[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 106 [English]

Chapter 106 Where to find the Master

“Those who died because of obsession…?” The guard slowly repeated what he said, and then snorted, “A person who practices Taoism?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s really unjust for you to come here as a monk at such a young age.”

The guards are all smiles, but many people among ordinary people have no wisdom and cannot form good relationships. When they ridicule Taoist priests, they always mean that they can’t eat the grapes and say they are sour.

“I see, your soul is not right, it is not pure.”

Master Huaizui put a spell on Mo Ran, allowing him to cover up the breath of the living and contact the soul, so the guards could not see through him, but he was still somewhat uncomfortable, so Shi Shiran sat down again, crossed his legs, and took out a black ruler from the drawer.

“The ruler.” He said proudly, although I don’t know what he is so proud of, and the ruler is not his, but the younger the official, the more he likes to show off. The guard slapped the ruler on the table, raised his eyelids and stared at Mo Ran, “Stretch out your hand and let me test your merits in the world.”

Mo Ran: “…”

The merits of he Yangshi?

Will he be directly twisted into pieces after being tested and sent to the God of Yama to crush him into pieces?

But in full view of everyone, he had nowhere to escape, so he could only sigh, hold the soul-inducing lamp in one hand, and reach out with the other.

The guard pressed the ruler against his veins, and almost as soon as he touched it, the ruler screamed loudly, and blood gurgled from the black ruler body, accompanied by the wails of thousands of people.

“I will never rest in peace…”

“Mo Weiyu, you will never be reincarnated until death!!”

“Daddy! Mother!! What the hell are you doing?! Why!!!”

“Don’t kill me…please, don’t kill me-”

Mo Ran suddenly pulled his hand back, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

The circle of ghosts were all looking at him, and the guard’s eyes were particularly obscure. He stared at Mo Ran like a tiger or a wolf. After a while, he lowered his head to look at the ruler.

The red light on the ruler disappeared, and the blood seemed to be an illusion just now. It flowed to an unknown place. The table was clean, except for a line of words gradually emerging from the body of the ruler.

——

The crime is unpardonable, and the third person is escorted…

Which level of hell?

Because Mo Ran stopped before he finished measuring the ruler, and he didn’t finish writing it.

The guard grabbed He’s arm fiercely and fiercely, staring at He with an extremely vicious look, like a hunter who had been bored for a long time and finally caught a rare bird.He’s nose flickered, his eyes shone with a strange light, and most of his intestines almost leaked out, but this time He didn’t even bother to stuff it back.

“Don’t move, let me test again.”

He is impatient and greedy, almost asking for credit from Yama.

He’s ghost claws pinched Mo Ran’s wrist deeply, and he forcefully pulled him over, and madly poked the opponent’s flesh with his ruler.

If he catches a ghost who can go to the eighteenth level of hell, it will be a great achievement. He can at least level up three levels by sitting on the ground, and he no longer has to write down every lonely soul at the gate of the city every day.

“Test! Test well!”

The zhangsui ruler lit up again.

There was still blood flowing out and crying filling the sky.

The people Mo Ran had killed and the sins he had committed seemed to be squeezed into this narrow black ruler, and the sky-high resentment almost broke the ruler.

“I hate it so much…”

“Mo Weiyu, I will never let you go even if I die…”

Mo Ran’s face became more and more ugly. He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and didn’t know what kind of color he had in his eyes.

“You have no conscience!! You have turned the world into purgatory!”

“I won’t let you go even if I’m a ghost!”

“Ahhhh——!”

Weeping, howling, cursing, and resenting.

Suddenly among so many voices, a faint sigh was heard.

“I’m sorry, Mo Ran, it’s Master’s fault…”

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of sorrow.

He heard the voice of Chu Wanning in his previous life when he was dying again. It was so soft and sad, but it was like a sharp knife drilling into his skull, almost splitting his soul.

Those voices gradually became softer, and Zhang Zui Chi returned to calm.

The above line of small characters reappears:

The crime is unpardonable and he is escorted to the third…

This time, Mo Ran did not take his hand away in advance, but the line was still not finished!

The guard was stunned and patted the black ruler: “Is it broken?”

