The sixth volume Don’t YouYouJun Mo Wen Chapter 21 Heaven and Man
"You are questioning the goddamned blasphemer!" Ka Rong got excited when he heard Yun Da’s outrageous remarks.
"I’ve been dead since I came. I respect the dead guide, the only ferryman on the Styx." Yun sneered. He thought the old man was really "damn", but he maintained such an aging and broken body when he had eternity. Is this the price of eternity?
"You, you" Ka Rong blew his white beard up. His face turned a little red with excitement. He took a deep breath. "Are you an unbeliever or are you a heretic?"
"Then I would like to ask you how many hells there are in this world and how many pure land of bliss?" The cloud doubts again. How does it feel that this place is full of loopholes?
"This you look behind you! How many people are still waiting for my ferry? Let’s go! " Ka Rong didn’t answer the cloud question again, but turned his head to pick up the pulp and scratched it. Cloud wanted to ask again, but suddenly he smelled a strange sweet smell and felt dizzy and sleepy.
It is said that Zorro and others were drunk in a flower fragrance without walking a few steps after entering the pure land of bliss, and they were already in different places when they woke up.
When Zorro woke up, he found himself lying on the bed of a comfortable big bed. Several beautiful blond angels were looking at him and seemed to be talking about something.
"Excuse me, beautiful angels, am I in heaven?" Zorro felt tender, but he sat up reluctantly because he didn’t want to be rude.
"So how did Mr. Wang recognize the land himself? Was he dreaming?" An angel with beautiful figure and sea blue eyes came to his side lightly and asked with a clever smile.
"I just can’t believe it. It seems that the emperor still cares about loyal and trustworthy knights and praises the Lord!" Loyalty? "trustworthy" It’s interesting to make excuses when you have been violent and promiscuous. It’s really worthy of being a cunning papal guard that you attribute the execution of the instructions to the "loyalty" of the Pope to the king and dare to "keep promise" to support your final moral bottom line.
"Can’t believe it? Can the pavilion paradise get in by luck? " A petite angel with bright green eyes speaks without skipping words. Her voice is extremely sharp. "Please note that if you doubt the justice of the Lord, it is a great original sin that may be expelled from heaven, so please pay attention to your words and deeds outside the pavilion!" You are so overbearing that you can’t even question yourself. Is this forcing everyone to deceive themselves?
"ah? I’m white. "Zorro was shocked. Fortunately, although his mind is still a little confused at the moment, over the years, the keen reaction of swordsman has stopped him from time to time. It seems that it is the only truth that heaven and man absolutely obey the position.
"Then please allow me to preach the Covenant of Heaven to you. From now on, you will keep this Covenant forever." The last angel in the room had been silent until now, and she was about to read it with a thick code in her hand.
"Wait a minute. Can I ask a few questions in advance?" Zorro interrupted her words without skipping words.
"It is also a felony to interrupt the angel’s orders at will. Please pay attention to it after asking the cabinet. You are new here to forgive your sins. You can ask your questions before listening to the Paradise Covenant." It’s the angel with green eyes again. She seems extremely strict
"Please forgive me for taking the liberty to know that I want to know some friends who came here with me. Where can I see them now? And my father, who has been dead for many years, I hope to see him?" Zorro asked cautiously that he was gone, and he had just been pleasantly surprised. Isn’t death really free and bound by new constraints? Is it that death jumped from one cage to another? Is this human sorrow?
"Come with friends? I’m sorry, we don’t know where they are going. Before entering heaven, everyone will go through the final judgment of the Lord to decide whether he is qualified to enter heaven. Maybe your friends have come here with land, and the rest will cheat the Lord and be sent to hell, "replied the green-eyed angel."
"Even if some of your friends go to heaven, you can’t go to see him, because people in heaven don’t communicate with each other, even if they used to be relatives. Heaven is quiet and peaceful. The Lord doesn’t want to hear the noise and noise. We will send you what you need every day," the angel with the code coldly replied.
"White" Zorro’s face flashed an imperceptible disappointment. Perhaps heaven is not as beautiful as imagined, and eternity is just a lonely waiting.
After listening to the lengthy "Angel’s Covenant", Zorro lost his life in heaven, confined in a small area and living alone, without hope or despair, even his desires melted into this terrible indifference.
D ‘Danion and others lived in the same way until they knew the mysterious spell and vowed to get rid of it, but it was too late and they became new victims.
Then Versace, who chose to enter.
Moreover, he made his choice before making a sound in that hall, in other words, he didn’t know that the door of heaven could no longer be opened before making his choice, but it is hard to understand that he, as a spokesman for the cardinal, did not choose to enter heaven.
