In three days, the black clouds hovering over Tiesha Mountain dispersed, and the entire Tiesha Mountain returned to normal.
The moment I walked out of the cave, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Tiesha Mountain had indeed transformed into what I expected, becoming an existence like Fengdu City.
The so-called four major families of Hu, Huang, Chang and Mang were treated like monkeys.
For three hundred and eighty years, Grandma Hei was right under their noses, moving like ants, transforming the entire Tiesha Mountain into what it is today.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
The air was normal.
It's also very refreshing, I don't feel any yin at all.
Three middle-aged men in Tang suits held me hostage in the middle and walked down the mountain.
The three of them looked about forty years old, and they had a special aura of death on their bodies, which was the aura they acquired from frequent dealings with corpses.
When the three of them came, Grandma Hei was very polite, and the Taoist priests on the mountain also treated them with courtesy.
The status of the three of them was not low, and with their status, they didn't need to deal with corpses at all.
I am very curious about their status and positions in the Palace of Hell, but it is a pity.
Except for a few words they said when they met Grandma Hei, the three of them never said a word to me, and there was no communication between them.
On the way down the mountain to the car, they lit a special incense in the car and I was knocked unconscious again.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a basement.
The basement was very large, or it could be called an underground palace.
The floor is paved with blue-gray marble, and each piece of marble has a paragraph of text engraved on it.
I looked around.
There was no one around, and there weren't too many decorations.
Apart from the nine cylindrical pillars, the only living person in the hall was me.
The top is an arc-shaped dome, and there are also passages of text engraved on it.
I read one passage carefully and found that the words on it are all traditional Chinese characters, or Xiaozhuan is more appropriate.
I don't know many of them.
Even though I was still guessing, I figured out what these passages were.
They were diaries.
The words on each piece of marble record a person's past, and they are the same person.
The ages range from distant to recent, at least in what I observed, the farthest is the Yuan Dynasty.
After reading it for half an hour, it was a bit strenuous.
There were too many things I didn’t know, and it was boring and irregular.
Some of the things I remembered were very small things, such as what to eat and what to drink.
Standing up straight, I looked around again and shouted: "Is there anyone there?"
There was no response but my echo.
I'm very curious, what the hell is the Palace of Hell doing?
It's wasted so much effort to get me here, but in the end it didn't show anything, just let me see this.
The entrance door is a stone door.
I tried to push it, but it couldn't be pushed at all, and I didn't see any mechanism.
Ma Junyao disappeared.
The little girl who had been sleeping peacefully in the talisman was also gone, and even the gold was gone.
I know very well how close the connection between me and gold is, and how they were able to perfectly peel the gold from my heart.
Out of boredom, I walked around the hall and began to measure the size.
Starting from the bottom corner to the opposite side, I walked a total of thirty-eight steps, which means it is nearly forty meters wide.
The length is nearly twice the width, and I walked seventy steps, which means nearly seventy meters.
Such a big hall.
There is no decoration at all.
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I really can’t figure out what the purpose of this place is.
"This is the other side" Just as I was thinking about it, the originally closed stone door opened quietly, and a gentle voice sounded behind me.
I turned around suddenly and someone finally appeared.
The moment I saw the person coming.
I was in a trance.
He was wearing a wide robe with long sleeves, and a Confucian crown on his head.
His long black hair was raised and formed into a bun.
The Confucian crown just covered the bun.
His face was square and serious, and he smiled at me, which made me feel like a spring breeze.
The two somewhat opposing styles of seriousness and elegance were perfectly combined in him.
"Who are you?"
I was stunned for a while and then asked.
"I am the Lord of the Palace of Hell that you have been looking for, Dongfang Mubai."
He stared at me, with something called fiery spitting out of his eyes.
I was a little chilled by his stare.
If he was a woman, I would feel very lucky, but a man looked at me with such eyes, and I got goosebumps all over my body.
Maybe he noticed something strange about me, so he withdrew his fiery gaze.
He just looked at me like a normal person.
"Oriental Mubai" I repeated his name, but there was no impression in my memory.
"What are you planning to do by bringing me here?"
I looked at Dongfang Mubai, still unable to understand his intention.
He ignored me and strolled through the hall, stroking a stone pillar.
He said softly: "The other shore refers to the place of immortality in Sanskrit.
Buddhism believes that the other shore is the place where you can escape from the troubles of the world and achieve positive results."
I looked at him confused, not understanding what he was saying.
"This is my other shore.
It carries my thousands of years of memories.
Every stone here is a piece of my past experience.
This is my immortal other shore."
