Looking at the boundless river and the strange blood-red flowers growing on both sides, Yang Jian, who was standing on the bank of the river, picked up a flower from the other side out of curiosity, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
At a glance, time seems to have stopped.
Yang Jian stood on the bank of Wangchuan River, but like a revolving lantern, he saw the miserable life of a beautiful woman.
At this moment, in the corner of the memory wheel, Yang Jian and the woman looked at each other, and the taste was complicated and bitter, all in silence.
"..."
After a long time, when Yang Jian raised his head in silence, the other shore flower in his hand turned into little red lights and disappeared from the world.
Looking at the dots of red light disappearing in mid-air, Yang Jian, a man of two generations, said sincerely for the first time in his life: "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Less than half a quarter of an hour later, when Yang Jian looked at the densely packed flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River again, his eyes were completely different from before.
At this moment, there was no more magic light in his eyes, no more ruthlessness, no more magic deep in his bones, and his eyes were full of gentleness.
Looking at these blood-red flowers, Yang Jian bent down slightly and bowed deeply to the sea of flowers.
The living are meaningless, the dead are great.
The memories of the deceased, whether beautiful, sad, painful, or joyful, are even more precious.
Carefully avoiding these blood-red flowers, Yang Jian walked to the river, picked up a handful of Wangchuan water, and observed it carefully.
After a while, Yang Jian carefully put this handful of Wangchuan River water back into the Wangchuan River.
………
"Sure enough, the water flowing in the Wangchuan River is the water of the Yellow Spring..."
Yang Jian said quietly.
"It is said that the water of Huangquan has a strong purification ability and can wash away all memories in this world."
"Any ghost who falls into it will slowly become a brand new soul under the cleansing water of the underworld."
"The Forgotten River meanders through most of the underworld, carrying countless souls for reincarnation..."
"You can purify the most complex and stubborn love, hate, and causal entanglements in the world, but how many people can remember your name..."
Yang Jian's expression was extremely complicated.
Obviously, at this moment, he was greatly shocked deep in his heart, and he was temporarily in a trance.
Also, no matter who it is, when they see it for the first time, the souls of all living beings fall into the Wangchuan River one after another. Under the wash of the water of Huangquan, all memories and cause and effect are washed away...
Finally entering the Six Paths of Reincarnation and being reincarnated, your heart will be impacted to a certain extent...
I don't know how much time passed, but Yang Jian came back to his senses and murmured to himself.
"It turns out that reincarnation in the prehistoric world is like this..."
"The ghosts of countless creatures passed through the gates of hell and came to the banks of the Forgotten River. With the flow of the Forgotten River, they turned into innocent souls, entered the six paths of reincarnation, and started a new life."
"And their memories, love, hate, cause and effect, all turned into this beautiful and bright sea of flowers on the other side..."
Speaking of emotional points, Yang Jian's eyes also flashed with deep water, but he still did not let two tears fall.
………
Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian turned his head and headed towards the Ten Palaces of Hell without any hesitation.
"The underworld has its own laws of heaven and earth running. The ghost gate collects ghosts, the Wangchuan River transfers and washes ghosts, and the six paths of reincarnation are at the end of the Wangchuan River..."
"So, as long as ghosts enter the Wangchuan River, they will naturally forget their past lives, cleanse their cause and effect, and enter reincarnation..."
"In other words, it is the underworld. There is no need for the Palace of the King of Hell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Beiyin Fengdu Emperor transformed from the good corpse of Xuandu Master, Taiyi the Suffering Heavenly Lord..."
"Since there is no need for so many people, then why does the underworld install so many departments?"
When he thought of this, Yang Jian's heart suddenly surged with uncontrollable anger.
"Heavenly Court, Xuanmen, Buddhism, you bastards, you don't even want to let his mother take advantage of the dead. This is too ugly!"
As Yang Jian's heart fluctuated, the demonic energy in his body gradually became uncontrollable and spread to all directions!
"It's a pity that Queen Earth's original intention of sacrificing her body to reincarnate and create a peaceful and quiet reincarnation for all sentient beings has been artificially destroyed at this moment."
"The Jade Emperor, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti joined forces to interfere with the divine power of the underworld for their own selfish purposes, and brought the underworld into the rule of the heavenly court in the name of heaven's control of the four directions."
"The most ridiculous thing in this world is that the reincarnation of life and death, which is recognized as the fairest by all living beings, has been artificially usurped long ago and many departments have been put in place."
"What's even more ridiculous is that these hypocritical gods, Buddhas and immortals, while shouting to protect reincarnation and maintain fairness, interfere with reincarnation and give and receive privately..."
"How can these underworld departments, which have had extremely selfish motives since they were established from the beginning, handle reincarnation fairly and justly..."