Unexpectedly, after taking a photo, the black ruler trembled slightly. After a while, the words disappeared on their own. A thin wisp of fairy energy floated on the ruler, and an infinitely brilliant light shone out.

This time, there was no cry coming from the ruler, but hundreds of birds were paying homage to the phoenix, and their soft sounds reached into the clouds, as if the music from the ninth heaven had descended into the underworld. All the monsters were intoxicated, and even the guards could not help but follow them in a trance.

When the fairy sound stopped, the guard suddenly came back to his senses.

Looking again, six big characters have been written on the zhangsui ruler——

Ordinary souls can do it.

The guard lost his voice: “This is impossible!”

Wasn’t it still an unpardonable sin just now?Why is he an ordinary soul again?

He was unwilling to give in and measured it many times with a ruler, but the result was the same every time: first screams, then good news, and in the end, without exception, they all said “ordinary soul, feasible”.

The guard was extremely disappointed. He had no reason to prevent an ordinary soul from entering the underworld.

He began to stuff his own intestines viciously again, and said while stuffing it: “Sigh, I think you really went crazy and died.”

Mo Ran was also quite surprised. He didn’t know why. He thought about it and guessed that it was Master Guigui’s spell that confused the ruler, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Go away, keep it close to your body, it’s going to take your grandpa a long time, why don’t you go away!”

“…” Mo Ran couldn’t get what he wanted. He was holding the soul-inducing lamp and was about to leave. Suddenly the guard’s eyes lit up and he shouted he –

“Stop!”

Mo Ran’s heartbeat was very fast, but his face was still calm, as if he said helplessly: “What’s wrong?”

The guard raised his chin: “What is that you are holding in your arms?”

“Oh, this…” Mo Ran rubbed the soul lamp, and the thoughts in his mind flashed quickly, and then he smiled and said, “It is my burial.”

“Buried with him?”

“Yes, it’s a magic weapon.”

“Ha. It’s interesting.” The guard pointed to the table, his eyes flashing, “Put your body here and test it again. I’m afraid it’s your magic weapon that has confused the ruler.”

“…”

Mo Ran had already scolded this kid in his heart, but he had no choice but to put down the soul lamp and stretched out his wrist uneasily again.

The guard seemed confident and couldn’t wait to press the ruler up again.

…

The result is still the same.

There are still six words, clearly: ordinary souls can do it.

Not to mention the guards, even Mo Ran didn’t know why, but after testing like this, the other party finally gave up completely, and was too lazy to wave his hand and let him go in.

Mo Ran didn’t dare to stay for a long time, so he picked up the soul-inducing lamp and walked through the long corridor until the end, where the light changed.

The ghost world spread out before his eyes.

This is the first level of hell, with no end visible at first glance.The sky is scarlet, like a boiling glow.Strange vines and trees rise from the ground, the roofs are rugged nearby, and there are many palaces in the distance.At the entrance is a huge stone that reaches the sky, with the inscription “Your skin will return to the dust, and your soul will return to Nanke Township.”Next to it stands a majestic red-painted archway, with three characters “Nanke Township” drawn out of the golden water. Each one is as tall as an adult man.

It turns out that the first level of hell is called Nanke Township.If there are no abnormalities among the dead, they will all live here temporarily, waiting for the judge to call them for ten or eight years, and then go to the second level to be judged and sentenced.

Mo Ran held the soul-inducing lamp and walked while looking at it.

As you pass by, the layout is not much different from that of the human world. There are eighteen streets, nine horizontal and nine vertical, in total, including streets, households and houses.Ghost men, ghost women, and ghost children walked around, laughing and crying, and it was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

Dongbianer heard a newly mourned woman sobbing: “What should I do? What should I do? They say that a woman who remarries will be cut in half, with her head and feet each going to the two dead men. Is this true? Who can tell me if this is true?”

There was also a girl with exposed clothes and messy hair beside her wiping tears: “I couldn’t afford to live if I had to be that secret door. Before I died, I went to the Earth Temple and donated a threshold to make atonement for my sins. I wanted thousands of people to step on it and atone for my sins. But the village chief insisted that I pay him four hundred gold before he would allow me to replace the threshold. If I have so much money, why bother doing the flesh business…”

There are also men in the west who are counting: “Four hundred and one days, four hundred and two days, four hundred and three days… As promised, I will leave and she will leave. They are all dying for love. Why, I have been here for four hundred and four days, and she still hasn’t followed. Alas, she is so weak, could she have lost her way on the road to hell? If she really has lost her way, what should I do?”

