I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 392 Emperor Yongle Enters the Netherworld (Part Two)

"Father, it seems that you have a lot of hatred!"

Looking at the old man who was laughing triumphantly, the old man couldn't help being surprised.

"Hehe, not to mention the enmity between life and death, it's also to the point where you can't see each other when you meet."

Reaching out to take off the official hat on his head, Lao Zhu sat cross-legged on the seat of the carriage, and explained to the old man: "Our imperial family will be divided according to merits and duties after we come to Netherworld."

"But the problem is that there are too many monks and too little porridge. We just told you that there is one radish and one hole in the Netherworld, and it will not move a position for thousands of years."

"Everyone is an emperor. If it is not a particularly outstanding contribution, they will rarely be directly assigned positions by the superiors. Most of them must be won."

"And the high-ranking gang of You Ming have the temperament of only setting fires instead of putting out fires. Whenever there is a vacancy, they will be let down directly, and then let the major forces and families compete."

"Unfortunately, Nether has rules, and it is not allowed to use force during competition."

Old Zhu spread his hands, "We don't allow the use of force, then there is no other way, we old fellows can only compare our merits."

"Let's not talk about anything else, our credit for expelling the Tartars and restoring the clothes of the Han family is also among the top among many emperors, but at the end of the comparison, there will be a time when the competition is over, and the remaining few people have almost the same credit. There is no other way, it can only be compared to other things.”

Speaking of this, Old Zhu gritted his teeth fiercely, "Those bastards saw that Bibie might not be able to compare with us, so they pretended to compare their family background."

"One mother is more shameless than the other. We are from poor peasants, so we can compare with them."

Seeing his father's resentment, the old man frowned.

"Father, why don't you ask for something else?"

Hearing this, Old Zhu snorted twice, and said unhappily, "It's not the first emperor's fault. When he left Netherworld and went to other worlds to be a ghost and god, he said that in order to ensure the unity of the people of Shenzhou, the content of the competition must be the minority obey the majority."

"Damn it, I've suffered a lot from this proposal."

Old Zhu became more and more angry, and finally glared at the old man and said: "In the future, if you become a ghost in the world, you will gather all the families and set a rule. When doing any competitions in the future, the content of the competitions will be determined by drawing lots. , it is no longer possible for the minority to obey the majority.”

Seeing his father's angry expression like a child's, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly.

It seems that my father has been bullied by those guys for so many years, otherwise he would not have said such angry words.

"Okay, Dad, don't worry, if there is a chance, I will definitely change this rule."

Hearing his son's assurance, Lao Zhu nodded in satisfaction.

Then he noticed that his son was looking out of the carriage all the time, knowing that his son came to Nether for the first time, and he was very curious about everything here, so he explained it to him with a smile.

"The place of Nether sounds terrifying. In fact, it is no different from the real imperial court. The upper level controls the middle level, the middle level controls the lower level, and the lower level controls the ghosts. The only difference from reality is that the ghosts here have more abilities. It’s just that the living habits have changed a little.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the surroundings and said, "Look at the people here, except for their skin color and appearance, they are actually no different from when they were alive."

"A person has a yang life in life, and a yin life in death."

"You are not allowed to reincarnate if your yin life is not exhausted. Of course, you must have yin virtue on your body, or someone above will help you. You can reincarnate whenever you want, and you will be reincarnated by good people. "

"As for those who are not accompanied by yin and virtue, and there is no one above them, they will only be escorted to Naihe Bridge when the time is up, drink Meng Po soup, and then throw them into the reincarnation tunnel."

"As for what kind of reincarnation it will be, it depends on your meager luck and yin virtue."

"The good ones can be reincarnated as adults, and if there are a little more, they can join the wealthy official family and enjoy the glory and wealth for a lifetime."

"And those who have poor luck and bad morals, or are directly negative, not only have to go to the 18 hells to serve their sentences, but they can only be thrown into the lower three realms of the animal realm."

"And once you commit yourself to the lower three realms, if you want to be reincarnated as a human again, it will take dozens or even hundreds of lifetimes to accumulate."

"Father, did the money they spend come from above?"

When Lao Zhu was giving his son the rules of Nether Operation, the old man accidentally saw a ghost, took out some copper coins, and bought something from a street vendor.

As an emperor who is most sensitive to finance, he immediately thought of the origin of the money.

"Hehe, the reality is burning, it's purely a fool."

Hearing his son ask this question, Lao Zhu glanced at Bai Wuchang in front of him, and blushed slightly.

I think he was curious about this question when he first descended to Netherworld, and asked Bai Wuchang.

