A large yellow river was rolling and rushing, and a few white birds swept low but were swept away by the sand waves, and disappeared with a wail. Ye Zi kneel cross-legged on a reef, and a cloud of purple gas wrapped him, allowing the water of the Yellow River to rush and surge, but he couldn't move a single bit.

In the purple aura, Ye Zi's expression was indifferent but holy, as if he came from the Nine Heavens, unstained with the smoke of the world. The water of the Yellow River is turbulent, but I see a man paddling closely, if you look closely at the bottomless boat but in this dangerous turbulence like walking on the ground.

The cloth guest sang the mountain song and walked slowly, sometimes the song was loud and high-pitched, sometimes low and sad, Ye Zi slowly opened his eyes without saying a word, and his purple eyes did not have the slightest feeling. The clothed guest stopped when he walked to the reef, looked at Ye Zi and asked softly, "The girl wants to cross the river?"

"How to cross the law?" the purple girl whispered.

"It depends on where you go. The clothier replied, bowing his head and smiling, his smile sincere but terrifying, and the two complex expressions on his face showed no sense of disobedience.

"I'm going to the Nine Heavens, I don't know if you can cross it?" Ye Zi asked, the clothed guest was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "I can only cross the past and the next life, but I can't cross the Nine Heavens and Nine Shadows." ”

Ye Zi sighed, seemed to have some regret, bowed to the clothed guest, and apologized: "Then the little girl can't get on the boat." ”

"Girl, life is a lot of hardships in the world, why don't you go to the other side with me and ascend to Bliss as soon as possible?"

However, the clothed guest who was scattered by Ye Zi reappeared in the distance again, and continued to paddle forward, with a beautiful sound in his mouth, as if there was a sense of bewitchment.

"Girl, the sea of bitterness is boundless, why be sentimental?

"Even if the sea of suffering is boundless, how can we go? everything is suffering!"

Ye Zi slapped his palm again, and the clothed guest immediately collapsed. However, this clothed guest is like an immortal demon, even if Ye Zi uses all his means, he can't get rid of it, and the conversation between the two is like the words of heaven, mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult to distinguish its tricks. The clothed guest sighed, leaned against the boat and asked, "Girl, the world is ups and downs, what are you looking for?"

Like an old friend for many years, Ye Zi looked at the sky with a little confusion, as if thinking about what she was looking for!

The water of the Yellow River rushed and roared, but it quickly calmed down and became calm, like a hideous beast falling into a deep sleep, a place of comfort and peace.

"What exactly am I looking for?"

A trace of confusion flashed on Ye Zi's face, and the holy purple mist emanated from above and covered the Yellow River, like a paradise on earth!

"What am I looking for?" Ye Zi turned his head and asked, the water of the Yellow River covered by purple qi was like a desolate spring from the Nine Shadows, and countless dead spirits under the river wailed in pain, and even stretched out the withered yellow arm like a tree branch and struggled continuously, and his pale face was hideous and terrifying, twisted.

The coat smiled and replied, "You're looking for your own story!"

The voice of the clothed guest was gentle and pleasant, and he took off the hat on his head, and his appearance was clearly displayed in front of Ye Zi!

No, it should be her!

Lingyike's face is exactly the same as Ye Zi's, except that her clothes are cyan, her hair is also cyan, and her eyes are also cyan! Lingyike smiled and stretched out her right hand, and said in a voice like "Come with me, go find your story!"

"My story, do you know?" Ye Zi asked.

The Clothier nodded and replied, "That's our story!"

"Who am I?"

"You're me!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm you!"

Lingyike was not in a hurry, and looked at Ye Zi quietly, smiling as kind as ever. Ye Zi finally had a soft color on his indifferent face, slowly stretched out his jade hand, and walked there gently

The bottomless flat boat, sailing into the distance with the water of the Yellow River, seems to have traveled to the nine heavens! The hazy green mountains seem to be shrouded in a layer of light veil, and the shadows are full of shadows, flickering far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, if they are about to leave, like a few light brushstrokes, dotted on the white cloth.

......

Legend has it that after death, people will enter the underworld, and there is a river in the underworld, called Santu, and the dead only need to cross the Santu River to come to the other side, which is called Lethe River, where people can forget all their worries and live happily ever after.

However, the water of the three paths can corrupt the dead and no one can swim through, so the other side has become a beautiful legend, a place of expectation for the undead.

One day, two people appeared on the bank of the Santu River, one old and one young. The old man said to the young man, "Shahua, from now on, you will cross thousands of living beings here to the other side. ”

"Yes, master!" the young man looked at him with perseverance and expectation, and he was full of spirit.

Since then, there has been one more ferryman on the banks of the Santu River to cross those sunken dead souls. There is a rule that Sawa only crosses one person a day, drinks only one drink a day, and listens to only one story a day.

Repeatedly, the ferryman on the Santu River is tireless, does not know aging, does not know reincarnation, he does not know everything in the world, but he listens to countless stories, one after another.

He was asked, "How many years have you been here?"

Sha Hua raised his head and looked at the other side and smiled, and said softly: "I can't remember, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years." ”

I don't know when a flower bloomed on the other side of the Santu River, this is a red flower, like a flower dyed red by blood, the flower has no leaves but is red and bewitching.

Sawa didn't know the name of this flower, but her blooming appearance was like a palm praying to heaven, and it also held up Sawa's whole world. Since then, Sha Hua has one more thing every day, and that is to look at her.

He was asked, "What is your purpose in crossing people every day?"

Sha Hua was silent, he had never thought about this question, everything was just a teacher's destiny and a mission!