The newly dead ghosts gathered in groups at the gate of Nanke Township, still unwilling to leave.

But going forward, they are all old ghosts who have recovered their souls and accepted their fate.

They are more calm and calm. They have their own livelihoods and pass the time, waiting for the long time to be judged.

When you reach Third Street, you can see the bustle of the downtown area, which is no less than that of the human world.

After all, they are all mortal ghosts whose flesh and bones have not been broken. Even before Meng Po soup was drunk, she was still indistinguishable between humans and ghosts.When she was alive, she worked in a troupe, and she was still performing jugglers on the streets. When she was alive, she was an embroiderer. When she was dead, she was weaving clothes with the clouds of hell.Butchers no longer dare to kill animals, but they can always make a living by sharpening knives and cutting scissors.

The sounds of hawking and cheering came and went, and it was bustling.

Mo Ran walked up to a ghost selling calligraphy and painting. The ghost probably starved to death without selling a single painting during his lifetime. Therefore, his face was sallow and thin, his cheekbones were high, and his ribs were sunken.

Seeing someone sitting in front of the he stall, the thin scholar raised his dim eyes, but his expression was eager: “Sir, want to buy a painting?”

“I want you to draw a portrait of me.”

The scholar seemed a little regretful: “The figures are more lacking in artistic conception than the mountains and rivers. Look at this picture of Mount Tai’s smoke and clouds…”

Mo Ran said: “I don’t like landscape painting, so I’ll ask you to paint someone for me.”

“Don’t you like mountains and rivers?” The scholar looked at he twice and was not very happy. “The benevolent people enjoy mountains, and the wise enjoy water. You are young, so it is appropriate for you to cultivate your sentiments and smell more of the fragrance of paintings. I was originally reluctant to sell my painting of Mount Tai’s smoke and clouds, but since you came to my stall to ask, you are not completely ignorant. In this way, it will be easier for me to give you -”

“I want to draw someone.”

Scholar: “…”

The two of them looked at each other, and the scholar was no match for him. He gave up after a while, but after he gave up, he became quite angry, and his face seemed to have a color of anger.

“I don’t paint people. If you want to paint, the price will be ten times the price.”

Mo Ran said: “The ghost world also needs money?”

“There is always paper money brought by family and friends.” The scholar said coldly, “Money can make the world go round. Although I don’t like the smell of copper, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. You are neither a relative nor a friend of me, and you have no acquaintance with Boya Ziqi. Why should I suffer for you for no reason?”

He talked a lot, but Mo Ran, a person who didn’t study much, immediately frowned and said: “I just came here, and no one has given me any money yet.”

The scholar said: “If you don’t have money, don’t sell it.”

Mo Ran thought for a moment, thought of an idea, then pointed at the Taishan Smoke and Clouds Picture and said: “Okay, if you don’t want to sell it, I won’t sell it. But I have nothing to do. Can you tell me about this landscape painting?”

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then turned from anger to joy: “You want to hear this?”

Mo Ran nodded: “I don’t have to pay to hear you talk about some knowledge, right?”

“No need.” The scholar was very proud, with a ridiculous and pitiful look on his face, “Learning does not involve money, and money is dirty. The affairs of scholars should not be tainted with that vulgarity.”

Mo Ran nodded again, thinking, he knows why this little bookworm starved to death.Although I thought it was funny, I couldn’t bear it in my heart. Unfortunately, I was short of money, otherwise I would have really wanted to give him some money.

The scholar excitedly took the framed painting from the shelf, got into a good posture, cleared his throat that didn’t need to be cleared, and said nervously and proudly: “Then I’ll start.”

Seeing the little bookworm take the bait, Mo Ran smiled and said: “Please give me some advice.”

The author has something to say: There are many settings and lines in this chapter, which are a tribute to the arrogant and whiny middle-class young man Mr. Lu Xun. The character prototypes of the ghost woman and the ghost scholar and some of their lines are from Mrs. Xianglin and Kong Yiji. I would like to mark this here to avoid any misunderstanding.