"The Ten Palaces of Yama, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, Ksitigarbha, and Taiyi the Lord of the Suffering Sufferers are all from the same breed."
"After people from heaven, Taoism, and Buddhism die, they don't have to go to reincarnation if they don't want to. But if they do, they still have to be picky..."
"The underworld has already become their one-spoken hall!"
"It's a shame that ordinary mortals spend their whole lives fasting, chanting Buddha's name, and doing countless good deeds, thinking that they can be reborn into a good child after death..."
"However, whatever they want, they have worked hard all their lives, but in the end it is not as good as a good background..."
As he thought more deeply, the murderous intention in Yang Jian's heart became stronger and stronger. The demonic energy in his body was so strong that it made countless ghosts feel palpitations.
"…………"
In fact.
Yang Jian, who was angry, was indeed very scary.
Countless powerful ghosts and monsters that were causing turmoil in the underworld suddenly became very obedient in front of him.
Just when Yang Jian was so angry that he was about to trample Emperor Fengdu to death, kill Yama of the Ten Palaces, break the neck of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and use Taiyi to save Ku Tianzun's head to hold wine...
On the pitch-black earth, a young woman dressed in white suddenly appeared.
The woman in white raised her head, and Yang Jian, who was originally full of murderous intent and wanted to destroy the old order of the underworld, was stunned for a moment.
Under the dim and lightless underworld, a beautiful face with compassion and saintliness appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes.
Looking at the woman in white, Yang Jian took a deep breath. After a long time, he said, "You are the Empress Houtu..."
Empress Houtu, who was dressed in white, seemed quite surprised when she saw that the person who just exuded shocking demonic aura was just a young man in ragged clothes. She said calmly: "Your Excellency, just call me Houtu..."
Her voice was gentle and elegant, just like her appearance.
"…………"
Yang Jian, who had seen all the secrets of the underworld with his own eyes, had long been filled with respect for Empress Houtu who created the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Now, after seeing the true master, he felt even more emotional.
Yang Jian and Hou Tu looked at each other with their eyes. At this moment, it was as if a thousand years had passed.
………
After a moment of silence, in order to show respect, Yang Jian took the lead and said: "Empress Houtu, why are you here?"
…………
"I'm here to find you."
When Hou Tu heard this, his eyes moved slightly, his gaze fell on Yang Jian, and he spoke softly.
"I felt a strong malice, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect to meet a new generation of demon ancestors."
Hearing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly, touched his nose, and suddenly felt a little bad.
Because this time, he came to the underworld with his true appearance.
He always likes to put on several layers of false identities to look at others, but now he is a little worried about what he will reveal in front of Queen Houtu.
Yang Jian coughed in embarrassment and said with a tongue full of lies.
"Houtu Empress, this is an illusion. You see, they are not afraid of me at all."
In order to verify his statement, Yang Jian grabbed a red-clothed ghost king with a high level of cultivation next to him with one hand.
This usually fierce-looking ghost king in red was as quiet as a kitten in front of Yang Jian.
After waiting for him to touch him, the ghost king in red turned into a ray of light and disappeared in an instant.
"…………"
"It's not that they're not afraid of you, but they're too afraid of you."
After hearing this, Empress Houtu smiled slightly and looked at the ghost king in red who left instantly as if he was running for his life, and introduced softly.
"The ghost king in red is originally a very resentful ghost. Because of his deep obsession and bad temper, he is the tyrant in the entire underworld."
"…………"
The corners of Yang Jian's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Why does this Houtu empress keep clinging to this matter...
Seeing that he couldn't hold it anymore, Yang Jian simply spread his hands and told the truth.
"Now that Empress Houtu has said this, let me tell you the truth. I am indeed the ancestor of the new generation of demons. I lied to you just now because I don't want to implicate you."
Seeing a half-smiling smile on Hou Tu's face, Yang Jian changed his previous casualness and said seriously.
"Empress Houtu's current hell, I'm afraid it has already violated your original intention of reincarnation..."
"Back then, Empress Tu, you felt that all living beings had died, and with your remaining attachment and obsession to the world, you used the body of an ancestral witch and the blood of Pangu to reincarnate resolutely. Didn't you just want to give countless souls a peaceful life? Home?”
"But the intervention of Heaven, Xuanmen, and Buddhism changed the orderly reincarnation of the underworld."
"The underworld and the six realms of reincarnation have become the private areas of heaven, Xuanmen, and Buddhism, and have become the center of the so-called talent pool."
"People who belong to heaven, regardless of good or evil, or merit, can be reborn in a home with great luck and merit. With the blessing of luck and merit, they will soon return to heaven and become immortals..."