Walking beside the carriage, Bai Wuchang, who heard this, subconsciously glanced at Lao Zhu.

Lao Zhu stared, Bai Wuchang smiled and turned his head to look forward.

"Cough cough..."

With a dry cough, Lao Zhu lowered his voice and said: "The money spent by You Ming is money, but it is more accurate to say it is Yin De, which is the cost of reincarnation we just told you."

"The so-called yin virtues are some good deeds that people do when they are alive. Because they fail to meet the requirements of merit, they are transformed into yin virtues."

"And when these yin virtues reach the nether world, they become money used by ghosts."

"As the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind. In Netherworld, besides power, having enough yin virtue can also make you live very comfortably, and even choose a family for future birth."

"In addition to these yin virtues, there are also some tributes from relatives and descendants in the mortal world."

"When worshiping relatives in the mortal world and descendants of future generations, if they are sincerely filial and miss them, there will be some yin virtue in them, which will be passed on to the Nether side through the medium of burned paper money, for the ghosts here to spend. .”

"So that's it. In this way, burning paper money is still useful."

After listening to the old man's explanation, the old man nodded suddenly.

"It is indeed useful, but it depends on whether the future relatives and grandchildren of the reality don't care about it. If it is completely perfunctory to go to the grave, then the paper money burned is purely for yourself and others. It is useless. The people below should suffer. still suffer."

"Judge Zhu, we've arrived."

While the father and father were discussing the issue of burning paper money, the marching team, watched by many ghosts on both sides of the street, came to a magnificent palace.

Knowing that he had arrived at the place, the old man looked up and saw the plaque on the magnificent gate in front of him at a glance.

"Yin Si!"

"Let's go, don't look at it, there is plenty of time later, let's report to Cui Pan first, and then he will lead you to meet Emperor Yin."

After getting out of the carriage, under the salute of the ghost clan guarding the gate, Lao Zhu led the old man into the underworld with big strides.

While walking, Lao Zhu explained in a low voice: "When you see the characters and Emperor Yin inside, you must be polite and respectful, and don't put on the emperor's airs."

"Although you have made great contributions, your status has not yet been determined. If you offend the people here, they will not do anything to you in the face of Emperor Yin, but if you offend Emperor Yin and anger his old man, even if you You have done so much to arrange for you to sweep the streets, but no one dares to say anything."

The old man knew that this was because his father was afraid that he would be used to being the emperor, and would put on airs when he saw everyone, so he specifically explained it.

"Don't worry, father, the son is spared. When I see Emperor Yin later, I will pay respects to him as if I were meeting you."

Old Zhu, who was walking aside, staggered when he heard this, turned his head and slapped the old man hard.

"You stupid bastard, I want you to be more polite and respectful. I didn't ask you to be someone's grandson. If you are such a big man, what kind of person you haven't met, you can just communicate with him normally."

"If the posture is too low, he will look down on him instead. If he looks down on him at that time, the assigned position may be even worse."

"oh oh!"

The old man nodded quickly, and at the same time complained in his heart: Good guy, I originally said to treat him like you, which is the attitude of being a son, but you actually want me to be his grandson, Dad, you have exposed yourself.

"Cui Pan...Cui Pan...Are you here...We're here to find you, our son is here."

Ignoring the old man with a strange expression next to him, Lao Zhu dragged him, and walked into a yamen carelessly. He yelled loudly before he entered the door, obviously he knew the people inside very well.

"Come here, come here, I said Zhu Chongba, anyway, I am also your superior, when you enter my office, you can't report it."

The old man who followed his father into the yamen, followed the voice, and saw a man wearing a Tang Dynasty costume, holding a book in his hand, and came out angrily.

Obviously, the other party was either working or reading just now, and Lao Zhu's carefree shouting disturbed the other party.

"Hey, which one of us is with whom? Back then you told me that there are no superiors and subordinates, only brotherhood."

Seeing the Lord came out, Lao Zhu laughed, sat down on the table next to him, picked up the teapot on the table unceremoniously, and poured tea for himself, as if he had come to his own home.

"Ugh!"

Cui Pan shook his head helplessly, and stopped talking to Lao Zhu, and looked at the old man standing beside him waiting.

"You are Zhu Chongba's son!"

"Zhu Di pays homage to Judge Cui!"

The old man bowed his hands politely, completely obeying the old man's instructions, and being polite to everyone.

Cui Pan nodded with a smile, and at the same time sideways dodged half the salute.

