"Later, if you see this jade slip, I have to tell you a very sorry news, you can't get out.
My name is Chunlin. I wonder if you still know this name. I think back then I was also a powerful figure in the spiritual world. I entered the fourth realm at the age of twelve and the fifth realm at the age of sixteen. Everyone thought I had extremely high talents and had great expectations for me. Unfortunately, God seemed to have given me a blessing. I made a big joke, I determined to enter the tenth realm, but I only stayed at the eighth realm, and my cultivation level could not progress any further.
I have tried many methods. I have traveled around the mortal world and been free for more than thirty years, but it is useless. I have cut off the worldly ties and cut off my kinship to the point where it cannot be broken, but it is also useless. I just watched the hopeful eyes around me gradually turn cold, and those people who followed others slowly moved away from me. I was not willing to accept that an eighth-level monk ended up like this.
Seeing that it was impossible to break through by relying on my own strength, I placed my hope on various secret opportunities. When I happened to be traveling, I discovered this white jade token engraved with the Bianhua flower and some scattered records in ancient books in a strange mountain village in Longjiazhou. The ancient books mentioned the secrets in the Forget River Secret Realm. Legend has it that there is a small boat on the Forgotten River, and there is a ferryman on the boat who guards the Forgotten River day and night. It is said that he is the agent of the King of Hell in the mortal world. As long as you find him, you can obtain infinite power.
Of course I have heard of the Secret Land of Forgotten River. I even went to the sea between East Fuyao Continent and Zhongtu to look for the Qingli Islands, but I only returned in vain. I was carried away by my cultivation, so I thought of a way to enter Wangchuan. In fact, I had already predicted that as long as I did not enter the central area, Wangchuan would not pose much of a threat to me.
I have stayed in Wangchuan for more than eight years, and I have been looking for the door of life and death corresponding to the token. As long as I open the door, there will be endless power waiting for me. Although the process was difficult, fortunately, hard work paid off. I finally found the Wangchuan River in this unknown cave, and also found the door of life and death recorded in ancient books. But I was totally wrong. I opened that door. To open the door, I had to collect five tokens, and I only had one of the white jade tokens. What was even more frightening was that when I wanted to leave the cave, I couldn't find the way I came from.
For an eighth-level monk, there is only one possibility for an invisible exit, and that is to be trapped by a formation arranged by someone with a higher level of cultivation. I started to panic, but it didn't help, I was still stuck here.
Frustrated, I waited in this cave. I don’t know how long it took, but I saw a small boat coming from the Forgotten River. On the small boat stood an old man holding a long wormwood. I was overjoyed, it was definitely the ferryman! But unfortunately, after a series of conversations, the ferryman felt that my soul was dirty, full of blood, and not worthy of his redemption. I didn't dare to resist him, and I couldn't find an exit. I knew I was going to die here.
In fact, when I look back and think about it, I was indeed blinded by my cultivation at the beginning, and I was blindly thinking about improving my cultivation. However, I realized that cultivation depends on my innate luck and luck, which cannot be obtained by asking for it. People in the future will definitely take it as such. Quit!
If someone does come here later, remember that your only chance of survival is the ferryman. You might as well have a good talk with him, maybe there is a glimmer of hope. By the way, don't touch my robe. Although it is an immortal weapon, I have set a trap. As long as you take it away from me, monks below the seventh level will definitely die. If you haven't touched it yet, don't do it, so as to leave a whole body for me. If you took it away before seeing this jade slip, it was your own greed that killed you, and you can't blame me.
No matter what, I wish you good luck in the end. "
Xu Huaigu held this side of the jade slip and broke into a cold sweat after reading it. Not only because the owner of this withered skeleton said that he would never be able to leave after he came here, but also because of the trap under the robe. , if he had been greedy before, he would be a dead man now.
In the realm of spiritual practice, it is true that life and death happen inadvertently. Every drink and peck has already been decided by God.
But no matter what, Xu Huaigu still got very important information from the hands of this senior. He knelt down again, cupped his hands and said to the withered bones: "Thank you, senior, for your gift. I thank you again, junior."
