extremely disappointed. He had no reason to stop an ordinary soul from entering the underworld.

He began to fiercely stuff his intestines again. As he did so, he said, “Hey, I think you really did die of Qigong Deviation.”

Mo Ran was also quite surprised. He didn’t know why. He thought for a while and guessed that it was probably Master Huaizui’s talisman that confused the ruler. He was slightly relieved.

“Get lost. Take the Body Identification Sticker. You’ve wasted my time. Hurry up and get lost!”

“… …” Mo Ran couldn’t ask for more. Just as he was about to leave with the Soul-Guiding Lamp, the guard’s eyes suddenly lit up. He shouted loudly to stop him — —

“Stop!”

Mo Ran’s heart was beating fast, but his face was still calm. He said helplessly, “What’s wrong?”

The guard raised his chin. “What are you holding in your arms?”

“Oh, this … …” Mo Ran rubbed the soul lamp. Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. He smiled and said, “It’s my burial gift.”

“Burial gift?”

“Yes, it’s an artifact.”

“Heh. Interesting. “The guard pointed at the table, his eyes flashing.” Put your burial gift here and measure it again. I’m afraid your artifact has confused the Ruler of Measuring Sins. ”

“… …”

Mo Ran had already cursed this bastard in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He could only put down the soul lamp and anxiously extend his wrist again.

The guard seemed to have a card up his sleeve. He couldn’t wait to press the ruler again.

… …

The result was the same.

The same six words were clearly written: Ordinary soul, doable.

Not to mention the guard, even Mo Ran didn’t know what to do. But after this test, the guard finally gave up completely. He was too lazy to wave his hand and let him in.

Mo Ran didn’t dare to stay for long. He carried the soul lamp and walked through the long corridor. The light changed when he reached the end.

The World of Spirits and Souls opened up in front of him.

This was the first layer of hell. At first glance, he couldn’t see the end. The sky was scarlet, like a burning sunset. Strange vines and strange trees rose from the ground. Rugged roof tiles were near, and palaces were in the distance. At the entrance was a huge rock that reached the sky. On it was written: “Your skin returns to the dust, your soul returns to Nanke Village.” Beside it stood a majestic red painted archway. The words “Nanke Village” were painted with golden water. Everyone was as tall as an adult male.

So the first layer of hell was called Nanke Village. If there was nothing wrong with the dead, they would temporarily stay here for eight to ten years, waiting for the judge to summon them. Then, they would go to the second layer for judgment.

Mo Ran carried the soul lamp and looked around as he walked.

At first glance, the layout was not much different from the human world. There were streets, houses, and houses. There were a total of eighteen streets, nine horizontal and nine vertical. Ghost men, ghost women, and ghost children walked around, laughing and crying. It was like a group of demons dancing, a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

In the east, a woman who had just passed away was sobbing, “What should I do? What should I do? It’s said that a woman who remarries will be cut in half. Her head and legs will belong to the two dead men. Is this true? Who can tell me if this is true? ”

Beside her, there was also a girl with messy hair who was wiping her tears, “If I didn’t want to be a member of the secret door, I really couldn’t afford to live. Before I died, I went to the local temple to donate a threshold. I wanted to be stepped on by thousands and thousands of people to atone for my sins. But the village chief insisted that I had to pay him four hundred taels of gold before he would allow me to change the threshold. If I had that much money, why would I bother to be a prostitute … ”

In the west, there was also a man counting, “Four hundred and one days, four hundred and two days, four hundred and three days … We agreed that if I left, she would leave. We would die together for love. How come I’ve been here for four hundred and four days and she still hasn’t come down with me? Ay, she’s so weak. Could it be that she lost her way on the road to the Yellow Springs? If she really lost her way, what should I do? ”

The newly dead ghosts gathered in groups of three to five at the entrance of Nanke Village. They were still unwilling to give up and were pacing back and forth.

But further ahead, they were all old ghosts who had already regained their soul and accepted their fate.

They were much calmer and more composed. Some of them had their own business and were spending their days in poverty. They endured the long wait for the judgment.

When they reached the third street, they could see the bustling streets.

In the end, they were all ghosts who had not broken their flesh and bones. Before drinking Meng Po’s soup, they were still unable to distinguish between human and ghost. In life, they were from the Pear Garden and were still performing acrobatics on the streets. In life, they were embroiderers. In death, they were still weaving clothes from the clouds of hell. The butchers did not dare to kill anymore, but they could still make a living by sharpening knives and cutting scissors.

The sounds of hawking and cheering rose and fell one after another. It was bustling with activity.

Mo Ran walked in front of a ghost who was selling calligraphy and paintings. That ghost probably did not sell a single painting in his life and starved to death. Because of this, his face was yellow and emaciated. His cheekbones were high and his ribs were sunken.

Seeing someone sitting in front of his stall, the thin scholar raised his dim eyes. His expression was fervent, “Young master, do you want to buy a painting?”

“I want you to draw a portrait for me.”

The scholar seemed to be somewhat regretful, “Compared to landscape, a portrait always lacks artistic conception. Look at this painting of Mount Tai …”

Mo Ran said, “I don’t like landscape paintings. I’ll have to trouble you to draw a portrait for me.”

“You don’t like landscape?” The scholar looked at him and was not very happy, “Benevolent people like mountains, wise people like water. Young master is young, it’s time for you to cultivate your mind and smell more of the fragrance of painting. Originally, I was reluctant to sell this painting of Mount Tai, but since you came to my stall to ask, I think you’re not completely without wisdom. How about this, I’ll give you a cheaper price … ”

“I want to draw a portrait.”

The scholar, “…”

The two of them looked at each other. The scholar was not his opponent. After a while, he was scared. But after being scared, he was quite angry. There seemed to be some anger on his ghost face.

“I don’t draw people. If I want to draw, I’ll pay ten times the price. ”

Mo Ran said, “You also need money in the ghost world?”

“Family and friends always send paper money,” the scholar said coldly. “Money can make ghosts turn millstones. Although I don’t like to be stained with the smell of money, a gentleman loves money and takes it in a proper way. You and I are neither relatives nor friends, and we don’t know each other. Why should I trouble you for no reason? ”

He talked a lot, but Mo Ran, who did not study much, was troubled. He frowned and said, “I just came, no one is burning money for me.”

The scholar said, “I’m not selling without money.”

Mo Ran thought for a while and came up with an idea. He pointed to the painting of Mount Tai and said, “Fine, I won’t sell it. But I have nothing to do, can I listen to you talk about this painting? ”

The scholar was stunned, and his anger turned to joy, “You want to listen to this?”

Mo Ran nodded, “I don’t have to pay to listen to you talk about knowledge, right?”

“No need.” The scholar was very proud, and there was a funny and pitiful light on his face, “Knowledge is not about money, money is dirty. The affairs of a scholar should not be tainted with that kind of vulgarity. ”

Mo Ran nodded again, and thought that he now knew why the little bookworm starved to death. Although he found it funny, he could not bear to see it. It was a pity that he did not have enough money, otherwise he would have given him some money.

The scholar excitedly took the framed painting from the shelf and set it up. He cleared his throat, which did not need to be cleared, and said nervously and proudly, “Then I’ll begin.”

Seeing that the little bookworm had taken the bait, Mo Ran smiled and said, “Please enlighten me.”