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Text Chapter 4. Passing the Yin

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    For about 10 minutes, I tried hard to control myself not to think about anything else, but I couldn't help but think randomly. This kind of moment when I closed my eyes and was already very insecure, to me, it was like pitch black without lights.  Walking at night in the mountains, or about to open the wooden door of an old house that has been abandoned for a long time, I cannot predict what will happen next. Personally, it is not that I am afraid of facing the unknown, but that I am afraid of facing the unknown.  I lost my courage from the beginning.  The more I wanted to relax, the less I could do it. My hands and feet obviously drooped naturally, but my feet couldn't help but tremble because of the tension.  It¡¯s embarrassing, I know that, but I don¡¯t want to be like that either.  Maybe it was because I was trying hard to calm down, so I took a few deep breaths and then slowly exhaled. At this time, Granny Huang, who was next to me, suddenly grabbed my left hand with her right hand and slapped it a few times.  After we got off, Granny Huang said to me in her usual old tone, if you can't be quiet, think of something else, such as the taste of tea in your mouth.  When Granny Huang said this, I began to subconsciously search for the taste of the previous cup of tea in my mouth.  Although it smells delicious, it feels sticky when you eat it.  It's not really nausea, at most it feels like sesame paste.  The taste is not an ordinary tea taste, but a bitter, astringent, dry feeling. It is difficult to describe this taste with a specific word. I only know that the more I try to distinguish the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy taste.  When it's salty, the more I realize that this taste comes from both sides of my tongue, so real and obvious.  Gradually, my consciousness became blurry. It was pitch black with my eyes closed, but I saw many fireflies that seemed to be flying. But when I wanted to focus on a certain bright spot, it quickly fled away.  , as if it knew I was looking at it.  The sound in my ears began to become very muddy, a bit like the feeling of a radio with a dead battery. It was very slow but very loud. I first noticed a red patch appeared in front of my originally dark eyes, as if I had closed the door at night.  When you open your eyes, it's like someone lights a red lamp in front of you. Even though you don't open your eyes, you can feel its light through your eyelids.  Then there was a burst of smoke-like red light and black alternating with each other, and the sounds in the ears began to become noisy and more and more overlapped. Among these sounds, there were crying, laughing, and shrill screams, but because of the speed of speech,  It slowed down and became so low that I couldn't tell the difference between men and women.  This feeling is very strange, much like being drunk and feeling like your body is spinning at a certain speed in mid-air even though you are staying in place without moving.  I felt dizzy, but I didn't want to vomit. Then, all the sounds stopped suddenly, the light disappeared, and the sound of an old-fashioned pendulum clock became gradually more obvious and became more and more real.  I recalled that the ticking sound came from the pendulum clock in Granny Huang's room. It is said to have existed since the early days of liberation. Then a burst of footsteps came from my left. This alarmed me.  Suddenly I woke up.  I moved my fingers tentatively and found that they could move. Then I felt Granny Huang patting the back of my hand as before, and then told me that I could open my eyes.  My heart is beating fast because I have never been to the so-called "underworld". What will I see when I open my eyes?  Is it the giant Lord of Hell in official uniform, or the weird-looking bull-headed and horse-faced figures with imperial staffs in their hands, black and white?  Will I see those little devils of Yama with weird horns on their heads, or will I see those guilty souls who are going up the sword mountain and down the frying pan?  Extremely quickly, I flashed back in my mind everything I had read about the underworld from various channels and books since childhood, but I still could not muster the courage to open my eyes.  Until Granny Huang said, open your eyes, don't be afraid.  So I slowly opened my eyes. As the light poured into my eyes, the surrounding situation became clear. However, I found that I was sitting on the recliner at Grandma Huang's house. Everything around me was the same as the one I just slept on.  Time has not changed, and those footsteps are the sounds of Granny Huang's devotees walking around when they hang up their hats.  I was very puzzled, so I asked Granny Huang, what happened? Did it fail?  Why are we still here?  Granny Huang said it was over.  As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.  Watching Grandma Huang wipe her sweat, I touched my forehead and found that it was also covered in sweat.  Winter clothes are already thick, and I noticed that the sweat from my vest had stuck my underwear together.  I asked Granny Huang in surprise, why it's over?  But I didn¡¯t see anything!  