Chapter 2, Fushui Hall
There is some difference. "Dad doesn't know what to remember, a layer of soft radiance envelops his smile." Do I hope you see it, or do I not hope you see it? I myself do not understand... There are still 10 seconds until the door of ethereal beauty opens. Let's count down to the door of fate.
Hong Qu was utterly taken aback by his unscrupulous suggestion, momentarily stunned, and immediately replied: "No!"
This is a fateful entanglement. The King of Hell closed his eyes and said, "It is also commonly referred to as a love triangle..."
Aside from her father, the only ones worried about her changes are those shadowless beings who enjoy greeting others—saying they like to greet others is no exaggeration. Hongqu has personally witnessed them enthusiastically saying "Hello!" to people they cannot even see, asking, "How have you been lately?" "Are you still secretly in love with that second-grade girl?" "We haven't seen you on the playground practicing your speech in a while; we really miss you!" "The ghost story you told in the dorm last night was quite entertaining! We plan to adapt it into a play!" ... Oh my, it seems their interests are quite broad, something not everyone can understand ... We plan to adapt it into a play!" ... Oh my, it seems their interests are quite broad, something not everyone can understand ...
Hong Qu was slightly taken aback. She did not know if she could entrust her body to this ghost, but ultimately nodded in response to the boy's sincere gaze
Hong Qu frowned and pouted, "Isn't it the person who greets ghosts that is abnormal?"
Cough! The judge coughed lightly and shot a fierce glance at the oblivious black impermanence—everyone was discussing the issue of the Water-Repelling Prince, yet this fellow wanted to lead everyone off-topic. "Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, we shall take our leave! There are still many work tasks that remain unfinished today; time is life."
Hong Qu was not satisfied and asked, "Did you have superpowers while you were alive? How did you become 'Black Wuchang'? Is there an examination to pass? Were you also chosen by King Yanluo, submitting an application to take office?"
Hong Qu raised his head, feeling utterly shocked by this bizarre legend, and asked in confusion: "So he ... ... "
What? This is the first time I have heard of such a thing. Hong Qu quickly retorted: "I hate the Black and White Impermanence! They claim to be my father's friends, yet when my father is clearly unwilling to die, they do not offer any assistance..."
"You are the exception." The Black Wuchang ruthlessly shattered her illusions, "Do you find it strange? The stewards of hell have transcended the constraints of life and death, yet they still care about how the mortal world reacts to us, and they can still develop various feelings towards humanity... But only your ancestor felt 'love' for humanity. The stewards of hell have transcended the constraints of life and death, yet they still care about how the mortal world reacts to us, and they can still develop various feelings towards humanity... But only your ancestor felt 'love' for humanity. Others, such as the steward of the Hall of Calamity Fire, the Calamity Fire Princess, harbor a deep-seated hatred for humanity and hold them in utter contempt, yet no one can deny that this 'hatred' is also a form of feeling; the Wind Shaking Prince of the Hall of Wind expresses 'sympathy' for humanity's numerous troubles; the Earth Shaking Prince of the Hall of Earth is constantly exasperated and furious over humanity's utilitarian mindset, and this 'anger' is his feeling towards humanity... And then there is that future Calamity Fire Princess, who idles about every day, meddling in affairs at the university campus... It is likely that nothing will change after she takes office."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the two of them vanished into the darkness
"Rest assured," Bai Wuchang hurriedly explained, "My spell only puts them to sleep; it will wear off by dawn, causing no harm and leaving no aftereffects."
Hong Qu rushed forward without hesitation, forcefully seizing his father's soul and pressing it back into his body
Hong Qu felt somewhat dejected; despite rising so early, she still could not secure a seat, which was truly unreasonable. However, the sincere gaze of the other person made her feel a slight stir in her heart, so she walked over and sat down. Casually, she pulled a book from a stack, pretending to study diligently, lest someone passing by might see her "talking to herself" and think that she had gone mad from the pressure of exams.
What is a water-dispelling public? What kind of thing is that? Hong Qu suddenly heard many unfamiliar terms and wanted to ask for clarification, but perhaps due to being surrounded by strangers, she did not dare to interject
Hong Qu let out a sound of surprise and, after a moment of serious contemplation, replied: "It seems not. When I was ten years old, I could dream the same dreams as my mother. Because of this, I was excited for a long time. At that time, the first thing I did every morning was to share my dreams with my mother. In the past, our dreams were always identical! But when I turned sixteen, I... started having the same kind of nightmares..." In the past, our dreams were always identical! But when I turned sixteen, I... started having the same kind of nightmares...
Yes. Hong Qu nodded vigorously to help himself focus a little more
The Chrysanthemum Fairy, Huang Ying, willingly allowed herself to be abandoned by the Firefly Star six times in gratitude for the life-saving grace she received from it... This has become the most remarkable record in the book of fates, unmatched to this day! Upon hearing this, the King of Hell couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his brow. As a result, your fellow flower fairy sisters in the heavens were outraged and jointly petitioned at the palace of the Queen Mother of the West. The Heavenly Emperor also felt that it was his command that you descend to repay the favor, yet the Firefly Star showed such disrespect, causing your plans for gratitude to fail each time. Therefore, he also intended to punish the Firefly Star.
Who among you has the longest qualifications? Niu Tou? Ma Mian? Or Meng Po?
Heibuchang tightened his grip on Hongqu's hand, as if afraid that she might slip away if she were not careful. "The River of Three Paths. Here lies the boundary where the paths of the living and the dead diverge, and the realms of yin and yang are eternally separated"
Wow—" Hong Qu could not hide her astonishment. This is the Yama Palace that her father had described—the palace she had imagined countless times, yet denied its existence just as many. In the entire history of humankind, no palace can even remotely compare to it. "Such a large palace, and it only houses one person? Isn't that too extravagant?"
Look, this is how humanity is when it has not eliminated its attachment to 'life.' Black Wuchang glanced over, clearly accustomed to it, "They are always dissatisfied with their own judgment. When the little ghosts in the Hall of Documents find it most difficult, there is always a large group of little ghosts who go mad due to their inability to endure the noise of humanity every year.
Can dreams also be transmitted
Ah Hei, (Hei Wuchang: Do not call me Ah Hei!) Why is it so dark?
Hong Qu feels that it is no longer possible for him to live the same life as before
Speaking of his family, Hong Qu became spirited and tugged at Hei Wuchang's sleeve, asking: "Hey! Hey, do you like me too?"
The difference is that it seems there weren't so many people in the study just now
The two of them were still pondering under the expectant gaze of Hongqu, when Hongqu's father suddenly woke up, startling both Hongqu and the Black and White Impermanence.
Isn't that just 'death'? The tone of Hongqu suddenly rose, unable to imagine how Dad could discuss such a deeply concerning human issue so calmly. "Are you joking?!"
The corners of Hei Wuchang's mouth curled slightly upwards, his smile imbued with detachment and indifference. "Which person who has truly seen our true form would write us into a book? Even though humans may sometimes remember events from their past lives or even lives before that due to excessive attachment or resentment, no one would remember the hellish stewards who have no relation to them... And those who have truly seen us, such as members of your family, do not regard us as terrifying monsters— their gaze proves that we indeed exist. We like them, so we do not frighten them with a terrifying appearance."... And those who have truly seen us, such as members of your family, do not regard us as terrifying monsters— their gaze proves that we indeed exist. We like them, so we do not frighten them with a terrifying appearance.
If asked about the unexpected joys in her life, the answer would undoubtedly be "birthday gifts"
Bai Zheng held the iron chain of the swing with one hand and gently patted Hong Qu's shoulder with the other, asking softly: "What has been bothering you lately? You haven't been greeting everyone, and we find it quite unusual!"
It is somewhat understandable for others to lack imagination. However, she, the daughter of Yuan Qiuhua, Yuan Hongqu, has surprisingly become a down-to-earth and thoroughly committed atheist, which is truly remarkable—especially considering that her father is a renowned director of horror films! His greatest hobby is telling ghost stories to scare his daughter... The reason why Hongqu has been fearless since childhood, particularly in not believing in the existence of deities, monsters, or the underworld spirits, can be summarized by her own reasoning as the so-called "extreme opposites."