After entering the crowd, Versace strolled in the downtown street. He looked at the busy people around him thoughtfully. A little girl selling flowers came up to him. "Do you want a flower, old man?" The little girl was just nine years old, and her red face could not tell her cuteness. Versace softened her heart and took the rose from the little girl’s hand. When she was trying to pay for it in her arms, she smelled an intoxicating aroma, and when she fainted, she was unconscious.
When he woke up, he found himself in a huge temple surrounded by papal guards, and some of them were familiar with him. More than ten years ago, he fled with Spartacus in the middle of the temple, holding a staff and wearing a papal ornament. It was the Archbishop Spartacus who fled overseas with the Vatican treasures!
At this moment, Versace was at a loss. He looked down at himself and found that the cardinal’s robe was a little safe. It seems that he has not returned to that time more than ten years ago, and he is not even a bishop.
"Cardinal Versace, you chose people over heaven?" Spartacus method solemnly asked.
"That’s because I don’t think I’m religious enough. I need to continue my experience to qualify for heaven." Versace replied cautiously because he was a little confused about Spartacus’ intentions and didn’t know his identity very well
"I don’t think you have any regrets about the Pope’s addiction to Rome!" Spartacus stared at Versace’s eyes and pointed out his thoughts. Although they were far apart, Versace felt that Spartacus’s eyes seemed to have a very special penetrating power, and it was difficult for him to hide his thoughts in front of this person.
"Maybe. In fact, I once doubted the truth of this so-called final judgment. After all, the clergy are not afraid of your jokes for most of their lives. Although I always praise the Lord and preach the main teachings to the world, frankly speaking, I have never received the guidance from the Lord once in my life." Versace didn’t say anything in front of him. He looked back at Spartacus with the same discerning eyes. His years were not in vain
"You are really honest," said Spartacus, who was also a little guilty by Versace, but his horse adjusted and smiled. "So what do you think now?" This old fox won’t show his face easily, but speak out to explore Versace’s ideas.
"I don’t care what heaven is overseas or Rome, I just want to experience the taste of a pope. Maybe the Lord just directed him to the only person closest to him." Versace smiled cunningly, which made it difficult to tell the truth from the truth, and even more difficult to guess the true thoughts in his heart. Is it that he is willing to deceive himself if he wants to feel that high position? You know, in fact, he was one step away from breaking the spell, but he just gave up, or did he have other plans?
"In that case, I will award you the papacy in this sacred hall. You will be the closest person to God in the world." Spartacus agreed with a little hesitation, but in the end I still couldn’t escape the bondage of this force. It seems that I have such a high opinion of this new cardinal, but the young man who is still very special in hell. Spartacus looked at Versace with a big smile on his face and felt a burst of disappointment. I’m afraid I won’t see this spell broken in my lifetime, but anyway, except for a few old cadres and some important people in this world, most people think that I am dead.
Versace finally succeeded in crowning the Pope in this "man". It’s hard to guess and understand what he would choose. Maybe he thinks that there is little hope to go back with Spartacus’ treasure. Secondly, even if he completes this great cause, why can the Pope endure until he abdicates? He would rather just try his long-cherished wish in this seemingly magical place. Is it lucky or sad? The curse oath has not been broken. People are still fighting for each other’s desires. It has never changed since ancient times.
The sixth volume Don’t leisurely gentleman Mo Wen Chapter 22 Blood pool hell
The sixth volume Don’t leisurely gentleman Mo Wen Chapter 22 Blood pool hell
When the cloud woke up, it was wrapped around a thick metal chain with an arm, and it could not move. It was in a huge blood pool with its head exposed outside. The blood pool was full of bloody gas, rotting corpses and bad smells. The blood pool was filled with human bones, which made people feel creepy.
"Where did you put me here without trial?" Yun felt that his head was very painful and dizzy. Although he didn’t lose his strength, he somehow failed to contribute. He tried hard to recall the intravenous drip before coma and thought that he fainted for no reason and was thrown into this blood pool. Didn’t he say that there was a final trial? Did the result come so quickly? Besides, I always have to let myself know what specific crimes I have committed, so who can accept being thrown into the blood pool?
"What are you making noise about? You don’t feel guilty!" Speaking is a big fellow with a ferocious face and a dark body, holding a huge black steel fork, which looks awesome, and his northeast accent sounds particularly cordial to Yun.
"Big Brother, you are so brave. Where is this? Introduce a general manager!" Cloud heard that the familiar accent seemed to come, and he struggled hard and almost jumped out of the blood pool.
"It may not be possible to get out of this blood pool hell after thousands of years without a set of near-peace punishment!" That Hagen didn’t want to pay attention to the cloud and turned his head to leave.
"Wait, I’m new here. My eldest brother always has to teach my younger brother some common sense in hell. Otherwise, what if these years are too long for my younger brother to spend?" I don’t know whether I should be lazy or I don’t know how to shape him, or I don’t think all this is true in his eyes, which is why he is so happy?