But what exactly was his life for?

Sha Hua was a little tired, and finally in a certain ordinary sub, he made an exception!

On this day, he chose to stop the ferry, and he was even more drunk. In his drunken dream, he seemed to see a beautiful woman in red smiling at him, and that smile gave life to his heart!

Sha Hua stretched out his right hand and tried to grasp the distant call, but when he woke up, there was an old man in front of him, and this old man was his master!

The old man's eyes were full of disappointment, and he shook his head and sighed: "Shahua, you have disappointed the teacher too much!"

Sha Hua smiled, noncommittal, and said bitterly: "Master, Sha Hua has listened to countless stories, just trying to find his own story! Is this wrong?"

The old man frowned, and said coldly: "Remember, your name is Sha Hua, and you are a ferryman!"

"My name is Sha Hua and I'm a ferryman!"

Sha Hua laughed, but after laughing there was great sorrow, Sha Hua looked at the old man with guilt in his eyes, and asked softly for a long time: "Tell me, her name!"

The old man was silent, looking at the stubborn young man in front of him, his heart was very sad, and he sighed for a long time and said, "Manzhu, her name is Manzhu!"

"Thank you, master!"

Sha Hua knelt down on his knees, knocked his head three times, and then looked at the distant shore, as if he saw the girl in red again, and jumped down with a smile.

......

Legend has it that after death, people will enter the underworld, and there is a river in the underworld, called Santu, and the dead only need to cross the Santu River to come to the other side, which is called Lethe River, where people can forget all their worries and live happily ever after.

However, the water of the three paths can corrupt the dead and no one can swim through, so the other side has become a beautiful legend, a place of expectation for the undead.

One day, two people appeared on the bank of the Santu River, one old and one young. The old woman said to the girl: "Xiao Meng, from now on, you will cross thousands of living beings here to go there."

Shore. ”

"Yes, master. The girl's lips were filled with a smile and innocence, full of happiness and longing for the future.

Since then, a bridge has appeared on the Santu River, called Naihe!

And there is a girl named Xiao Meng at the bridge!

Xiao Meng has a rule that only one undead will pass through every day, but he needs to drink the soup in her bowl and leave his story.

Repeatedly, Xiao Meng listened to one story after another, these stories were touched, sad, hateful, and regretful, and everyone left his deepest feelings.

Someone asked her, "What did you leave here?" and Xiao Meng replied, "Traces." ”

However, Xiao Meng didn't know what was on the other side of the bridge, and she didn't want to know, she just wanted to complete the mission assigned by the master!

One day, a young man came to the side of the bridge, this young man's face was like a crown of jade, and he was full of spirit, but there was a trace of sadness between his eyebrows. Xiao Meng, as always, served a bowl of worry-forgetting soup, and said with a smile: "What is the story of this son?"

The young man looked at Xiao Meng and replied with a smile: "My story is on the other side!"

Although Xiao Meng didn't understand what she meant, she had already seen it all these years, nodded and said, "Since Childe doesn't want to say it, then drink this bowl of soup!"

"Will I forget myself if I drink this bowl of soup?" asked the boy.

"Yes!"

"That's not going to work, my story can't go away!" said the boy, shaking his head.

Xiao Meng frowned and was a little displeased, but the young man was clear and stubborn, and continued: "The thousands of troubles in the world are just passing by, Childe can leave your story to me!"

"But my story is on the other side!"

The boy leaned on the Nai Ho Bridge with a sly and playful smile. Xiao Meng said angrily: "Son, don't make things difficult for the little girl, don't cross the bridge without drinking this soup!"

Seeing that Xiao Meng had given the order to evict the guests, the young man suddenly said, "Is this good? I will first go to the other side to find my story, and then come back to tell you and drink this bowl of soup! Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

The young man is clever and eloquent. Xiao Meng ignored himself and said angrily: "The rules can't be broken, and you can't pass if you don't drink!"

"Really?" asked the boy.

"Of course!" Xiao Meng was categorical, and his apricot eyes widened.

"Then there is no way, it seems that I can only swim over!" The young man stretched his waist as if he was really about to jump into the river, Xiao Meng sneered: "The water of the three paths, the undead cannot float, even if it is stained with a drop, it will disappear!"

The young man didn't think so, so he took a moment to straighten his head and smiled: "I'm different! Your name is Xiao Meng, right? When I come back, I'll tell you my story!"

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked up a strange arc, and when Xiao Meng was stunned, he jumped down and jumped into the river.

All this came too suddenly, but it was also calm quickly, but Xiao Meng's heart was more worried. Since then, Xiao Meng has one more mission in addition to recording the story of every undead, that is, waiting for that young man, and his story!

Xiao Meng didn't wait for that teenager back, but her heart was filled with that story, which was her own story!

This Xiao Meng closed the stall early, and she finally made up her mind to go to the other side to have a look and see if that story existed!

Xiao Meng walked step by step, and with each step, he would age a little, until he stepped on the other side and became a dying old woman, in his last years. Xiao Meng looked at a green grass by the bridge and left tears, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't lie to her!

From then on, there is a valley at the end of the Nai Ho Bridge, called Wangxiang Valley! I heard that the dead can see their relatives for the last time as long as they look here, and here they will also forget their hatred, forget the ups and downs, forget the ups and downs, forget the worries and hatreds, forget the past and present lives, and from then on, they will have no worries and turn into a beautiful flower called Manzhu Sahua.

There is a stone pavilion next to Wangxiang Valley, and in the stone pavilion, Meng Po smiled and carved a name.

"Nine Heavenly Goddess!"