Nine Heavens·Lu Mengze
No one told her that Lumengze was a lake.
The grass was lush and green, the lake was like a mirror, flawless like a silver plate, the red lotus was enchanting, the blue waves were rippling, it was more ethereal than the Dongting Lake in the human world. It was indeed a wonder, but... where was the immortal palace of Lianyou Immortal Lord? Was it underwater
Mu Lin didn't want to go into the water to find out what was going on. So he sat on the ground, took out a pot of wine from Luo Chen, poured it into the wine jar, and soon the fragrance spread ten miles away, intoxicating everyone.
If there were immortals nearby, they would surely come here following the aroma of the wine; if the immortals were in the lake... Mu Lin had a low alcohol tolerance, so he only took a sip and poured a few drops onto the lake.
Countless koi were attracted by the aroma of the wine and gathered together at the pouring point, forming a blooming red peony. Unfortunately, the wine had already diffused, and the fish scattered like fireworks. It was quite interesting to see them gather and disperse by fate.
"Who is drinking in my house?"
A charming voice came, making people feel numb physically and mentally. A purple figure appeared on the lake, gorgeous and graceful, and it was the real Lianyou Immortal Lord.
She saw Mu Lin by the lake and yawned disinterestedly, "Zhechuan's little disciple? Oh, you're already an immortal, not bad, not bad~ Are you looking for me?"
"Excuse me, Immortal Lord Lianyou. Mu Lin was asked by a girl to bring you a letter."
Su Bai's letter flew in front of Lianyou Xianjun, and she took it casually and accepted it without asking any questions.
"Do you have any more wine? If you want anything, you can exchange it with me."
Mu Lin was somewhat interested, so he took out a pot of bamboo leaf wine brewed by Immortal Lord Luochen and asked, "Does Immortal Lord Lianyou know about the Phoenix Fall Fairy Flower?"
"The Phoenix Fallen Fairy Flower... I don't have it here. You have to go to the human world to find it. No, to be more precise, go to the Cliff of Life and Death to find it."
“… Life and death don’t fall off the cliff?”
Mu Lin had never heard of this place, and the name sounded strange.
"Yes... Oh, this place has been removed from the list for a long time. Even your master and the younger members of the Immortal Clan don't know about it. It has always been the border between the human, demon, and monster worlds..."
Immortal Lord Lianyou told her all the news he knew.
Mu Lin thanked her, gave her the wine, and was about to leave.
Lianyou Xianjun called her from behind: "Little Mulin... talk about more love affairs, don't waste this face..."
"… "
We are in completely different worlds. I don't know how to respond to this sentence.
"Don't be too naive, be deceived easily~"
"Thank you for reminding… "
Mu Lin left the Ninth Heaven and then went to the human world, first looking for a place where people could easily die.
People die in the human world every day, and it is not difficult to find places where the undead gather together. She has stayed in the place where life is cruelly harvested for four or five years. This time when she went back, she naturally went to the most familiar Northern Desert.
I haven't seen Helian Yingzhu for three or four years, but she still looks the same. Time has not been kind to this female general.
Mu Lin thought that if Helian was still there when she came back from the underworld, he would definitely come to her for a drink.
Now she is far away from the military camp, she has found a secret cave and set up many restrictions. The mysterious cold ice has frozen her entire body, but her soul has slowly separated and is floating in the air, emitting a faint golden glow.
The souls of mortals are completely illusory, can penetrate all mundane things, and cannot be seen by the naked eye of living people; but Mu Lin's spirit is illusory and solid, no different from the translucent body. Therefore, if the spirit wants to disguise itself as a soul, it can only rely on sleight of hand.
Every stick has its own strengths and weaknesses. Mu Lin is not very good at this kind of magic. He may be able to fool a few low-level ghost messengers, but if he really enters the underworld, he must act carefully to avoid being exposed and causing trouble.
The two armies were engaged in a small battle that made both sides bloodthirsty. When the battle ended, the smoke was filled with corpses and blood. Mu Lin's spirit successfully mixed into the sky above the battlefield, floating in the air with countless undead, silent and seemingly confused.
From the setting sun to the rising moon, and then to midnight, Mu Lin felt that the yin energy in the wilderness was getting heavier. At this time, the void fluctuated, and a black shadow appeared out of thin air, and the gloomy yin energy swept across the world.
Is this the ghost who came to take them away? Is it the Black Impermanence
Mu Lin took advantage of the numerous ghosts to quietly look at the ghost messenger who appeared. The figure wrapped in a black cloak was tall and thin, and his head was covered by a black hood, leaving only a pale and sharp jaw. His hands were slender, but the joints were too distinct, giving people a cold and hard feeling.
The aura around him was strong, and thousands of ghosts on the battlefield stopped moving the moment he appeared. This was not something that an ordinary ghost could do, so it was estimated that his strength was not low.
I hope the one who comes is not Black Impermanence... Fan Wushe.
As the leader of the underworld, Fan Wushe lived a long life and had a high level of cultivation. His strength ranked among the top ten in the underworld. Her tricks would definitely not fool him. However, she hoped that he was Fan Wushe, the Fan Wushe who grew up with her, the silent and reliable Fan Wushe, the Fan Wushe who had not been torn apart...
Mu Lin's mood was very complicated.
