The wild ghosts and wandering souls in the world, except for those who have just died, are all a mass of black air, without a specific form, but here, the ghosts have a little style of painting.
As soon as the two children entered the Yin soil, they soon provoked a group of wild ghosts.
In the middle is a red-bodied, short and stocky guy with tumors all over the top and bottom, surrounded by four miserable little ghosts with fangs.
They were wandering in the boundless shade, and when they smelled a stranger, they rushed towards them immediately.
"ah!"
Just as Jiu Ru was about to show off the Chiyang Sword, he felt that the sword was too famous and would be easily recognized by others, so he simply stretched out his small hand and summoned a mahogany sword that his father had sharpened by himself when he was just learning the art.
It is made of peach wood from the inner mountain, with natural vermilion lines, delicate and thick, and has extraordinary power.
Changsheng didn't have so many worries, he raised his hand and struck with a bolt of lightning. The two of them used to fight with the same sect before, mostly for practice, and rarely fought to the death, and accidentally used all their strength.
boom!
boom!
The thunder flashed, and the sword swept across, and the five wild ghosts were instantly wiped out.
Um? The two of them were taken aback, they were so weak!
Changsheng looked around and saw many similar ghosts wandering around, he couldn't help saying: "If they are all at this level, there is no need to waste time."
"Then move forward!"
The two of them walked and stopped, played and had a look, and met ten kinds of ghosts along the way, all of which were of low strength, and suddenly felt bored. After walking for a few miles, I suddenly saw a lot of people gathered in front of me, huddled together and discussing.
Curious in their hearts, the two stepped forward and saw that a vast and boundless river blocked their way.
I don't know how long it is, or how wide it is. The river is turbid, dull, bloody and earthy yellow mixed together, presenting a very strange feeling.
There was no wind or waves on the surface of the river, like stagnant water, as if the breath between heaven and earth was imprisoned here.
"I happened to be in the formation five days ago. I can assure you that there is absolutely no such river!"
A disciple of the Taoist Academy looked serious and said seriously: "Every time something new appears here, the danger will increase exponentially. If there are any monsters and ghosts at the bottom of the river, then that's all. I'm most afraid..."
"What are you most afraid of?" A disciple of Phoenix Mountain asked.
"Wang Chuan, have you heard of it?"
Everyone was stunned. As a native of the Xia Kingdom, they naturally understood these messy mythological settings mixed with Buddhism and Taoism.
According to legend, after a person dies normally, he must first pass through the gate of ghosts. After passing this pass, his soul becomes a ghost. Then walk along Huangquan Road, there will be many lonely and wild ghosts wandering along the roadside, and the other shore flowers are also blooming.
After walking Huangquan Road, you will arrive at Wangchuan River. There is Naihe Bridge on the river. There is Wangxiang Terrace and an old lady named Mengpo on the bridge.
Granny Meng will give you a bowl of soup, and while you look at your past and present lives on the Sansheng Stone, you forget everything and reincarnate.
"You said this river is Wangchuan?"
"Improbable, this is not the underworld."
"But this is the ghost domain, and it is normal for the ghost domain to have a Wangchuan River."
Everyone muttered, unknowingly, a trace of fear rose. At this moment, someone shouted again: "Look, there are people over there!"
"Wow... wow..."
With the rhythmic sound of splashing water, a wooden boat suddenly appeared in the middle of the river, and a person on the boat floated slowly over with an oar. With a stooped figure and a bamboo hat on his head, he slowly approached the boat and then raised his head.
The old man, skinny, with wrinkled face and closed eyes, is really a human being!
You know, in the two years since the illusion was born, everyone has seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts, never in human form. As soon as I rolled my eyes at this moment, I couldn't help feeling flustered and at a loss.
What was even more frightening was that the old man grinned, showing a few teeth, and said clearly: "Who wants to cross?"
Hiss!
The few people standing at the front couldn't help but take a step back. They felt a chill run down their spines, and a sense of absurd and unbelievable fear grew from the bottom of their hearts.