Three, love triangle? ! '' Hong Qu's eyes widened, `` Yan Luo Wang, you know quite a few new terms, don't you! ''
The Eighteen Layers of Hell consist of eighteen spaces, each overseen by a gatekeeper responsible for managing the guilty prisoners, preventing them from escaping to the human realm or other spaces to commit evil deeds. The Hall of Yama, utilizing the power of the King, continuously moves between the eighteen spaces, constantly monitoring the activities of the Eighteen Layers.
The face of the Black Wuchang turned pale with a "swish". He turned his head and coldly said to his partner: "We will take her away—this person's mind is fundamentally different from that of ordinary people! Consulting her opinion is pointless!"
This majestic and grand palace exudes an atmosphere of solemn elegance, prompting Hong Qu to sincerely exclaim: "What an impressive set of Four Divine Statues!"
Hong Qu is becoming increasingly tense, but Wei Xiang smiles at this moment. "This is not a matter of time. Hong Qu, this is the one point on which I cannot agree with you! I will not ask my son to die to take my place, but it has nothing to do with 'time'. Rather, it is because I hope that my only child left in this world can attain the future he desires... He is the most precious treasure of my husband and me"
The smile of Hongqu is even more eerie
Heiyuchang sighed softly and gently called out, "Qiuhe?"
This world is supported by various kinds of fate; those without fate can never come together. Through your experiences, we, the entire council of deities, have reached a conclusion: that fate is a force greater than that of the Heavenly Emperor!" Yan Luo Wang said this with a serious expression while speaking about something that was anything but serious. "Huh? Why are we discussing your past life? I seem to have digressed. Oh dear, oh dear, I originally intended not to let you know..."
Her easygoing nature put Hong Qu at ease, prompting him to curiously ask: "Was it an accident?"
Hong Qu tiptoed to her father's bedside, holding her breath as she observed his sleeping face—she had never done this before and did not know if he was any different from usual tonight. But he seemed to be peacefully lost in a serene dream. Thinking about how she had once again driven away the messengers of death and saved her father, Hong Qu felt a genuine sense of pride and happily returned to her room to rest. However, it seemed that the matter was not yet resolved.
The Hall of Yama
Gradually, it was as if the tide was receding from around me, and the wind was blowing past me from behind; that terrifying feeling had vanished... The startled red melody felt that now it might be possible to open its eyes...
"Sister, have you... been dead for a long time?" Hong Qu was unsure if this question was impolite, but Bai Zheng answered cheerfully: "Not very long, just over six years."
It seems that only one junior girl can be the exception—without needing to ask, it is naturally Hongqu.
The gentle Bai Wuchang smiled slightly at the silly Hong Qu: "Don't you think we look great in suits? The civilization of the ghostly deities is not stagnant! Moreover, you are the daughter of the Autumn River, the next generation of the Water-Dispelling Princess. It is only fitting to dress formally when meeting you for the first time. Like this guy..." He pointed at the nearby Hei Wuchang, "He is wearing his best mourning attire!" Like this guy..." He pointed at the nearby Hei Wuchang, "He is wearing his best mourning attire!
Are you the Water Fairy of the Twenty-First Generation
Hong Qu wore a look of grievance, remaining silent. The two of them lingered in what seemed like an endless darkness for a moment. Hei Wuchang felt a bit guilty, cleared his throat, and asked: "Before seeing Niu Tou, have you ever had any strange experiences?"
"Hmm, hmm!" The horse-faced man nodded slightly, "You always look suspicious. But she actually questioned us, who are so normal. This shows that the description in the original red song and the files is accurate—lacking any imagination."
Father smiled, "My educational policy is indeed sound. You have been accustomed to ghost stories since childhood, and when you suddenly see the stewards of hell, not only are you not afraid, but you can also comment calmly. But where in the world are there immortal beings?"
"We are the descendants of the water spirits in hell." Father paused for a moment, disregarding Hongqu's astonishment, and continued, "According to our family tradition, when a person can see the ghosts and deities in hell, it proves that their soul is strong enough. You can see these friends, and I can rest assured to go to hell to take over for my mother... You can see these friends, and I can rest assured to go to hell to take over for my mother..."
This is the underworld
Dad, are you going to work in 'hell'? Can you come home every day?" she asked hesitantly, immediately hearing the surrounding spirits unable to suppress a chuckle, and also hearing the horse-faced spirit say: "Although she lacks imagination, she seems to have a good sense of 'humor'.
Since Hong Qu's sunny greetings went unanswered, they have become listless, always appearing at a loss when they see Hong Qu, as if they really want to greet her but are afraid of receiving disdainful glances
The sound of the King of Hell can no longer be heard in Hongqu, as another sorrowful whisper lingers in her ears: "I am the reincarnation of a star from long ago." "I have a fateful connection with a woman, destined to be entangled with her for six lifetimes..."
"What is Hongqu?" She lifted Hongqu's face and examined it affectionately, "Hongqu is still very young! What about that kid Qiuhe?"
The Black Wuchang has grown impatient, "Of course! Are we to wait until your natural death?"
Ha ha ha ha ha. King Yanluo laughed heartily, "Once again, 'No one has the right to destroy another's happiness!' Such a familiar phrase!"
The corners of Hei Wuchang's mouth trembled slightly, "It is possible—if it is you, then you can make those around you feel your greatest heartache"
"As you command," Hei Wuchang said, glancing at Hong Qu with concern before vanishing silently
What?
Hong Qu's face shifted between shades of blue and white, unsure of which color to settle on. Her father would scare her countless times each year, but the female ghost before her was undoubtedly more talented than her father... "In fact, when I was alive, I could see things that do not belong to the human world," Bai Zheng said, her expression becoming more serious. "So after I died, King Yanluo asked me: 'Bai Zheng, you have quite a talent, would you like to work in our hell?' I thought that could be quite interesting, so I submitted an application, (Hong Qu: You actually have to submit an application?! ) -- it's just a formality. Then King Yanluo arranged for me to take over the position of the Fire Reaper, but the previous Fire Reaper had a lot of backlog, and I couldn't hand over the work -- I heard it was because your ancestor skipped work for thirty years, and it just happened to be during a time of war in the human world, so there was a lot of accumulated work, leading to a vicious cycle that still hasn't been resolved.
I am not as free as you are
Indeed! Bai Zheng smiled and said, "I only realized this after arriving in hell. The current king seems to be the second one; his predecessor has already been reincarnated. There are many rules in hell! It is common to receive demerits, but usually, writing a letter of repentance can resolve the issue. I often go to the bookstore to read, as a way to prepare for the future. You should also read more books on this topic; they are very practical!"
Thus, the twenty-something Lady of the Water has already proven her capability as a hellish steward... The Lady of the Water in her twenties, you say?" King Yan stroked his beard, pondering for a moment, as if recalling a very distant past. "Oh, it's her! I have some connections with her. After seven reincarnations, her character has not changed at all!" King Yan laughed heartily, "Her sorrow and anger are still so powerful!"
Bai Zheng blinked her eyes and nodded slightly
Oh—" it seems that King Yan is immersed in some interesting memories, absentmindedly saying: "Qiu He has always referred to the Youhua Gate as the 'Gate of Destiny', right? His sixth sense is always accurate. Perhaps, his fate will change when his daughter opens this door."
Hong Qu's expression seemed to be filled with hesitation, and she said anxiously, "Then does that mean my body is like that of a dead person... will nothing unexpected happen?"
Hong Qu frowned, gritting his teeth—indeed, it is that pair of scoundrel partners, the Black and White Impermanence!
Never before has Yan Luo looked at Hong Qu with a gaze of compassion. "Seven lifetimes ago, you were the Chrysanthemum Fairy of the Heavenly Court. The Jade Emperor permitted you to descend to the mortal realm to repay your kindness, and from then on, you entered the cycle of reincarnation. In the subsequent six lifetimes, you married your benefactor to repay your gratitude, yet you had no fated bond with him, and each time you were inevitably abandoned by him... Each time I had to ask you: Do you wish to continue reincarnating or return to the Heavenly Court? In every lifetime, you answered with resentment over losing your husband: 'I wish to reincarnate!' Until the last lifetime, when I asked the same question, you cried and said: 'I have no fated bond with him; it is not Xuan Ji who disrupts others' happiness, but I!"
