1. The nurse guides the lost

Be gentle, don't be too ruthless! It can be terrifying, but don't scare me to death! I closed my eyes and I can't see anything. If I see anything, I hope I like it.

The drunkard knew that he had thrown his body into the pond. His soul was now entering another world. It was completely unfamiliar. What would be inside? How did he know? So sometimes he closed his eyes tightly, sometimes he opened his eyes in fear. Pain does not exist, without gravity pulling, and his body even had a little pleasure, similar to the climax of sex. Wow, the drunkard tried hard to breathe. Now, he just felt dizzy, the person was floating, and everything in front of him was just chaos. The sun, which was still glowing golden light, suddenly changed color and white, and the light woven into a net, chasing him aimlessly, feeling a little hot on his face and the soles of his feet were also hot. There were whistles in his ears, mixed with these harsh shouts, and the sound of the wind was still shouting for help? Look up, oh, fortunately, the aura composed of fireflies was still spinning above his head, guiding him forward.

It’s an angel, where are you going to take me?

At this time, maybe you, or he or she will jump out to oppose everything that happens. People cannot be resurrected. How can the body of an alcoholic ghost stay in the pond while the soul slowly ascends to heaven? Will there be a soul immortal? Then, I ask you, how do you determine that the soul will die with the body? In fact, no one knows. If you, at the moment when you approach death, that is, the doctor announces that you have the last five minutes of life, then, at this time, someone told you that the soul is immortal after death and can be reincarnated. At the same time, someone told you that after death, there will be nothing left and a pile of ashes. So, who would you rather believe in? I believe you will definitely believe in the former theory of immortality.

The immortality of the soul is one of the greatest wishes of mankind, isn’t it?

Okay, don’t make unnecessary arguments for now, leave some space before talking. Now let’s continue our story, story, do you understand? Everything is fiction. Give some patience and let’s accompany the drunkard on a mysterious soul trip.

In a daze, the drunkard found that he finally landed steadily on an empty sandy ground. The sand was white and soft when stepped on it. The smoke surrounded him. The sun was like a huge disc hanging above his head. The light was infinitely white, but it was not dazzling. There was no trace of shadow on the ground, and there was a laziness everywhere. He squinted his eyes and looked around. He vaguely felt that he was at a fork, with a road on both sides.

On the left is a straight road with golden light, flowers blooming on both sides, green willows on both sides, and many figures lined up to enter. There were a row of flower-scattering girls standing on both sides of the line, waving their hands to sprinkle flowers on the top of the crowd. Well, I guess there is a good treatment there.

There is also a road on the right, but the situation is a bit desolate. The road is covered with glass stones with its feet, and the flowers on the roadside are withered and lowered their heads. What is strange is that there are rows of purple fruit trees on both sides, without leaves, and the bare branches are full of gourd-like purple fruits the size of fists, which are dead and dead, and look lifeless. It is not like the familiar good fruit in the world, and it is different from the one on the left. There seems to be no one in this road, and it is a bit terrible.

The drunkard didn't want to walk to the left avenue and was about to join the queue. The people were all the same, and they always followed the crowd without losing. However, the queues were filled with some old silver-haired men and women, and he felt a little chest tightness. So he couldn't help but turn his head to the right and look at it a few more. He was curious. Although it was quiet and dangerous and weird, it seemed to be quiet. Maybe it would be a good place that no one knew.

He raised his foot to go, but he was afraid that there would be no return. Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly found an ancient tree in the middle of the fork, with lush branches and leaves. Under the tree, there was a long mahogany platform. Behind the platform was a woman dressed in a nurse, holding a feather fan in her hand, shaking it while looking at him with a smile. Should she be calling me over? Oh, it was probably a service desk or something. The service in the heaven was so thoughtful. Go and ask, so you have a clear idea.

"May I ask, sister, where am I? Am I a dead person or a living person?" The drunkard stepped forward and asked. Since it was the service desk, I would just ask everything clearly.

"Sir, this is the entrance to the heavenly court. You are neither dead nor living. You are just a soul now, on the road to reincarnation." The woman dressed in a nurse replied with a smile. She looked in her thirties, but she was dignified and beautiful, with gentle and sweet words, and her smile was even more warm, which settled the drunkard's uneasy mood. Ah, sister, you look like a fairy spirit, and the drunkard's spirit is coming.

"Oh, so that's it. I remember that I was dead, chased by a dog, drowned in the pond. So can the soul leave the body and travel alone?" The drunkard expressed his incomprehension about his situation.

"Well, the soul is a feather, and the body is a stone. When the soul is tied to the body, the soul falls to the ground with the stone. This is to be a human being. When the soul leaves the body, it is like a feather leaving the stone and drifting with the wind, it will naturally fly to the sky, such as you now. If I say this, can you understand?" After the woman said that, she pulled out a feather from the fan, blew it gently with her mouth, and the feathers quickly floated into the distance, without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"Well, I'm like a feather flying in the sky now, right?" The drunkard understood a little.

"Yes, the earth attracts the body, and the heaven attracts the soul. It seems that you have a high understanding." The woman smiled at her with satisfaction.

"Oh, I understand. What is the Heavenly Court?" The drunkard's curiosity became stronger again.

"The heaven is as huge as the earth, but the earth pays attention to weight, while the heaven pays attention to energy. Do you understand?"

"I understand a little bit..., what is energy? I haven't learned it well, I really have only a little understanding. Forget it, I'll ask something else. So, should I go to the left or the right now?" The drunkard started asking the key points now, and what I just said was actually in the clouds and fog.

"You have to decide this yourself. I suggest going to the left, where you can reincarnate as a human being, but it may be to reincarnate as a completely unfamiliar family." The nurse continued to explain, "If you choose to go to the right and go to the world you were familiar with, and you can immediately return to the world you were familiar with and see your former family, but your identity is a ghost, but there are many difficulties in it. Once you can't get through, you will be punished to hell or sealed into black fruits. Then you may have to wait a few hundred years before you have the chance to reincarnate again."

"Hundreds of years, wow, that's how you mentioned, are the black fruits on the trees on the roadside?" The drunkard remembered the strange tree he saw on the roadside just now, and his sudden enlightenment was really funny.

"That's right, it's dense, and it's scary!"

"Well, it's very disgusting. Let me ask another question, why are you wearing nurse-like clothes? I used to go to the hospital for treatment, and many nurses dressed up like you." When the alcoholic asked this, he began to look at the woman in front of him carefully. In fact, he also felt that he was a bit abrupt in asking this question.

"Oh, it is my duty to cure diseases and save people. At the same time, I hope you men will feel a little relaxed when you go to heaven. Hahaha..." The woman's answer was so light, and her smile was still on her face.

"..., how old is my elder sister this year?" The drunkard is really useless and feels crazy. He is a girl, so how can he ask about his age?

"Ask me how old I am, I am exactly 36,000 years old this year." The red lips opened lightly, and the words were gentle and decisive.

"... So old, I'm only thirty-one." The drunkard couldn't believe his ears, what are the astronomical numbers.

"Haha, do you think I'm old? You're old!" Now, my face changed slightly. The woman looked a little angry, but she had no malice.

"Me?..." The drunkard was stunned. Is this comparable? There is no such thing as a fraction!

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