Forget about the river, the ferryman of Huangquan!
Is this person real or fake
"Who wants to cross?"
"..."
No answer.
"Who wants to cross?"
"..."
Still no answer.
The old man asked three times, frowned slightly, swung the oar, and the boat swung far away in an instant like an arrow off the string, and was about to disappear.
"I want to cross the river!"
A clear and somewhat lonely voice sounded, everyone looked and saw the Taoist wearing a crown of flying clouds and phoenix energy on his head, purple silk as a cape, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, and a flying green skirt with fluttering sleeves and a silk sash , holding a long sword, formally dressed in Huayan, and radiant and graceful.
With Qiankun bags being more popular, few people walk around with weapons in their hands, not to mention the pretentious way of carrying a long sword on their backs.
If others were like this, they would definitely find it weird, but this Taoist is holding a long sword, but he feels that the heaven and the earth are reasonable, and the way of Tao is natural.
Qi Yun, He He!
"This is the river of forgetfulness, or forget the past and the past, and the worldly thoughts will disappear; or sink to the bottom of the river, and you will never be reincarnated. Do you want to cross?" the old man said.
"To cross!"
"Okay, get on board!"
He He flickered, and landed lightly on the bow of the boat without any hesitation.
Wow!
Jiu Ru's eyes lit up, what a handsome young lady, lock it up!
"Wow... wow..."
The boat rowed across the water and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Before that, someone had tried to cross the river by force, but they all dropped the dumplings and never came up again. They dare not act rashly and can only wait for the follow-up progress.
As the boat entered the middle of the river, the fog gradually thickened.
He He stood at the bow of the boat, with awe-inspiring sword intent and a faint appearance of a breakthrough. He was one of the immortal seeds this time. She looked at the old man for a while, then suddenly said: "Are you really hallucinating?"
"When the fake is real, the real is also fake. I am what you see me."
The old man rowed the boat and sailed into the vast mist.
The mist rises and spreads slowly on the water surface, and it swims around the body in succession. She frowned slightly, and suddenly felt empty inside, as if her entire soul had been taken away by a big hand.
I can't tell reality from fiction, I don't know the past and future, I don't know where I am.
I was peeling off this body little by little, objectively, indifferently, without any emotion, looking at the pictures reflected in the river.
Caohekou, Peach Blossom Forest, parents divorced, grandpa brought him up. At the age of seven, peach blossom miasma appeared, and 100,000 people migrated and settled in Baicheng.
At the age of eight, his grandfather passed away, so he entered the Taiqing Palace alone and asked Huayang:
"I want to bring the dead back to life and live forever, is it feasible?"
At the age of eleven, he entered the Daoist Academy and practiced sword tactics. He never neglected and slacked off for a day, and finally achieved something. He first glimpsed the Dao...
The more He He looked at it, the more he sank into it, and his consciousness returned to his body little by little. The expression on his face changed, and he sighed happily with the transition of the picture.
Seeing her like this, the old man showed a strange smile, not knowing whether it was sadness or sigh. The pair of withered hands touched the oars, just about to overturn the boat and enter the water, when suddenly startled.
Shut up!
The sword was out of its sheath, Leng Yuehan, a sword smashed Wangchuan, and the scenes disappeared without a trace.
"Anyone who disturbs my mind shall be beheaded!"
He He's face was stern, he pointed his long sword, and shouted: "What kind of ghost are you?"
"Hahaha, forgetting or not forgetting in the world of mortals is all in your own mind. This river of forgetfulness, you have crossed it!"
The old man laughed suddenly, and the boat was completely shrouded in thick fog.
When He He regained consciousness, he had already reached the shore, and behind him was the Wangchuan River. She raised her eyes again and looked forward, her heart trembled, before she had time to react, she only felt her spirit and spirit surging, sword energy bursting out, revealing every trace.
"This illusion..."
Her complexion changed, and she trembled slightly while clutching the long sword, "I'm actually about to break through!"