According to legend, there is a road called Huangquan Road, a river called Wangchuan River, and a bridge over the river called Naihe Bridge. After walking across Naihe Bridge, there is a platform called Wangxiang Terrace. Next to Wangxiang Terrace, there is an old woman named "Meng Po" selling Meng Po soup. Next to Wangchuan River, there is a stone called Sansheng Stone. Meng Po soup makes you forget everything, and Sansheng Stone records your past and present lives.
The dead soul walks across the Naihe Bridge, takes one last look at the world from the Wangxiang Terrace, and drinks a cup of Mengpo soup made from the water of the Wangchuan River. This life is finally over...
But legends are legends after all, and they are mostly fictional and seem to be true.
Just like writing novels, many times it’s still the same old saying: My routine is to open Word and write something randomly. If I become famous, I will keep young models. If I become unsuccessful, I will go into the adult industry to work.
This legend was obviously made up by some bored people.
The Yellow Springs Road is where the dead return.
Xiao Yi has been to the underworld twice, so he has the right to speak.
In the world of the living, throughout the ages, whether in the East or the West, countless literati and poets, and countless folk legends, have fantasized and supplemented the "Yellow Springs Road" countless times, deriving one tragic love story after another.
In novels, movies and TV dramas, if one of the lovers is madly in love, or if the other swears to love each other forever, but one of them dies of illness, it would be considered insincere if they don’t say “wait for me in the underworld”.
What is the reality
Is Huangquan Road really a tourist route
Is the fiery red spider lily really beautiful
No matter how passionately and touchingly you loved in your life, you are just walking forward on tiptoe, in chaos and like a puppet.
Holding hands, we will be reborn happily. Go and dream!
As for Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge, legend has it that after drinking her soup, one can forget one's past life and move on to a new life.
It's impossible for anyone to think about it. So many people die every day and they all have to drink soup. Meng Po must be exhausted to death!
Moreover, would a ghost of Meng Po's level personally feed the ghosts with a spoon
Therefore, everything is nothing but far-fetched talk by people in the world.
But there is some information hidden in myths and legends that is difficult to distinguish between true and false and is confusing.
Now, the ghosts and gods who seemed to be the judges of the underworld were all dead on the earth platform. It was so horrifying that some powerful god had chopped off their heads with a sword.
The collapse of the underworld is a fact...
Xiao Yi flapped his six pitch-black wings and flew above the gray sky, overlooking the "Road of Fire" and watching the souls walking like puppets. He felt that reincarnation was just running instinctively.
After all, even the judge is dead.
There wasn't even any gods or ghosts to collect his body.
And this is also a great opportunity.
At any time and in any organization, there is only one job for each person.
If even Yama did not live to this era, then the ghost messengers could be promoted step by step and sit on the position of Yama in the Ten Courts of Hell, or even have a glimpse of the thrones of the Five Ghost Emperors and Fengdu Emperor.
Old Liu should work harder!
This is the worst era, the heaven is destroyed, the underworld is collapsing, demons and monsters are wreaking havoc on the world because of the lack of order;
This is also the best of times. The old gods have either fallen, disappeared, or sealed themselves. The authority they left behind is enough for people to desperately spy on and steal in order to become new gods.
"Is that earthen platform the Wangxiang Terrace?"
Xiao Yi landed and didn't dare to fly over again. In front of him stood a high platform made of underworld earth. This highness does not refer to how high the platform was, but the extremely vast aura emanating from it, as if it connected the sky and the earth. One could even find a blood-colored light flashing from the platform.
The straight dot in my previous dream was extremely terrifying.
Since the dead souls can go around the blood pool on the earthen platform, it should not be dangerous to pass through normally. However, it is difficult to guarantee if they fly directly over.
Otokogawa had already made up his mind to take the stone and run away, and would even leave directly if there was any danger.
Saving lives is important, but if you risk your life... Xiao Yi said that he is not that noble and does not have the fearless spirit of dedication.
Everything is based on the premise that you are not in danger, which is the most basic condition.
Walking on tiptoe with a long line of ghosts, the earthen platform in front is already in sight. It is not very tall and is just a larger mound at most to the naked eye.
In front of the suspected "Wangxiangtai", there is a lake, about ten meters in radius, a bright red color, the water is as red as blood, and the aura emanating from it is heart-pounding.
A head is floating in the blood...
The more Xiao Yi looked, the more frightened he became. The blood was like smoke, rising up like wisps of evil spirits.
The small lake is only a dozen meters in radius. It is so red that it makes people's hearts palpitate and so bright that it makes people suffocate. The water seems to be able to swallow the world.
Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt the bloody little bug on his finger move, then it broke away from the ring shape and stretched out its head, ready to try.
"You've taken a fancy to this blood lake? Do you want to devour the blood? Wait a minute, wait until I take the stubborn stone and leave, then you can do something stupid..."
Xiao Yi suppressed the bloody bug with one hand. He felt that if he let it die, he would definitely be implicated.
Walking slowly around the blood lake, Yi Xiaochuan didn't dare to touch any blood. As for the corpse on the earthen platform and the suspected judge's pen, they were things that could not be touched, no matter how tempting they were.
Under the earthen platform, near the Yellow Spring Road, a fist-sized river pebble was exposed.
Xiao Yi had seen this thing in a dream divination. It was the stubborn stone that could determine the water level of the Sanzu River.
"Hei Niu, it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it. Be good and go get that stone..."
Meow…
Are you teasing me?!
"Go quickly, there's no danger. Look, I'm so close, and there's no danger..."
As soon as Yi Xiaochuan threw Hei Niu to the platform, he suddenly swallowed his saliva. He saw a brush, the handle of which was as thick as a child's arm, two feet long, and withered yellow in color. The brush head was more than half a foot long, and the tip of the brush was stained with fresh and moist ink, which looked as if it had just been dipped in ink, and even exuded a unique and refreshing ink fragrance.
The most evil spirit is sentenced to the punishment of burning with fire!
It was like an invisible hand holding a brush and quickly writing a line of words in the air.
Xiao Yi retreated again and again, but the black characters were flying towards him like a shadow.
Then, the black font began to change like ink-splashed landscape, and actually transformed into four bronze lights. The lights grew stronger as the wind blew, and they quickly grew larger in the air, suddenly transforming into four giant bronze pillars.
Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt hot, even scorching, a heat that seemed to dry out his soul.
The four bronze pillars have surrounded Xiao Yi. Several long chains are fluttering around the pillars, suppressing him from top to bottom, connecting the sky and the earth.
Xiao Yi flapped his black wings and roared, but he had no power to resist. Moreover, the fluttering chains had already locked him tightly, and were about to tie him to the huge copper pillar...