(two-in-one middle chapter)
The last time we passed from the foot of the mountain to Liangjie Mountain, there was a lush green area at the foot of the mountain. Meng Chang thought it was just an ordinary mountain, nothing special.
Looking down from the sky this time, this mountain is quite mysterious. Half of the mountain is full of life, towering ancient trees stand, and the peaks reach into the sky. There is a terrace on the top of the mountain, with four or five immortal sects standing in clusters, making it look like an immortal family. The scene, this is Jie Yang Mountain.
The other half, from the mountainside upwards, is barren of grass and rugged rocks. A group of crows are having fun in the valley, and bursts of gloomy air permeate it. The vast area seems to be a mass grave, with dilapidated tombstones and tombs occupying the area. Mainstream mountain views.
I don’t know what kind of person could bury his ancestor’s tomb in such a place. Even Meng Chang, who didn’t understand Feng Shui, could tell at a glance that this was not an auspicious place, maybe it was a heretical sect that raised corpses.
There is a cave with a faint green halo on the mountainside. I think this is the Huangquan Cave guided by Ancestor Fuxi last time.
Mengchang felt a little upset in his heart. Houtu was the god of Xutu in the central area. He couldn't live in a good fairyland next to him. How could he choose such a ghostly place as his territory?
After circling for a while, Mengchang carefully landed outside the Huangquan Cave, folded his hands across his chest, gently rubbed his chin, and used the beast's sense to keep stepping and then retracted. After repeated several times, the danger omen was not triggered, and then He said to the bird that was combing its feathers.
"Brother Peng, you can wait for me at Jieyang Mountain. If you don't see me out in fifteen days, you will return to Mengcheng. You must inform Ksitigarbha of my whereabouts so that Teacher Zhunti won't worry about me."
"Oh, by the way, let's talk to Wei Hu too, so that my teacher, Yuan Shi, won't worry!"
Pengniao had a black line on his head and replied viciously: "Call me Brother Peng, I will be a thousand years older than you!!"
"Also, how many saint teachers do you have?"
"Oh, actually not many. Yuanshi Tianzun, Taoist Jieyin, and Ancestor Fuxi are all my teachers. Strictly speaking, Ancestor Suiren, Emperor Zhuanxu, Zhulong and Kunpeng, two venerables, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Dayu, and Yi are also considered my elders."
Pengniao rolled his eyes, not bothering to listen to Meng Chang's bragging here anymore, and flew directly to Jie Yang Mountain.
"You should say that all the saints and venerables are your teachers, and all the ancestors are your direct ancestors. Isn't this more powerful? You can play better than me, you keep calling me brother, and you still play with me. of!"
Sometimes he is brave and fearless, but sometimes his partner is a little cowardly. Isn't it just a cave with a strong yin energy? What's the big deal? Is it possible that there can be saints and venerable beings inside?
Mengchang blinked: "You are right, they are really my ancestors!"
Hearing these words, the bird flew faster and left without looking back.
After a while of playing and playing, Mengchang was ready for battle. He drew out the golden stick that was specially designed to combat evil spirits and walked towards the cave. The beast sensed that the power was at full power, and he used the long stick in his hand to explore the path, constantly guarding against unknown dangers.
In every horror movie, there is a supporting character who is not afraid of death and has a big heart. He knows that there is danger but does not believe in evil. At this moment, Meng Chang felt that he was no different from that kind of person. If he didn't touch it with his hands, he could feel that pair. The horns of the bull have not yet grown up, but are already beginning to appear. He will not stay in Donglu and come here to have great adventures.
As an atheist, he came to this world full of immortals and gods. From the beginning, he expected that this would not be a world of immortals and gods. Now, he has gradually begun to believe in the bad luck of those who pay attention to metaphysics. There is a strong large-scale aura in this place. It's one thing to feel like a haunted house. Whether you can beat the unknown dangers inside is one thing. Meng Chang has always stayed away from such evil things.
He has always believed in a saying in his previous life: Don't make money beyond what you know. This is also applicable now. Try not to take risks on things you don't understand. You only have one life. If you are not careful, he can The only option left was to go up to Lingshan Mountain and become the Tathagata Dongfang Fushi.
