Chapter 965

The wind of hell is still as bleak as ever;

In fact, even if the warm wind of Yangzhou is moved here at this moment, it will be assimilated by the environment of hell in an instant.

The highest mountain in hell is Mount Tai, which was once the supreme symbol of power in the Fujun era;

Of course, it is the same now, because Bodhisattva built his temple there.

The second highest mountain in hell is Yinshan.

There is also a hell mountain in the sun, and there is also a hell mountain, but this hell mountain is located in the middle and rear section of huangquan road. Standing on the mountain, you can overlook the huangquan road that drives down from the west, and you can see the dead souls who are closely packed up and walking towards the Naihe bridge.

It's like standing by the Yangtze River and watching the river go east. In fact, I have a similar feeling.

In fact, at the beginning, Yinshan was higher than Mount Tai.

The early Dynasty calmed down the turbulent era, established the system of governing hell, and established Mount Tai as the main court.

That day, it was far away from now.

On that day, the early dynasty took its own place in Mount Tai, created the reign of the Lord of hell, and held a Buddhist ceremony in Mount Tai.

At the same time,

Also on that day,

A monkey with dark body and purple eyes came to Yinshan. With one punch, he cut off the top of Yinshan and directly cut the highest mountain in hell to the second highest.

Time flies,

The early Dynasty has long been a thing of the past, and even the purple golden monkey has entered the final end under the gaze of King Qin Guang.

However, Yinshan, an area that was flattened in those days, was covered with a palace, which was ownerless.

It is said that when the ten hall Yama established the Yin division, the yamas originally planned to build a temple in the Yin Mountain and use it as a Dharma ground for the Tibetan king Bodhisattva.

Then follow the example of the monkey in the early days of that year, cut off both ends of Mount Tai, and turn Yinshan into the highest peak in hell.

Perhaps this is the game of power.

Today, you cut off a piece;

Tomorrow, he will cut another layer.

The Bodhisattva king of Tibet refused and built a small temple on Mount Tai to live in.

Naturally, no one dares to live in this temple. However, usually, some ghost monks or dignitaries will come here to rest, which means that this place is a temporary resort.

Maybe it's because when it was built here, it really worked hard and transplanted many colorful vegetation rare in hell, which is a rare place in hell.

At this time,

In a pavilion on the northwest side of the temple,

Two judges with yellow belts around their waists were sitting there eating wine,

In the woods outside the pavilion, there are three dancers dancing.

The entertainment life in hell is really not rich. It's not that the people here don't know how to enjoy it, but because of the colorful world in the sun. They have also experienced many things. Many things are really like the clouds and smoke in the past. When you are old, when you experience more, or when you die and have been a ghost for many years, it doesn't matter.

A pot of wine, a dish.

The two judges enjoyed themselves.

The order of Yin division system from bottom to top is: internship ghost difference, ghost difference, Constable, patrol inspection, judge, and king of hell.

Compared with the officialdom system of Yangjian, the king of Tibetans is equivalent to the Supreme Master. Although the curtain is placed, everyone knows who is the real core and talker of the current Yinshi.

Listening is a little equivalent to the feeling of the grand eunuch, who is responsible for listening to all trends.

The law enforcement team is similar to the royal guards.

The ten halls of hell are ten princes who guard all aspects of hell. The judges are official officials, and the seven color belts correspond to from seven grades to one grade;

Patrol inspection is equivalent to the county captain, that is, the public security director of the county and city, followed by the constable and ghost.

The intern ghost is almost the same as the current contract workers in Yangjian, and is similar to the militia that was not clearly established before.

Ann can't afford to be called the gold medal patrol at the beginning, which is the most beautiful one in the patrol. It doesn't seem to be very expensive.

But you know, the Bodhisattva of the Tibetans didn't go out of the temple, and the yama of the ten halls basically didn't appear. Although the number of judges was quite a lot, it was still "too few" in the whole hell. On the premise that the first person in the patrol was really not bad.

It's a bit like the director of public security of the strongest city in the country. This position and the future are obvious.

These two yellow belt judges have stepped into the level of grade, but to be honest, they are in a very embarrassing position. The people below see you feel beautiful, but the top doesn't take you seriously at all.

Both of them were scholars in the late Qing Dynasty,

One was unlucky and died on the road when he was released;

One who studied in the Imperial Academy was originally a noble family background. After all, the Imperial Academy is a good place to cook qualifications, but after a few years of studying, he also died of illness.

The similarity of fate makes the two people become friends in hell. When they are free, they always like to make an appointment here to drink and chat.

