Chapter 417 Mother-in-law_1
Anyone who is human has imagined what the Underworld looks like: a place shrouded in an eerie gloom, bitterly cold, with ghost fires drifting about, and darkness so thick it blots out the sun....
When you were very young, you often wondered if, when you died, your soul would really float out of your body to be taken away by the impermanence of black and white, and then you would curl up in the blanket, tucking your body in, pulling the covers over your head, the whole person nestled under the blankets; whenever you thought of this, even in the scorching height of summer, you would still feel a coldness around you that made you shiver through and through.
Having grown up, through novels, books, and films, you learned about the Netherworld Road, Ghost Gate, Three Origins River, Yu Wangtai, and the Bridge of Helplessness.
Among them, Yu Wangtai is where Grandma Meng performs her duties—any soul wishing to be reborn must travel there to drink the Grandma Meng Soup.
Thinking of this, you couldn’t help but turn and ask Zhang Haiqiang next to you, "Uncle, I read in a tattered scroll that Yu Wangtai is located beyond the Six Bridges in front of The Tenth Yama Palace. It stands as high as a monastery, with a hundred and eight corridor rooms around it. There is also a pathway leading eastward, only fourteen inches wide. All the sentenced male and female ghosts must drink the Grandma Meng Soup in these corridor rooms, regardless of how much or little."
Zhang Haiqiang replied with a faint smile, "That’s all old almanac stuff; human society has gone through the vicissitudes of change—how much more for the Underworld?"
"Oh? So, the Underworld isn’t like what’s described in the books?"
Zhang Haiqiang looked at you, knowing you were asking these questions to gain more information, but as a Chenghuang judge, naturally, there were things he couldn’t disclose to you.
"Mu Yun, to tell you the truth, the only thing I can do is take you to see Grandma Meng. Beyond that, there’s nothing I can do," Zhang Haiqiang sighed softly. "Actually, for me, being present in this world as a judge is not as refreshing as delving into the six realms of reincarnation."
You looked at Zhang Haiqiang and said with a smile, "You Chenghuang are like our municipal government in the Netherworld, as government officials, naturally, there are many restrictions. For ordinary people, within three feet above their head there is a deity watching, how much more so for you?"