As soon as he stepped into the cave, Mengchang felt a call from the bottom of his heart, which was exactly the same as when he passed by the foot of the mountain. The closer he got to this place, the stronger the desire in his heart became.
After going a hundred meters deep, the cramped confines of the cave suddenly disappeared, and the vision suddenly opened up. This place was not connected to the inside of the mountain at all, but more like it had opened up a small world independently.
There was gray fog all around, and only the road under his feet was clearly visible. After walking for dozens of steps, there were figures on a gravel road in front of him. Meng Chang's scalp felt numb. Those figures were all wearing plain robes. Occasionally, he could see one or two that were different from the others. The human figure is a man and a woman in rich clothes. The upper body is gray and the lower body is like a wandering soul. The whole person seems to be floating.
After approaching, the wandering souls with no masters looked dull and just followed their instincts and moved forward in two queues, following the guidance of the unknown.
In front of the road, there was a wooden guide sign covered with dust but with no words. Meng Chang was on guard against the countless wandering souls. He tiptoed to the wooden sign and gently wiped the dust on it. The message read: Huangquan Road. !
"This is the end of the world, and you will never return in this life!"
"Ancestor Fuxi, you really showed me a clear path. I have never been to the Paradise of Western Paradise, and I have never returned to the West. But you pointed me directly to the underworld. What else is ahead? Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, the eighteenth level of hell? I don’t understand why Hou Tu chose such a place as a dojo. Is it really like some plots, where the god of central guarding Tu wants to do something important about reincarnation? "
Looking at the deep and endless Huangquan Road, Mengchang continued to go deeper. He saw more wandering souls along the way, and his guard was relaxed a little. They were just a group of poor people who entered the ruins. Occasionally, they could still see the ghosts. I saw some general souls wearing battle armor and full of evil spirits. These general souls were more intelligent than ordinary wandering souls. When Meng Chang passed by, they would turn to look at him.
There are even many soldiers wearing white and blue armor who are just like ordinary people. They usually walk forward silently. When Meng Chang passes by and turns around to see each other, they will stop and bow slightly to show respect. .
Those with white armor are Dashang warriors, and those with blue armor are Donglu warriors.
"well!"
Mengchang didn't know what kind of emotion he should use to face them. He was not distraught and could still enter reincarnation. It shouldn't be a bad thing.
I can only hope that we can really see reincarnation in the future, and give these brave warriors a chance to reincarnate and regain their lives. When they go to the next life, I hope there will be no war, no famine, and a happy and peaceful life!
I don’t know how long I walked forward until I reached a place where I couldn’t see the blood-yellow river on the other side. The gentle water flowed from the northeast to the southwest, and the shore was covered with long-bearded red flowers.
Mengchang remembered that the Forgotten River was the dividing line that separated the underworld from the underworld. He didn’t want to try whether the water of the Forgotten River was poisonous. The blood-yellow water flow looked abnormal and had an indescribable feeling of nausea, just like It's a thick abscess.
Seeing the pus and blood, he couldn't help but think of the little soldier with abscesses on his arms in the Yuncheng camp in the past. He didn't know how he was doing now or whether he was brave in battle.
Countless wandering souls gathered here, and no one was there to direct them. It was like instinct, knowing that this deep pool was unfathomable and not easy to take risks. Some ferocious wandering souls were like ghosts, constantly wandering in the River of Forgetfulness. By the river, they were floating restlessly.
It wasn't until these evil ghosts were infected by the red flower mist that they calmed down with blurred eyes, and then walked step by step into the River of Forgetfulness, sinking to the bottom of the water, never to be seen again.
Mengchang also smelled a faint floral fragrance, a fragrance similar to gardenia. As soon as it entered his nose, it activated his body that was invulnerable to all poisons. He clearly understood in his heart that this flower was poisonous and not fatal, but it was It can make people fall into a boundless illusion and find it difficult to extricate themselves.
The symptoms are obvious, just like eating the wrong mushrooms. This aroma can cause a living person to be in a state of hallucinatory poisoning from the soul level, and then walk into the river of oblivion and "destruct" himself.
Thanks to Brother Ear Mouse for the gift of invulnerability. There are still many strange beasts in the mountains and seas. I miss them.
