Chapter 1180 - 1177: Ksitigarbha
Zhang Wenhui gave a cold laugh and said, "Sorry, I'm very tired, I need to rest now."
The meaning behind Zhang Wenhui's words was obvious; it was undoubtedly a dismissal directed at Lv Yan. However, Lv Yan didn't care a bit about Zhang Wenhui's attitude. Her face turned even more alluring as she placed her right hand on Zhang Wenhui's shoulder, leaning closely. Her eyes flickered as she spoke in a coquettish tone, "Director Zhang, have you started looking down on me after your promotion?"
Zhang Wenhui instinctively backed away, thinking to himself that he never regarded her highly in the first place. His expression changed as he sternly said, "Lv Yan, show some restraint. I am not Li Jiangping."
Lv Yan's face faintly changed, her seductive smile turned somewhat forced, and she said, "Director Zhang, it's already past two o'clock, let me accompany you for a while."
This was blatant temptation. Zhang Wenhui coldly replied, "Lv Yan, if it weren't for our previous acquaintance, believe it or not, I'd beat you. Get lost."
Lv Yan had previously faced rejection at Zhang Wenhui's place. She didn't expect his words to be filled with hostility, disdain, and contempt this time, which made her very angry.
This Zhang Wenhui - is he really a man? Even when I've gone this far, he still shows no interest and instead distances himself completely.
Lv Yan prided herself on few men being able to escape her grasp, but she suddenly realized that except for people like Li Jiangping, men like Lin Chuan and Zhang Wenhui are completely unaffected by her charms.
Although furious inside, Lv Yan knew that if she stayed any longer, she'd really become a shameless woman. Clenching her teeth, she glared at Zhang Wenhui, stomped her foot angrily, and then turned away.
Watching Lv Yan's departing figure, Zhang Wenhui suddenly felt a wave of disgust. Such a woman is simply scum, he thought. The very idea of sleeping with a woman like that felt dirty.
Closing the office door properly, Zhang Wenhui lay on the sofa fully dressed, lit a cigarette, and took a few deep drags, his mind flooded with a jumble of thoughts.
It wasn't until around three or four in the morning that Zhang Wenhui drowsily fell asleep. In his sleep, he suddenly found himself in a very hollow space.
In this void, the darkness surrounded him, and eerie sounds echoed intermittently, making him shiver.
Where is this place? Am I dreaming? In this empty environment, surrounded by pitch black space, Zhang Wenhui couldn't help but question himself.
Amidst the darkness, the chilling sounds came closer and suddenly, two strange figures appeared in front of him.
These two strange figures didn't quite look human; their bodies floated lightly. They seemed to be gliding in mid-air rather than walking.
Could these two figures be ghosts? Seeing them, Zhang Wenhui immediately had such a thought cross his mind.
The two peculiar figures floated before Zhang Wenhui and one of them lifted its head, startling him.
This was hardly a face. The nose was deeply sunken in, the eyes lacked pupils, leaving only two dark cavities, and the mouth had disgusting saliva hanging from it.
Seeing this face, Zhang Wenhui felt a wave of nausea and turned to flee in fright.
But before he could run, these two strange figures seemed to be very frightened themselves and vanished in a flash.
Zhang Wenhui was stunned. What was going on? Why did these two figures run off when they saw me?
After a moment of daze, Zhang Wenhui peered into the dark surroundings, hesitated for a while, then steeled himself and walked forward. But wait, he wasn't really walking; his feet couldn't touch the ground.
The reason his feet couldn't touch the ground was simple: there was no ground beneath. It was as if he were floating in space.
Damn! Shocked, Zhang Wenhui dared not move anymore.
After pausing for a while, the darkness remained unchanged, and he couldn't make out any of the surroundings ahead.
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Wenhui thought, what the hell is this place? No way I'm staying put. At worst, I'll risk my life moving forward.
With that resolve, Zhang Wenhui plucked up his courage and floated ahead.
He drifted on for who knows how long, with the darkness still enveloping everything. Except for those two strange figures, Zhang Wenhui hadn't seen even a ghostly shadow during this time.
In such an environment, Zhang Wenhui started feeling a bit unnerved and couldn't help but shout loudly, "Is anyone there?"
The sound echoed in the dark space, and Zhang Wenhui only heard his own echoing call.
Well, it's true, just after Zhang Wenhui shouted, two people indeed appeared in the pitch-black space.
