Chapter 968

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

The highest mountain in hell is Mount Tai, which used to be the symbol of supreme power in the era of Fujun;

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 Yinshan in the sun, and there is also one in the hell. However, this Yinshan in hell is located in the middle and back section of huangquan road. Standing on the mountain, you can see the huangquan road from the West below, and see the spirits who are walking towards the bridge.

It's like standing by the Yangtze River and watching the river go east. Actually, it has a similar feeling.

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

In the early period, the government established a monarchy system to govern hell and set Mount Tai as the main court.

That day, it was a long way from now.

On that day, the early generations took their own place in Mount Tai, and created the era of the emperor of hell, and carried out Zen in Mount Tai.

At the same time,

also on that day,

a monkey with black eyes and purple eyes came to Yinshan Mountain, crossed the top of Yinshan Mountain with a fist, and directly cut the highest mountain in hell into the second highest.

As time flies,

the early generation has already become a thing of the past. Even the purple golden monkey has entered the final end under the gaze of the king of Qin Guang.

But Yinshan, the area that was cut down in those days, was covered with a palace, which had no owner.

It is said that when the ten hall Yan Luo set up the Yin division, the Yan Luo people originally planned to build a hall in the Yin Mountain to serve as a Dharma field for the Tibetan king and Bodhisattva.

Then imitate the monkey in the early days, cut off two ends of Mount Tai, and turn Yinshan into the highest mountain in hell.

Maybe this is the game of power.

Today, you cut a piece;

tomorrow, he cut another layer.

The Bodhisattva refused, and built a small temple on Mount Tai to live in.

It's impossible for anyone else to live in this temple. However, there are some ghost repairmen or senior officials who come here to have a rest. It's a bit like a temporary resort.

Maybe because when it was built, it was really very attentive. It transplanted many rare colored vegetation in hell, which is a rare place of "flowers" in hell.

At this time,

in a pavilion on the northwest side of the palace,

two judges with yellow belts on their waists are sitting there eating wine, and in the woods outside the pavilion, there are three dancing Ji.

Hell's entertainment life is not really rich. It's not that the people here don't know how to enjoy it. It's because the world of flowers in the sun has experienced many things. Many things are really like the past. When you're old, when you've experienced a lot, or when you're dead and have been a ghost for many years, it doesn't matter.

A pot of wine, a dish of vegetables.

The two judges enjoyed themselves.

The order of the system from the bottom to the top is the practice of ghost, ghost, Constable, patrol, judge, and Yama.

In contrast to the official system in Yangjian, the king of Tibet is the Supreme Master. Although the curtain is placed, everyone knows who is the real core and speaker of the current cases.

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

The law enforcement team is similar to the royal guards.

Ten hall Yan Luo is ten princes guarding all aspects of hell. The judge is a formal official. The seven color belt corresponds to the seven grades to the first grade;

patrol inspection is equivalent to the county captain, that is, the public security director of the county and the city, followed by the sheriff and ghost messenger.

The intern ghost is similar to the current contract workers in Yangjian, and similar to the militia without clear organization before.

I can't afford to call it the gold medal patrol inspection at the beginning. It's the most beautiful one in the patrol inspection. It doesn't seem so dignified.

However, we need to know that the Bodhisattvas do not go out of the temple, and the ten halls and the Yan Luo do not show up. Although there are many judges, they are still poor in the whole hell. The first person in the patrol inspection is really not bad.

It's a bit like the police chief of the strongest city in the country. This position and the future are obvious.

These two judges of yellow tape have stepped into the rank level, but to be honest, they are in a very awkward position. The people below look at the scenery, but they don't take you seriously at all.

Both of them were scholars in the late Qing Dynasty. A man with bad luck died on the way when he was released; a man who studied in the Imperial Academy was originally a noble family. After all, the Imperial Academy is a good place for his qualifications, but after several years of study, he also died.The similarity of fate makes two people become friends in hell. When they are free, they always like to have a drink and chat here.

