Affairs of the Netherworld
Following the direction Fuxi pointed, the vast army of wandering souls had already entered the Underworld.
They were completely lost and didn't know where to go.
Houtu seeing this, Houtu sighed softly.
The Netherworld she established is now just an empty shell, with no one to enter and assist in its management.
But the wandering souls were already surging towards the Underworld.
Houtu looked at the Ancestor Minghe, smiled gently, and spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Minghe, could you spare some members from your Asura Clan for me?"
Upon hearing Houtu's words, Minghe's eyes lit up.
He wasn't oblivious to what was being said; this was clearly an attempt to give him another great Merit!
What kind of place is the Netherworld?
The place where all living beings in the Primordial World are reborn Reincarnation!
The Merits accumulated here are endless!
His involvement Asura Clan was nothing more than reaping the Merit.
The Ancestor Minghe nodded repeatedly.
"If Houtu Daoist Houtu needs it, please feel free to use it."
Houtu then casually pointed in the direction of the Asura Clan.
A set of neat official robes appeared on the thousands of Asuras.
"From now on, you will be the Underworld's Netherworld Constables, responsible for Jieyin souls and guiding them to Reincarnation."
Those thousands of Netherworld Constables immediately bowed their heads in agreement!
A white lantern, made of an unknown material, appeared in the hands of the Netherworld Constables.
A ghostly blue flame burned silently within.
The endless, lost souls, following the light of the lantern and behind the Netherworld Constables, embarked on the Yellow Springs Road.
"This Yellow Springs Road can sever these wandering souls from their connection to the mortal world, allowing them to recall their past."
On the Yellow Springs Road, a divine light gradually appeared in the eyes of the bewildered wandering souls!
After arranging the Netherworld Constables, Houtu pointed towards the Gate of Ghost Gate once more.
Two divine generals stood on either side of the Ghost Gate.
One of them was named Shen Tu, dressed in colorful armor, with a dignified face and a majestic posture, holding a golden halberd!
One of them was Yu Lei, the elder brother of Shen Tu. He had a solemn expression and held a large golden sword!
"You two are responsible for maintaining peace and tranquility at the Gates of Ghost Gate."
The two divine generals clasped their hands in agreement!
When those lost souls reach this Ghost Gate, all their memories from their previous lives have been restored.
Suddenly, a demonic spirit with four claws on one foot, four wings on its back, a snake's head, and an eagle's body soared into the sky from the group, shouting.
My father is...
A sharp blade of light shot out from beneath the Ghost Gate, cleaving the wandering soul in two.
Shen Tu paused, his eyes flashing with golden light, and his voice booming like thunder.
"Once you enter the Netherworld, do not think of returning to the mortal realm. Quickly pass through the Ghost Gate and head to Fengdu City!"
Houtu smiled and nodded.
She was quite satisfied with what Shen Tu and Yu Lei had done.
When those wandering souls passed through the Ghost Gate and entered Fengdu City, Houtu encountered a dilemma.
"These wandering souls should each be examined through this Human Book to determine their right and wrong in their previous lives, and then it will be decided which Reincarnation they should enter."
"But with so many wandering spirits, what should we do?"
Houtu's gaze fell on Fuxi, who had a smile on his face.
"Brother, do you have a solution?"
Fuxi smiled gently and then spoke.
"Since there are so many wandering souls, then let's establish Ten Yama Kings to judge right and wrong."
"One court and one Yama, each in charge of matters concerning different races."
As soon as Fuxi said this, Houtu waved her hand, and ten people dressed in magnificent robes and wearing crowns appeared in Fengdu City.
The Judge's Brush and the Book of Life and Death were also divided into ten parts and fell into the hands of the Ten Kings of Hell.
"Since there is a distinction between good and evil, those who do good should be reborn into the Heavenly Dao, Human Path, Asura Path."
"Those who do evil will first go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to cleanse their sins, and then be cast into the Beast Path."
Houtu asked with a soft "hmm".
How should these Eighteen Levels of Hell be set up?
When she was building the Netherworld, she specifically created this area, but nothing has been filled into it yet.
Fuxi's gaze fell upon the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and he began to recount the story.
"Since it is to cleanse sins, the punishment should be severe."
"The first level of the Tongue-Pulling Hell all those who, in this life, sow discord, slander and harm others, are glib-tongued, use clever words to argue, or lie and deceive, will be sent to this Tongue-Pulling Hell."
"The second level of the Scissor Hell is where the fingers of those who instigate their wives to remarry are cut off."
"The third level Iron Tree Hell, is for those who, in their lifetime, sowed discord among family members, instigated discord between fathers and sons, brothers, sisters, and spouses. After death, they enter the Iron Tree Hell. The trees are covered with sharp blades, which pierce the skin of those who come from behind, suspending them from the iron trees."
"The fourth floor..."
"The fifth floor..."
"The eighteenth level of the Oil Cauldron Hell those who commit prostitution, theft, robbery, bullying the weak, falsely accusing and slandering others, eating animal meat, seizing others' property, and their wives. After death, they are sent to the Oil Cauldron Hell, stripped naked, and thrown into a cauldron of hot oil to be fried."
After listening to Fuxi describe the Eighteen Levels of Hell one by one, the Ancestor Minghe's face was filled with shock.
These punishments are horrifying to even hear about, let alone to carry them out.
Houtu was startled at first, then nodded in agreement.
She pointed towards the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and the Blood Sea began to churn.
Countless little demons crawled out of the Blood Sea and entered the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Lay down mountains of knives, ignite seas of fire, set up cauldrons of boiling oil...
They are only waiting for the arrival of the one burdened with sin.
Fuxi's gaze shifted to the enormous arched bridge above the Blood Sea.
"This bridge is called the Naihe Bridge. Before the Naihe Bridge stands the Stone of Seeing One’s Hometown, where wandering souls before reincarnation can see the person they miss most once more."
"After passing this 'Stone of Seeing One’s Hometown,' one must drink a bowl of Meng Po Soup to forget one's past life and be reincarnated in the Six Paths of Reincarnation."
As Fuxi spoke, Houtu continued to exert her magical powers.
An old woman dressed in simple clothes appeared on the Naihe Bridge.
In front of her, a pot of soup of unknown ingredients was boiling.
The basic process for a wandering soul to enter the Netherworld has been fully established.
Looking at the well-organized Netherworld, Houtu smiled with relief.
The Ancestor Minghe, however, seemed somewhat at a loss.
His Daoist Abode has been occupied by the Netherworld and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and now he doesn't know where to go.
Noticing Minghe's expression, Houtu smiled gently and said.
"Fellow Daoist Minghe, my Netherworld is only at the very basic stage of its construction."
"There are still many areas that need improvement."
The Ancestor Minghe was overjoyed; Houtu's words had given him a good place to go.
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said.
"Those minor tasks can be handled by my subordinates. As for the major tasks, if Houtu Daoist Houtu is willing to give them to me, this old Daoist would be happy to do so."
After discussing the various matters concerning the Netherworld with Minghe,
Houtu then set off to return to Buzhou Mountain with Fuxi.
Her coming out with Fuxi this time has caused such a commotion.
I haven't informed my older sisters and brothers yet.
They must be worried!