The mournful cries continued, hovering in Wangxiang City, a large group of new ghosts walked in here, and many ghosts couldn't bear the uninteresting life of Huangquan, and went towards Wangchuan.
While leading the way, the ghost in the official robe peeped at Chen He, and said tentatively: "This Xing Splitian, since he came to the underworld five hundred years ago, has become a major scourge in Wangxiangcheng. When he was alive, he was a Mahayana demon cultivator. , I'm not afraid of Huang Quan's yin qi, and I decided to stay here to cultivate! But this person who cultivates and cleans up karma, I have seen a lot, and he has never been so difficult to cause trouble... "
Chen He's expression was light, and the official robe ghost couldn't see the clue.
I saw a woman in red kneeling on the street, her face full of tears, and she kept kowtowing and begging. If this were put in the human world, 80% of it would be selling himself to save his father, and then the bully, the chivalrous son of the Yanei, would appear.
But all the dead people in this city are ghosts, how can they come here
Chen He slowed down.
He was not interested in this woman kneeling and begging in the street, but he thought that he once took a group of demon cultivators around Yuzhou City. Ordinary people didn't know cultivators and thought he was the son of a powerful person.
Chen He has encountered many scenes of selling his body to bury his father to save his father. In fact, many people who sell their bodies do not need to do this at all. There are people in the government, there are tooth shops in the city, and those who kneel on the street are not bad people. Don't do it at all, it's just that someone else has other plans.
The crowd of people coming and going, the shops with banners, and the woman begging to kneel, gave Chen He the illusion of returning to the world.
Immortal world is good, but not worry.
Turning around this street, Chen He was surprised to find that the whole alley was full of people, men, women and children.
The little Taoist priest of the Jindan period had already been entangled by the woman, and was squatting on the street corner and listening to her cry with a sad face.
"This is?"
"Li Gui, I want to ask the cultivator to help me return to Yang for a few days to take revenge. Who would be willing to do such a thing that harms the way of doing things?" The official-robed ghost said flatteringly, "Shangxian doesn't know anything about it, this is the one in Wangxiangcheng. Cultivators, many of them practiced by relying on yin before they were alive, and some are descendants of ancient wild beasts, their eyes are higher than the top—"
The voice suddenly turned muffled.
The official-robed ghost was actually slapped with a black hand from behind, covering his head with a claw, smashing him to the core, covering his face and howling miserably.
"You bastard, and what are you slandering me for?"
The snow-white giant dog stepped on the official robe ghost's body in disgust, tearing him into two halves. Condensed in human form.
"you!"
It was the giant dog's surprised cry that interrupted the official robe ghost's anger: "Liyan? Didn't you fly?"
The big dog ran over and walked around Chen He in amazement.
"You are, out of your body!" Moon Moon exclaimed.
Chen He frowned: "Have other immortals been to Huangquan Difu?"
"Yeah, how do you know?" The big dog asked dumbly, and then it patted its head with its paw, "Tempo let me see you guys, talk straight, and ask him next time if you don't understand."
"… "
"If the immortals don't enter this Wangxiang Town, at most they will go to the Huangquan Road of Guimenguan Pass. They are not willing to approach the Wangchuan River. I have seen it once!"
The big dog stretched out his paws and showed him one.
Chen He:…
"Later, the old man with long eyebrows said that those guys are not in the right mind, and the people who come here are not good. Let's stay away. I haven't even taken a step in Wangxiangcheng in the past 100 years."
Chen He didn't speak. He heard the silver carp mention the immortal world outside the trapped formation, and the battle was turned upside down. The immortal couldn't come directly to the small world of Fuchu, but found a hole to run to the underworld.
Thinking of the obviously biased tone of the official robe ghost when he mentioned Xing Kaitian, Chen He faintly guessed.
He walked forward and only asked Tun Yue: "Are there any people from the Beixuan faction in Wangxiang City?"
The big dog was stunned and thought hard: "No, they have all been dead for a thousand years, and there is nothing that can't be washed away, and they have already crossed the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate. Hey, what you asked, go above. The immortal said that too."
Without waiting for Chen He to react, Tun Yue shouted angrily at the official robe ghost: "Do you still want to leave?"
He slapped it with a palm, and the ghost who was holding his head turned into a black mist and disappeared without a trace.
"This guy, I don't know how long he has been in the underworld. He has such a set of cultivation methods, but he can only be arrogant among the dead." The big dog sighed disdainfully.
"Where's Xing Splitian?"
"Looking at the world on the platform of Wangxiang Township, watching his junior brother go, it's just superfluous. Zhan Yuanqiu is pampered in the world, and the whole world of cultivation has to turn according to his wishes. What can happen? Today is a coincidence, Teng Bo came from the world. Look at me, I didn't expect you to come from Immortal Realm to have some fun at Changmei Laodao..."
The big dog's voice stopped abruptly, because when it turned its head, it found that Chen He had gone far.
- Looking out to the direction of the township.
In the past, Venerable Moon Swallowing could only touch his nose and said to himself, "This ghost town is really nothing to be desired. If it wasn't for Teng Bo's life and death, he would have been delayed in the world, and this seat would have been reincarnated long ago."
For Tun Yue, meeting Chen He was just a rare event, and there was nothing worth mentioning.
As soon as it turned around, it put the matter behind it and continued to happily wait for the king to pass through the gate of hell to meet him.
Dead and alive, the biggest difference is that there is no sun or moon.
"The old man's paper money has been stolen again!" The howls from far and near were extremely harsh.
The big dog scratched its ears with its paws, lay down on the ground, and said lazily, "It's not worth much, so if you don't have it, it will be less."
