Bing San was a man of his word. He couldn't wait to show off. He walked over and announced that he would recruit the man as a ghost.
However, the group of people was even more agitated.
An old woman walked up and said in a trembling voice, "I haven't been in line for twenty years! I've been soaking in the River Styx with countless ghosts. What am I going to do after I die? "
"Yeah, is this Underworld still a place for humans?"
"I'm a good ghost, but I'm going crazy!"
"I can't afford to die!"
Not to mention mortals, cultivators were also weak. After all, everyone would die one day.
Bing San braced himself and said, "Everyone, don't worry. The Underworld is already taking corresponding measures. It won't be long before the process of death is complete. When that time comes, reincarnation will be very fast. Moreover, there will be more ghosts in the area. Not only the River Styx, many ghosts will go where they should go."
With that, he looked at the man's ghost and said, "Hurry up and say goodbye to your wife. The longer you stay by her side, the worse it will be for her. We should go back."
Not long after, Bing San returned once more.
Li Nianfan was also worried. "Young Master Bing, that … Do we really have to line up to reincarnate in the Underworld?"
He could tell that the Underworld of the cultivation world was a trap. It was like a preset computer program. After a person died, their soul would be transferred to the River Styx. Then, no matter if it was a human or a demon, good or evil, they would all soak in the River Styx and line up to be reincarnated.
The River Styx was undoubtedly the blood sea illusion that they had just seen. Thinking about being soaked in it after death made them shudder.
Just like the recent war between the Xia Dynasty and the Southern Barbarians, there were naturally many deaths. Who knew how long they would have to wait to be reincarnated.
Moreover, if they encountered plagues, natural disasters, and so on, there would only be more deaths.
Originally, waiting in line to be reincarnated was nothing. The key was that they had to wait in the River Styx. It was a huge mess. That was f * cking terrifying.
How could ghosts not be violent? How could they not run?
Bing San said helplessly, "I won't hide it from Young Master Li. The Underworld's current situation is not good."
Your situation is not good, you're harming us.
Li Nianfan pursed his lips, "You said earlier that Hell is taking measures. Is that true?"
Bing San naturally didn't dare to conceal it, and said with a bitter smile, "This … is temporarily fake."
What the hell?
Li Nianfan suddenly felt a little weak. If he died and his soul returned to the underworld, wouldn't he also be soaked in the underworld river?
He could only take a step back and ask, "Then does the Underworld have something similar to the Mantra of Rebirth?"
Bing San was slightly taken aback, "Rebirth Mantra? What was that? What is it for? "
Li Nianfan explained, "Actually, it's a kind of incantation that can remove negative karma and return the soul to the Pure Land. It's used to ferry souls."
Bing San shook his head and answered honestly, "No."
Li Nianfan frowned slightly. This Underworld is not good. There is nothing here. Once you die, it is equivalent to going to suffer.
Originally, he thought that if the Underworld had something similar to the Mantra of Rebirth that could soothe souls, then everyone could live in harmony. Even if they had to bathe together, it would still be barely acceptable. That's not asking for much, right?
Ziye saw that Bing San was silent, and she cursed in her heart that this person's EQ was too low.
The expert has already hinted to this extent, and you still can't understand? Do you have a pig's head?
Look, the expert is already frowning. Are you waiting for the expert to take the initiative to give you the opportunity?
She took a deep breath and said, "Young Master Li, what is the Mantra of Rebirth that you mentioned just now? Is there really such a thing? "
Li Nianfan waved his hand, and said casually, "There is, but it's just a mantra. It's not something valuable, and it's probably useless."
Ziye continued, "I'm a little curious. Young Master Li, can you tell us?"
Bing San also finally came back to his senses and wished he could give himself a slap.
He was so stupid. He almost missed out on the Mantra of Rebirth.
But … to remove karma and return the soul to the pure land, does such a mantra really exist in this world?
"Of course, no problem." Li Nianfan nodded, and paused, "This thing is hard to understand. I'll just write it down."
Ziye raised her hand, and a table floated in the air. She smiled, "Thank you, Young Master Li."
Li Nianfan picked up the brush, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This thing … Just treat it as a joke."
He was a little embarrassed to write it, and he felt like he had become a scammer. The key was that the Mantra of Rebirth did not sound like something a person would say normally. It might drag down his image in other people's hearts.