"By the way, shouldn't there be a Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River? There should also be a kind-hearted old lady Mengpo on the Naihe Bridge, who is responsible for sending the last bowl of Wangqing Mengpo soup to the deceased, which can forget the worries and sorrows of the world. Why can't I see the bridge? , Po Meng didn’t see it either?”
Mengchang looked around and saw no trace of the Naihe Bridge except for a pool of blood.
At this moment, there was a cyclic sound of "creeping" and "squeaking" on the Forgotten River. A small wooden boat, like a fishing boat, was swaying over the Forgotten River. A man in a raincoat couldn't see clearly. The old man with a handsome face slowly docked the boat.
Seeing the wooden boat approaching, all the wandering spirits cast their eyes on him. The wandering spirits and ghosts who had been in a state of numbness all rioted and wanted to squeeze into the boat. The old man put the oar in his hand towards the bow of the boat, and an invisible wave The barrier opened instantly, and no matter how these wandering souls fluttered and struggled, they could not get any closer.
"Those who have great virtues will board the boat, those who have little virtues will go into their pockets. If there are any shortcomings, you should reflect on yourself and not cross the river. Those who are full of evil should enter the Forgotten River and swim away after all their sins. There is only one choice. If you are confident, you can try to board the boat. "
The wandering spirits began to board the boat numbly, and saw the divine light emitting from the oars. Anyone who boarded the boat was sucked into the fish basket in front of the boatman. A few ghosts who wanted to fish in troubled waters were automatically shot into the River of Forgetfulness by the oars. After that, countless pairs of pale hands soon dragged these ghosts from the water into the depths of the River of Forgetfulness.
"Haha, the world doesn't realize that if you don't do good deeds during your life, will you end up peacefully after death? You should repent under the River of Forgetfulness. If your evil nature is not eliminated, you will stay in this sea of suffering for one more day."
The old boatman leisurely picked up the fishing net and threw it into the Forgotten River. After a while, when he closed the net, he caught more than a dozen crystal clear gray-white marbles on the boat and happily put them into the robe beside him. .
What only made Mengchang frown was that many white-armored and blue-armored soldiers were also thrown into his pocket and into the River of Forgetfulness.
The entire bank of Wangchuan River suddenly became clear. Meng Chang stepped forward slowly and said in a deep voice with a frown.
"May I ask my husband, what crime did these soldiers commit?"
The old boatman was a little surprised. He had been talking to himself all this time. Whether these wandering souls or ghosts, he had never seen a being with intelligence that could communicate freely. When he heard someone talking, he suddenly looked curiously. Come over.
"Oh, it's incredible. There are still living people who dare to walk on the road to hell. The flower of the other shore didn't kill you. It seems that you still have some strength."
"These soldiers committed murders during their lives. Of course, they must wash away their sins before they can cross the river. Otherwise, even if they reach the other side, they will not be able to pass the test of the two door gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei, and they will still have to be thrown back into the river."
Mengchang didn't like this answer very much: "Their killings may have been made for protection, and it shouldn't be generalized. Some people were contaminated with killings in order to defend their homeland. They should receive better respect and treatment."
"Hey, what's the use of talking to me as a ferryman? If you have the ability, just go to Youdu and talk to the Great God Houtu. Besides, your idea is good, but people's hearts are fickle, let alone the soul? Don't wash it. Without this sin, they will never be able to enter the wheel of rebirth."
"Hey, why am I telling you this? Go home quickly, little baby. My ferry can't ferry living people. Don't even think about swimming across this river of forgetfulness. There are old ghosts down there who are unrepentant. , I will never be able to cross the River of Forgetfulness for eternity, I wish I could drag some more wandering souls down there to suffer with them, these people with unpardonable sins are very bad."
Mengchang pondered, pointed to the wooden boat and said, "If I have a reason to cross the river, can the old man be accommodating?"
The old boatman rolled his eyes and ignored him. He closed the fish basket tightly, held the oar and prepared to pull the boat away from the port.
"I am a descendant of the Gonggong clan, the newly promoted Water God, the Northern Bohou of the Great Shang Dynasty. I teach the Immovable Tathagata in the East and teach the Tathagata the Twelve Golden Immortals in the West. My surname is Jiang. I am Mengchang. I came here to You on the orders of Patriarch Fuxi. We all have important matters to discuss with the Great God Hou Tu, so can we cross the river?"
