Chapter 291 The Book of Life and Death
After Yin Xiu shouted twice more, there was a sound from inside the door.
"Come on, come on, the whole corridor is filled with your voice, brat."
As the wooden door creaked, Haruyo saw a pale and withered face peeking out, which frightened him even more nervous than when he saw the iron monk.
Lan Po opened the door, glanced at Yin Xiu first, then moved her face to Chun Dai, looked left and right, and twitched her nose a few times.
"Young boy, did you just come up from below?"
Haruyo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded helplessly.
Unexpectedly, Lan Po sighed again, "Your hall is dark. The brat asked you for help. I don't know who helped whom. Forget it, everyone who comes is a guest. Come in."
Saying that, Chun Dai was half pushed and half invited by Yin Xiu and brought into Lan Po's house.
As soon as she entered the house, Yin Xiu saw Uncle Ming sitting drinking tea, while Ma Xiaoyu was wiping the tables and chairs in the corner of the house. She didn't know that she thought it was a girl from the neighbor who came to help.
Seeing Yin Xiu, Uncle Ming nodded, while Ma Xiaoyu just raised the corner of his eyes as a greeting.
"This is the underground spy you mentioned?" Uncle Ming asked.
"Detective, a private detective." Haruyo corrected.
"It's all the same. It's the same job anyway if you are needed."
After speaking, Uncle Ming stood up and looked at Po Lan, "Can we start?"
"It's already ready."
After Lan Po finished speaking, Ma Xiaoyu took out several red plates one after another from the room.
One plate contained half-green bananas, and the other two plates contained pastries and oranges, neatly arranged together.
Lan Po stood in front of the sacred table, took four incense sticks and held them in her hands.
"Okay! Don't talk loudly when I ask them to come up later, and don't come to put your hands on my shoulders."
Chun Dai asked Yin Xiu in a low voice: "Why, is there anyone else coming?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "Not a human being."
After saying that, he stopped talking and looked at Lan Po.
After Lan Po lit the incense, he bowed respectfully several times and muttered something.
Then he picked up a pair of red candles and lit them one by one. Then he picked up the gold ingots stacked on paper and lit them on the fire. Then he threw them into the earthenware basin, and the flames started burning brightly.
But as she gradually threw paper money into it, the fire turned from the original bright color to dark red, and finally glowed with green light, illuminating the faces of everyone present in an extremely strange way.
Haruyo didn't know why, but he felt goosebumps rising on the back of his hands, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Just when he was about to go to Yin Xiu's side, he was left empty-handed.
It turned out that Yin Xiu had already stood beside Ma Xiaoyu at some point, right next to her. The latter had a look of reluctance on her face.
What Chun Dai found strange was that although Lan Po no longer put paper money into the basin, the fire did not become smaller, but instead burned more intensely.
Boom!
Lan Po sprinkled a handful of salt into the fire, and the green flames exploded and steamed, seeming to reach the ceiling, dyeing the low roof green.
After exploding for a while, the flame finally became smaller and began to turn into a small fireball. It seemed that it would be extinguished if a gust of wind blew in.
At this moment, Haruyo clearly felt that the temperature in the room began to drop sharply again, as if a gust of cold air had entered.
Lan Po's face seemed to be illuminated by the fire of a blue lantern, revealing an unusual color.
Not only that, although Haruyo couldn't see anything, he still felt like there were a few more people in the room.
Especially Yin Xiu and the others, their eyes have shifted from Lan Po to the front of the god table, as if something really exists there.
After a pause, Lan Po put her hand into her pocket, took out a black mud ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Then, she uttered some vague words, as if she was communicating with someone.
Haruyo looked at the others again. Uncle Ming didn't know when it started, but he was sitting there drinking tea again, leisurely and contentedly.
Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu were standing, putting their mouths close to each other's ears from time to time and whispering a few words.
Everyone in the room, except him, knew exactly what Lan Po was doing!He was the only one who didn't know what was going on.
But Chun Dai couldn't care less about his curiosity and thirst for knowledge at this time. He only felt nervous and moved carefully against the wall. Finally, he got close to Yin Xiu and attracted his sideways glance.
"Lan Po, what was that stuffed in her mouth just now? Who was she talking to? Why are you all staring in front? Is there something somewhere? I can't see it?"
Haruyo spat out all the words at once.
Until now, he has only had real contact with half a vampire, and he has never seen such a scene.
Yin Xiu glanced at him and whispered: "Lan Po called three ghosts up, are you afraid?"
"ghost!?"
As soon as he screamed, Yin Xiu covered his mouth.
"Keep your voice down, didn't Lan Po say? Don't speak loudly. If you shout like that, those three ghosts will look at you. Do you want to give them a lift?"
Saying that, Yin Xiu waved to them as an apology. "So, what about now? Are you still looking at me?"