Hong Qu turned back in confusion—she was not fully awake yet. In order to compete for a seat with those senior brothers and sisters who were oblivious to whether they were awake or asleep, she had been getting up earlier and earlier recently
Hong Qu pouted, puffing her cheeks as she looked at the watch, calculating in her mind: If nothing happens, I will definitely settle this score with my father—it's utterly shameful for a fifty-year-old man to play mysterious tricks on his own daughter
Yama nodded seriously and said with some regret, "I have learned quite a bit, but there just haven't been many opportunities to use it—it's really frustrating." After a sigh, Yama continued, "In your previous life, I asked you if you wished to return to the heavenly realm, and you replied: 'I wish to remain in the mortal world! I want to take one last gamble!'"
The awkward Black Wuchang punched the smiling White Wuchang on the head and complained, "What is going on! Wasn't it supposed to be your task to release the yin energy and let her sleep comfortably?"
Of course, Hong Qu smiled bitterly. However, she did not know how to explain to the ghost just how dreadful hell was
As the two individuals chatted and walked, they came across the four halls arranged in the cardinal directions of southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast
"In that way, they will not forget the promises made in their previous lives?" Hong Qu felt that this secret was quite practical, but was afraid that if it were revealed, no one would believe it
Six lives and six generations. The twelve families you have directly participated in through procreation and marriage cannot maintain happiness and fulfillment forever. The smile of King Yanluo is as compassionate and serene as a solemn deity, "Every family will inevitably experience what you perceive as 'unhappiness' one day"
The Black and White Impermanence turned their faces away, with a stern expression, and shouted at Hong Qu: "Do not call me A Hei (Bai)!" Before the words had even left their mouths, they quickly noticed the reaction of Fu Shui Gong—he seemed to have not heard them at all, sleeping more soundly than ever.
Is it something custom-made that has not yet arrived? In the simple mind of Hong Qu, no profound explanation can be conceived. Merely this conventional speculation has already made her very curious: "How long do we have to wait?"
Because, because, because, countless chaotic thoughts fluttered in Hong Qu's mind, clawing and flying about. She barely managed to grasp one and, out of breath, replied: "Everyone has only one family, and no one wants it to be destroyed"
Seeing Hong Qu so leisurely, she felt even more unbalanced in her heart and stood up in a huff. Suddenly, it seemed she remembered something and abruptly turned around to ask: "Bai Zheng, we are friends, right?"
Will the King of Hell meet me
However, the way the black and white impermanence is described in the book is quite shabby... I thought it was about your predecessors!" Hong Qu defended these two ghosts, saying, "A Bai is much cuter than what is written in the book!"
This is the White Impermanence
"Because I am waiting to take office, I have nothing to do for the time being," Bai Zheng said frankly. "So I came to find you to hang out. After all, we will definitely be colleagues in hell in the future, so why not be good friends now!"
The black wuchang, dressed in mourning clothes, silently gazed at Hong Qu, as if searching for something on her. Suddenly hearing his partner mention him, his deep-set eyes quietly shifted away from Hong Qu, and his already furrowed brows tightened even more as he lowered his voice to complain: "It was your suggestion for me to dress like this!"
Grandma? Hong Qu is not very pessimistic about her own lifespan. She carefully observes Wei Xiang's ever-changing expression and asks, "Are you alright?"
Father also smiled, but the smile was one of deep bitterness: "Silly child, how can those who have gone to hell find their way back—when I re-enter this mortal world, it will be the time when you go to the Water Pavilion to take my place."
The woman known as "Wei Xiang" widened her eyes and, in an instant, appeared before Hong Qu. Hong Qu suddenly understood what was meant by "Ling Bo Wei Bu" and "Piao Piao Yu Xian"
For example, the gift for her nineteenth birthday is a complete collection of horror films from around the world spanning a century; the gift for her eighteenth birthday is a set of over thirty variously posed, lifelike skeletons; the gift for her seventeenth birthday is a very cute zombie Lily, nearly life-sized, presumably created to scare off midnight intruders, but instead used as a coat rack by the pragmatic Hongqu. Each birthday is a splendid opportunity for her father to exercise his imagination. This year will be no exception—at least, that is what Hongqu thought before seeing the "gift".
Heihei glanced coldly at Hongqu, seemingly displeased with her unreasonable behavior. In his usual indifferent tone, he said: "Alright. Your power has already been recognized by King Yanluo. As long as you are willing to sacrifice yourself for others and take over the position at the Water Pavilion, you will no longer need your father."
In the past, when she saw others greeting her, she found it quite beautiful, always thinking she had become some kind of celebrity. Now, however, she is suspicious of everyone. When someone greets her, she first looks down to see if there is a shadow of that person on the ground—most of the time, she finds there isn't. For this type of "person," she truly does not know how to respond.
He was originally sitting on the willow tree, but now he jumped down from the branch and waved desperately at Hongqu. If it weren't for the two realistic horns on his head, Hongqu would have just regarded him as an ordinary pervert
Bai Wuchang bit his fingernails in silence. After a while, he finally said with a serious expression: "Ahei, (Heiwuchang: Don't call me Ahei!) we should take Hongqu to see the King. Qiuhua seems to be acting strangely, looking completely like a mortal!"
The 19th generation of the Water-Repelling Duke cooperated well, but the 20th generation of the Water-Repelling Princess desperately obstructed... The judge cleared his throat twice, unable to conceal his embarrassment, and reported truthfully: "Her anger actually caused the Youhua Gate to open ahead of schedule—after she burst through the Youhua Gate, she pushed all of us back."
What? They? Hongqu was so startled by her father's introduction that she didn't even have time to ask why—although her father tries to scare her countless times every year, this was undoubtedly the most successful attempt in all the years.
That being said, Hong Qu has begun to regret opposing her mother when she intended to invite a feng shui master...
The Black Wuchang remained silent for a long time before reluctantly responding: "Taking living beings to the Yama Palace is indeed too dangerous"
I have been too willful... but this time I must be a little willful! Hongqu lowered her head, not daring to meet Weixiang's gaze, as she truly did not know how to face such a beautiful face and say something that might upset her. "I am the one who blocked the Black and White Impermanence from bringing Dad here... because I do not want to lose Dad, and neither can Mom lose Dad! Of course, I did not come this time to take Grandma's place... I want to persuade Grandma not to let Dad leave us so soon!" Because I do not want to lose Dad, and neither can Mom lose Dad! Of course, I did not come this time to take Grandma's place... I want to persuade Grandma not to let Dad leave us so soon!
Hong Qu did not pay attention to his mother's off-key singing, but was instead nervously focused on his father's face. It was not until he let out a deep sigh that Hong Qu's anxious heart finally relaxed
The Black and White Impermanence sat on her bed with an imposing presence, exuding an air of authority and without any hint of politeness
or perhaps the term "unexpected fright" would be more appropriate
"So, you are a person from the Qing Dynasty!" Hong Qu teased Hei Wuchang with a smile. She guessed that he was not as cold as he appeared on the outside
Grandma? Hongqu finds this name somewhat unfamiliar
"Alright! Alright!" Wei Xiang patted Hong Qu's head, as if soothing a child, and said: "Your father will naturally have a day to meet with me here. I am not in a hurry..."
At this moment, even Hongqu felt that something was amiss. She stared blankly as the Black and White Impermanence swept past her like a gust of wind, then glanced at her father—he was no different from an ordinary person in a sweet slumber
How much longer until we arrive at the Hall of Yama?
... ...
Bai Zheng laughed heartily and asked, "What happened? Is there anything that could trouble the descendant of the Fu Shui Gong, Yuan Hongqu?"
Who are all these people? Hong Qu looked at that guy and finally managed to ask a question, while trying hard to recall if there were any relatives like that. She had once regarded relatives as an embarrassing abnormality, which made her overlook a more obvious question: when did they appear here
The Black Wuchang, however, mercilessly poured a bucket of cold water: "Because his ending is of little value, we are even more cautious in dealing with our own emotions"
As for Hongqu, she had long been in a daze. ... She could only barely pick out a few key words from her father's statement: "hell", "reincarnation", "succession" ...