The old ferryman looked at the young man in front of him in shock. The amount of information was too great, and his head, which had not thought about it seriously for a long time, was unable to react. So he put down the oar in his hand and kept rubbing his head. Greasy long hair.
He is not completely isolated from the world. There are often some outstanding spirits or sages crossing the river, so there are many opportunities for communication. He can understand the meaning and value of every noun Meng Chang says, but Putting them all together, Lao Chuanfu is a little confused. Can these identities be used in batches? Why can a person have such a prefixed title on his head?
He didn't care about the Great Shang Beibeihou, a descendant of the Gonggong family, and taking a boat in Wangchuan was not a day or two for him. A few years ago, he specially received a call from a man who claimed to be the head of the Great Shang. The old man named Di Yi, the wealth and honor in the world are all gone after death.
It’s just that other titles such as Chan Jiao, Western Jiao, Water God, etc. are a bit scary.
The old boatman stared at Meng Chang and asked word for word: "Young man, lying to ghosts is not a big deal, but people can't even lie to themselves. Are you kidding about these identities?"
"Do I need to make such a joke in a place like this? Your place is not a good place. What am I trying to do by lying to you?"
Let's talk, Meng Chang began to exude the power of Cang Ming and Shui Huo, and at the same time, he also showed the majestic horns on his head.
"Did you see that my bloodline is pure? The Great God Houtu and I are from the same ancestry. This kind of lie is the last to last. If you send me to the Great God Houtu for a confrontation, whether it is true or not can be known by just asking?"
The confused old boatman looked at the horn and was a little surprised: "It's amazing, there is actually a tauren."
"..."
I always felt that the old man's words were a little unclean, and this was not the time to care about such things. Meng Chang combed his hair neatly with his hands and then pulled back his bun to cover it up.
"In short, you have to think of a way, otherwise it will delay the important things of Houtu Master. He is naturally tolerant, but delaying things is still a bit unsightly. What do you think?"
The old boatman is really in a dilemma. Since he made the ferry, he has encountered many princes, generals, immortals, gods and monsters, some dangerous and kind, but this is the first time he has encountered a living person. He needed the help of the fish basket to cover up the many auras. The living people here were like candlelight in the darkness. He was not sure whether he would encounter strange things in Wangchuan.
But..., did it take a little too long for me to ferry? Even if there is no merit, there is still hard work. After working hard for thousands of years, You has never received a salary increase, and has no chance of promotion or transfer. He, an old boatman, is also in pain.
"Oh, it turns out it's Young Master Meng. I'm disrespectful. I'm Liu Ting. I'm under the command of the Chief Commander of Youdu. I'm in charge of the ferrying of Wangchuan River. It's been 1,731 years since April 22nd. God, if you go to the Lord Houtu and ask Young Master Meng to say a few nice words to Old Liu Ting, just say that Old Liu Ting misses him and wants to be a minor official in Youdu, please don’t do that again. Lao Liu has left the presence of all the great gods."
Mengchang was speechless for a while. The old boatman's resentment was really quite big.
"Aren't you worried about anything happening under Wangchuan River?"
"Hey, Old Liu Ting still has some skills. Young master, you can get on the boat, but as long as I'm here, nothing else will hurt you at all."
After boarding the boat, the boatman set off the oars, slowly swung the boat away, and sailed leisurely towards the other shore.
"Young Master Meng, I suggest you cover your aura and sit still. It doesn't matter if you splash a little, but don't take the initiative to touch those ghost hands sticking out from the water. Please remember, Everything the boat passes is full of lies. No matter what you hear or see, don’t meddle in other people’s business and just let them do what they want. Remember, otherwise they are likely to gather you one after another until they drag you into the abyss and never recover. Only then will we give up.”
Mengchang nodded unequivocally: "Old man, I will remember it."
"Young Master, please call me Liu Ting, or Lao Liu Ting. You must remember my name!"
I didn’t post the second chapter today. I had a department dinner before the holiday and drank a little bit. I’m not in good condition. I’ll post the middle chapter first and I’ll make up for it during the holiday. Forgive me.
In addition, we seek votes at the end of the year to stabilize the situation.
(End of chapter)