Haruyo felt that the soles of her feet were soaked.
Yin Xiu shook his head, "I don't have time to pay attention to you. They are talking to Lan Po again now."
"What are they talking about?"
"How do I know? They are probably negotiating. The words of the underworld are different from ours. What Lan Po just ate was a mud pill, so that she could communicate with those ghosts."
"Ah, is this okay?" Haruyo was like a student who was curious about everything.
"Why not? Aren't all ghosts eating mud?"
After saying that, Yin Xiu stopped talking to Chun Dai and just turned his attention to Lan Po.
At this moment, to outsiders, the old woman might look like a mental patient who dances and talks to himself.
After a while, the strange look that made Haruyo's hair stand on end finally disappeared.
As the firelight in the pottery pot returned to red, the blue color on Lan Po's face finally disappeared, and the cold feeling in the room disappeared.
Lan Po stopped and spit out the mud balls in her mouth into a flowerpot on the side, then picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her face.
Ma Xiaoyu promptly handed her a cup of tea for her to rinse her mouth with and drink.
After Lan Po finally got her hands in order, Uncle Ming asked her, "What's going on? What did those ghost brothers say?"
Lan Po glanced at him and said nonchalantly: "They said they couldn't find this person."
After hearing this, everyone present finally let go of their hanging hearts, and even Haruyo felt relieved inexplicably.
On the table of Yama in the Eighteen Halls, there is a book of life and death, which records everyone's birth date and established longevity.
Unless you enter Xuanmen, change the number of days through practice, or get a reward from the underworld for some great merits, adding a few years to your life and death book.
Otherwise, everyone's lifespan is already predetermined. The so-called King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but who dares to keep someone alive until the fifth watch.
Even if some people escape the pursuit of the bull-headed horse-faced and seducing messengers through some methods that are not tolerated by nature.
But in the book of life and death, the names of these people have been crossed out by the judge, written there in black and white, and they will not be able to escape sooner or later.
The more magical thing about the Book of Life and Death is that as long as someone's soul leaves the body, no matter how he leaves, whether he uses a method or is extracted by others, the name belonging to that person will glow red.
Those soul seducers will immediately notice this and go to seduce the soul.
This is also the reason why Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu were immediately approached by the seducer after they escaped from the control range last time.
Those who specialize in soul separation must obtain the recognition and permission of the underworld. If they remove their souls at will, it will attract the attention of the underworld.
Therefore, Uncle Mingming speculated that even if Liu Banxian was really killed, and in some way, they could not detect the traces, or even faked the illusion that he was still alive, so that others could fall into the trap.
But as long as you look at the book of life and death, everyone's status, whether they are alive or dead, will be clear at a glance.
This is why Uncle Ming came to Lan Po for help.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lan. By the way, those ghosts looked at me when they were talking just now, as if they wanted to say something to me?"
Lan Po nodded and said: "If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten it. Those ghost bosses said that there has been too much work down there recently, and the paper figurines you burned for them were not used and were all worn out. I asked you to burn some more some other time." Go down."
Uncle Ming nodded, "Then I'll just find some paper figures and give them to them. Every time they come up, they ask me for things and money. It's really troublesome."
Lan Po glanced at him, "Trouble? If they hadn't given me face, do you think others would have had the chance to be in trouble? No price is too high to pay for spying on the secrets. If we people could see the Book of Life and Death with our own eyes, we would be blind. It fell."
As she spoke, she sat down on the chair and slowly sipped her tea.
"By the way, I applied to the Bodhisattva and gave me two more months of life."
"What, you're not leaving?"
"Why, are you so eager to let me, an old woman, go away?"
When the two chatted about life and death-related topics, their tone was as calm as if they were buying vegetables at the vegetable market, as if it was no big deal.
Lan Po stretched out and said, "Hey, you think the world is fun and I want to stay? I can't help it. There are too many things going on recently. Even if I want to be idle, I can't be idle."
"Moreover, I recently discovered that there are still some things that have not been done."
As she said this, she glanced at Ma Xiaoyu intentionally or unintentionally.
"What's wrong? Lan Po?" Ma Xiaoyu tilted her head.
"Nothing, I just want to see if you are hungry. I happened to buy a lot of vegetables yesterday. I don't have to go out to buy vegetables now. I can just cook something."
"Then I'll help." Ma Xiaoyu smiled.
Lan Po also laughed happily and turned to look at Yin Xiu.
"You brat, I'll help you with the following matters. As for matters in the underworld, you still have to rely on yourselves. My old woman doesn't understand and can't get involved."
Yin Xiu nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Lan. I'll buy a few bottles of wine later and let's have a good drink."
As he said that, he and Uncle Ming cast their eyes on Haruyo at the same time, and both showed mysterious smiles.
(End of this chapter)