The White Impermanence pondered for a moment and smiled as he asked, "May I temporarily attach myself to you?"
Among that group of people, a middle-aged man with a sullen expression and glasses raised his chin, displaying a somewhat arrogant demeanor and a very critical tone: "Having endured the spatial distortion when the Youhua Gate opened, and then returning to normal in a brief moment— it seems her soul is indeed strong enough. So, you have no regrets now, Fu Shui Gong?"
Would grandmother be willing to let her own child die in her place
Who says they are friends? Red Qu, with arms akimbo and face flushed, exclaimed, "What kind of friends drag someone to their death! Just look at their appearance; they don't seem like good people at all"
I really have no way to deal with you!" Hong Qu rubbed her painful forehead and said, "Let's return to our topic—although family happiness is fleeting, I still want to strive for happiness! So..." She took a breath and said decisively, "Please leave my father to me!" At this point, she suddenly changed to a pleading expression, "Moreover, Your Majesty—you know how unfortunate I have been in the past; can you bear to see me unable to grasp even a small happiness in this life?"
According to legend, the Water Dispelling Lord in hell was confused by the emotions of the mortal world and secretly ventured into the human realm, where he fathered children with a woman. When he returned to hell, disillusioned by the hypocrisy and cunning of the human world, he was no longer the same Water Dispelling Lord. His powers had been passed down to one of his children through his bloodline, and the Water Dispelling Lord could no longer fulfill his duties in hell indefinitely. To maintain the normal operation of the Water Dispelling Palace, King Yan decided that after the Water Dispelling Lord's grandson came of age, he would bring the Water Dispelling Lord's son to hell to take over his father's work. Thus, the operation of the Water Dispelling Palace would be managed by the descendants of the Water Dispelling Lord, and those in charge of the Water Dispelling Palace could only re-enter the cycle of reincarnation when their own children came to take over. In this way, the operation of the Water Dispelling Palace would be managed by the descendants of the Water Dispelling Lord, and those in charge could only re-enter the cycle of reincarnation when their own children came to take over.
Huang Ying
"Did you call me, King Yan?" a woman's voice said, "I can't delay for too long; there is a lot of work waiting to be handled today! I really don't want to hear Bingxuan nagging again!"
The Black and White Impermanence looked anxiously at Yuan Qiuhé, wondering how heartbroken he would be if he knew their intentions. However, Qiuhé seemed extremely fatigued, as if he did not see them at all, and fell back asleep... If it were a usual occurrence, he would at least have made faces at the Black and White Impermanence instead of greeting them—he had been raised under the watch of the two Impermanences, and no matter how significant the matter was, he would not ignore the Black and White Impermanence out of anger.
This is Hei Wuchang..." Dad pointed at a tall young man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit. Although the young man was quite handsome, his expression was blank, and against the backdrop of his black attire, he appeared even more gloomy and despondent. Beside Hei Wuchang was a boy of about ten years old, dressed in a white suit, smiling brightly; he was Bai Wuchang. There was also a middle-aged man with a pair of imposing tiger teeth, a full beard, and horns on his head, who had once been mistaken for a pervert; he was called Niu Tou. Next to him was a long-faced old man, serious and unsmiling, known as Ma Mian. The arrogant and sharp-tongued uncle with sideburns and glasses who had just spoken was called Pan Guan. Lastly, the only female among them was a kind-looking, short, wrinkled old woman known as Meng Po...
In order for your plan of gratitude to succeed for the seventh time, the Heavenly Emperor punished the excessively sinful Xuanyan by casting her into the realm of hungry ghosts, thereby removing the final obstacle for you
Even if happiness is fleeting, no one has the right to destroy another person's happiness, not even King Yama. It is absurd for the officials of hell to interfere in someone's well-ordered life due to management issues. Hong Qu feels that the legendary King Yama, who ensures that people die at the stroke of three rather than delaying until five, and who values efficiency and principles, does not seem so terrifying after all
Yama sighed and said: "Your husband, Firefly Star, and your sister, Brilliant Princess, were originally celestial constellations. Due to their negligence in duty, they were demoted to the mortal realm. After enduring retribution for three lifetimes, they will be able to unite as husband and wife for eternity"
However, in the final days of her nineteenth year, her life began to undergo subtle changes
He paused for a moment before saying: "Even now, there are still many people who do not understand his choice"
Wū? I don't understand. Hong Qu sighed. To be entangled with such a gloomy fellow for six lifetimes, that woman truly deserves sympathy
His loud laughter left the red tune in a state of confusion. "What does 'again' mean?"
That... of course... just consider it as if I never told you!" Yan Wang made a mischievous expression.
Their friendly smiles gradually put Hong Qu at ease. She chuckled dryly a couple of times, as if suddenly realizing: "Your nicknames must have been given by my father, right? My father enjoys doing such boring things, actually giving his friends such terrifying and clichéd nicknames, lacking any creativity at all, sounding almost like a gang. What are your real names, anyway?"
Father, with a righteous demeanor and great passion, leaped up from the sofa and said, "Of course not! But..." Before Hong Qu could embellish the moment with exaggerated emotions, he hesitated again, "Who can know your grandmother's thoughts? She was still very young when she passed away. Unlike you, I could see those attendants of the underworld as soon as I was born, so my mother died right after giving birth to me... Now, counting the years, she has been working in the Water Pavilion for nearly fifty years; perhaps she has been waiting for me all along. Unlike you, I could see those attendants of the underworld as soon as I was born, so my mother died right after giving birth to me... Now, counting the years, she has been working in the Water Pavilion for nearly fifty years; perhaps she has been waiting for me all along.
Yuan Qiuhua did not respond. His breathing became increasingly calm
Hong Qu was mesmerized. She had never heard such a melodious sound before
I? I am the least experienced among the stewards, having only been here for a little over one hundred years
Hong Qu hung his head and did not respond. Hei Wuchang thought he had frightened her with his severity, and gently asked: "By the way, what were you trying to say just now?"
The arrival of the holiday has allowed the red yeast rice nerve to relax a little
The complexion of Hongqu finally turned pale. This story is akin to a myth, yet Hongqu immediately recalled those vivid dreams she had once experienced. It turned out that they were not dreams.
Close your eyes! This voice is very calm, as if nothing has happened to the father who is in the same room with oneself
This perfunctory attitude is utterly lacking in quality. Hong Qu protested without hesitation: "Can Mom see you too? That can't be right, can it? Moreover, the most critical question is—can the salary sent to you from hell be used in the mortal realm? Who will support me and Mom? Rely on your friends to take care of us? They don't seem reliable at all!"
Hong Qu smiled innocently and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you 'A Hei'! This name sounds so endearing!"
He is the boss of hell! Oh, the Eastern Lord has come out! Bai Zheng raised her head to look at the sun in the sky, "You need to review your studies, right? I should go play somewhere else!"
At this moment, a vast river appeared before them, shimmering in and out of sight
This sentence took Hong Qu by surprise. She cautiously asked, "Why? Is he angry?"
The days passed slowly, and finally, the final exams arrived. Hong Qu was increasingly overwhelmed every day, busy to the point of losing all sense of direction.
In just a few days, Hongqu achieved the enviable weight loss results that her roommates admired
I... Red Qu, feeling awkward, rolled her eyes around and quickly closed her eyes to fabricate a lie: "Don't mind me, I'm sleepwalking." Saying this, she swayed and slipped away...
However, Hongqu's father still did not react, not even blinking—he had never been so composed as he was tonight. In the past, he would have jumped up and warned Hei Wuchang not to be so loud.
Miss, could you please be quiet for a moment
The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat hesitant about the fearless suggestion made by Hong Qu. According to King Yama himself, he has a connection with this woman; if this issue could be resolved between them, it would naturally save a considerable amount of effort. However, how could the underworld be so easily traversed by a mere woman?
"Silly child," said Dad, gently patting Hongqu's head, "how can you treat a friend you are meeting for the first time like this?"
