A figure stood there.
After taking the girl to the hospital and watching her being lifted onto a stretcher, Jiang Fan had no more worries. He followed the path he remembered and returned to the place where the man had jumped into the river. Jiang Fan stood by the bridge, his face calm. His eyes were fixed on the rushing river below, which shimmered in the moonlight, its surface sparkling like the scales of fish.
Jiang Fan was standing right where the man had jumped into the river.
What is life?
He remained silent.
This was the last question the man asked the girl, or rather, the world, before he decided to commit suicide. He was deeply troubled by this question. He didn't know why his life, which should have been ordinary, had to be so unfortunate. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why did he have such a big setback?
He was so puzzled
He was so angry!
Why did such a terrible misfortune have to happen to me!
The river water gurgled softly; it was not flowing rapidly at all, but to Jiang Fan's ears, it sounded like a hundred-foot waterfall crashing into a deep pool, making a huge roar.
What appears to be an ordinary surface of water to a normal person begins to change slowly in Jiang Fan's eyes. A whirlpool suddenly appears where the man fell into the river. Initially, the whirlpool is insignificant, but in the blink of an eye, it expands to the size of a person. It spins rapidly, and the rapid rotation causes the center of the whirlpool to become completely dark—a darkness completely different from the darkness of reality!
A phantom image...
Gradually emerging from the vortex!
The phantom emerged from the vortex at a slow speed, but it was exceptionally stable. Jiang Fan's previously calm face finally showed a slight change. He stared intently at that spot, watching the phantom slowly evolve from just a head to a complete body.
Jiang Fan had a thought of shattering the vortex, but he knew it could only be a thought.
My guess was right. After this resentful man died, his soul returned to the world just like the little boy last time. But the little boy's wish was fulfilled and he disappeared on his own. What about this man?
Since that's the case,
So where are the souls of all those who have died over the centuries?
Could it be that in this world,
Does the underworld really exist?
resentment,
anger,
Accompanied by surging resentment, the phantom finally emerged from the vortex. The phantom stood there, in the void. It had no real body, only a black shadow shrouded in mist. It faced Jiang Fan, motionless. The moonlight in the sky fell and shone on Jiang Fan and the black shadow. The rapidly spinning vortex slowed down and finally disappeared.
The dark figure moved towards Jiang Fan.
His face was blurry, but Jiang Fan knew it was the driver who had died not long ago. The shadowy figure didn't move at all, but a voice reached Jiang Fan's ears.
He said,
Why did such a terrible misfortune have to happen to me?
Faced with a question that troubled a person until death, when the soul continued to question him with its will, Jiang Fan didn't know how to answer. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary young man, and now he was nothing more than that. It wasn't like he had gained enlightenment like a celestial being just by learning Taoist magic.
He didn't know,
He couldn't find the answer.
Under the moonlight, a dark figure floated in the air, facing Jiang Fan. The lingering consciousness reminded him of the silence of the person before him when he was alive. Now that he had become a ghost, if he asked the person before him again, the person would remain silent. Silence, silence, and more silence, forever silence!
Who will come?
Can you answer my question?
"Why did such a terrible misfortune have to happen to me?!" He roared, his face turned to the sky.
Lower your head,
The man's resentful soul looked at Jiang Fan again. His mind was now filled with resentment, and he had completely lost his heart.
He said,
"Always silent, what right do you have to be a celestial being in this world!"
Faced with the interrogation from the depths of his soul, Jiang Fan's aura remained as steady as a mountain. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the unwavering spiritual energy circulating within his body. Moonlight shone down on Jiang Fan, illuminating his snow-white face. At that moment, a red mole seemed to appear in the center of Jiang Fan's brow.
He opened his eyes,
road,
“I believe in cause and effect, and in the afterlife. Buddhists have always kept cause and effect in mind. They do good deeds in this life in order to be reborn in the next life. I didn’t know that the world was like this before, so I was skeptical about the concept of the afterlife. But I have come to believe in it now. I am not a Buddhist disciple, but I also hope to do more good deeds in this life. I don’t crave a quick or wonderful next life, because I know that after drinking the Meng Po soup and being reincarnated, I will no longer be the person I am in this life. No matter how quick or wonderful the next life is, it will have nothing to do with me.”
"therefore,"
"I only ask for this life."
After Jiang Fan finished speaking, he felt completely comfortable and relaxed. Waves of ease and comfort welled up from the bottom of his heart. It was as if Jiang Fan thought this was the pleasure of sudden enlightenment. It was as if dark clouds had suddenly dissipated and beams of golden light shone down, making everything extremely clear.
The problem of the shadows
Jiang Fan didn't give a direct answer. He spoke as if he were talking to a friend, waiting for his friend to finish speaking before responding.
"fart!"
The shadowy figure roared, his voice hysterical, devoid of any semblance of his former composure. Resentment and anger had completely consumed his soul, and the space-time around him seemed to ripple like water.
"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"