Hearing the big crow's words, Zhuzi rowed his oars a few numbly and leaned the boat to the shore.

Without his call, Zhang Daya's ghost had already floated out of the cabin and floated off the boat. Then the big crow shook his feathers and fell to the ground and turned into a man with a black face and black robe. He swung the chain in his hand and trapped Zhang Daya, pulled him away!

"Hey!"

Zhuzi shouted hesitantly, and the other party paused, his tone was fierce: "What are you doing!"

Zhuzi retreated in fear, but his full doubt made him muster up the courage to ask: "Big, brother, where are you going to take the Zhang sister?"

The man in black robe turned into a big crow trembled impatiently and said, "Since she committed suicide, she would not have to cross the Naihe Bridge after her death and sent her to the Wudi City to be imprisoned, waiting for her original life to be exhausted and she would be wiped out before she could be reincarnated."

Zhuzi heard it was Naihe Bridge and the City of Wudi, and he felt even more frightened in his heart. He asked in a trembling voice: "Is this the underworld?"

"Hahaha, I'm really a newcomer! When you come a few more times, you'll know where this place is."

The man in black robe laughed out loud, but Zhuzi was shocked: "I'm going to come here again?"

"Tsk! Since you have been chosen as the ferryman, you must continue to do the job of attracting the deceased. This is a matter of accumulating great merits. Think about it, you are also giving people to reincarnation."

Zhuzi stumbled and said, "Can I...I...not do this job?"

The other party seemed to have not heard him say at all, and suddenly shouted: "By the way, I almost forgot something!"

He shook his sleeves and saw a black light flying over and landing on the pillar's hand.

However, it was a dark wooden sign. As soon as it arrived in his hand, Zhuzi felt a warm feeling surge in his body, as if an invisible cover was covering him, and the cold and bone-eroding coldness on his body was also dispelled a lot.

"This is the identity token you walk in the underworld. With this token in your body, you will not be mistaken for a lonely ghost and will be arrested again, so don't lose it! Don't stay here for a long time and leave quickly."

After saying this, the man in black robe had already pulled Zhang Daya's ghost away, and soon his figure melted into the vast fog and disappeared.

When Zhuzi vaguely saw that Zhang Daya, who had always been as ignorant as a wooden stake, looked at him and nodded slightly.

Holding the wooden sign, the pillar was still confused, but unfortunately the man in black robe had disappeared without a trace. The boat under him shook slightly at this time, slowly turned his head, and returned to the road when he was traveling.

Because he was restless before, he did not dare to look around carefully. At this time, he calmed down and found that the turbulent river water under his feet was almost black blood. The huge black shadows on both sides of the river were all four-sided cities surrounded by high walls. Some strange black shadows were shady in the fog, and occasionally there were ghost crying that made people feel cold on their backs.

It was not until the river water surging again and the hull began to bump, that the pillar realized that he had returned to the Nulong River.

The sky was gloomy and clouds were scattered, and a crescent moon hung high above his head. It was only half an hour before he came out of Aunt Chunhua's house.

Zhuzi almost thought he had just had a dream, but the ebony sign in his hand reminded him heavily that he had just gone to the underworld!

A few days later, Zhuzi became a little absent-minded and seemed to be very worried. The people who came to take the boat thought he was upset about the Zhang father and son, and they all expressed their comfort.

Zhuzi couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he could only do it.

The second time I saw the ghost was half a month later. An old man from a man named Du from Yanshang Village went there. He also went to accompany him with a gift. After sitting on the mat, he walked back to the shore with the moonlight, and saw the dead old man standing next to the wooden stake where the boat was tied.

After rebirth, Zhuzi was no longer so scared this time. After observing in the distance for a while, he slowly walked over.

Old Man Du died, so except that his body was as weak as a shadow, his appearance looked exactly the same as before. Seeing him, the groggy old man slowly raised his head and said slowly: "Oh... it's... the pillar..."

Each stroke is long, vague and grim.

Zhuzi was in a very complicated mood, and after a while he started to speak, "Why don't you sit in the boat first?"

Old Man Du shook his head at a very slow speed: "No... has arrived...time."

Zhuzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It's great! You don't have to be in the same boat with the ghost for a long time.

He hid in the cabin and looked at the shore from time to time. When he turned around, he found that there was another one behind Old Man Du!

Zhuzi was shocked, poked his head out, and then was so scared that he fell back into the cabin!

The new ghost's clothes were almost torn into strips of cloth, and his face was cut several times, and the sticky blood dripped all over the floor.

At this time, another ghost came, but this one looked fierce and had several blood holes on his body.