The study has once again returned to tranquility, while the sound of Hongqu Mama joyfully singing comes from the dining room: "Happy birthday to you—happy birthday to you—slice the red rice—cake! Celebrating another year older!"
In response to the expectation of going to "heaven," Bai Zheng widened her eyes, appearing perplexed. "Hell is so much fun! Why don't you like it? The heavenly court is so boring! That queen who is always renovating makes the latest map of the heavenly realm obsolete at the first moment. No matter when you go to the heavenly realm, you will always get lost; the Heavenly Emperor is tone-deaf, yet he insists on holding singing competitions... Just thinking about it is unbearable!
But Hongqu did not give him this opportunity—she did not even wait to let out the kind of scream often found in horror films, but turned and ran away, thus becoming the first guest of the psychological counseling center that day
Hong Qu's face twitched, unsure of how to react. She was not accustomed to being so familiar with someone she had just met, while the other party seemed to know her very well.
"Weixiang," Yan Wang said, "let's not talk about your work and secretary for now! This is your granddaughter Hongqu!"
The statue... is it speaking? The statue is speaking! Hong Qu grasped the hand of Hei Wuchang, exclaiming in astonishment. She could hardly believe that such a gigantic being was King Yanluo.
Hong Qu did not have time to ask him what "hurry up" meant, when he heard Bai Wuchang seriously muttering to himself: "Huh? What is my name? Oh dear, that was thousands of years ago... Hei Wuchang, do you remember your name?"
Does King Yanluo also want to be reincarnated
Due to a serious operational error, Qiuhua's soul was forcibly returned after being stripped away, resulting in the complete loss of spiritual power during this process... You must wait until Hongqu's child reaches adulthood, at which point Hongqu will take over for you. I calculated that it will take approximately twelve more years... Ah! This is something that should not have been heard by Hongqu. Forget it, let's just pretend I never said it!
Fortunately, the physician faces individuals with ailments every day and does not take the incident with the red yeast seriously. Calmly and composedly, he begins to analyze: Have you eaten beef recently? Yes? That's right. Have you watched the news lately? You have? That's right. Do you know about mad cow disease? You do? Alright, let me provide you with a psychological analysis: You have seen news about mad cow disease, and you have recently consumed beef, which has instilled a sense of fear in you, thus forming a subconscious dark area. When encountering a bad person, this fear naturally externalizes, merging the internal fear with the external threat, leading you to perceive a person with horns...! Alright, let me provide you with a psychological analysis: You have seen news about mad cow disease, and you have recently consumed beef, which has instilled a sense of fear in you, thus forming a subconscious dark area. When encountering a bad person, this fear naturally externalizes, merging the internal fear with the external threat, leading you to perceive a person with horns...! You should promptly report this to the security department to prevent that pervert from appearing on our campus again
The gaze of the White Impermanence shifted from the peaceful sleeping figure of Qiu He to the puzzled face of the Black Impermanence, finally sensing that something was amiss. He stepped forward and firmly patted the father of Hong Qu, saying, "Qiu He, I sincerely apologize for disturbing you at this late hour"
On an ordinary morning, Hong Qu hurriedly carried a stack of books to the library to secure a seat. Just like other schools, during the final exam period, the seats in the library are particularly scarce. If one arrives late, all that can be seen are neatly arranged rows of fellow students, heads down, engrossed in their books.
For instance, on a certain day last month, Hongqu was walking on the way to the study room. The faint morning mist had yet to dissipate, and the green willow branches trembled in the slightly chilly breeze—everything was so beautiful! Hongqu's mood was at its utmost ease. ... At that moment ...
"No matter what kind of woman I am, the outcome is always the same: marriage ends with my husband's infidelity and my suicide!" Hong Qu reflects on her painful old dreams, her tone becoming increasingly vague: "I don't know how many times I have repeated such dreams, waking up crying each time. Later, I don't know when, this feeling disappeared—I no longer dream. " At this point, she paused, seemingly reluctant to continue this sorrowful journey of memories. Her tone grew more elusive: "I don't know how many times I have repeated such dreams, waking up crying each time. Later, I don't know when, this feeling disappeared—I no longer dream. " At this point, she paused, seemingly reluctant to continue this sorrowful journey of memories. After a brief adjustment of her mood, she playfully stuck out her tongue, "Although I know it was just a dream, the level of sadness does not diminish because of that!"
The sadness in my father's eyes was unmistakable. He patted Hongqu's head, as if she were still a five or six-year-old child. "Hongqu," he said with a forced smile, "I will help you introduce a few friends; you will have to rely on them to take care of you from now on"
Red Yeast pouted and pretended to be angry. "So what do you plan to do now?"
Your Majesty, Hei Wuchang remained silent, standing still. At this moment, his brows slightly moved, and he cautiously asked: "So she really is..."
They were in a state of confusion, and just then, the oblivious Hongqu quietly slipped back, hiding outside their parents' bedroom door, calling softly: "Ahei, Abai! Why are you still inside? Hurry out! It is illegal to invade others' privacy!"
"Xuan Ji? Who is she?" Hong Qu's fingers could not help but tremble slightly. "Is she the one who takes my husband in every lifetime, causing me to commit suicide?"
The consulting physician quietly looked at her for about twenty seconds—this duration may not seem long, but it was sufficient for Hongqu to experience embarrassment
As expected, there were two "sneaky" figures in the bedroom
She knew that her mouth must be wide open, as the sound of "gurgling" from her throat was very clearly audible. She could only stare blankly at this strange combination of people, both men and women, young and old. Among them were familiar faces that had previously appeared around the red tune—such as the middle-aged man with horns on his head, who was shyly waving at the red tune in the crowd, still smiling foolishly.
Heibuchang continued to hold Hongqu's hand, his expression growing more serious, "We are setting off now!"
"So you mean you did not bring Qiu He?" The lofty King Yan asked casually, yet his unexpected calm sent a shiver of fear through the minions standing below.
Wei Xiang can no longer speak
Of course! Yan Luo Wang regained his solemn expression and shrugged nonchalantly: "If one feels guilty towards everyone, how can one be the King of Hell?"
Very soon
"My name is Wen Baizheng," the young lady said softly—she seemed particularly fond of smiling, and her smile made this self-introduction a success. Hong Qu had already developed a good impression of her and returned a smile, softly saying: "I am Hong Qu."
The Black Wuchang did not speak.
Hong Qu could only shake her head again. Here, her traditional calm and rational thinking system was rendered completely ineffective
Do you still want to be abandoned by others and then commit suicide? Could it be that the Chrysanthemum Fairy actually has a tendency for self-harm? The King of Hell's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had discovered a sensational piece of gossip.
The Black Wuchang smiled and said, "The treasure hall that holds the power over the life and death of all humanity is indeed vast beyond measure!"
The judge, growing impatient with the endless conversation between the father and daughter, stepped forward to pull aside the red curtain and said to her father, "Fu Shui Gong, you have said all that needs to be said; it is time for us to leave"
Dad, in the blankness of my mind, I struggled to search for a few words, "Are you trying to tell me: the deities in myths wear suits?"
Heibuchang merely tugged at Hongqu's hand, and Hongqu experienced a peculiar sensation. She watched in astonishment as Baibuchang entered her body at that very moment, blinking at them with her eyes and speaking in her voice: "Everything is going smoothly"
Hong Qu revealed a bright smile on her face: "You are not resting at night, are you?"
Heibuchang led Hongqu across the San Tu River and saw a solemn treasure hall known as the "Wenshu Hall." A line of spirits was orderly entering, while the green-faced little ghost maintaining order was utterly helpless against this group of individuals who were always looking for a chance to sneak away.
Although he appears to be a youth, that fellow has indeed been a primordial spirit for several thousand years, serving as the original Bai Wuchang from the very beginning.
Ah—this won't do! The Black and White Impermanence were taken aback, exclaiming in unison.
Hello! Someone greeted her
At least before following the sound, Hong Qu believed there was a "person" greeting her. However, she immediately found herself at a loss for how to respond—no one had taught her how to greet a middle-aged man with horns on his head
When the treasure hall fully manifested, the Black Wuchang solemnly said to the Red Qu: "Let us go, the King is waiting for us!"