Dongfang Mubai explained the meaning of Bian'an in a nihilistic tone, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life.
"These words record your past."
I can't believe it.
There are hundreds of marbles in the hall, as well as nine stone pillars, plus the words engraved on the dome.
I can't even count how many there are.
What’s more, these characters are all engraved in the form of Xiaozhuan.
As far as I know, Xiaozhuan is also called Qin Zhuan.
It was written by Prime Minister Li Si after Qin Shihuang unified China and implemented the policy of “writing with the same text and carriage with the same track”.
Created based on the original text.
Xiaozhuan did not withdraw from the stage of history until the end of the Western Han Dynasty and was replaced by the official script.
From the end of the Western Han Dynasty to the present, it has a history of nearly two thousand years.
Dongfang Mubai used Xiao Zhuan to record his life.
Does that mean that he used Xiao Zhuan because he lived in that era?
If he was really born in that era, he would be more than a thousand years old by now.
Can anyone in this world really live for such a long time?
If true, then he will live longer than the oldest black grandma.
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"Don't worry, I just like Xiaozhuan.
I'm not as old as you think."
Dongfang Mubai seemed to have guessed what I was thinking and said with a smile.
"What do you want to do by bringing me here?"
Seeing his calm expression, I couldn't hold it in any longer and asked in a deep voice.
"Don't worry" Dongfang Mubai waved his sleeves, walked in the hall, and began to introduce to me the origin of each piece of marble.
After listening to him talk for more than half an hour, he still didn't get to the point.
I felt a little bored, and there was a fire in my heart that I couldn't suppress.
"enough" Finally, I couldn't help it anymore and shouted, "I don't want to hear about your past at all.
If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."
"Ruohan, little sister, Ma Junyao, and Jin Zi, where are they?
What do you want from me?"
I was really tired of him telling me about the things that existed and didn’t exist, and I don’t know why, if he didn’t introduce the origin of the marble once, bloody faces would appear in my mind.
Dongfang Mubai paused, still remaining elegant.
He was not angry at all.
Instead, he comforted me and said, "As cultivators of our generation, we are most afraid of being impatient.
It has been 410 years since I said goodbye to you in Zhuxi.
It's a pity that things have changed and people have changed."
"I am not the person you remember.
I am me and have nothing to do with him.
Don't see me confused with him."
I don't understand why everyone says that I am from a previous life.
My previous life has long since disappeared.
He has no intention of continuing to entangle his grudges.
He just wants to dissipate and be free.
We are two completely different people.
Ma Junyao likes me, but he only likes that previous life, not me; Zhang Shoudeng wants to persuade me to surrender, but he also persuades his senior brother from the previous life, not me.
I'm just an ordinary person who knows a little magic, understands some knowledge of yin and yang mathematics, and wants to live an ordinary life.
I don't want to bear things that I shouldn't bear.
I don’t want to implicate unrelated people because of me, such as Dachun and Sister Pomegranate.
But everything didn't go as planned.
I really couldn't figure out what was on my body that made them keep pounced on me.
All nine ghost cities in the Palace of Hell have been transformed, and what is left is to advance the transformation step by step, turning the nine ghost cities into hundreds or thousands.
I really can't figure out what they are going to do, especially Dongfang Mubai, who calls himself the master of the Palace of Hell.
Ever since he came in, he has been buzzing in my ears, talking useless nonsense, and what he said has nothing to do with ghost towns.
"Are you feeling impatient?"
Dongfang Mubai asked with a smile, and before I could answer, he continued: "I was just like you when I was reincarnated.
I was also confused and didn't understand the meaning of my existence.
Could it be that I was just repeating my previous life?
Are you entangled in the cause and effect of the past?"
Having said this.
The vicissitudes of life in his eyes were more obvious, with helplessness, sadness, and more of a sense of ambition.
"So you want to completely transform the entire world into ghosts to prove your existence?"
I questioned.
He shook his head, and a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes, as if he had recalled something.
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However, the warmth disappeared in a flash and turned into warmth again, which made me wonder if I had seen it wrong.
"Yes and no" He answered with a smile, then took a step closer to me, held my shoulders and said: "My other shore has been found, where is your other shore?"
His eyes stared at me, and the heat that had disappeared reappeared.
In addition to the heat, there was also an unconcealable desire.
In addition to these, I also saw a deep sadness and overwhelming hatred in the depths of his eyes.
It's just that I don't know whether the overwhelming hatred is directed at me or others.
"What other shore" After a moment of silence, I couldn't stand his gaze anymore and asked
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