"Woo-"

After a hundred days, there was a sadness in the city, and there were faint cries everywhere......

The voice is sad and tear-jerking.

This is the ghost people's life and relatives in the yang world, and they still have a heart of attachment, and in this torment of wanting to see relatives but not seeing each other, many ghost people are crying secretly in the middle of the night. ”

In front of the Hall of the Son of Heaven, the White Emperor City looked at the Xudu City Road below.

And Feng Qingyan just looked at it calmly, there was no expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Alas, because I miss my homeland and my relatives, I am depressed all day long, and I don't think about tea and dinner. White Emperor City sighed and said, "These ghost people don't think about their children, or they think about ......their parents."

After a while, Feng Qingyan said, "Uncle Bai, you don't have to worry about this matter for the time being. ”

White Emperor Cheng nodded, and said, "Young Palace Master, what about the bus in the capital city ......?"

"Xu. Feng Qingyan said, he had already seen the plan submitted by the White Emperor City, and the Xudu City was indeed too big, and it was very inconvenient for the ghost people to travel.

"Then I'll do it. ”

White Emperor Cheng said, then bowed slightly, and walked down the mountain towards the Yama Palace.

In fact, it is not very difficult to get a bus in the capital city, but it needs the assistance of the Yama Palace, or an order.

The bus in the capital city is actually a horse-drawn carriage.

Since it is a carriage, it needs horses to pull the carriage, but there are no horses. Moreover, those horses in the world are not suitable for ......

Therefore, White Emperor City needs all over the city god mansion to help him find horse bones.

Of course, it's not enough to have a horse bone, you also need to have a horse soul.

Soon after, the White Emperor City walked out of the Yama Palace, and there was already an extra order in his hand, and then he asked the ghost messenger to send the order to the city god mansions. After receiving the order, the city god mansions in various places immediately sent some Yin soldiers to find horse bones and horse souls.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's gaze had already shifted from Xudu City to the sky.

In the sky above the capital city, a faint layer of fog rose.

This fog was not there before.

Since the hundred days, after the cry sounded, it slowly condensed.

Feng Qingyan stretched out his hand towards the fog, and immediately a cloud of fog moved over, and then he grabbed a wisp and held it carefully in his hand.

"It's missing ......"

After a while, Feng Qingyan said lightly, "The thoughts of the 100,000 ghost people have turned into fog. After a moment of silence, he said, "When it turns into clouds, it may be the time when Wangxiangtai appears." ”

In folklore, ghosts can climb the lookout platform to see their hometown, relatives and friends.

Legend has it that Wangxiang Terrace was built on the Homesick Ridge, which is a window for ghosts in the underworld to look at the sun, and a holy place for the living and the dead to connect with each other......

This is a well-known exclusive building in the underworld, and it is not something that Feng Qingyan can build if he wants to, but it needs something or something to activate before it can be built.

Such as Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge, etc.

And the thoughts of 100,000 ghost people are the key to open the lookout platform.

However, this is not enough......

At this time, Feng Qingyan let go of the wisp of mist of longing, looked eastward, and landed on the Nai He Bridge.

Because in folklore, it is said that Wangxiangtai is located on the hill behind the Naihe Bridge, and it is said that Wangxiangtai is located on the top of Yushan Mountain.

To be honest, Feng Qingyan didn't know where Wangxiangtai was located.

There is indeed a mountain behind the bridge, which was piled up by the bull head when it was bored......

Feng Qingyan stepped out and appeared on the top of that mountain.

"Folk rumors, the construction structure of Wangxiangtai is quite bizarre, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, the face is like a bow back, the back is like a bowstring flat, except for a stone path, the rest are all sword mountains and sword trees, very steep......

Feng Qingyan said as he walked down the mountain.

"Standing on the lookout platform, the five continents and the four oceans can see the ......"

After a while, he had already walked down to the foot of the mountain, and after walking some distance, he looked up, and then shook his head slightly, and said, "This mountain should not be homesick. ”

This mountain is too weak to bear the longing of thousands of ghosts. If Wangxiangtai is built on this mountain, I am afraid that it will collapse with a "bang......

Since this mountain cannot be done, then only the mountain is left.

At this time, he returned to the mountain again.

The mountain is a mountain.

The concept of a mountain is greater than a peak, which refers to the entire mountain, including the foothills, mountainsides, and summits. Therefore, there are many peaks in the Xuan Mountain, and the highest of them is the north peak where the Temple of the Son of Heaven is located......

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked through all the peaks on all sides of the mountain, and finally landed on the moon worship platform on the north peak.

The moon platform is carved out of a boulder, and the whole body is black, and you can feel the cold breath when you reach out and touch it. It is dozens of zhang in size, and there are countless runes and textures carved on the countertop, which is very mysterious.

Once, the previous generation of bull heads worshipped the moon here.

And he, once here, has seen the bright moon of the other world, that is, the bright moon of the hometown of the ghost clan.

And under that bright moon, there is a huge mysterious empire......

It is suspected to be a big merchant empire.

"Moon ......"

Feng Qingyan looked up and was slightly stunned.

Where is this moon worship?

Nature is the month of the hometown!

The previous generation of bull heads was not a ghost or god born in this world, but came from a distant and unknowable Great Shang Empire.

Therefore, it ascended to the moon worship platform, and it worshiped the moon of the Great Shang Empire.

And Feng Qingyan himself, in essence, also does not belong to this world, but comes from the Great Shang Empire. Therefore, on the moon worship platform, he saw the moon in the hometown of the ghost clan, and that huge mysterious empire......

"Worship the moon, worship the moon, worship the moon of your hometown......"

The moon, since ancient times, has been the purest thing in people's hearts, the thing that can best express homesickness.

The moon is the hometown of Ming, that's the truth.

"This moon worship is not the moon, but the hometown. ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan suddenly understood, and raised his head to look.

After a moment, he bowed lightly to the sky, and the black mist in the sky immediately churned, like boiling water.

Then, a huge vortex appeared in the black mist.

At this time, he saw a faint silver glow shooting out of the whirlpool.

The silver glow is cold, but it is full of holiness.

One, two, three......

More and more silver light shot out from the black mist vortex, from wisps to bunches, and then from bunches to bright moons.

This is the bright moon of the other world.

At this time, Feng Qingyan calmly looked at the bright moon, and in a trance, he saw the earth under the bright moon......

The earth is immense!

And in this land, there is no such huge mysterious empire......

At this time, Feng Qingyan's heart ached, and he seemed to have lost something.

The Great Shang Empire is no longer there.

"I'm a big businessman, and I'm dead......"

Feng Qingyan's face was a little painful, and then in the clouds on the earth, he saw a majestic temple.

In the temple*** there is an icon......

Philosophers!

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