Boom! !
With the sound of closing the coffin, the world in front of Fangzheng's eyes fell into claustrophobic darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.
In the coffin were only him and a lock of hair from the dead.
Mr. Fu is not there.
He was the protagonist of this time's indecision, and this coffin was specially prepared for him.
Fangzheng always thought that there would be a strange smell in the coffin that Butcher Zhang snatched from the coffin where the tomb guards lay.
Such as body odor.
Or dandruff or something.
But on the contrary, there is still a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of a younger sister.
Anyway it smells good.
As for sleeping with the dead man's hair, Fang Zheng didn't feel much about it.
There are no ghosts and gods in the heart, so naturally there is no fear of ghosts and gods.
The number of ghosts who died in his hands was not eight thousand, but eighty. He was no longer the young child he was three months ago.
Speaking of which, he had some vague expectations. If there were ghosts, he could take the opportunity to harvest a wave of soul energy.
…
Hush!
In the darkness, the sound of splashing water came to Fangzheng's ears.
Then he felt his body start to bump and heave, and he opened his eyes, and he really appeared in the spiritual world of the dead in the thick mist.
Surrounded by only black and white tones, it seems to imply that this space is lifeless, giving people a sense of depression and breathlessness walking alone among the graves at night, cold, eerie and weird.
At this time, he was standing on a small boat, drifting with the current, swaying from side to side... There was a person at the bow of the boat who was pole-pulling, and it was Mr. Fu.
And the paddling sound heard before was precisely Mr. Fu who was steering the rudder.
At the same time, there is a soul-inducing lamp burning with green candlelight, leading the way ahead of the boat, and the dense fog along the way will collapse at the touch of a burning light.
Very eerie scene.
Fangzheng had already experienced these scenes four times. He didn't make a sound along the way, and silently watched everything around him, as well as Mr. Fu who was steering the pole.
This trip, the reason why Mr. Fu went with him was because this time his journey was different, and it was not simply a matter of simply entering Li Sishui's spiritual world of the dead.
If you want to find out the truth,
Where did people die,
It is necessary to find out where to go.
That's where it's closest to the truth.
The ancient village of the Yellow River that disappeared was in the northern province, and it spanned thousands of miles. He, a half-hearted amateur who lived in the underworld, didn't have the ability to walk out of Zhou City alone.
According to what Mr. Fu said, he was walking alone, and he was probably going to die on the way, so that there was not even a single bone left.
It implies that this spiritual world of the dead is not as peaceful and quiet as he imagined before, and there are very dangerous things dormant in this spiritual world of the dead.
Fangzheng silently watched the surroundings, which were only dull black and white tones, without being disturbed by various strange sounds from the outside world.
As the dense fog in front of him was dispersed bit by bit by the soul-inducing lamp, Fangzheng saw the Tongjiang Bridge, a landmark building in Zhou City, soon after.
According to the past, at this time, it is time to land and set foot on the empty city of Zhou City.
However!
This time is different!
Mr. Fu remained silent, silent all the way, and continued to propel the boat forward, getting closer and closer to the Tongjiang Bridge...
The Tongjiang Bridge was left behind...
Fangzheng's eyes were straightened, and his face was a little serious.
After crossing the Tongjiang Bridge, it was a strange world that he had never been in before, and he began to look at the strange world around him curiously.
Fangzheng couldn't help but think of what Mr. Fu said to him before he passed away.
"As long as there is death, there is the spiritual world of the dead. You can think of it as a huge tree crown with branches and leaves."
"In this canopy, every branch and every leaf is the spiritual world of the dead after their life has withered. There are thousands and billions of them. Some of the spiritual worlds have strong obsessions, while others are weak. There are more than billions of millions of sand and gravel, and more than three thousand worlds of bones buried under the underworld."
"This time we are going through the shade, and we are going through the crown of the tree to the ancient village of the Yellow River in the northern province, where the deceased Li Sishui is located."
…
The ship is still moving forward.
The soul-guiding lamp is still guiding the way.
The whole journey was uneventful, and there was no weird experience as Fang Zheng imagined.
Those strange voices and the strange black shadows in the river below have never disappeared, but Fangzheng has long been accustomed to these, so it is not a strange experience.
"Um?"
Fangzheng was startled suddenly. After leaving Zhou City, he walked for a certain distance in the thick fog, and the surrounding area was invisible, but suddenly, a huge city appeared in front of him again.
Because of the distance, Fangzheng couldn't see the scene of the city clearly, but the quiet city seemed to indicate that this was an empty city like Zhou City.
According to what Mr. Fu said, the spiritual world of the dead is composed of the dead one by one, then the empty city in front of them means that they have entered the territory of another dead person.
"It's really more and more like Inception."
Fang muttered in his heart with a strange face.
But next, Fangzheng was surprised at how he looked at it, and how he felt that the city in front of him was familiar.
"Isn't this the city I just visited a few days ago?"
Fangzheng thought about it, it has not been a few minutes since he and Mr. Fu left Zhou City, right
Unexpectedly, they had already left the boundary of Zhou City so quickly, and they really couldn't bring the concept of real time into this special world after death.
In the next few minutes, Fangzheng encountered several empty cities in the spiritual world of the dead one after another. Without exception, they were all strange black and white, all strangely quiet, and all strange empty cities.
Just when Fangzheng thought that they would go out of the provincial border peacefully all the way like now, until they arrived at the Yellow River Basin in peace, Fangzheng was a little bored in the face of the thick fog that could not be seen through, a change appeared in front of him.
It was an old monk, who was actually building a temple on a shore full of bones with his hands on his shoulders.
The temple was built by the old monk alone, and it is about to be completed now. The main building has begun to take shape, with the mighty law of a Buddhist temple and the majesty of the treasure image.
Even the plaque has been hung up.
Lingyin Temple.
"Lingyin Temple?!"
Fangzheng was surprised at first, and then felt his scalp go numb and explode. Could it be the Lingyin Temple in the provincial capital? The Lingyin Temple is also called Yunlin Temple.
Could Fang Zheng not be surprised
It's only been a few minutes, and it's almost time to leave the province. In reality, it's not so fast in an aircraft.
The old monk who was building a temple on the bank of bones also noticed the boat where Fang Zheng and Mr. Fu were on.
The old monk glanced at the green leather lantern at the bow of the boat, and then Mr. Chaofu clasped his hands together and sang a Buddha's name softly, not disturbing the peace of the deceased. He stood silently in cassock, watching the disembarkation and departure in silence. .
Gradually disappear into the world of mist.
(end of this chapter)