Granny Huang didn't answer me, maybe she was too tired. She just pointed at the old-fashioned pendulum clock in the corner of the room.  When I looked around, it turned out that almost four hours had passed since we started to go yin.  I still couldn't believe it, so I took out my phone to look at it. When I put my hand into my pants pocket, I found that the inside of my pocket was soaked with sweat.  displayed on mobile phoneThe time was consistent with the time of the pendulum clock. Until this time, I really believed that not only had we gone to the underworld once, but we had come back smoothly and safely.  Granny Huang shouted outside the house, children, please take a rest.  We're already fine.  Then she shouted, Master Situ, please come into the house.  Those believers stopped hanging red, and one of them poked his head in and asked Granny Huang, is everything okay?  Granny Huang said, it's okay, it's good. You have all worked hard, so go and rest.  So within a few minutes, the group of believers left.  Situ walked into the room and looked at us with surprise and happiness in his eyes.  Surprisingly, we came back safely, which must be why we were so happy.  I also stood up and moved my legs and feet, but I felt a soreness in my thighs.  Granny Huang poured a glass of water and drank it, then poured another glass and handed it to me.  Then tell me, kid, you behaved well and didn't worry me.  I was so confused by her praise because I didn't even remember what happened.  To be precise, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t remember, but that I can¡¯t remember clearly.  There are some very vague fragments in my mind, but if I want to recall these fragments carefully, I can't find the exact way.  During these long hours, it seemed to me that I had just fallen asleep and was not yet asleep. I was in a half-dream and half-awake state. During this period, I might receive some sporadic messages from the outside, but after all, I couldn¡¯t believe it.  It actually happened, and I always thought it was just a dream I couldn¡¯t remember.  So I drank water, wiped my sweat, and then asked Granny Huang what happened. I needed to use her mouth to piece together my fragmented memories.  Granny Huang said, when you closed your eyes, you saw some flying light spots, right?  I said yes, like fireflies.  Granny Huang said that this is the critical point where your soul and body are about to separate.  I said that after that, I still felt that my eyes were red and black, and the rest was completely unimpressed.  Granny Huang said that the red and black colors are the ones we keep going down, and the black part is the middle compartment every time we enter a deeper place.  I asked Granny Huang what those red ones were.  Granny Huang said, those are the flames.  There are many people in the fire, undergoing endless torture.  Granny Huang said it calmly, but it sounded so creepy to me. Because I can remember this fragment, I just didn't open my eyes, so when she described it like this, a picture immediately appeared in my mind.  In front of my eyes, coupled with the strange sounds I heard, either crying or screaming, they all expressed a feeling to me, that is, it was terrifying.  Granny Huang said that everyone¡¯s soul is at the lowest level. She knows the horoscopes of Hu Zongren and me, so she can find them quickly without asking for directions from those brats.  But when they found Hu Zongren's soul, they found that his soul was surrounded by silky vines, leaving only a head.  When Hu Zongren's head was buried, not even a god could save him.  Surrounding Yuanshen, there is a child without pants. He looks white and fat, but he has an extremely ferocious face and a mouth that is wider than imagined, but the mouth is full of thin  Countless teeth.  I know very little about Yin people, so when Granny Huang described it like this, I naturally connected it with the images of ghosts I had encountered in the past, but Granny Huang told me that the appearance of Yin people is even more terrifying.  Ghosts may just be spooky, but Yin people are people who are already in hell. Hell is originally full of sinful people, and these Yin people are the worst and most aggressive among this group of sinful people.  .  It was thrilling to hear that. Even though I knew we finally came back safely, I couldn't help but blink my eyes fiercely a few times, for fear that I was also dreaming at this moment.  Granny Huang said, the sinister man saw us two from afar and kept grinning to prevent us from getting close. Moreover, he could smell that you were a stranger.  What should I say to the strangers here?  Granny Huang explained to me that the physical body is still alive, but the soul has come to the place of ghosts, and it is the lowest level.  I asked in confusion, but what's the difference?  Granny Huang said that the difference is huge. Those at the bottom, if they are not existing souls, are definitely dead.  When the two of us walked to that place, we were supposed to be dead, but I had walked there countless times, but this was the first time for you.  You acted very unfamiliar, and you were immediately recognized by that guy.  I asked Granny Huang, what happened next?  After taking a sip of water, Grandma Huang said to me, the next thing I know, the child rushed towards both of us.
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