In Huangquan Difu, in fact, there is no need for paper money at all, because there is nothing to sell, the shop is just a look, like the house, it is all ghosts hoping that this place is more like a toss in the world.
In the underworld, there is no Yama, as mortals say, and there are no eighteen levels of hell.
There is only one Forgotten River, and ghosts full of evil thoughts will be pulled down the river and will never be able to land.
The Wangxiang City by the river is like a prosperous scene in the world. The ghosts who stay here use a ridiculous way to divide the difference between them and Wangchuan.
If you do not cross the Naihe Bridge, you will not enter the reincarnation.
They are just dead and haven't completely forgotten their past.
The old man holding the paper money jumped like thunder, scolding as he walked: "What do you know, paper money incense candles are not useful or useless, but there are people in the world who remember this old man."
"Lost it." A bald Zen master, wearing a cassock, looked at him with compassion, "Why don't you let it go? If you let go of the shackles of the world, you can be reincarnated."
The old man glared fiercely: "Monk Lingguo, shut up!"
Zen Master Lingguo flipped the rosary, lowered his eyes and said, "Everyone changes dynasties, their clans are scattered, and the sects of self-cultivation will also break their inheritance. The paper money you receive will eventually be less than a day, and the world will always forget you, but Sooner or later. Put it down and cross the bridge."
"You bald donkey, why don't you go by yourself?" the old man roared sternly.
Zen Master Lingguo whispered, "I still have cause and effect to come."
He seemed to be talking to himself and added: "Yi Changmei said, should it be these days?"
After he finished speaking, he ignored the jumping old man and walked out of the city.
The black mist filled the air, ghosts were crying, and the Sansheng Stone was surrounded by white shadows.
The Naihe Bridge is not a real bridge, but a road leading to the six paths of reincarnation, spanning the River of Forgetfulness, and everyone has their own Naihe Bridge.
The so-called cause and effect of Zen Master Lingguo is unfinished, precisely because he stands by the Wangchuan River and cannot see the Naihe Bridge.
It has been seven hundred years since he died in Heiyuan Valley. Some of the old Taoist friends who lived in the valley with him in the past are still in Wangxiang City, and some have re-entered the cycle of reincarnation.
The merits and virtues of Buddha's cultivation for many lifetimes do not ascend, nor do they have heavenly tribulations.
The years that Zen Master Lingguo spent in Huangquan was indeed a long time.
He glanced at Sanshengshi inadvertently, and was surprised to find that the afterlife that he couldn't see clearly appeared as if it had broken through the fog: a burst of purple energy, accompanied by the baby's birth, instantly canceled all the disasters.
"This is?"
Zen Master Lingguo was surprised.
All kinds of cause and effect, he knows best, this kind of purple qi is a person with a very unusual identity, because there is cause and effect with him, the way of heaven will naturally take it to repay the kindness.
What kind of identity can be ranked in the heaven here
Zen Master Lingguo was full of doubts, and he didn't even take a serious look at what the child who symbolized his next life went through in the Three Lives Stone. In fact, it is useless to read these, because once you pass the Forgotten River, the past is forgotten, and it is empty.
He was just thinking about it when he suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Master Lingguo?"
The scene in Sanshengshi just reflected the majestic purple air, which seemed to extend from the bright white rock all the way to the foot of Zen Master Lingguo. Suddenly, a wide bridge slowly emerged from the mist on the dark river in front of him.
Zen Master Lingguo smiled clearly, folded his palms and turned around:
"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, long time no see."
The person standing behind him was indeed Shi Feng, his soul was condensed, and he was no different from a real person.
Even if there is a talisman to isolate the breath, the look of Gao Hua Zhuoran in the dark and gloomy yellow spring can still be seen at a glance.
The appearance is ugly, and it is the most useless in ghosts.
Whether it is a mortal who looked good before his death, or a monk who changed his appearance in the Yuan Ying period, once he dies, he will be born from his heart.
There are only a few people who can make themselves look like a living person, let alone maintain the appearance before their death. For example, Venerable Moon Swallowing, its trouble is that it can't become a human shape, but fortunately it doesn't care about it.
Zen Master Lingguo's eyes were the same as before.
Shi Feng is even better than the past, and the brilliance carried by his soul is revealed without any concealment.
"It's been more than a thousand years since I ascended to the immortal world. I don't want the Zen master to still be in the underworld to comprehend and practice."
Zen Master Lingguo said with a smile: "One drink and one peck, fate is destined, Daoist Shi Feng is here for his disciple?"
Shi Feng didn't hide it, and directly admitted: "It's a coincidence that I came here. Since I've come here, I've been worried about something many years ago..."
"They have washed away the cause and effect and have reincarnated." Zen Master Lingguo interrupted Shi Feng, "Together with the people from the Beixuan School of Daxueshan, Lao Na saw with his own eyes that the disciples benefited a lot from the practice of closed mantra back then. ."
Shi Feng said solemnly, "If the Zen master hadn't used the Seven Pagodas of the Spiritual Treasures to help me, I would have given up halfway back then, and I would have implicated them instead."
"That's not the case. The two of them devoted themselves to cultivation. Although they died in vain, the people who killed them were quickly eliminated by you. Once the obsession was eliminated, the elders of the teachers and sects who came at the same time in Wangxiangcheng took care of them, even if Shi Feng Daoist friend, you have never gone to Heiyuan Valley to close the world to practice, and they will go to reincarnation decades later by themselves."
"So?" Shi Feng muttered.
"Exactly."
When Shi Feng heard this, he felt relieved, as if some invisible load had disappeared.