Chapter Seventy-Four: The Bridge

"That...... Miss Shu, you are so beautiful. Shifang complimented in a low voice.

Shu Yan looked at Shifang with the eyes of an idiot, the meaning could not be more obvious, such an obvious fact, didn't you just find out now, and then raised his head arrogantly, concentrating on the dim sum in his hand.

"Do you still want to hear legends about the netherworld?" Ten parties couldn't make a plan, rolled his eyes, and continued.

"Yes, yes." Shu Yan's eyes lit up, and he responded in a loud voice, from beginning to end, the only thing that attracted this monk who could recite the scriptures was that he could tell stories.

"I want to say it too, but, but." Shifang held back for a long time, and suddenly realized that his face didn't seem to turn red easily, and he gasped a few times at the moment, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shu Yan.

"But what, what's wrong with you?" Shu Yan asked curiously.

"I don't have the strength anymore?" Shifang gritted his teeth, thinking that he didn't cut off the mental connection between the two, so that he didn't have to be ashamed to say it.

"Are you sick? Strange, as far as I know, we monks don't seem to get sick easily, huh? Shu Yan said with doubts.

Shifang looked sad and indignant, but looking at the dim sum in Shu Yan's hand, he finally lowered his bald head and took out his Jia Lan bowl from the prayer beads tremblingly. You should get the idea.

"Hey, this magic weapon is good, no, this is not a magic weapon, it's so strange, could it be that the magic weapon of the Xia Yun Continent is not successful? Little monk, I didn't expect you to have so many good things in your hands, and I wondered how you could survive in the spatial rift, but it wasn't all due to luck. I underestimated you. In his heart, he was secretly surprised, staring at the Jia Lan Bowl, yes, being able to escape for so long under the pursuit of my aunt and grandmother, naturally has its own uniqueness, what Daddy said is really right, you must not underestimate other monks, how big this world is.

Shifang wanted to cry without tears, put away the garan bowl, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "I'm hungry......"

Shu Yan suddenly realized, only then did he figure out the cause and effect, and then his face was flushed, Aunt Ben is actually quite smart, why is she so unenlightened when she arrives in the netherworld, and this little monk is really hypocritical enough, if you are hungry, just say that you are hungry, mother-in-law's, mother-in-law, there is no boldness of people in the demon world at all. Throw away some pastries right now.

"Save a little to eat, I don't have much, I heard that there are a lot of delicacies in the Xia Yun Continent, hey, I didn't expect to be unfavorable and end up in the current situation." Looking at Shifang who was gobbling up pastries, Shu Yan threw a few more pieces.

"Thank you, you are really a living bodhisattva! By the way, I'll tell you about the legend of Meng Po in a moment. ”

"Okay." Shu Yan responded happily.

And on the other side of the bridge, the simple fairy pouted, and then listened with interest.

"Shifang, why has it been so long, not only have I not seen a ghost on this Huangquan Road, but it seems that there is no end in sight." Shu Yan asked suspiciously, although time passed quickly after listening to the story, it didn't seem to have changed in the slightest for so long, was it the wrong way for them.

Shifang shook his head and said, "I don't know very well, but it's really a little strange, it shouldn't be like this, could it be something wrong?" "Oh, look at my brain, Shifang patted his bald head, and hurriedly said: "This Huangquan Road is for ghosts, it is said that the fragrance of flowers on the other side has magical power, which can evoke the memories of ghosts before their deaths and give them a chance to remember." It seems that we have to go up and give it a try. ”

Shu Yan raised his eyebrows, and the words of the ten directions fell, and the dark cloud floated above the flowers on the other side, and the world in the eyes of the two suddenly changed, as if they had come to the night sky, except for the fiery red flowers on the other side under their feet, everything around them was pitch black nothingness, and when they first entered here, both of them were stunned.

Then in a refreshing fragrance, the flowers on the other side were hazy, and the petals were scattered and danced, wrapping the two of them, and the ten directions only felt that all kinds of memories came to them, completely ignoring the magical power of Shu Yan Sumeru.

Shifang drank softly, and came again, in the nightmare created by the severed hand, how many tragic things he had experienced, relatives, just put it in his heart, and he understood their purpose at this time, just to walk through Huangquan Road safely.

Unlike Shifang, what Shu Yan felt and knew in her thinking was all the joy from the heart of the flower on the other side, and she also conveyed her happy feelings, but as for the memory, it was not involved at all.

Shifang recited Amitabha Buddha lightly, transported spiritual power, and said word by word the "Diamond Sutra" of the Buddha of the inner breaking: "You should have no place to live and give birth to your heart!" Since it is all vain, it is better to disperse. After speaking, the Demon Suppression Seal was slapped out with a palm.