The ghost's head suddenly turned half a circle and faced north, which was exactly where Mu Lin was! Mu Lin immediately lowered his eyes as he turned his head, maintaining the same posture as the other ghosts, making it difficult to tell who was real and who was fake.
Fortunately, he only looked for two or three seconds before taking out the Yin Iron Chain. One end of the chain flew towards the ghosts as if consciously, spreading and stretching infinitely, surrounding them, and then constantly tightening.
It was just an ordinary Yin iron chain. Mu Lin was sure of it the moment he touched it, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes. He was not Fan Wushe. Fan Wushe only used the mithril chain given by Bai Wuchang Xie Bian and his life-saving sword, and never changed.
She saw Xie Bian die under the sword of Wu Zang Xianjun. Did Fan Wushe survive? Wu Zang Xianjun died too early after being severely injured by the demonic power of the earth. She could not take revenge and could only put the blame on the Immortal Emperor.
As a descendant of the Hades clan, even her soul could not be harmed by the Yin weapon. She just pretended to be tied up and was put into the soul storage bag.
The surroundings were gray and gloomy. Mu Lin no longer tried to restrain her breath. Other ghosts did not dare to approach her, and she found a quiet corner.
After exploring the entire soul storage bag with her spiritual sense, Mu Lin thought that this ghost messenger was not ordinary, and he was equipped with a soul storage bag that could hold 100,000 ghosts. You have to know that when her father was in power, the finances of the underworld were always tight, and being equipped with a soul storage bag that could store thousands of ghosts was already a treatment for a high-level ghost messenger.
In other words, the financial situation of the underworld has improved a lot. Although I don't want to admit it, tens of thousands of years have passed. Even if it is to maintain the order of reincarnation judgment, a new Hades should be born.
Mu Lin closed his eyes and rested. He was steady along the way. When he landed on the ground again, Mu Lin smelled a familiar rich fragrance and finally opened his eyes slowly.
There were two wooden doors wide open on the ground, no different from the wooden doors in the homes of ordinary people in the human world. They were covered with traces of erosion over a long period of time, as if they had been in disrepair for a long time. There was no doubt that they would collapse if pushed casually.
This tattered wooden door has a special name - Ghost Gate. "The sky is the sky above and the underworld is the underworld below. Both are vast and invisible." The sky is the sky above and the underworld is the underworld. After passing Ghost Gate, you will reach the underworld, which is the only passage to the underworld.
The underworld has always been dark, with shadows of red spider lilies floating around. The red red spider lilies, also known as Lycoris radiata, are in full bloom on the road to the underworld. The fragrance of the flowers is rich and beautiful. The dead souls follow the only path through the beautiful blood-red sea of flowers and come to the legendary Forgotten River.
The Forgotten River is the boundary between the Yellow Spring Road and the Hades. The Forgotten River is not as eerie and scary as described in mortal stories, where the water is blood-yellow, filled with lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and a fishy wind blows in the face... In fact, the water of the Forgotten River is the color of amber wine, light golden brown, with floating light and shadows, and clear to the bottom.
Even though it looks good, it is said that falling into the Wangchuan River has serious consequences: at the least, the ghost will forget some things, and at the worst, the ghost will become unconscious. I don't know how it started, but later this rumor was passed down from generation to generation among the new ghosts, becoming more and more outrageous. The worst version of falling into the Wangchuan River that Mu Lin has heard is: at the least, the soul will be torn apart by the resentment of the ghosts, and at the worst, the soul will be torn apart.
As a result, all the little ghosts were afraid of the water in the Wangchuan River. They did not dare to approach it easily and were very timid when crossing the Naihe Bridge, for fear that they would fall down if they were not careful.
There is a Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. There is an old woman sitting beside the Naihe Bridge. People in the underworld call her Mengpo. To cross the Wangchuan River, you must cross the Naihe Bridge. To cross the Naihe Bridge, you must drink Mengpo soup. If you don't drink Mengpo soup, you can't cross the Naihe Bridge. If you can't cross the Naihe Bridge, you can't be reborn. But Mengpo Qianxi once secretly told her that most of those rumors were nonsense.
There are more confused ghosts than confused people. Most of them have suffered major trauma in the human world and would jump into the Wangchuan River to commit suicide when they couldn't get over it. Every time they were rescued by the cursing ghosts. Moreover, she often took water from the Wangchuan River when making Mengpo soup.
Little Mu Lin was quite speechless when she learned the truth. She was so careless that she dragged a few little ghosts to play by the Wangchuan River, but ended up scaring them so much that they were crying and snotting. They thought that they had made the little princess unhappy and she had to kill them to vent her anger... A trace of nostalgia flashed across Mu Lin's eyes.
The ghost led the way silently in front, and the ghosts followed behind him in an orderly manner. Mu Lin moved slowly with the crowd and saw the clear and intoxicating Wangchuan River in the distance.
On the banks of the Wangchuan River, at the Naihe Bridge, Mengpo Qianxi was sitting there serving Mengpo soup. Everything was the same as before, and seemed no different from ten thousand years ago. It was everything that Mu Lin was familiar with.
Mu Lin felt something was wrong. The person in the front had already reached the Naihe Bridge and received the Mengpo soup from Mengpo. The team moved slowly, and when Mu Lin walked in front of Qianxi, Qianxi naturally handed her a bowl of Mengpo soup.