The papers were cut into simple shapes and appeared very vivid.
Beyond that, there was nothing else inside.
It could be said that it was an empty coffin, but it wasn’t really empty.
Bai Lixin went to the next coffin, and before he could push it open, a force came over and immediately opened the coffin.
Dijia stood by Bai Lixin’s side and spoke calmly, “I’m strong as well, it’s easy to open the coffin.”
‘I’m stronger than you, okay? So you can totally rely on me!’
Bai Lixin looked at Dijia uncertainly and proceeded to look inside.
The contents are no different from the first coffin, it also had a red cloth, paper money, and small piles of paper on the cloth.
They opened all the coffins and found the same contents.
Dijia: “What do we do now?”
Bai Lixin reached out and took a yellow piece of paper out of the coffin; he held the wall of the coffin with the other hand, his face showing hesitation.
From what he heard from the corpse drivers yesterday, Yanwang town had many residents. Although the town looked deserted now, its buildings and living conditions still looked good.
There are so many courtyards, so it was reasonable to say that there were several people in the town.
But where did they all go?
From the time he entered the town yesterday, the only person he had seen was the old man from the coffin house.
They couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air, could they? Everything had to follow logic.
The two corpse drivers said that Yanwang Town had become weird, starting with the cooked body parts.
Bai Lixin thoughtfully put the paper back in the coffin and suggested, “I want to go to the Yama Temple to have a look.”
Dijia frowned, “What’s the point of going there?”
“Uh,” Bai Lixin lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, “I want to go and pay my respects to King Yama. It’s very effective, I prayed to get rich overnight, and my wish was really granted. It gave me hope for life. It’s been so long since I’ve been there; King Yama must be lonely, right?”
Dijia pursed his lips and secretly put a hand over his chest.
‘My chest is swelling; what’s wrong with me?’
The boy was so nice; he was standing in a courtyard full of coffins and still thinking of him!
How long had it been since he met someone who knew how to be grateful?
Dijia took a deep breath and asked tentatively, “King Yama helped you, so how do you feel about him?”
‘How do I feel?’
Bai Lixin froze for a moment, if it wasn’t for his strong head, he would have been smashed to death by the jade tiles. What do you think I feel?
“Gratitude, adoration, and love, of course.” Bai Lixin smiled faintly, “He’s so good, worthy of being the King of the Underworld.”
Dijia’s chest swelled even more, and his face became hotter.
He stumbled over his words, “So, do you like Yama?”
Bai Lixin: “Yes, I like him.”
For the God of Wealth, even if the jade tiles smash me to death, I still have to say something good.
Dijia secretly lowered his head, using the darkness to hide his reddening cheeks and earlobes.
‘He likes me! He actually likes me.’
But because they are from different worlds, it won’t work out.
But the young man is good, won’t he feel very sad?
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In the live broadcast room.
[Hahaha, God Xin doesn’t seem to know that King Yama is the big boss. I want to go into the screen, grab God Xin’s ear, and tell him that your old attacker is King Yama!]
[Moreover, the old attacker is shamelessly taking the little dumpling’s credit.]
[Little dumpling: Father didn’t do anything at all, it’s me who poured the money.]
[Big boss: A world of self-strategy has been achieved.]
[Hahaha, I could easily hear how perfunctory God Xin’s statement is from across the screen, but I didn’t expect the big boss to believe it! And are you blushing? Why are you covering your chest? Is your heart beating faster?]
[Does someone in the underworld have a heartbeat?]
[There is a disorder in the medical world called “phantom limb pain,” where a person still feels pain from a part that has been amputated. I think the big boss has a disease that makes him think he has a heart, and it’s still pounding.]
[So the “heart” beats for God Xin?]
[Wow, that’s so romantic. “I haven’t had a heart for so long, but I feel it beating because of you.” Fuck, the scene has instantly upgraded.]
[So when will the big boss confess that he is King Yama?]
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“Hiss, why do I feel that the Yama temple I saw in the land of living souls is not the same as this one?”
The Yama temple before them had long been deserted, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the ground inside the temple had weeds all over the place.
Inside the main hall, Bai Lixin looked up at the huge stone statue of King Yama on the altar.
The demon face looked ferocious, and he had fangs. The dark green face glowed green in the darkness.
The shape of the stone statue was very different from what he had seen before, especially the feeling the stone statue gave.
The feeling was not caused by the light and shadow of the surrounding darkness, but by the stone statue itself.
Although the stone statue on the side of the living souls was also green-faced and had fangs, it still looked righteous. But the stone statue here gave off a sense of evil from its eyes, it looked spooky and evil.
It did not look like King Yama, who was in charge of matters of life and death, but more like an evil god worshipped by some evil organizations.
Dijia’s expression instantly condensed once he saw the stone statue. He immediately walked to the side of the stone statue and slapped it, breaking the bizarre statue into a pile of rocks.