"No way!" Hong Qu broke free from his wrist and shot a fierce glare at the rude fellow: "What a lack of manners! And you call yourself an official of hell. Even a five-year-old knows not to interrupt when others are speaking!"
Father smiled awkwardly and, feeling shy, scratched his head and said: "That is almost impossible! Because our home is located at the Youhua Gate, one of the eighteen entrances to hell."
You, you, you all!" Hongqu covered her mouth, preventing the scream from spilling out
But I already know! Are you the kind of person who thinks everything is fine as long as you feel that way?
Hong Qu looked at her father with uncertainty, seeking confirmation, but he remained silent. He took Hong Qu's hand, left the chattering spirits behind, and sat down to say: "Daughter, I have never mentioned our family's history to you. Today, I will tell you for the first time, and this will also be the last 'ghost' story I share with you..."
The study remains a study, untouched by the fleeting distortions of the world; Father remains Father, his eyes reflecting the unique complexity of emotions he carries today
Father shook his head, the strange glimmer in his eyes growing increasingly complex. The corners of his mouth curled into a somewhat bitter arc as he replied softly, "How long? I don't know either. According to my sixth sense, the ringing of the bell signifies that moment has arrived." He looked up at the clock on the wall, seemingly avoiding his daughter's eager gaze. "It will be here soon! In 28 seconds, you will be able to see the world as I usually see it!"
The expression of the Black Wuchang was difficult to discern as either sympathy or sadness. He glanced to the side, his lips twitching unnaturally a few times, and said solemnly: "It is not that you and your mother had the same dream. Rather, you passed your sorrowful dream onto her"
Father probably wanted to comfort her, but he remained silent for a long time, only managing to say one sentence: "You can still see me, just as you can see the black and white impermanence..."
Is that so? The red yeast felt a stir in its heart
In the past, she always lived in the school dormitory, but now she returns home every day regardless of the weather—fearing that if she lets her guard down, those despicable bastards from hell will steal her father away—she has become her father's dedicated guardian angel
Your father can no longer hear our voices" said Hei Wuchang irritably
The red fungus smiled. "The greatest heartache? It's merely a dream, how serious can it be! Because I am a descendant of the Water-Dispelling Prince, is that why I possess such a unique ability? Why is it that I no longer dream later on?"
Weixiang maintained a gentle smile. Her clear and ethereal voice was so calm: "Do you think it was quick? He has raised his daughter to adulthood and lived with his wife and daughter for twenty years. Do you know? I was only twenty-four when I died... I never even saw my child's face... and then I stayed here for fifty years"
Later, the review of the red music seemed to go smoothly, as I found a good fixed seat. However, a new ghost story emerged in the library—there was a peculiar seat, and those who sat there experienced mild chills, while others suffered from frequent diarrhea
Heiyuchang shook his head, "I am— I am the reincarnation of a star from a long time ago"
Hong Qu suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, sensing something ominous, "What happened next?"
Summer nights are usually stifling, making it hard to sleep, but on this particular night, Hong Qu felt a chill running down her spine. "If I am not mistaken..." she mumbled groggily, getting up in displeasure and following the source of the cold air to her parents' bedroom
Hongqu widened its eyes, wanting to say something, but was unable to do so
When the second hand reached the moment spoken of by her father, Hong Qu had yet to realize that the minuscule possibility had emerged, and she would bid farewell to her ordinary and unremarkable life
What is wrong? Hong Qu glanced at the two fellows, extended her finger, and quietly probed under her father's nose—she could clearly feel her father's breath, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she glared angrily at the two figures of black and white, momentarily at a loss for words on how to reprimand these two fellows.
Until one time, that long-haired sister, who often greeted Hongqu, stood by the phoenix tree, smiling kindly at Hongqu, and Hongqu cheerfully called out to her: "Hello!" This action left her roommate, who was accompanying her, utterly confused, asking her: "Who are you greeting? A beauty? Where?"
Yuan Qiuhua opened her sleepy eyes, looked around in a daze, and asked: "Hong Qu... what happened? Why are you in my parents' bedroom?"
No. Hei Wuchang seemed to want to evade the question, but under the inquiring gaze of Hong Qu, he reluctantly offered an explanation: "Perhaps it is because the gods in the heavens cannot bear to see you suffer in your dreams, so they have allowed you to no longer dream"
In the eyes of Hong Qu, which were narrowed due to pain, she vaguely saw her father, who appeared calm and composed. He seemed accustomed to this feeling, smiling at her in a comforting manner, as if to say: It is best to follow the advice of those with experience
Hong Qu hesitated and shook his head
The red rice was momentarily at a loss for words at the conclusion of this story
The White Impermanence still smiled gently, discussing amicably: "We have our own duties. We can only take your father away."
He gave up the dignity of a celestial official and took on the role of a steward in hell. Although our hell is not inferior to the heavenly court in any aspect, the treatment is even more generous! However, everyone still prefers not to come, believing that being an official in hell is worse than suffering in the mortal realm. Therefore, at that time, I was very pleased to accept him.
When a gentle expression appeared on Weixiang's face, Hongqu could no longer hold back his emotions and embraced her while crying "Grandma!"
The order at the Naihe Bridge is relatively good. The judge possesses excellent eloquence, making everyone reflect on their misdeeds and only seek a new beginning. Therefore, Meng Po's work is comparatively easier. However, there are also those who have made strong commitments with others, evading the consumption of the soup.
Yama, with a serious expression, said: "Of course not! Although Yingxing and Xuanshi have the fate of becoming husband and wife, Yingxing should not have married you before marrying Xuanshi. Moreover, it has led to your death six times... Once or twice could be overlooked, and everyone could pretend to be deaf and mute, but the same thing has happened six times! Even the Heavenly Emperor is uninterested in your future... Of course, this is also because of your stubbornness, Huangying..."
Hongqu did not understand the deeper meaning implied by this question and could only express confusion with a "Huh?"
Look, over there! The expression of the Black Wuchang returned to its usual indifference, and with a blank face, it pointed towards the darkest place, saying, "The Hall of Yama is about to appear."
Weixiang's smile and Hongqu's crying expression are frozen on their faces
The only sentence she could think of, the only complete sentence she could utter was: "Dad! I feel very unwell!"
However ... ...
You always say the same thing! Yan Luo, the King of Hell, asked with a smile: "Do you still remember how many times we have met?"
Heihei Wuchang asked, "What kind of nightmare is it?" He was merely trying to make conversation, but he did not expect that Hongqu's answer would leave him in shock.
Because... the King of Hell said with a serious expression: "You cannot escape your 'love triangle'!"
Hong Qu glanced at the two night-shift ghosts and coldly said: "Let me tell you, as long as I am here, I will never allow you to take my father away! Go, go, go! -- Quickly disappear from the flower cellar!"
... ...
Hongqu had to grit his teeth tightly to prevent his jaw from dropping to the ground
Yes
Oh? Hong Qu is truly surprised this time. She scratches her cheek, utterly perplexed: "Why not go back? If I had known that my next life would be built at the gates of hell, I probably would have made a different decision... What is wrong with the Heavenly Court? I really do not understand my past self!"
"Is your name ... ... Hongqu?" the King of Hell asked kindly
Red Song shouted: "Because of such a reason, let Xuanyan fall into the realm of hungry ghosts, what face do I have to meet Firefly Star in this life"
Hong Qu was momentarily taken aback, but quickly said: "No way!"
As the voice flowed melodiously, the woman's figure was fully revealed before the red curve.
The mood of Hongqu became tense due to the mysterious atmosphere created by his father, and he blurted out, "Is the world you usually see different from the one I see?"
Hong Qu always felt that it would be very pleasant to swing for a while under the parasol tree. However, she was indeed very busy, so she did not even glance at the swing as she passed by.
Hong Qu nervously looked at him and suddenly interjected: "A Hei..."
"Have you ever considered your grandmother's position?" All of Hong Qu's reactions seemed to be anticipated by King Yan, who calmly said: "Just because you have never met her, you are completely indifferent to her future? She has worked here for fifty years—your family's happiness is about to sacrifice her to seek happiness in the afterlife and find a new family."