These two people looked very young, one wore a black suit, the other a white suit; their looks were of the handsome young type.
Upon seeing Zhang Wenhui, both showed a very respectful expression and bowed to Zhang Wenhui, saying together: "Subordinates greet Ksitigarbha."
Seeing these two young men call him Ksitigarbha, Zhang Wenhui was stunned and said: "You must be mistaken, I'm not Ksitigarbha, I am Zhang Wenhui."
The two young men exchanged glances, the one dressed in the black suit said: "Ksitigarbha, you are clearly Ksitigarbha, we are not mistaken."
At this moment, Zhang Wenhui suddenly recalled what the old man said about himself being the reincarnation of a king, and he was startled, saying: "What is this place?"
The two young men exchanged glances again, this time they both showed an extremely shocked expression, the young man in the white suit said: "Ksitigarbha, this is the Hell space, your domain."
Hell space, Zhang Wenhui exclaimed, is this the legendary Underworld, how is it this kind of environment.
According to legend, the Underworld should be similar to the earthly world, with roads of yellow springs, the bridge of helplessness, King Yan's hall, the eighteen levels of hell, but what he saw was only a pitch-black space.
"This is Hell? It can't be, why aren't there other ghosts around?" Zhang Wenhui looked at the two young men and asked.
The young man in the black suit said: "Ksitigarbha, recently, people from the earthly world used evil magic to open the channel between the Hell space and the human world, causing many ghosts to be chaotically displaced, all ran to the human world."
The young man in the white suit continued: "Ksitigarbha, we have been looking for you for a long time, we wanted to go to the earthly world to capture these ghosts back, but without your order, we dare not go to the human world."
Zhang Wenhui looked at the two young men, pondered for a while and said: "Who are you, could you tell me what harm these ghosts cause by going to the human world?"
The expressions on the two young men's faces became even more shocked, the young man in the white suit said: "Ksitigarbha, we are the guardians of Hell, if these ghosts are used by evil cults in the human world, it will undoubtedly cause chaos in the order of both the human and Underworld, reversing time and space, the human world will from then on fall into a dark world."
This sounds really serious, Zhang Wenhui almost immediately said: "Then why aren't you going quickly?"
With Zhang Wenhui's permission, the two young men immediately bowed to him, turned, and disappeared within the black space.
Oh shoot, seeing the two young men vanish instantly, Zhang Wenhui cursed quietly to himself, dang, I am really Ksitigarbha, how did I end up in Hell.
Even though he was the king of Hell, he thought he should at least take a look at his domain, Zhang Wenhui couldn't figure out how he arrived here and decided not to ponder it any further, instead, he decided to take a look around Hell.
But the place was pitch-black everywhere, really nothing worth seeing.
Floating in the dark space, Zhang Wenhui didn't encounter anything else on his journey, he didn't know how long he had been drifting when suddenly a flash of light appeared ahead.
In this extremely dark environment, seeing a flash of light delighted Zhang Wenhui, and he quickly floated towards the light.
The light seemed close, but wasn't really that near, Zhang Wenhui floated for a long time before finally reaching the light source.
This light came from a lamp, not an electric lamp or anything like that, but the glow from an oil lamp.
Under the oil lamp, there was a person, no, to be precise, an eerie-looking old man. The old man had a very large face, and his eyes were very big, like copper bells.
This old man not only had a large face and big eyes, but his limbs were different from ordinary people, his arms were very long, dangling down nearly to the knees, and his legs were uneven; meaning his left leg was very long while the right leg was at least fifty centimeters shorter than the left.
The oil lamp hung in mid-air and the old man stood beneath it, his bell-like eyes staring at Zhang Wenhui.
Zhang Wenhui looked at the strangely looking old man, finally couldn't help but float over, and when he reached the old man, he prepared to speak with a smile on his face.
Before Zhang Wenhui could speak, the old man spoke first: "You've arrived."
Zhang Wenhui was taken aback, he had never seen this peculiar old man before, how could he ask like he knew him.
"May I ask who you are..." Ever since the encounter with that old man in the restaurant, followed by the visit to Feng Lingshan, Zhang Wenhui fully understood the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover', the more peculiar the old man, the more likely he was a sage.
The old man looked at him, expressionless, and said blandly: "Your Spiritual Wisdom isn't yet awakened, naturally, you do not know who I am, but I waited here just to tell you one thing, Hell is empty, destined to become a Buddha."