Hearing the big raven's words, the pillar made a few numb strokes of the oars and pulled the boat to the shore.

Without his call, Zhang Daya's ghost had already floated out of the cabin and floated off the ship. Then I saw that the big crow shook its feathers, and turned into a man in a black robe on the ground, and with a flick of the chain in his hand, he lassoed Zhang Daya, and pulled it away!

"Huh!"

The pillar shouted hesitantly, and the other party paused at his feet, and his tone was fierce: "What are you doing!"

Zhuzi retreated in fear, but his doubts made him muster up the courage to ask, "Big, big brother, where are you going to take Sister Zhang?"

The black-robed man who turned into a big crow shook the chains impatiently: "Since she committed suicide, after her death, she doesn't need to cross the Nai He Bridge, and is directly sent to the city of vain death to be imprisoned, waiting for the original yang life to be exhausted, and the resentment can be wiped out before she can be reincarnated." ”

The pillar heard that it was a bridge and a city of death, and his heart was even more frightened, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Is this the underworld?"

"Hahaha, it's a newcomer! When you come a few more times, you'll know where this is. ”

The black-robed man laughed, but the pillar was shocked: "I still want to come here?"

"Tsk, since you have been chosen as the ferryman, it is only natural that you will continue to do the errand of the deceased. This is a great meritorious thing, think about it, you can also be regarded as sending the dead soul into samsara. ”

The pillar muttered, "I...... I...... Can you not do this errand?"

The other party didn't seem to hear him at all, and suddenly shouted, "By the way, I almost forgot something!"

As soon as he flicked his sleeves, he saw a black light fly over and fall on the hand of the pillar.

But it was a dark wooden card, and as soon as it reached his hand, the pillar felt a surge of warmth on his body, as if there was an invisible cover covering him, isolating the fishy yin wind from the outside, and the cold and bone-eroding cold on his body was also dispelled a lot.

"This is your identity token walking in the underworld, with this token on your body, you will not be mistaken for a lonely ghost, and then you will be arrested, so don't lose it! ”

After saying this, the black-robed man had already dragged Zhang Daya's ghost away, and after a short time, his figure melted into the vast fog and disappeared.

The pillar vaguely saw that when he was leaving, Zhang Daya, who had been as ignorant as a wooden stake, raised his head, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

Holding the wooden card, the pillar still felt dazed, but unfortunately the black-robed man had long since disappeared. The boat under him shook slightly, slowly turned its head, and went back the way it had been going.

Before, because he was restless, so he didn't dare to look around, at this time he calmed down, only to find that the turbulent river under his feet was almost black blood yellow, and the huge black shadows on both sides of the river were all square cities surrounded by high walls, some strange black shadows were shadowed in the fog, and occasionally there were chilling ghost cryes coming from it.

It wasn't until the river was rolling again and the boat was jolting that the pillar realized that it was back on the Rfuron River.

The sky was cloudy, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, only half an hour after he came out of Aunt Chunhua's house.

The pillar almost thought that he was just dreaming, but the ebony card in his hand reminded him that he had indeed just made a trip to the Netherworld!

In the next few days, the pillar was a little absent-minded, and the villagers who came to take the boat thought that he was upset by the troubles of the Zhang father and son, and they all expressed comfort.

I can't say that the pillar is suffering, and I can only stop it.

The second time I saw the ghost was half a month later, when an old man from a family surnamed Du went to Yanshang Village, and he went to take a salute, and when he returned to the shore by the moonlight, he saw that the dead old man was also standing by the stake of the boat.

Once born, twice ripe, the pillar was no longer so scared this time, and after observing from a distance for a while, he slowly walked over.

Old man Du is dying, so in addition to his body being as empty as a shadow, his appearance looks the same as when he was alive. Seeing him, the groggy old man slowly raised his head and said slowly, "Oh...... Be...... Pillars......"

Each word dragged on for a long time, vaguely, and felt eerie.

Zhuzi was in a very complicated mood, and it took a while before he replied, "Why don't you sit in the boat first?"

Old man Du shook his head at an extremely slow speed: "No...... Arrive...... Hour. ”

The pillar secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Great! I don't have to be in the same boat with the ghost for a long time.

He hid in the cabin, glanced at the shore from time to time, and when he turned back one time, he found that there was another one standing behind Old Man Du!

The pillar was startled, poked its head out, and then fell back into the cabin in fright!

I saw that the clothes of the new ghost were almost torn into strips of cloth, and his face was slashed several times, and the sticky blood dripped to the ground.

At this time, another ghost came, but this one was full of fierce faces and had several blood holes on his body.

