There was silence all around, not a sound.
In his sight, there was aimless darkness, with no objects visible, no sound, no light.
Yu Qinggong groped all the way, walking alone in the vast space. After the strange thing happened before, even she didn't understand what happened. When she came to her senses again, she was already here.
She tried to call Mo Guyuan, but she shouted for a long time until her voice became hoarse. She never waited for Mo Guyuan to find her. At this moment, her heart was filled with despair. She just thought that she had been wiped out by the dragon-slaying sword and her soul returned to the underworld with no end in sight.
When I was in the wilderness, I heard Ling Jiuquan tell the legend about the Fengdu Underworld. It was said that after a person dies, his soul will go to the underworld. He first crosses the Nawangchuan River and then crosses the Naihe Bridge. There will be a person on the bridge. As long as the old woman named Meng Po drinks the Meng Po soup she made and forgets her past and present lives, she will finally be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation and be reincarnated.
As Yu Qinggong walked, her tears couldn't stop flowing down. She had not lived enough in this life, and there were still many things she wanted to do that she had not done. She was not afraid of death, but she did not want to die.
Maybe she had walked for too long and never touched the border, which made Yu Qingxing think that this place was boundless and dark. She sobbed for a while, then she bent down and squatted on the ground, burying her head in her knees, no longer Wandering in confusion.
"Mo Guyuan, where have you been? Didn't you promise that you would always stay with me? You lied."
"If Beiming Kun finds out, let's see if he doesn't beat you into a big fat boy in the future."
"No, no, if I really die, Mo Guyuan will also be dead if he appears here. That's not okay. He has to go to Nanshan to handle things, so he can't die here..."
Yu Qinggong lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if in the silent darkness, only his own voice could bring a glimmer of life.
"If Sister Ling knew that I had arrived in the underworld, she would probably go to Samsara and ask for the Six Paths of Samsara. Maybe I still have a chance to save her?" Yu Qinggong cried for a while, then suddenly muttered on a whim.
Thinking of this, Yu Qinggong seemed to be glowing with new brilliance. She took a deep breath, cheered up, and raised her right hand. She looked at her little finger with hopeful eyes. There was Sister Ling's love thread tied to her fingertips, as long as she hooks her little finger, Sister Ling will notice it and will definitely come to save her.
Yu Qinggong tried to move, and then shook it again, but there was still no response from the little finger of her right hand. Yu Qinggong gradually became uneasy. Sister Ling once told her that no matter where she was, no matter where she was, , as long as he is in danger, he only needs to hook his little finger to awaken the spiritual power in Qingsijie, and he will feel it in his heart and will rush to her side as soon as possible. But at the moment, Qingsijie is calm, Not a ripple.
The last thought was shattered, and Yu Qingxing's faith collapsed. After trying for a long time, she finally became dejected and stopped struggling pointlessly.
"I'm already dead, how could Sister Ling sense it? If he knew that I didn't call him right away, he would be very sad when he finds out about himself in the future." Yu Qinggong thought about it, and tears started to fall again. flowed down.
After crying for an unknown amount of time, feeling frustrated and tired and sad all the way, Yu Qingchun fell asleep with her hands on her knees. After a while, she fell to the cold ground and fell unconscious.
The surrounding temperature is cold, and the ground is bitingly cold, as if this is a world frozen in ice and frost. Not only can there be no light, but there is no way out or end.
Suddenly there was a ripple of water flowing slightly under Yu Qinggong's body. The ripples lit up one area with a little light. Although the light was still dim, there was a little more gentleness in the dark and boundless space.
The water waves spread out in circles, then spread all around, drifting towards the dark depths in the distance, without knowing where they were going.
At the same time, Yu Qingqing's entire body began to slowly change. On her chest, back, and hands, the four golden scales shone brightly, and the light poured out, turning into smoke and flowing into the water waves below. Then they merged with the water waves and flowed together into the distance into nothingness.
"Found it, right there!" Suddenly, in the darkness, there was an exclamation, and someone shouted quickly.
Two streams of light shuttled back and forth in the darkness. After just one encounter, they came to Yu Qinggong's side. Seeing the strangeness under Yu Qinggong's body, the two were frightened to death. One of them hurriedly ran over and helped Yu Qinggong sit up. , this allowed the golden light flowing on his body to be stopped. If it had been a moment and a half too late, I really don’t know what would have happened.
"Fish girl, fish girl, wake up quickly."
Who is whispering in my ear, and who once spilled the bowl of Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge, and I don’t want to forget even half of it.
The sky was scarlet and dancing, and someone planted mandala flowers in the Wangchuan River. The bright red and voluptuous beauty was the Shili Hongzhuang she had seen in the book. In the illusion that was as beautiful as a dream, she heard him Smiling and gentle voice.
"Even if it is red, how can a ten-mile peach forest be as bright red as this datura flower? The red flower datura I planted in the Wangchuan River is not only ten miles away, but hundreds, thousands, and thousands of miles away."
Looking at the crimson scenes in front of her, she wanted to reach out to touch and pick it, but when she took a step to open her legs, the Naihe Bridge suddenly collapsed. By accident, she fell into the abyss, endless, all the mandos All the Luo flowers were shattered, turning into clouds of smoke and flying red flowers around her.