"Impossible!" Bai Zheng confidently explained, "If that happens, he will be severely reprimanded by the Heavenly Emperor! If he receives three severe reprimands, he will no longer be able to reincarnate as a human and will only be able to become a reptile!"
What?! Hong Qu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "As the Heavenly Emperor, how can you abuse your power to determine the fate of others? This is too despicable!"
Hong Qu pouted and did not intend to comment on his ancestors, snorting: "Perhaps it is because you are too talented that King Yanluo deliberately caused your death"
The king is asking you a question, respond quickly! However, Hei Wuchang has completely frozen.
In front of the library stands a grove of phoenix trees, approximately twenty to thirty in number. Every spring, when the purple flowers hang abundantly from the branches, the entire library is enveloped in a unique sea of fragrance. Unfortunately, summer has long since arrived, the flowers have withered, and only the lush green leaves remain, whispering in the morning breeze. Beside the path in the grove, there is a swing, not a narrow wooden plank secured by two iron chains, but a backrest bench that can accommodate two people, currently creaking and singing in the morning wind.
"You really are annoying!" Hei Wuchang's brows furrowed tighter, as if he had reached his limit of patience. He began to grit his teeth and glared fiercely at Hong Qu, saying, "What do you want? This is our job!"
Bai Zheng blinked her eyes and nodded slightly
Her memories of her grandmother are very limited. Even her father probably knows very little. It is said that her grandparents ran an antique shop, and her grandfather passed away before her father was born, while her grandmother died during childbirth—this is the traditional narrative. However, her father claims it was because he was too powerful, and her grandmother gave birth to a strong heir, who... went to serve in hell... Later, the antique shop could not be sustained and was sold, and her father was raised by a friend of her grandfather during his lifetime.
As the conversation unfolded, the outline of an immensely grand hall gradually became visible
I already know this! Talking to this uncle is the most exhausting part for Hong Qu, as he keeps repeating the new words he has learned. However, didn't I clearly see through this relationship in my previous life, and didn't I say I wouldn't disturb others?
Yama sighed and replied with great disappointment: "You need not worry about such futile matters—after Xuanyan fell into the realm of hungry ghosts, Yingxing automatically relinquished her fate of being human in this life."
"Truly worthy of the bloodline of the Water-Dispelling Palace." Hong Qu heard Bai Wuchang muttering softly beside her: "The perspective on issues is completely different from that of ordinary people"
What? Red yeast is gently protesting: "Isn't this what most people consider 'normal'?"
In that moment, a wave of bitterness suddenly surged within Hong Qu, and the melancholic anger made her vision darken. Uncertain if it was another hallucination, Hong Qu suddenly heard the sound of bells—amidst the "dang dang" of the bells, the space abruptly twisted again, and the visitors from hell could not conceal their astonishment, vanishing like smoke in the distorted space.
No, Hong Qu said hesitantly: "Grandma..." Hong Qu felt it was quite awkward to call such a young and beautiful woman "Grandma," but Wei Xiang seemed rather pleased.
Heiyuchang fell silent for a moment and calmly replied: "Lord Fushui, he was originally a steward who governed human emotions. However, one day, he suddenly told the Fire Goddess that there was a woman who was exceptionally noble and sincere, and she should not reincarnate in the 'human realm' but should ascend to become a deity. Yet, that woman was destined to reincarnate in the mortal world for ten lifetimes. Lord Fushui, attracted by her, recklessly descended to the human realm and married her reincarnation. But life in the world is ever-changing, and this world is not the same as the previous one. The woman in this reincarnation was but a fraction of her former self. Lord Fushui gradually could not endure the deceit and treachery of the human world, and after his wife's passing, he returned to hell. The rest of the story has also been told by your father. In short, Lord Fushui was punished for this matter, and after his offspring took over, he stepped into the darkest part of hell, where he continues to suffer until now"
"Ha, I didn't expect you to still have a sense of humor!" Hong Qu patted Hei Wuchang on the shoulder, not believing his words. "I thought your mind had long since stiffened... How long have you been in hell?"
"Impossible!" Hong Qu hurriedly interrupted his father's thoughts to prevent the topic from veering into darker territory, "No parent in the world wishes for anything other than their children to be healthy and live long, and Grandma must feel the same way!" Having said this in one breath, Hong Qu felt that this reason could fully justify his stance, so he quickly concluded, "It must be this way! Therefore, Dad, you need to live well! In the future, avoid associating with those dubious friends!"
So why did it take you so long to become a black impermanence
Heavens! Could it be that they are looking for a scapegoat's vengeful spirit? This terrifying thought made Hong Qu want to flee, but she heard Bai Zheng continue, "... that has been my recent hobby!" She lifted her head, her face once again beaming with a radiant smile, and asked, "Did I startle you?"
Meng Po still smiled gently, "So what? Imagination can be cultivated! Little girl, you can just call me Meng Po—everyone else does."
"What! Bai Wuchang? That little boy?" Hong Qu was even more surprised
Hong Qu firmly believed from a young age that her life had nothing to do with ghosts and spirits, as she lacked the talent for communicating with the supernatural. Her father, Qiu He, had a strong sixth sense and an astonishing imagination, none of which were inherited by his daughter, which often made Hong Qu feel guilty towards her father. However, no matter how hard she tried to change, her efforts always ended in failure—she found it strange that her mind was so objective and clear-headed, perceiving everything in the world as quite ordinary, unable to discern any hidden mysteries within.
She grew into a realistic person in the real world, not expecting to one day see the supernatural beings her father spoke of
Oh? Let's go to that place where there is nothing at all—there is nothing.
For several thousand years? The hair of Hong Qu tightened slightly, and she shivered, completely captivated by his innocent smile and strange question. Then, Hei Wuchang coldly remarked: "What difference does it make if you remember?"
Hong Qu glared at him and growled darkly: "Have I not made myself clear enough? Who do you think you are? Do you want to decide my father's life or death? No way! You are not allowed to take my dad away, go back to your own place!"
Silence quickly spread among the crowd until the bull-headed one let out a long sigh and was the first to speak: "I told you, she doesn't believe it. She used to regard me as a pervert associated with mad cow disease." It seems he still holds a grudge
The King of Hell quietly gazed at her for a while. "I have heard that you prevented the Black and White Impermanence from taking your father's soul... Why do you obstruct the procedures of the underworld?"
... ...
The term "colleague" brought to Hong Qu's mind the images of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the black and white impermanence. She furrowed her brows and said, "I hate hell; I will strive to ascend to heaven in the future"
The first generation of stewards of the Four Halls was selected from four noble and ancient divine clans. Your ancestor, the Water-Dispelling Duke, was a small dragon before taking office. As time has passed, now only the masters of the Water-Dispelling Hall and the Earth-Shaking Hall are descendants of the divine clans. However, the stewards of the Four Halls still enjoy high prestige, being legitimate deities who can ascend to the heavenly court alongside King Yama and the Ten Kings of Hell
Bai Zheng's expression suddenly turned very sorrowful, her head slowly drooping, strands of hair falling over her face, and her hand tightly gripping the iron chain trembled uncontrollably—her deeply sorrowful reaction made Hong Qu feel extremely apologetic. Just as he was about to apologize, he heard Bai Zheng's low voice utter a shocking piece of news: "From this high swinging swing... flying out, crashing into the opposite phoenix tree..."
Hongqu was astonished by these novel stories, with excitement shining in his eyes
The Red Rice House is a small villa located on the outskirts of the city—my father enjoys tranquility, so he purchased a standalone residence here—there are a total of more than 20 doors, each of which has been given an elegant name by my father, such as "Crossing the Rainbow" and "Peering at the Moon." However, there is no "Subtle Elegance," nor is there any "Door of Destiny."
I have no idea about that! The King of Hell clapped his hands. Before the applause faded, a shadowy figure appeared in a corner of the grand hall
Hong Qu was taken aback and retorted, "Are we leaving now?"
A flicker of unease passed through the eyes of the Black Wuchang as he took a large step forward and shouted into the ear of Hongqu's father: "Qiuhe!"