When the two ghosts arrived together, they immediately changed from a dumbfounded state to a fierce one, glaring at each other hatefully, and they could fight at any time!

Both of them looked very raw, and did not look like villagers from a nearby village.

Fortunately, at this time about the hour came, and the old man at the front of the line floated on the boat first, and the pillar hurriedly let out of the cabin, and saw that the two ghosts hesitated for a moment, and finally did not move, and also floated up.

Untied the rope of the ship in fear, if he was destined to be unable to get rid of the duties of the ferryman, then now he just wanted to send these ghosts to the underworld as soon as possible and hand over the errand.

After re-entering the dead river, this time the boat did not travel long before it stopped on the shore, and two ghosts with long forks and green fangs came onto the boat, caught the two bloodstained ghosts, and pulled them down.

The two souls were no longer fierce, one was trembling with fright, and the other shouted "wronged", and they were finally dragged down.

Seeing this, Zhuzi asked with some trepidation, "Where are the two ghost brothers, where are they going to be arrested?"

One of them glanced back at him and said sharply: "These two people stole money, extorted money, sought money and killed each other before their deaths, and they beat each other to death by unevenly dividing the spoils, and they were both sent to the meat sauce hell for trial. If the crime is true, he will be punished by boiling in an oil kettle, and then he will be cut open. After suffering for a long time, he will be transferred to the eighth temple, and he will be sent to a small prison again, and he will be rebuked for his crimes!"

The pillar was too frightened to ask any more questions, and watched as the two terrifying-looking ghosts dragged the man away.

Old man Du, who was sitting in the cabin, said quietly: "I want to ...... Do...... Good man......"

The boat continued to move forward, carrying a man and a soul, crossed the hell of grinding meat sauce, and crossed the city of vain death, a bridge appeared in front, there was a big bluestone standing on the side of the bridge, the words on the stone body were bright red as blood, and there were four big characters engraved on the top of the "early landing on the other side", and there were words "Sansheng Stone" on the other side.

Ghosts in a trance lined up on the side of the bridge, and an old woman was standing on the bridge, holding soup for the ghosts.

Zhu Zixin said, in such a scene, the bridge should be the Nai He Bridge, and the soup is naturally Meng Po.

"It's ready, it's ready!"

A ghost with a white stick was shouting, pushing the ghost back into the line, and when he saw their boat, he immediately walked to the shore: "Nahe Bridge only accepts souls without grievances." ”

The boat slowly landed, and Old Man Du floated out of the cabin, stopping when he passed by the pillar, and a pair of cloudy eyes were awake for a moment.

"Pillar, my grandson likes to swim by the river the most, and I want you to take care of it more on weekdays. ”

The pillar hurriedly nodded and agreed: "Grandpa Du, I know." ”

"Alright, I'm leaving, thank you for giving me this ride. ”

Old man Du floated off the boat, and the ghost messenger beckoned, "Come here." First take the Sansheng Stone, bitterness, joy, sorrow, laughter, tears, debts, all written off, and then drink Meng Po soup and forget the past. After crossing this bridge, let's go back......"

The pillar stood on the boat in a daze, only to see that after crossing the bridge, there were six wide avenues that stretched into the distance, and countless dead souls crowded one after another, but silently, walked on these six roads.

It turns out that this is the situation after death, and the six paths are connected to the six realms of reincarnation, right?

This life is over, and the next life will continue, and the life will be endless, and the cycle will be repeated.

......

Since then, the pillar has begun a real ferryman career, crossing the river by crossing the living during the day, and crossing the dead soul into the underworld at night. Year after year, day after day, I don't know how many living people have been crossed, and I don't know how many dead souls have been crossed.

Whether it is a passing tourist or a familiar neighbor, there is life and death, and if it dies, it is a boat, which is sent to the underworld by him and reincarnated.

In the meantime, what you see and hear is either ups and downs, or a hundred turns and thousands of turns, or plain, or broken. All kinds of experiences are turned into feelings in my heart, and I chew them secretly when I am alone, and turn them into my own feelings.

The pillar lived a total of eighty-one years, and except for the previous twenty-one years, he was a ferryman for a full sixty years. When the time came, he was still sitting on his boat, listening to the roaring sound of the Nulong River, and his expression was peaceful and peaceful.

He has no fear of death.

The sky was so high, so far away, the pillar slowly closed his eyes, and he still wondered who would take him into the underworld later, and he didn't know which of the six realms he would be assigned to......

The pillar died.

......

His countenance began to change, his wrinkled face faded, his gray hair turned green again, and with a soft sigh, his chest, which had stopped heaving, began to beat again.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes.