After saying that, Zhang Tang opened the new ghost book with Jianchou's name on it, which was hidden in his sleeve, and pressed his slender fingers on the crooked word "Jianchou" -
brush!
Suddenly, a stream of ink rose from these two words, condensed into the shape of a small sword, and shot towards the mirror at a rapid speed!
There was a sudden sound, and almost no sound could be heard.
That small sword-like ink energy immediately turned into a black smoke, winding above the red jade, and condensed into the two words "Jianchou"!
This scene has a magical flavor.
When Jianchou turned his head to take a look at the roster in Zhang Tang's hand, he saw clearly that the place where his name was originally located was now empty, without a trace of ink.
What Zhang Tang did just now was to send the ink onto the mirror
Jianchou obviously didn't understand what was going on.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost came over excitedly to help Jianchou explain.
"This is 'send a name', which is a homophone for 'send a life'. It means that the name of the new ghost is reported to Zhaowojing. Zhaowojing receives the name and verifies the identity of the incoming soul. In a sense, the souls sent in are indeed human lives, so 'send a life' is not wrong."
Giving away fame, giving away life.
This statement is quite interesting.
Jianchou was a little surprised. She wanted to ask Zhang Tang and the others how to get in next, but when she thought of the various methods Zhang Tang used when he was in Daxia, she immediately gave up the idea.
Although she was in the polar region, a completely unfamiliar environment, she now had big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, and Zhang Tang.
The original feeling of insecurity was greatly reduced.
The most urgent task is to avoid Cui Jue's investigation.
After sending his name off, Zhang Tang stopped moving and was filled with sorrow.
Jianchou calmed his already peaceful mind and walked onto the bridge.
The entire long bridge is made of wood, except that the joints are covered with iron sheets of a strange texture, exuding a sense of coldness.
There was boiling magma under his feet. Although the bridge was long, under the invasion of the heat wave, Jianchou almost suspected that his hair would be singed. It seemed that if he was not careful, he would fall into the magma in the moat.
Having struggled through life and death several times, Jianchou's willpower far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Her face remained calm and her heart was steady. She had nothing in her hands and walked forward at a steady pace as if she was strolling leisurely.
One step, two steps...
The ruby-like reflection in my mirror shows me that except for my own name, everything else is empty and I can’t see anything clearly for the time being.
Looking at myself in the mirror is to see my true self.
In other words, to a certain extent it metaphorically represents something and also foreshadows something.
Jianchou already knew this after she learned about the existence of the mirror. As she moved forward, she couldn't help but become curious: What can she see in the mirror
Zhang Tang and the two little ghosts did not move forward, but just stood on the side of the bridge and watched.
The big-headed ghost looked ahead curiously and whispered, "What...what could it be?"
“Who knows?”
Although the fact that it can illuminate the soul remains unchanged, Jianchou should be fine, but no one knows what can be revealed.
The little-headed ghost rolled his eyes secretly, but secretly looked at Zhang Tang.
Zhang Tangke also walked across the suspension bridge where Zhaowojing is located, and he also passed Zhaowojing.
But no one knows what Zhang Tang saw at that time
Zhang Tang noticed the little-headed ghost's gaze, but did not turn around to look.
His gaze never left Jianchou for a moment.
At this moment, she was only two meters away from the mirror.
Step by step, step by step…
Jianchou gradually approached the mirror.
As she approached, she couldn't help but recall the scene at Zuo Sanqian's meeting, in the Right and Wrong Causal Gate...
There was a mixture of anticipation and fear.
Jianchou had no idea what he was going to see.
The last step.
The distance was only ten feet.
The moment she stepped into this distance, the entire mirror was projected with a captivating golden light!
The ink-black characters "Jianchou" ("seemingly depressed"), were surrounded by the golden light, as if they were coated with a layer of gold, or like sunspots, making them difficult to look at closely.
only…
The expected burning sensation did not appear.
Instead, it was a feeling of being covered by water.
All the golden light turned into flowing water, enveloping her and rushing down, as if to separate her body from her soul.
At that moment, Jianchou actually had an illusion that he was on the river.
Her body floated on the river like a small boat, and her soul left the body, rose up quietly, and stood on the small boat of the body.
Almost transcendent!
Bathed in golden light, standing in front of the huge round mirror, Jianchou's eyes became empty, but her consciousness, or the soul that seemed to be floating outside her body, clearly saw that the ink had changed.
The two clear words "Jianchou" seemed to be dispersed by the golden light and spread out, as if turning into the boundless night sky.
But there are no bright stars.
Jianchou was confused for a moment, not knowing what this meant.
But just as this thought came to her mind, countless figures flew in the night sky.
Amid the shaking of the mountains and the trembling of the earth, there were countless human figures, individually as small as ants, but together they were like a tide, surging across the sky!
Faintly, Jianchou actually felt a sense of familiarity from these people. Although she couldn't see their appearance clearly, only a blurry shadow, she seemed to be able to judge -
That's a monk.
They kept rushing forward, as if they were following something.
But when he chased to a certain place, he suddenly stopped.
Jianchou was also stunned.
She saw it as they stopped.
At the forefront of the crowd, a ray of light flashed by, as if something had passed by. At the same time, a figure appeared in the same place as the light disappeared.
The shallow figure has the most upright back.
Jianchou couldn't see the man's face clearly, let alone tell whether he was a man or a woman. He only saw that the moment the man stopped, the long sword was suddenly drawn!
The overwhelming sword light was like a falling galaxy, completely blocking the countless people rushing in...
It's as if he drew his sword and took on the world!
As a result, the crowd suddenly became angry and crazy, as if they did not understand the actions of this person who suddenly appeared, and became boiling...
"What's going on..."
Jianchou felt confused and wanted to continue watching to see more clearly, but suddenly he was attacked by a breath of cold and heat!
The soul floating on the small boat was like being hit on the head by a hammer, and it suddenly fell back into Jianchou's body without control!
boom!
There was a roar in his mind, and Jianchou suddenly opened his eyes!
In the ruby-like mirror, the ink that spread out into the night sky seemed to be dispersed by something, or as if the power had finally been exhausted, it completely collapsed and condensed into a thin long line, hanging from the top and sliding down...
It seems like there is no end, no endpoint, and it will never stop, it's all chaos.
This is a picture. It implies something, which shows that sorrow cannot be understood.
Within a moment of appearing, it shattered completely like a wave hitting a boulder.
The remaining ink, like mercury spilling on the ground, seeped into the mirror and disappeared.
Jianchou's body swayed, his mind was shaken, and his head hurt so much that he almost lost his balance and fell off the bridge.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were so frightened that they shouted, "Be careful!"
Jianchou finally came back to his senses and looked up. The mirror, which was about ten feet away from him, was shaking and there were actually a lot of double images.
She knew that there was something wrong with the mirror, not with her eyes.
Trying his best to maintain his balance, Jianchou stood still.
In the midst of a chaotic vision, the mirror that was looking at me actually slowly descended from a high place, restrained the red light around it, and slowly immersed itself into the boiling surging magma, swallowed up by it, turned into boiling magma, and merged into one in the blink of an eye.
"It's done!"
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost immediately cheered.
Zhang Tang stood at the starting point of the long bridge outside the City of Wrongful Death and nodded slightly, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he looked at Jianchou.
What on earth did she see that could make her lose her mind like this
You know, when he first saw that scene, he was not so shocked.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Tang took out a token from his sleeve.
Except for the new ghosts who are about to enter, the rest of the ghost cultivators must have a token from the underworld if they want to enter and exit the City of the Dead. Therefore, most of the ghosts in the City of the Dead are originally supposed to live in the city, and only a few have sneaked in by various crooked means.
This place is like a huge prison. It is not easy to enter and exit freely, but it is also very difficult for others to come in normally.
For Jianchou at this moment, this is indeed the best choice.
Zhang Tang held the token and stepped forward. When he reached the bridgehead, he raised his hand and struck a seal in the air in front of the bridgehead with the token.
Brush.
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of something opening.
After hearing this, Zhang Tang took the token and stepped onto the long bridge.
When the small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost saw this, they hurriedly followed Zhang Tang closely in three or two steps, fearing that they would be left behind, and also walked onto the bridge.
Jianchou was standing in the middle of the bridge, his eyes still fixed on the boiling magma, in the direction where my mirror disappeared.
The blazing firelight reflected in her eyes was indescribably chilly and solemn.
When Zhang Tang, the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost came over, she came back to her senses and turned to look at them.
The little ghost was extremely curious. He looked Jianchou up and down and said excitedly, "We have passed the test now. Great Master, what did you see in the mirror? Tell me, tell me!"
"… "
What did you see
Jianchou found it difficult to explain clearly what he had seen.
This feeling is as mysterious as when I was in front of the door of right and wrong and cause and effect.
past
Now
future
Metaphor or foreshadowing
What does the endless long line at the end represent
What did the crowd of monks earlier represent
Where do they come from
What does that escaping light represent
Who is the person who draws the sword at the end
In the vagueness, Jianchou actually had an indescribable feeling of fear and trembling, because...
She felt that the man who appeared at the end and drew the sword looked very familiar.
Too much like herself.
Feeling confused.
Jianchou closed his eyes heavily, forced all the images out of his mind, and then opened his eyes again.
Facing the small-headed ghost, the big-headed ghost, and even Zhang Tang's inquiring eyes, Jianchou shook his head: "I saw some uninteresting scenes. Time is running out, let's go first."
The feeling of the soul being separated from the body just now was really too amazing.
Her soul was incomplete, and although she had condensed a soul bead with the ten points of spiritual light, her soul itself had not changed at all. Only the fatal influence on her cultivation had disappeared.
This state, similar to that of the soul leaving the body, seemed to have caused too much damage to her soul, which led to the headache.
A pill appeared directly in her palm. Jianchou swallowed it in one gulp and then walked towards the long bridge again.
This time she walked much faster.
The gate of the City of the Dead was only open for a moment. In his previous state, Jianchou had no way of estimating the time and could only cross the long bridge at the shortest speed.
There is still a distance of ten feet, which can be reached in just a few dozen steps.
After a while, Jianchou walked over, and the big-headed ghost, the small-headed ghost and Zhang Tang also came over smoothly, among which Zhang Tang was the last one.
As soon as he left the bridge, the entire bridge suddenly shook.
But high in the sky, at the gate of the City of the Dead, several thick black chains stretched out and became taut, actually pulling the long bridge that had been laid down and pulling it back towards the gate!
Crash!
The sound of the chains being pulled was amplified to the extreme in the silent darkness, as if the entire City of the Dead was shaking.
The skull hanging on the city wall was trembling and shaking, as if it would fall down if not handled with care.
The magma in the moat was even more crazy, rolling up flaming waves and rushing upwards.
The little ghost was so scared that he screamed, "It's going to be closed, run!"
When the long bridge is taken back, those who are standing on the city gate will be crushed into "soul pancakes" in the next moment!
The four men did not hesitate and set off almost at the same time, rushing directly towards the other end of the city gate.
The long bridge that was getting closer and closer ran back inward like a beast returning to its cage.
The city gate was pitch black. Jianchou rushed in and felt like he was running into a fog. He couldn't see his hand in front of him.
There was actually a trace of the most primitive fear growing in my heart.
However, before Jianchou could savor the good or bad of this fear, the cold wind blowing towards him tore the darkness apart in an instant!
What appeared before them was an extremely wide street. If you cut out a section of it at random, it could become a gathering square.
The buildings on both sides of the street stand tall and have different shapes, some are exquisite, some are ferocious, and they have different styles, and some are even colorful!
One after another, the hideous black stone pillars all grew up from the ground at the edge of the street towards the sky the moment a terrifying closing sound was heard behind them!
Just like, one sharp barb after another!
Standing on such a wide street and surrounded by incredibly tall buildings, people actually feel strangely insignificant.
The entire City of the Dead is rugged and gloomy, exquisite and colorful, with various different styles mixed together, creating a huge impact.
Jianchou's footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move anymore.
Her gaze penetrated the silent darkness, wanting to reach the end of the city, but this city had no end.
What greeted her gaze was only emptiness.
The shock in my heart is hard to describe.
This is even a terrifying sense of subversion—
This is the City of the Dead!