Coming from Hell

There was no light in hell, and the sky was covered with gloomy, leaden clouds. Various ghosts wandered on the desolate land of hell. At the horizon, there was a grand hall, and all the souls in this world were moving toward that great hall.

This was the Palace of Yama, the place where the souls of the Three Realms underwent reincarnation and rebirth. At the entrance was a magnificent bronze gate, and ghosts passed through the the gate of hell slowly, with ox-headed and horse-faced guardians on both sides.

Inside the Palace of Yama, Yama was a robust man with a square face and thick beard. He was dealing with his usual affairs when, suddenly, he paused, setting down his pen.

"Hmm? What is this aura..." He raised his head, feeling puzzled as he sensed in the direction of the anomaly, but then his brows furrowed.

"Hmm?" Yama's eyebrows knitted, and he put down his pen, pressing his brow. "That is... Bodhisattva Earth Store? Why would he come out of the Buddhist palace!"