"It’s always a little hag. Don’t ask anything. I don’t know!" The big fellow seems to be bored by the clouds and can’t stand getting into a small cave near the blood pool and walking away.
"Am I bored? Running so fast!" Cloud said to himself, "It’s so strange. Did someone bribe the ghost god and send me to this bloody pool of hell? I don’t seem to have killed many people?" Cloud lost in thought for a while and then continued to whisper, "Is it because I am loved by others? Well, it is very likely that an unknown man will be angry and then sue me!" This seems more reasonable. "While the cloud was criticizing his possible sins, a person secretly recorded them item by item." I can’t see that this young monk has also killed people and committed yin precepts. It’s all when he admits to hem and haw for a while. See what you say! "
"The taste of this blood pool is really fishy enough, but it seems that the taste of blood is not pure enough. Why is it so thin when the water is mixed? The blood should be thick and thick. What about these bones? Can the dead die again? Is it really hell here? Why is it so quiet? Is it possible that all the wicked are not bloody in hell these days except me, a secular monk? Or is the blood pool hell specially customized for secularized monks, which means that my fate has been locked here when I decided to secularize the mountain? So this pool of bones is still my predecessor?
Yun thinks alone when he sees that no one cares about himself. His imagination is quite rich and meaningful. It seems that he is really not suitable to be a monk. He has always hidden a divination soul on the wooden and honest outer surface, but he has never had a chance to show it. At this moment, he has no scruples about his own life and death.
"What a strange Oriental" is the former cardinal Spartacus!
"As adults say, this young man’s ideas and beliefs are greatly different from those of ordinary Han Chinese, which makes our work a little tricky." The respondent prostrated himself in front of Spartacus, wearing blue breeches, but dressed as a scholar, and did not know that he would come to Rome to work with the cardinal.
"Almost ten years!" Spartacus mused, "This test has been done for almost ten years!" He slapped a chair armrest. "I’m about to be tried, but the test result is still no exception. Is it true that there has never been an emperor or a god in this world, as the former Pope said before he died? Did all the predecessors come up with anesthesia to comfort the world?" Spartacus’ face is full of fear and madness. "So where did people come from and where will they go?" Is it empty? Damn it! "
"Please calm down your anger and ask your adults to instruct you to test the young man one step at a time?" The bow man said in fear
"There’s no need to say anything about setting up a trial court and I’ll try it myself!" It took Spartacus a while to calm down his manic mood. "And let Mr. Mo Hongchen put on makeup to introduce the young man to a hell situation. At present, people in the East can hold on to the scene. There is no one else except the ferryman Moho."
"It’s white"
Besides, the old ink, that is, the world of mortals, caused a great sensation in the back of his heart. He was originally a descendant of hundreds of ink schools during the Warring States period, but he worshipped the hands of the contemporary ghost valley man Lei Feng because of his natural love for news. After ten years of hard study, he became the most knowledgeable person in the Central Plains. More than 10 years ago, he realized that the Central Plains could talk about Confucian classics again, and the Taoist priest went all the way west until he met Buddhist monk Maha from Tianzhu who wanted to exchange cultural beliefs with western countries. Both of them were well-read and more Maha. The Zen master is also familiar with Chinese, so it’s okay to talk happily. However, their conversation was heard by the then-leaning Roman Archbishop Spartacus, and the same knowledgeable and knowledgeable cardinal was looking for talented people, so they were invited and invited by the cardinal.
Later, after the death of former Pope Kaspersky, Spartacus did not succeed to the throne as Pope, but took a large number of treasures from the Holy See in his hometown and all his guests fled to overseas islands privately, claiming to have hidden them there.
It was a sensation in Rome at that time, because Spartacus’ succession to the Pope seemed to be an inevitable trend, although it was not expected by all. However, he made such a revealing move, which was really worthy of his name as a wise man. Most people speculated about it, but there was no reasonable explanation. A few years later, Spartacus declared that he was dead, but he released a treasure map of this overseas island, which attracted several treasure hunters. The Vatican also sent treasure teams to explore it many times, but in the end it was fruitless. None of the people who entered the treasure department survived and went back to life, but they didn’t go in. Naturally, they couldn’t tell why, so the island was renamed "Death Island" and the treasure became a nightmare for all treasure hunters.
Ink red dust has been tired of this torture for more than ten years since he accepted Spartacus’ invitation to take part in this eternal test. First, he wants to find a suitable person to teach him what he has learned all his life. Second, he wants to escape from this soul-eating cage and find a beautiful place. At this moment, Spartacus orders him to play the role of a hell messenger to dispel doubts in the clouds. Naturally, he readily accepts this. He has the opportunity to visit a cloud on the spot. His understanding and imagination (the former determines his learning ability and the latter represents his innovation ability) can also take the opportunity to try.