He had a duty to accept this half-respect, and as a human race, he admired the old man's actions very much, so he turned sideways to avoid half of it.

"Respectfully invite the book of life and death!"

After the two greeted each other, Judge Cui asked the old man to sit aside and wait, while he came to a seat at the main table, and bowed his hands together.

As Judge Cui's words fell, seven colors of light suddenly radiated in front of the spiritual tablet, and then a scroll of simple bamboo slips exuding Taoism appeared in front of the three of them.

Seeing the bamboo slips caught by Judge Cui with both hands, the old man blinked suspiciously.

"So the book of life and death is a bamboo slip, I thought it was a book."

"It is indeed a bamboo slip. Only the copy held by me and the judge is a book."

Hearing the old man's muttering, Judge Cui, who took over the book of life and death, explained with a smile.

Afterwards, he unfolded the bamboo slips and took a light photo of the old man, and simple and simple words popped up on the bamboo slips.

These words are very strange, none of the old man knew them, but these words fell into his eyes, but he understood what these words meant in his heart.

"Zhu Di, the fourth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, was born in..."

The moment the words appeared, Judge Cui began to read aloud.

But at some point, figures appeared on the empty chairs around the old man.

Lao Zhu, who was originally sitting on a chair drinking tea, stood up at some point behind a black shadow.

"...Today, he died of illness."

The content of the text that gradually emerged is very detailed, from the birth of the old man, to the rebellion and becoming the emperor, how many people were killed, why they were killed, how much land they laid down, what achievements they made for the common people, and how they died in the end. The time of death is clearly recorded.

Hearing the other party's reading, the old man sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, people are doing the work and the sky is watching. They can hide it from others, but they can't hide it from the world.

"Dear lords, Zhu Di's life has been read out, you may have any questions."

Slightly closing the bamboo slips, Judge Cui bowed his hands to the nine figures sitting on the chair.

Hearing Magistrate Cui's words, the old man saw that there were already people sitting around him, and there was another person standing beside him. It was obvious that he had taken the other person's seat.

"The palace king is very sorry, Zhu did not notice you just now, please take your seat quickly."

The old man was afraid for a while that he actually snatched the position of the palace king of the underworld.

Just now his father told him not to offend others, but it turned out to be good, he offended a palace king before it even started.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I won't be tired after sitting every day, Emperor Di is exhausted all the way, so it's only natural to take more rest."

The palace king didn't know if he had a good temper, but he was still very optimistic about the old man. He smiled and waved his hands casually, and even invited the old man to sit down and rest.

The old man would not sit down and hastily shied away.

In the end, the two gave way for a long time. The king of the palace who didn't know which palace was next to him was a little impatient, and said directly, "Everyone is very busy, don't waste time." That's why the old man and the palace king stopped , the palace king standing next to the old man didn't shirk, nodded to the old man, and sat down on the chair.

These ten palace kings came here, in fact, they were just taking a formality.

When Judge Cui asked again, the ten palace kings looked at each other, nodded, and then disappeared from their positions.

"Father, that..."

Seeing the ten kings coming and leaving inexplicably, the old man looked at Lao Zhu suspiciously.

"Shh!"

Lao Zhu made a gesture of silence, and after a glance, Judge Cui, who seemed to have not seen their little tricks, said in a low voice: "That little bastard Liu Pei is his godson, and our relationship with the Liu family is not very good. , you come down from the top, and you are about to become a high-level executive in the future, he must be unhappy in his heart."

The old man nodded suddenly.

He just said, the other nine palace kings looked at him very kindly, but the one who spoke just now looked at him with something wrong.

The emotional reason is here.

It wasn't until this moment that the old man fully understood that the water in the Underworld is also very deep.

"Okay, I'm just going through the motions here. As for what position you can get, it's up to Emperor Yin to decide."

After sending the book of life and death back, Magistrate Cui walked up to the two fathers with a smile, stretched out his hand and said falsely: "Let's go, Emperor Yin is still waiting for you, you have to behave well later, your father is still waiting for you to let him As for the scenery, don't let Daddy be excited for so long because you didn't perform well and were not favored by Emperor Yin and assigned a useless small job."

"Humph."

Old Zhu on the side heard this and snorted twice, "If he comes back with a useless errand for us, I will directly send him to the 18th floor of hell and let him live happily for a few years."

The old man's hair was black in an instant.

This is really a dear father!

ps: The new book was messed up by someone, and I felt a little depressed. I was a little out of shape when I wrote this one, and the writing may not be satisfactory. Let's make do with it first. Anyway, the side story will not affect the main text.

(End of this chapter)