They wasted or missed nothing in Yangjian officialdom. In fact, they are not far apart from each other in the underworld. In terms of actual power, they may not be better than the red tape of those key departments.

The state of work is often a cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a report to see a day.

On the contrary, when they get together, they can recite poems to make right, which is more in line with their pursuit of spiritual life.

In the past few decades, they have written too many poems, but they are the same as the former Emperor Qianlong when they were in Yangjian. They wish to write one poem a day, but it can be a classic None.

But they continued to enjoy it.

Under the influence of alcohol,

obviously not intoxicated,

but pretended to be slightly intoxicated,

raised his head,

squinted,

looked at the blood moon in the sky.

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

It doesn't bend, it doesn't get disabled, it doesn't get dark, it doesn't get round. "

"You're wrong. It's a small round. It's not as big or bright as before."

A year and a half ago,

a man came to hell,

shouted the blood moon from the sky, and

smashed it to the King City of Song Dynasty.

The two judges looked at each other and laughed together.

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

Of course,

at the same time of hate,

is also mixed with indescribable fear,

after all,

in this world, people who enjoy the moon are like crucian carp, but few people are really qualified to be hit by the moon.

They laughed enough,

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

It doesn't matter what poems you write. Over the years, whatever poems you write, you have also written them. Now it's just to play with your nature.

However,

just at this time,

a person picked up the brush and pointed to the path position on the hillside, and

said:

"Hey, there is still a moon watcher standing there."

The companions also look at the past in the direction of their fingers.

the Yinshan Mountain is very high, but they are smart and discerning. As judges, even if they are not powerful, they have at least some skills.

Even from afar,

can be seen clearly,

on the path,

a man in a popular masculine costume is standing there,

looks up to the moon.

"He takes it seriously."

"Yes, I was fascinated."

The palace on the Yinshan Mountain is not guarded here because there is no definite owner.

But because it's close to huangquan Road, it's the end of huangquan Road, so there's a outpost where there are thousands of ghosts and hundreds of captains.

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

It's impossible for ordinary sneaky people to come here. At least, it's the judges, or the patrol inspectors who want to know some big people and have some face.

"It's a little strange."

"I haven't seen it."

Hell is very big. The main city of hell is one by one, but there are still ten by one below. Now, there are only nine left.

You know, because we have different personalities, sometimes the judges of one of Yanluo's subordinates may not know each other, let alone other judges of his highness.

Therefore,

do not know,

is normal.

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

"It's been a while. I've studied ink."

They stopped paying attention to the man and began to write poems.

After the poem is written,

exchanges and appraises each other,

the two cooperate tacitly, they can get each other's coquettes,

under a kind of commercial mutual blowing,

are very happy.

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 the hell moon looks like. It's better to find a chance to return the sun and see the moon in the sun."

"Hello

One of the judges shouted.

"What do you call him to do?"

"Shout and shout, you see, he looks to us, hello!!!!!!""Ha ha, call him for a drink?"

"That's what it means, you shout."

"Hello!!!!! If you look at the moon, it will not come down. Why don't you come up and have a drink with us... "

The shouting stopped abruptly,

in the gape of the two yellow ribbon judges,

the blood moon in the sky suddenly shuddered,

then with a little urgency,

with a little expectation,

with a little wriggle,

with a little desire to refuse or welcome,

with a little impatience,

no matter what they were carrying,

always open with great honesty Falling!

At this moment,

hell is one of the earthquakes,

because someone will raise his head inadvertently,

look up to the sky.

Then I blinked and felt that there was something missing,

then I realized that the moon was gone!

"Dong Dong Dong Dong!!!!"

The imperial city of Song Dynasty, which has just completed half of the restoration project, has sounded the alarm bell representing the emergency situation,

an old judge with only the upper half of his body and soul standing on the top of the city with a gong and drum, knocking and shouting: "the moon is coming down again!"

At this moment,

a person,

a month,

is heading west.