With a flash of golden light, Huangquan Road returned to calm, still the void space full of flowers on the other side, but there was no other movement.

Shu Yan just wanted to express his dissatisfaction, but suddenly found that there was another change in front of him, the endless fiery road was actually disconnected, and they continued to walk forward, only then did they realize that the end of the flower on the other side was in front of them.

Behind him, there is still an endless blood-red color, but in front of him, there is a bluestone arch bridge about ten meters long, Shu Yan said with joy: "What a bridge? ”

Shifang nodded. His heart was also excited, but at a distance of just ten meters, he couldn't see through the fog on the other side, yes, that was where the legendary Meng Po was, and whether it was the acquisition of flowers on the other side or the hope of getting out of the netherworld, they were all tied to the other party.

"What are you doing, let's go?" Shu Yan pushed Shifang and said, seeing that he can get out of this world, what kind of stupidity is this little monk committing.

Shi Fang shook his head lightly and said, "This is a bridge, but we can't cross it." ”

"Why?" Shu Yan asked curiously.

"Please, use your brains, what is this place, what is the other side, we are living people, how can we reach the other side safely like other ghosts? This bridge was not intended for us. ”

"You can't walk on the bridge, but you can always walk in the air, right?" Without waiting for the ten parties to stop him, Shu Yan suddenly got up from the ground and flew towards the opposite bank.

As far as the eye could see, the black dress was getting farther and farther away, and it was gradually submerged in the thick fog on the other side. Could it really be that you can cross the Nai Ho Bridge in the air?

Before he could think about it, the black dress in the air on the other side flew back again, and Shifang hurriedly asked, "How is it, can I go over?" ”

Shu Yan's face was not good-looking, "You can fly over, but I don't know if it's over, there is fog all around, and there is no Meng Po predecessor you said at all, let alone any Sanshengshi and Wangxiangtai." ”

"It's not the right way to do it after all, but it's a good thing you didn't keep flying, otherwise you might have gotten lost in this netherworld." Shifang was afraid for a while.

"This girl is so smart, how can she not figure out such a simple truth?" said this, but Shu Yan's face turned pale. But she didn't care, but continued: "The bridge can't be crossed, and the sky can't work, so it's better for us to cross this Lethe River." ”

"No, the Lethe water is not buoyant, and it contains poison that can corrode the soul, don't look at the distance of more than ten meters, I'm afraid that as soon as you take a step, you will be pulled into it by the evil ghosts in the river, and then become one of them." Shifang shook his head again.

"You said that this is not good, that is not good, is it that we don't have the slightest chance to reach the other side, in that case, we should return to the city of Xudu, at least there, we still have a glimmer of hope." Shu Yan said in annoyance, but she didn't give up completely, but took out a piece of dead wood, attached her divine thoughts to it, and then threw it into the Lethe River.

Through the swirling ghost qi, Shu Yan found that the dead wood sank when it entered the water, and did not stir up the slightest wave, suddenly, her face changed, and the wisp of divine thought was instantly swallowed by the evil ghosts in the river, and even some evil ghosts struggled on the water, in vain trying to jump out and find the owner of the divine thought.

"Shifang, is there really no way at all? What about your seniors? Is there a way to reach her? Shu Yan can only pin his hopes on Shifang.

Shifang shook his head, and then smiled at Shu Yan, revealing two rows of white teeth, with his jet-black face, it was a little funny, Shu Yan was stunned when he saw his smile, and then secretly blamed himself, his cultivation in the Demon Pill period was actually not as good as a Demon Cultivator who had not yet become a Dan.

"Don't worry, although I'm not sure, I have a very strong premonition that Senior Meng Po will come to see us." Shifang comforted, yes, he did have such a feeling in his heart.

As soon as Shifang's voice fell, an ethereal and pleasant voice came: "Oh? The little monk is so confident, why are you so sure that I will come to see you? ”

Shi Fang's face changed, and then he calmed down, and he bowed and saluted: "Meng Po's predecessor, in the "Strange Record" left by the second master, he spoke highly of you, and he said that in his heart, you are the woman he admires the most. ”

"It's useless to say it nicely, you guessed right, I do have a way to get you back to where you came from, but if you want to cross this bridge, you have to rely on your own ability."

"Please give me advice." Shifang replied respectfully, and Shu Yan also bowed obediently on the side.

The eyes of the two suddenly changed, the fog on the opposite side instantly became clear, and behind them, on the fiery yellow spring road, one ghost after another came, they behaved differently, or hurried by, or stopped at the bridge to meditate, some were in tears, some were calm, and even more, a woman with tears on her face resolutely jumped off the bridge, threw herself into the blood-colored Lethe water, and then, under the torture of the poisonous water, still looked at the bridge deck.