The pieces fell and revealed what was hidden inside.
It was a dry corpse.
The body was drained of water and was sitting cross-legged with its hands in the shape of a lotus flower.
The surface of the corpse had a layer of corpse oil and lime, helping the corpse to remain dirt free.
The top of its head was faintly marked with Buddhist nine-ring scars.
Although it had been dead for a long time, it could still be seen that the other side was physically strong when alive.
Bai Lixin covered his nose and approached the dry corpse, his eyes falling on the ring scars on top of the dry corpse’s head, “A monk?”
Dijia’s face was dark, and it took a long time before he slowly spoke, “If I don’t go to hell, who will?”
Bai Lixin looked back at Dijia’s words and asked, “What?”
Dijia: “There is an ancient myth that there was once a saint who measured the righteousness of the earth with his feet and whose body measured the evil of the world.”
“Later, he fell in love with a woman. The Saint was on the verge of cultivating his true form while the woman was a mortal.”
“A saint on the path of immortality and a mortal woman was destined to be a tragedy.”
“Although the saint tried his best to keep the woman from dying, he could not fight against the heavenly laws of morality, and the woman died a few decades later.”
“The saint barged into the underworld in a fit of rage, saying, ‘If I don’t enter hell, who will’, then he sat cross-legged.”
“Are you moved by the saint’s love?” Dijia sneered and continued, “One can’t have the best of both worlds. With determination, he barged straight into Yama’s palace to save the woman, killed the former King Yama, and removed her name from the Book of Life and Death.”
“He thought the woman would come back from the dead after doing that. But how could she come back from the dead when her body had been incinerated long ago?”
“And because she was crossed out of the Book of Life and Death, the woman could never reincarnate again.”
“Not only that, the saint killed the former King Yama, who was in charge of life and death, causing a period of great chaos in the Underworld. Evil spirits ran rampant and flew through the passages the saint had opened when he forced his way through the Underworld, causing chaos to all beings.”
“During that time, the world of the living and the underworld were all shrouded in fear and death.”
Bai Lixin: “What happened after that?”
Dijia looked at the monk’s golden body with cold eyes, “Later, a new king appeared out of nowhere in the underworld, leading all the ghost messengers to capture the saint and the woman who were in hiding. The saint was sent to the eighteenth level prison, never to be reborn, while the woman guarded the Naihe bridge, making soup with her tears of repentance day after day to atone for her sins.”
“It was a sinful relationship. No one can say whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that the two of them met; but for the world of the living and the underworld, it was a disaster.”
“I’ve seen the woman’s book of life and death, her life path had a man she would have fallen in love with, and the two would have married, enjoyed their lives in peace, and finally died of old age.”
“The saint was supposed to have spent his life saving the world and would have eventually ascended to immortality in a few years. But he suddenly fell in love with the mortal woman, the always pure heart suddenly had desires, the desires began to enlarge infinitely, and eventually took a road of no return.”
“They fell in love with each other with a bang, shocking heaven, and earth. But what came after was a disaster for everyone.”
Bai Lixin looked at Dijia thoughtfully and turned his head to look at the dried body of the monk.
The corpse was slightly different from the usual corpses; although it had been dead for so long, one could still smell a faint lotus fragrance from it.
“Is that the Saint’s corpse?” Bai Lixin asked.
Dijia: “That’s right, at that time, the body was already on the verge of cultivating into a golden body, and the golden body stayed when the soul shed its shell and entered the underworld. After capturing the saint’s soul, the ghost messengers of the underworld searched all over for the golden body but to no avail. I didn’t expect it to appear in here.”
Bai Lixin bent down and picked up a piece of the stone statue that Dijia had just broken apart and gently weighed it before examining it, “Looking at the degree of weathering of the lime inside the stone statue, it hasn’t been long since it was made.”
“But Yama’s temple has been there for a long time, right? Someone probably swapped the old stone statue with a new one, putting the stone statue with the golden body in the temple.”
“If we go by the degree of weathering, the incident of the cooked body parts not long ago was not a coincidence.”
“Do you think the condition of the town is related to the saint?”
Dijia frowned: “I’m not sure, but the Saint is now imprisoned in the eighteenth level of the underworld, it is dark and enclosed, so there is no chance to contact the outside.”
Bai Lixin: “What about the woman? From what you’ve said, is she Mengpo?”
Dijia: “That’s right, she’s the current Mengpo.”
Bai Lixin: “What about the previous Mengpo? In the mythological stories I’ve heard, there seems to have always been a Mengpo, right?”
Dijia: “All of them are sinners, and a replacement is always found before the previous Mengpo can be freed. When the woman appeared, the former Mengpo was reincarnated.”
Bai Lixin: “Then is there a possibility that Mengpo is helping the saint?”