When she came to her senses again, the filled river of forgetfulness was no longer there. What she saw was the dry and cracked earth, with cracks criss-crossing and all the creatures devastated.
"Liu Li, I hid the Sansheng Stone in Wangchuan. If one day the water there dries up and disappears, you will be able to see my heart."
Yu Qingqing didn't know whether he was falling or her. He didn't know whether the voice was speaking to him or Liuli.
Liuli, is that the ancient Dragon God?
Then who is speaking?
At this moment, Yu Qingqing suddenly wanted to know the truth urgently. The river of forgetfulness was drying up in front of him, where was the Sansheng Stone hidden, and where was his heart.
At the bottom of the Forgotten River, I can't help but stare at it.
Under his sight, a rock with clear water chestnut angles was located in the deepest part of the crack in the earth. Yu Qinggong intuitively told himself that it was the Sansheng Stone.
But how could it be such a three-life stone that was riddled with holes? The old man said, isn’t the three-life stone crystal clear and shining?
Yu Qinggong desperately fell into the crack, but an unknown gravity came from behind her, pulling her body upwards. Yu Qinggong struggled desperately. At this moment, she just wanted to get this He held a broken stone in his arms and refused to give it up.
In an instant, Yu Qing opened his eyes fiercely, and a familiar and clear face came into view, filled with anxiety and joy.
Mo Guyuan held the lantern with one hand and held his own palm with the other, smiling happily and saying, "I have found you."
Yu Qinggong raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said confusedly, "I just had a dream. In the dream, I arrived in the underworld and was crossing the Naihe Bridge in the Forgotten River. I seemed to see many mandala flowers. I saw someone carving their name on the Sansheng Stone, but their name could never be carved on it, how strange it is."
Mo Guyuan was stunned when he heard the words. In a daze, he inexplicably remembered the call that lingered in his ears when he accompanied Yu Qinggong on the seabed in Canghai. The fog filled his mind. When the clouds cleared and the sun set, he seemed to also see He saw so many fragmented pictures that he thought he was hallucinating.
"What a dream, you're not dead, how could you dream of going to the land of Fengdu." In the dim light, another call came from beside him.
Yu Qinggong turned around subconsciously and saw a cloud of seven colors floating in the air beside him. His two short legs were raised high, looking happy and contented.
"It's you, Cotton Cloud. Haven't you been hiding in my sleeves? Why did you run outside?" Yu Qinggong asked in surprise.
Mian Mianyun stood up like a carp, and then said arrogantly, "If I didn't come out in time, you would have been trapped in the Dragon King's Poison and turned into blood. I saved you, understand?"
Yu Qingqing raised a hand and took advantage of the situation to press hard on Mian Mianyun's head, saying angrily, "Didn't I let you call yourself me before? Why don't you have a long memory?"
Mian Mian Yun was pinned to the ground by Yu Qingg. He immediately changed his posture and quickly begged for mercy and said, "Hey, I just have to stop, it's okay, you
Adults don't remember the faults of villains, so don't argue with me. I'm just pretending and putting on airs. "
Yu Qinggun snorted, then let go of the cotton cloud and looked towards Mo Guyuan. At this moment, her eyes were still red. Maybe she had been crying for too long and it didn't go away for a while.
Looking at Mo Guyuan carefully, Yu Qingqing was really happy at this moment. She was afraid that she would be alone in this endless world and keep walking aimlessly. That would make her life worse than death. as a result of.
"Mo Guyuan, where did you go before? I've been looking for you for a long time, and my voice has become hoarse from shouting. I don't see you coming to see me." Yu Qinggong said aggrievedly.
Mo Guyuan felt extremely distressed. He held her hand tightly, pulled her up, and said with a bitter smile, "Earlier, when you and I were passing under the bridge, the dragon-slaying sword was about to fall on your head. At that time, you and I had no way to avoid it." However, I could only watch helplessly as the Dragon-Slaying Sword rushed to strike you down. At the critical moment, Mian Mianyun told me that I could use Dragon King Bean to temporarily absorb you. Unexpectedly, we were able to dodge the Dragon-Slaying Sword's attack. "
Yu Qinggong asked in confusion, "Dragon King Pork? I seem to remember that Mr. Huizi gave it to you in Zhuang Zhou's dream."
"Yes, don't forget, Mr. Keiko was also a monk who slayed dragons in ancient times. This Dragon King Beetle was originally a magical weapon he specially carried with him to target the snake water monsters of the Zoujiang genus. Once captured by Dragon King Beetle, he will be unable to fly." Mo Guyuan explained.
Yu Qinggong rolled his eyes, casually picked up a piece of cotton cloud and said, "How do you know that Mo Guyuan has Dragon King Pothos on him?"
Mian Mianyun was grabbed by Yu Qingg's cheek and wailed, "Lord Dragon God has seen Keiko before, okay? It's just that since Lord Dragon God is already in the divine realm, the Dragon King's Trichosanthes naturally won't have any effect. Of course I'm familiar with it."
After hearing this, the two of them had a general understanding. Mo Guyuan said with the joy of surviving the disaster, "We are willing to die and live again. Who would have thought that this dragon king, beetle, who suppresses everything in the mountains and rivers, would actually become our means of life-saving in the end. It's really Lucky you."