The two ghosts got together and immediately became fierce from Mu Daidai's state. They stared at each other with hatred, and could fight at any time!

Both of them looked very handsome and didn't look like villagers from nearby villages.

Fortunately, it was about time. The old man in the front floated onto the boat first. The pillar hurriedly let him outside the cabin. Seeing the two ghosts hesitated for a moment, they finally didn't take action and floated up.

He untied the rope in fear. If he was destined to be unable to escape the ferryman's duties, then now he just wanted to send these ghosts to the underworld quickly and get things done.

After reunited to the dead river, the boat stopped on the shore before it took a long time to travel. Two ghosts with long forks in their hands and green faces and fangs came on board, caught the two ghosts covered in blood and pulled them down.

The two souls were no longer fierce. One was so scared that he shivered, and the other shouted "unfairly accused" and was finally dragged down.

Seeing this, Zhuzi asked nervously: "Two ghost messengers, where are you going to catch them?"

One of them looked back at him and said sternly: "The two of them stole money, extorted money, committed money and killed money, and then fought each other until they died. They were sent to the hell of mortar and meat sauce for trial. If the crime is true, they will be punished by rolling oil and cooking oil, and then open their chests. After suffering for a long time, they will be transferred to the Eighth Hall, and then sent to the small prison to be punished, and then asked him for guilt!"

Zhuzi was so scared that he didn't dare to ask again, watching the two extremely terrifying ghost messengers dragging the man away.

Old Man Du, who was sitting in the cabin, said with a slightest voice: "You should... be... good person..."

The boat continued to move forward, carrying a person and a soul, crossed the hell of the mortar and meat sauce, and then passed the city of Wude Death. A bridge appeared in front of it. A large bluestone stood beside the bridge. The words on the stone were as bright as blood. Four big words were engraved on the top, "Go to the other side early" and the words "Three Lives Stone" were also displayed on the other side.

A long list of ghosts with a dazed look on the bridge was lined up by the bridge, and an old lady was standing on the bridge, taking soup to the ghosts.

Zhuzi thought to himself, in such a scene, the bridge should be the Naihe Bridge, and the one who divides the soup is naturally Meng Po.

“Line up!”

A ghost man holding a white stick was shouting, pushing the ghosts that had not stood back into the team. When he saw their ship, he immediately walked to the shore: "Naihe Bridge only collects souls without resentment or grievances."

The boat slowly approached the shore, and Old Man Du floated out of the cabin and stopped when passing by the pillar. His turbid eyes became awake for a moment.

"Zhuzi, my grandson likes to swim by the river the most. I want to worry about taking care of you on weekdays."

Zhuzi nodded quickly and agreed: "Grandpa Du, I understand."

"Okay, I'm leaving, thank you for sending me this journey."

Old man Du floated off the boat, and the ghost messenger called out, "Come here. First, illuminate the Three Life Stone, and write off all the bitterness, joy, joy, laughter, tears, debts, and feelings; then drink Mengpo soup and forget the past. After crossing this bridge, let's go back..."

Zhuzi stood on the boat blankly, only to see six spacious avenues extending to the distance, with countless dead souls crowding together, but quietly walking on these six roads.

It turns out that this is the case after a person dies. The six paths are connected to the six paths of reincarnation, right?

This life has come to an end, and the next life will continue, and the cycle of reincarnation will continue.

...

From then on, Zhuzi began his real life as a ferryman, crossing the river in the daytime, and crossing the dead soul into the underworld at night. Year after year, day after day, I don’t know how many dead souls I have passed, and how many dead souls I have passed.

Whether it is a passerby or a familiar neighbor, there is life and death. If it is death, it is a boat that is sent to the underworld and reincarnation.

What you see and hear during this period is either ups and downs, or twists and turns; some are plain or heartbroken. All kinds of experiences are turned into feelings in your heart, and when you are alone, they chew on them secretly, turning into your own insights.

Zhuzi lived for a total of 81 years, except for the previous twenty-one years, and worked as a ferryman for a full sixty years. When the deadline came, he was still sitting on his boat, listening to the roaring water of the Rage Dragon River, and his expression was peaceful and peaceful.

He was no longer afraid of death.

The sky was so high and so far, Zhuzi slowly closed his eyes, thinking in his heart that he didn't know who would take him into the underworld later, and which path he would be assigned to...

The pillar is dead.

...

His appearance began to change, the wrinkles like knife-carved on his face gradually faded, and his gray hair turned into black hair again. With a sigh, his chest, which had stopped rising and falling, began to beat again.
Chapter completed!