After Shen Luo reminisced for a moment, he suddenly remembered that when he was in the Western Regions, the young monk Jiang Liu once told him that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow that "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty", and then he entered the underworld to save all the ghosts in hell.
At that time, he had mentioned that there were a number of ferries for receiving the dead distributed throughout the four continents of the underworld, and among them, those built in the cities of each major continent were the City God Temples.
Those distributed in remote mountains and wilderness are called "Ghost Mountain Gate" and are under the jurisdiction of some grass-headed mountain gods, while those distributed in rivers and waters are under the jurisdiction of the water gods and are called "Yellow Spring Ferry".
However, since few people die in the mountains and most drown in rivers, the Ghost Mountain Gate is difficult to find, but the Yellow Springs Ferry is easy to find.
Shen Luo buried the body of the human-god who died tragically in Wuzhuang Temple and left soon after.
Today, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the larger provincial cities have basically been destroyed. Even if there are still some remnants, some temples related to heaven and hell have long been occupied by demons.
Shen Luo did not look for the City God Temple, but directly found a Yellow Spring Ferry hundreds of miles away from Wuzhuang Temple.
It is called Huangquan Ferry, but in fact it is not a ferry, but a bay where a river bends.
When he arrived here, he saw from afar that the banks of the river were densely packed with "human figures", and at a rough glance there were thousands or even tens of thousands of them.
Before he got closer, Shen Luo saw the river banks covered in black fog and filled with resentment.
Those densely packed along the river are not people, but ghosts, a group of wandering souls with no one to lead them.
After the underworld was conquered, the six realms of reincarnation had long been thrown out of order, and there were no more messengers from the underworld to guide ghosts from the world of the living. These dead souls had incomplete consciousness, and they only gathered here because they felt the attraction of the underworld's aura at the Yellow Springs Ferry.
Seeing Shen Luo descending, a large number of ghosts were attracted by the vitality on his body. They suddenly showed ferocious expressions and pounced towards him. For a moment, resentment surged, like a tide of ghosts invading.
A light flashed on Shen Luo's body, and an invisible pressure brewed between his raised sleeves. With just a light sweep, he could wipe out nearly ten thousand ghosts along both sides of the river.
After just a slight hesitation, he lowered his sleeves and waved them in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, a blood light lit up, and a huge ghost flag was erected in front of him. Thousands of blood lights shot out from it and rolled around. In just a few breaths, all the ghosts along the river were rolled up and pulled into the ghost flag.
Inside the ghost flag, thousands of ghosts were howling, and the sound was shaking the sky.
Shen Luo sighed, waved his hand, closed the ghost flag and put it away.
He did not refine these ghosts, but simply collected them and planned to take them to the underworld together.
Otherwise, if you allow these ghosts to gather here, sooner or later the ghosts will gather and devour each other, and a ghost king will be born.
The world is already too chaotic. If it can be a little quieter, then make it a little quieter.
The ghosts on both sides of the river were instantly cleared out, and the resentment accumulated there gradually dissipated under the blowing of the river breeze.
Shen Luo came to the river bay and looked around, but did not see any ferry.
His eyes lit up and he looked towards the center of the river. He saw an inconspicuous whirlpool in the turbulent water where the river turned. The water in it was turbid, but there was a faint breath of the underworld emanating from it.