So that's how it is! Red yeast let out a sigh—science is indeed powerful
I always dream of being abandoned by my own husband ... ... The teasing expression faded from Hong Qu's face, and her brows and eyes were filled with a haunting sorrow that was truly alarming
That can only indicate that King Yama is being unreasonable! Hong Qu continued to puff out his cheeks, expressing his indignation, "How can one make someone die just to have them work for oneself? Moreover, even in hell, Grandma wouldn't want Dad to pass away so early. Dad, will you hope that I die early in the future so that you can be reincarnated?"
There are many peculiar and strange people and events in the world, perhaps to maintain a sense of balance, there are also many ordinary and unremarkable things and unimaginative individuals in the world—"Red Song" undoubtedly belongs to the latter category
Yama, the King of Hell, chuckled, "A family? Do you know how many families you have experienced since your name was entered into the Book of Life and Death?"
Flying over the Hall of Documents, behind it lies the Bridge of Helplessness, where Meng Po is distributing soup on the bridge, accompanied by two apprentices. Upon seeing them fly overhead, Meng Po greets them with a smile, but seems puzzled as to why the visitors are in red.
The black and white impermanence, referred to as "bastards," has finally reappeared after a period of silence. They are unaware of the misdeeds that caused the mother of the red tune to sleep deeply like a statue. Meanwhile, the soul of the original Autumn River is peacefully emitting a glow akin to that of fireflies in their hands
Hong Qu weakly managed to utter a few words: "Heiwuchang?"
Hong Qu decided not to seek a psychologist... She feared that she would be sent to a mental hospital
"Red yeast rice, the library is already full," she said with a gentle smile, "Why not sit with me for a while?"
At that moment, a gust of wind swept through her chest, causing her vision to darken and the world to spin around her, as if the entire universe had twisted in an instant. She had read descriptions of world distortion in some novels, but at this very moment, she finally understood that those descriptions were nothing but nonsense! That feeling of distortion could not be captured by any words!
"Autumn River" is naturally the father of Red Yeast. It was the first time Red Yeast heard someone refer to him as "that kid".
How can they make decisions on such matters! Bai Zheng shrugged and said, You should speak directly with King Yan. He seems quite reasonable.
The judge maintained an air of detachment, completely ignoring their conversation, merely glancing at the watch and reminding, "Fu Shui Gong, please make haste!"
"That being said, I should not have to repay any kindness," Hong Qu said with a gloomy expression, muttering, "It just so happens that I encountered someone who is destined to be a couple for eternity; there is no good outcome to be expected!"
"You really must not be anxious, Weixiang..." King Yanluo began to scratch his head while looking at the crystal ball, "I just happened to analyze the spiritual power of Qiuhé just now... Unfortunately..."
The curiosity was piqued by the red rice, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened to my ancestors later?"
Heiyuchang seems to have some unspeakable difficulties. After much deliberation, he cautiously replied: "Because I have a karmic connection with a woman, destined to be entangled with her for six lifetimes... Until the end of this karmic bond with her, I will choose my own destination."
The Black and White Impermanence often needs to come and go from this place. In the event that this area is damaged in an unforeseen incident, they would encounter trouble. Therefore, I purchased this land to build a house— they usually come and go from the flower cellar, which will not disturb us
The sister with long hair, who always greets Hongqu, is gently swaying on the swing, waving tenderly at Hongqu. She appears to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, tall and slender, with a pair of bright eyes; in short, she is extremely beautiful. Hongqu can always see her smiling beside the phoenix tree, leisurely as if she were a figure from an ancient court painting.
Only my ancestors have devoted their "love"! The red tune sighs, not without regret
As she blinked her eyes and followed her father to the study, looking at him with great anticipation, she had actually searched every suspicious corner of the house at least twice, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious gift in advance, lest it turn out to be truly frightening and cause her to lose her composure in front of her dad—yet this search, like in previous years, ended in failure
Seeing his dedication, Hong Qu couldn't help but sigh. She comfortingly patted Hei Wuchang on the shoulder, "I understand that small people have their own difficulties. I also do not wish to put you in a difficult position. How about this, I will go with you to meet Yan Wang, and ask him to spare my father until he passes away naturally."
"Do not call me Ahei!" Hei Wuchang glared at her and continued discussing with his partner: "Living beings are not like ghosts. Unless there is extremely strong power, it is very difficult to move in and out of the underworld. Hongqu, do you know how dangerous this matter is?"
Indeed. However, Meng Po has her own responsibilities and cannot allow such occurrences. Therefore, even if one party remembers their promise, the other may not necessarily do so. Such an outcome is the most painful... Heiyu Chang did not understand why he felt somewhat despondent, while Hong Qu suspected that it was related to his entangled fate spanning six lifetimes. "Recently, the ingredient for Meng Po's soup, 'Forgetfulness Grass,' has been significantly weakened due to the pollution of the mortal world. Even those who drink the soup may not necessarily forget their past lives. This issue is driving Meng Po to the brink of despair."
Red Yeast! A clear and melodious voice cheerfully called her name
The judge had not been subjected to such scolding for many years. Stunned by the harsh lesson delivered by the red cloth, he involuntarily let go, his face alternating between shades of blue and white, and he stammered as he took a few steps back: "Then, then hurry up and say it..."
Hong Qu's father still showed no reaction, as if those hands were not resting on him at all
This peculiar fellow chuckled foolishly, seemingly quite embarrassed, and stammered, "Can you see me now? Am I the first one you have seen? I think it would be better to introduce myself first..."
Yama nodded in satisfaction, "You are quite clever"
Thus, that lively and spirited original song became a contemplative figure walking with its head bowed
However, for some unknown reason, since then, the number of people greeting Hong Qu on campus suddenly increased— and they were all very kind and amiable strangers. Although it was somewhat inexplicable, she was a natural optimist, so over time, she ended up recognizing quite a few acquaintances.
"Black Wuchang," the King of Hell, Yan Luo, did not want to be embarrassed in front of his subordinates by the comments of Hong Qu, so he said: "You may leave for now!"
It is simply that the negative energy is too overwhelming! It gives me goosebumps... Red Qu pushed them behind and issued an eviction order: "Why are you here again? What mischief have you done? Why are my parents sleeping so soundly?"
The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing an unmistakable surprise and panic. This situation had never occurred before! Since his birth, Fu Shui Gong had known them, and the circumstances of not being able to see or hear them had never happened!
Eight times ... ... This is the eighth time. Previously, there were six times when we met here, and each time you would say the same thing. ... ... I have always been curiously looking forward to seeing you again to see if you would still say the same thing, and yet you say this every time. However, do you remember how many times you have achieved the 'happiness' you have been striving for?
The green structure with dragon carvings on the east is the Fushui Hall, where the steward is your grandmother. The red structure with phoenix carvings on the south is the Jiehuo Hall; the silver-white structure with tiger carvings on the west is the Yaofeng Hall; the black structure with Xuanwu carvings on the north is the Dongdi Hall
Everyone! My father smiled and nodded at that group of people, "Let me introduce—my daughter, Hongqu!"
She wore a sky-blue long dress embroidered with a golden dragon, her long hair flowing freely behind her, enhancing her graceful demeanor and relaxed aura. The woman faced the King of Hell, and when she turned to look at Hong Qu, Hong Qu felt her entire being stiffen— it was a perfect face, one that even the most outstanding painter could not replicate in beauty. Just gazing at her made Hong Qu forget to breathe. The woman faced the King of Hell, and when she turned to look at Hong Qu, Hong Qu felt her entire being stiffen— it was a perfect face, one that even the most outstanding painter could not replicate in beauty. Just gazing at her made Hong Qu forget to breathe
In my father's bright eyes, there was a kind of unfamiliar brilliance—different from the yearly familiar expressions of jest, mischief, and excitement. He appeared somewhat lonely, as if he were suppressing some intense emotion. This brilliance made him even more mysterious, and his words seemed to be filled with enigmas: "Not yet, you still cannot see. Wait a moment."
Thus, the impression of Hongqu on grandmother is zero. I only heard my father say: "Your grandfather's name is Yuan Jingchao; your grandmother's name is Long Weixiang, a very beautiful name, isn't it? It is said that her appearance was also extremely beautiful..."