During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, there was a scholar named Sang Zhenghuai, whose family was poor. His parents were dead, leaving him alone, struggling to survive on a few acres of thin fields. Moreover, he looked ugly, and a large black birthmark on his face made him break his appearance, so he could not say that he was a daughter-in-law.
Although Sang Zhenghuai worked hard to study, his qualifications were limited, and he took the imperial examination many times, and even Xiucai was not admitted. For this reason, he was very distressed, feeling that life had built four walls for him, but he forgot to open a door, and there was no day to come out.
On this day, it was Sang Zhenghuai's twenty-fifth birthday, and he went to buy a pot of wine, boiled two salted duck eggs, fried a fish, and got drunk. After drinking, he sat at the wine table in a daze, remembering that he was twenty-five years old, but he had achieved nothing, not even a wife, and could not help but feel sad and cry.
The more he cried, the more sad he became, and Sang Zheng was full of thoughts, and he had world-weary thoughts, so he simply untied his belt, hung it on the roof beam, put his head into the belt, and stomped his feet, and the stool fell to the ground. His feet were dangling in the air, he struggled unceasingly, and when he saw that he was about to run out of breath, suddenly a black shadow came and untied his belt.
Sang Zheng sat down on the ground, woke up, looked at the erratic black shadow in front of him, and asked, "Why are you saving me?" I'm dead mine, and I'm going to have nothing to do with you!" Black Shadow let out a sympathetic laugh and said, "I'm not saving you, I'm not allowing you to be a hanging ghost, you don't have this qualification." ”
It turned out that Shadow was a ghost, a messenger who was in charge of hanging ghosts in Hades. But whenever someone hangs himself, he will come to receive the soul, and if fate is not destined to hang the ghost, he will drive that person away. He went on to say, "Your way of dying, fate has long been predestined, now is not the time." ”
Sang Zhenghuai asked, "Then, may I ask the messenger, which one does my correct method of death belong to?" The black shadow kept wafting and said, "The heavenly machine cannot be leaked, and it cannot be told to you." Sang Zheng said with a bitter face, "But I can't live anymore, I don't want to live in the world." ”
Shadow said coldly, "If you don't want to live, you have to live, this is your life." Once again, I warn you not to hang yourself, lest you waste my time. "Finished speaking, disappeared.
Sang Zhenghuai had to pack up his mood and continue to live a hard life. After more than a year, when it came to the Tongsheng Examination, he took the exam again, and once again he was named Sun Shan. When he went to see the list, he heard others saying hello to each other, but no one looked at him squarely, and he couldn't help but be ashamed and indignant, and walked home while silently weeping.
When he walked to the river, looking at the flowing river, Sang Zhenghuai had the idea of taking his own life again. He was fierce, his eyes were closed, and he jumped into the river, and was quickly swept away by the river.
At this time, a water monster picked him up, walked up to the shore, threw him on the ground, and scolded:, drowning ghosts is what you can do? ”
Sang Zhenghuai asked, "Who are you?" Why am I not allowed to drown? The water monster smiled and said, "I am the messenger who specializes in drowning ghosts, as long as the water-related method of death is under my control, your fate is not this method of death." "After saying that, jumping into the water and disappearing." Sang Zheng thought to himself, it is really deceitful too much, and if you want to die, you will not let people die! He had to wring out his clothes and walk lonely toward the house.
After more than a year, it was qingming festival. On this day, Sang Zhenghuai took the sacrifice to sweep the graveyard for his parents. Remembering his pain, he couldn't help but kneel in front of his father's grave and cry. Crying and crying, he had the idea of taking his own life again, climbed up the cliff, and jumped from above.
At the moment when Sang Zhenghuai's body landed on the ground, a monster with a human-faced beast body suddenly emerged from the air and caught him. The monster angrily threw him to the ground and said, "I am the messenger in charge of accidental death, jumping off cliffs, jumping off buildings, crashing cars, hitting pillars, and other accidental deaths, all of which belong to me." Your fate does not belong to this way of death, don't toss it in the future. "Finished speaking, disappeared.
Sang Zheng sighed and had to go home. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sang Zheng was crying loudly, not thinking that he was so miserable, living and suffering, wanting to die but could not die. After crying for a while, Sang Zhenghuai wiped a handful of tears, thinking secretly, simply poisoning himself. So he ran out into the street and bought poison. When he returned home, he dressed up, left a suicide note, drank poison, and lay in bed waiting for death.
After a while, the drug had a seizure, and Sang Zheng was having trouble breathing. Just then, he felt someone tear open his chest, grope it in his stomach, and then pinch the wound again. After a while, Sang Zhenghuai stopped feeling pain and woke up. I saw a man dressed as a scribe standing at the head of the bed.
The scribe smiled and said, "Introduce yourself, I am a messenger of death, and I am in charge of the methods of suicide such as drinking medicine, wiping my neck, cutting my wrists, and so on." After saying that, his body shook and disappeared suddenly.
Sang Zheng secretly wondered to himself that several ordinary methods of suicide would not work, so which method of death did he belong to? He really couldn't figure it out, so he ran to Mr. Yin and Yang to inquire.
Mr. Yin Yang said, "I have to check this matter." After saying that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Your suffering in this life is all atonement for the sins of your past lives." ”
It turned out that Sang Zhenghuai's previous life was a rich man with an unhealthy heart, surnamed Wu. In the year of famine, many families did not have rice to eat, there was no rice for sale in the market, and money could not buy rice. The rich man's family hoarded rice from a granary, but he was reluctant to help the poor people.
One night, a man who had fled from abroad found the home of the rich man Wu, took out a valuable piece of precious jade, and exchanged it for a bucket of rice. His family fled to this place, and they have not eaten a full meal for more than ten days, and every day they drink a little porridge. This piece of precious jade is his ancestral property, in order to survive, he had to exchange food and let the family eat rice for the time being.
Sang Zheng rolled his eyes, pretended to agree, and ordered the servant woman to bring a large bowl of rice first, so that the man could fill his stomach. When this person saw the rice with white flowers, a green light appeared in his eyes, and he snatched it up and ate it. The rice was dry and hard, and the man ate it urgently, and he had been drinking porridge for more than ten days, and his throat could not adapt to it at once. The rice could not be swallowed, stuck in the throat, and choked alive. This was the evil of the rich man Wu, who deliberately instructed the servant woman to cook the rice dry and hard, and he was white with a piece of precious jade.
After the death of the rich lord Wu, he was reincarnated as Sang Zhenghuai and lived a poor life, which was to atone for the sins of his previous life. And he is also doomed to not get a good death, but the time has not yet arrived.
After listening to Mr. Yin and Yang,Sang Zhenghuai asked, "Is there any way to rescue you?" Mr. Yin and Yang said, "This kind of thing cannot be saved." Sang Zhenghuai had to go back with his head down. After that, he never looked for death again, and quietly lived a poor life. Who knew that once he wanted to open, his heart was calm, and he felt that the days were not so bitter.
When he was forty years old, Sang Zhenghuai's family came to a literary friend, and he put wine and dishes to warmly entertain. The two drank a few glasses of wine and began to eat. Wen You told a joke, Sang Zhenghuai swallowed half of the rice in one gulp, heard the words and laughed, and the rice choked in his throat and choked to death on the spot.
As for whether this Wenyou was the one who choked to death in a previous life, it is not known.
Just as the so-called Heavenly Dao Cycle, retribution is not pleasant. You must not be a person with ill intentions and calculate others. Even if it is successful for a while, it will not escape retribution after all. This story adopts an absurd penmanship, which lies in borrowing things to persuade people to be good, and has nothing to do with feudal superstition.
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