The two of them wasted or missed nothing in the official arena of the sun, and in the hell, they are actually the same. In terms of actual authority, they may not be as good as those red belts of key departments.

The state of going to work is often a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, and a report for a day.

Instead, when they get together, reciting poems against each other is more in line with their pursuit of spiritual life.

Over the past few decades, the two have written too many poems, but they are the same as the former Emperor Qianlong when they were in the sun. They want to write one poem a day, but they can become classics... None of them.

But they continued to enjoy it.

After drinking,

Clearly not intoxicating,

But pretend to feel slightly drunk,

Raise your head,

Squint,

Look at the blood moon in the sky.

"The moon in hell is not as beautiful as the moon in the sun. It has been the same model for thousands of years.

It won't bend, break, darken or round. "

"You're wrong. It's obviously a small round, not as big as it used to be, and not as bright as it used to be."

A year and a half ago,

A man came to hell,

Shouted the blood moon from the sky,

Smashed the King City of Song Dynasty.

The two judges looked at each other and laughed together.

Because now when they meet some colleagues of the King City of Song Dynasty, they often look up at the blood moon hanging on it and hate their teeth itching.

Yes, of course,

While hating,

Mixed with indescribable fear,

After all,

In this world, people last month are like crucian carp crossing the river, but few people are really qualified to be hit by the moon.

They laughed enough,

They took out their pen, ink, paper and inkstone and prepared to write poems.

As for what poetry to write, it doesn't matter. Over the years, no matter what poetry is about, what should be written has also been done. Now it's nothing more than random play.

however,

At this time,

A man picked up a brush and suddenly pointed to the path on the hillside,

Avenue:

"Hey, there's still a moon watcher standing there."

The companion also looked in the direction he pointed,

Yinshan is very high, but they are clear-sighted. As judges, even if they are no longer powerful, they still have at least one skill.

Even far away,

You can see clearly,

On the path,

A man in a fashionable dress in the sun is standing there,

look at the bright moon.

"He took it very seriously."

"Yes, I was fascinated."

Since there is no definite owner of this palace on the Yinshan Mountain, naturally no one comes here to guard it.

But because it is close to huangquan Road, this is the end of huangquan Road, so there is a post here, where there are thousands of ghosts and hundreds of captains.

While supervising huangquan Road, he is also in charge of the co defense at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary sneakers to enter here. At least, it has to be a judge, or a patrol inspector who wants to know some big people and has some face can enter.

"A little strange."

"I haven't seen it."

Hell is very big. The main city of Yin Si is one by one, but there are ten ones below. Although now, there are only nine left.

You know, because everyone has different personalities, sometimes the judges under Yan Luo may not know each other, let alone other judges of his highness Yan Luo.

So,

incognizance,

It's normal.

"He's been watching it for a long time."

"It's been a while, and I've finished my ink."

The two stopped paying attention to the one and began to write poems.

After the poem is written,

It's exchange and mutual appreciation,

The two cooperate tacitly, and both of them can flirt with each other,

Under the mutual praise of business,

All enjoyed themselves.

then,

One of the judges looked at the hillside again.

"Look, he's still standing there."

"No, I'm still enjoying the moon."

"It's addictive."

"Yes, I don't know. What's so beautiful about the moon in hell? It's better to find an opportunity to return the sun and see the moon in the sun."

"Hello!!!!!!"

One of the judges shouted.

"What did you call him to do?"

"Shout, look, he looks at us, Hello!!!"

"Hehe, call him up for a drink?"

"That's what you want. Shout."

"Hey!!!!! If you look at the moon again, the moon won't come down. It's better to come up and have a drink with us......"

The shouting stopped abruptly,

In the dumbfounded of the two yellow belt judges,

The blood moon in the sky suddenly trembled,

Then with a little eagerness,

With a little expectation,

With a little pinch,

Refuse and welcome with a little desire,

With a little impatient,

No matter what you bring,

Always very honest body began to fall!

At this moment,

The four sides of hell were shocked,

Because someone will inadvertently look up,

Look up to the sky.

Then he blinked and felt something missing,

Later, I realized that,

The moon is gone!

"Dong Dong Dong Dong!!!!"

The Song Dynasty Imperial City, which has just completed half of the restoration project, sounded the alarm bell representing an emergency,

An old magistrate with only the ghost of his upper body stood on the city head with gongs and drums, beating and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Damn it, the moon is coming down again!"

At this moment,

single,

A month,

It's heading west.