Xu Huaigu glanced at the vast Wangchuan River and had no idea where the ferryman was, but he also knew that such a mysterious figure was not something he could just meet if he wanted to, it had to depend on fate.
He decided to find the door of life and death that Dry Bones mentioned first, and then make a decision.
Looking at the skeletal finger pointing to the door of life and death, which should be at the lower reaches of the Wangchuan River, Xu Huaigu put away his things and continued walking downstream.
Not long after, Xu Huaigu heard the loud sound of water, which was deafening. When he went to check, he found that the Forgotten River had flowed to the end. At the end of it was a very high waterfall hanging down. Xu Huaigu could not see where the lower end of the waterfall was. He could only see the boundless void, maybe it was Hell.
Next to this waterfall, there is a majestic obsidian gate standing twenty feet high. The most surprising thing is that the surface of this piece of obsidian is extremely smooth, without any trace of damage. Xu Huaigu can pass through this gate. You can see your face clearly on the surface, like a black mirror.
Xu Huaigu took his sword and scratched it lightly a few times, and found that the door didn't even have a scratch left. Instead, the edge of his sword was slightly damaged.
Sure enough, it is definitely not simple to be called the Gate of Life and Death.
This door of life and death blocked Xu Huaigu's way forward, and his way out stopped here.
He could see that there were five small holes drilled out in the center of the door. The size and shape were exactly the same as the black and white tokens in Xu Huaigu's hand, which were used to place the tokens.
When Xu Huaigu's thoughts reached this point, he had no way to go. He was at a loss. All he could do was wait quietly, either until the ferryman still had a chance of survival, or he would die before the ferryman came.
But Xu Huaigu didn't want to waste this period of time. He also wanted to carefully sort out what he had gained since leaving Qingling.
He opened his suitcase and counted the contents one by one.
The two swords are naturally the biggest gain, there is no doubt about this, but other than that there are many miscellaneous small items.
Xu Huaigu gave one to Bai Xiaoyu, one to Taoist Sun Xiang, and one to Li Zi among the beautiful little stones taken out from the Lingjiang River, but only four were left, and the quality was not very good.
A few taels of silver are of little use.
The Qilian Blood Jade was temporarily given to him by Lin Cangyang, and he had not had time to return it to her after leaving the palace.
There is one white token and one black token each, but I don’t know their use yet.
After examining the external objects, he began to observe the things inside his body.
His practice was still stable at the peak of the second realm, and he was only a little short of the third realm, but he still didn't know how to take this very small but not easy step.
He also neglected the sword cultivation method taught to him by Deng Zhiyuan for a long time. During this time, he had been busy with human affairs and had fallen behind on his own cultivation. He felt that he should hurry up and practice after this incident was over.
There is also the golden shuttle talisman that was passed down to him by the Taoist priest. His heart was still surrounded by a ball of golden threads. The golden threads were entangled together like a thin layer of liquid surging on the surface of the heart. The number of those golden threads seemed to be more than when the Taoist priest taught him. This surprised Xu Huaigu.
You must know that he had been practicing this golden shuttle talisman during the three months he came from Binxi, but it had no effect. He was about to give up, but unexpectedly it actually improved. It seems that this golden shuttle talisman is very demanding. What is important is not cultivation, but something more mysterious.
Since he had to wait, Xu Huaigu thought he might as well pass the time by practicing.
He began to recite the dharma secretly and breathed in slowly.
But not long after, Xu Huaigu's brows gradually tightened, feeling confused. Then he smiled sadly and shook his head.
He forgot what Huang Shan told him when he came. Wangchuan's spiritual energy was different from the outside world. The monks could not replenish the spiritual energy, and naturally they could not practice.
He sighed, picked up the sword, and prepared to stand up to practice swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is a foreign object. Heavy sword moves and swordsmanship do not require the support of spiritual energy.
He had just picked up the sword, but he seemed to be aware of it, as if someone was watching him from a distance.
Xu Huaigu slowly turned his head to look at the Wangchuan River, then suddenly stopped holding the sword and just looked at the river.
On the endless river surface of Forgotten River, mist is gathering and the water is rippling. Among them, the outline of a pitch-black boat gradually appeared in the fog, swaying towards Xuhuai Valley.