But the arrow was already on the bow, and it had to be shot.
He could only try his best to write more beautifully to make up for the lack of content.
He put down the brush.
"Namo Amitabha Ye. Ta Ta Ga Duo Ye. Ta Di Ye, he … "
The Mantra of Rebirth was not long, less than a hundred words. Just as Li Nianfan said, it was hard to understand, and most people would not be able to read it.
However, as Li Nianfan moved his brush, everyone's expression changed. They stared at the paper without blinking, and a golden light flashed in their eyes.
This golden light was not their eyes shining, but the reflection of the paper.
Li Nianfan was clearly using black ink, but every stroke he wrote was completely golden. It was extremely dazzling, and incomparably sacred.
This golden light shone on the body, making people feel at peace from the bottom of their hearts. As for Bing San and the other ghost servants, they felt it even more deeply. Their minds instantly emptied, and the karma of the past replayed in their minds. The obsession in their hearts was gradually appeased, and their hearts returned to a peaceful harbor.
Compared to living people, ghosts were actually more afraid of obsession.
And as Li Nianfan wrote more and more words, the golden light on the paper soared into the sky, and the brilliance was boundless.
At this moment, within a radius of ten thousand miles, the ghosts that were originally floating out, without exception, including the ghosts that were crazily killing, all faced the direction of the golden light, and knelt on the ground, with a look of remorse on their faces.
They no longer ran away, but sincerely repented. The anxiety and violence in their hearts were instantly washed away, and as if returning on a pilgrimage, they prepared to return to the underworld, and quietly wait for reincarnation.
"Alright."
Li Nianfan stopped writing. Seeing everyone staring blankly at the mantra, he rubbed his nose and said: "I know this mantra is not good, I just wrote it casually. You guys can just look at it, don't take it to heart."
Just wrote it casually?
Not good?
Master, you are so humble, you hurt us greatly.
Bing San and the other ghost servants were trembling, and did not even dare to breathe loudly.
They looked at the paper, and wished that they could stare their eyes out. They felt that it was worth it to take an extra look.
As ghost servants, they could clearly feel that to the ghosts, this paper was definitely a great treasure! Its use was immeasurable!
Just writing casually was already a priceless treasure. If it was written seriously, then it would be unimaginable!
Before, they did not understand, but now, they finally understood what kind of person the master that Ziye and the others were trying so hard to please was. Just this paper alone was worthy of being called the most respected guest in the underworld!
Master, a true peerless master!
Bing San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with endless nervousness and excitement: "Young Master Li, can you give this paper to me?"
If it was a normal time, he would not dare to ask for it, but now was a special time, so he could only bite the bullet and ask.
When these words came out, his entire heart was raised, and he did not dare to look at Li Nianfan's eyes. Every second felt like years as he waited for Li Nianfan's reply.
Li Nianfan saw Bing San staring at his paper with a dazed expression. He could not help but smile, and said in surprise: "Could it be that Young Master Bing is also good at writing?"
Bing San nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes, I've been good since I was young."
Li Nianfan's heart was filled with joy, and said generously: "If you like it, then take it."
It seemed that this fellow was a cultured person in his previous life.
The so-called ghost servants were most likely people who became them after death. If they were good at writing when they were alive, then they would naturally be good at writing when they died. As expected, with a skill, one could do well wherever they went. This was another good karma.
If they were to soak in the underworld river in the future, they could take care of each other.
"Many thanks, Young Master Li."
Bing San was instantly overjoyed. Almost trembling, he took the paper in his hands.
He carefully and cautiously kept the copybook close to his body.
Bing San knew that this matter was of great importance, and did not dare delay. He said apologetically: "Everyone, the underworld is in chaos right now, and we are short on manpower. Since the matters here have been taken care of, I have to rush back to report. Please forgive me."
Li Nianfan and the others knew that the situation was urgent, and said: "Your matters are more important, goodbye."
"Today, it is all thanks to everyone's help. When I return, I will definitely report to my superiors. In the future, everyone will be my underworld's guests!"
Bing San solemnly bowed to everyone, and then called for his subordinates to quickly wrap things up, and rushed back to the underworld with the fastest speed possible.
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