The flowers on the other side bloom on the bank of the Lechuan River, and if you want to find the flowers on the other side, you must first find the Lechuan River.

But the Lechuan River is on the way to the Yidian Yama Mountain, isolating the two worlds of yin and yang, the Lechuan River has become an insurmountable chasm, there is only one bridge on the Lethe River, there is a person on the bridge, the name is Meng Po, who comes from the sun, must drink the Meng Po soup, forget the past life and this life, otherwise they will be thrown into the Lethe River, suffer from the erosion of the Lethe River.

Legend has it that the water of the Lechuan River is the seven emotions and six desires left by the person who drank the Meng Po soup, and the suffering and emotional injuries experienced in the previous life are gathered together under the effect of the Meng Po soup to form resentment, and these resentments are diluted by the passage of time.

That is to say, when the bridge is dry, there will be no suffering in the world, but this kind of thing, whether it is for mortals or immortals, is just a good wish.

Walking on the road covered with black sand and gravel, Fang Youren's heart was mixed, and he didn't know the good luck and evil of the road ahead, this feeling of uncertainty made him feel very uneasy, almost everything in the past few days made him feel that there was an invisible big hand controlling everything.

The Wumei Dao people, the Ice and Snow Maze, the Three Venerables of the Demon Realm, and now the Heavenly Realm, all of these seem to be so chaotic, and behind the chaos is full of a terrible law.

The inexplicable grievances between the immortals and gods in the heavenly realm, the grievances between the ice and snow maze and the demon realm, where is the once powerful earth immortal clan, and where have the ten halls of Yama in the underworld gone.

Thinking of this Fang friend, he began to worry again, the ten halls of the Yama King did not see any of them, and the flowers on the other side that once bloomed on the banks of the Lechuan River are still there, and it is still a problem that has to worry Fang You.

Whether the Lechuan River has dried up now, whether the bridge has collapsed, whether Meng Po is still at the head of the bridge, the question of the Ten Halls of Yama King is like a fuse, making Fang Youren's thoughts like an explosion at this moment, and they continue to think about it.

Fang Youren was not an indecisive person, nor was he a person who was easy to think too much, otherwise his fame back then would not have resounded in the Three Realms, but no one was disgusted with him, but his current situation made him have to think about it more.

There were thousands of thoughts in my heart, and before I knew it, Fang Youren had already walked to a stone tablet on foot, and looked up at the Internet, and there were four big characters written on the stone tablet: "Qin Guangwang Palace."

The words on the stele made someone stunned, turned his head and looked at the road carefully, and then suddenly realized: "A hall of Yama Mountain, it is really a place to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, I hope the flowers on the other side are still there."

For Fang Youren, the stone tablet in front of him was the greatest luck in the more than a year that he had come out of the Zhenxian Wall, and it was also the only thing that made him feel lucky.

On the stone tablet dozens of zhang high, there are four big characters written on the front and back of the palace of King Qin Guang.

The ground is full of black sand and stones, but there is no obvious road, there is no road in the world, and there are many people before there is a road, where there are still people in the underworld in front of them, and many evil spirits are just souls that walk without feet.

In the direction of the impression, Fang Youren walked a long way, there was no day and night in the underworld, only boundless darkness and gloom, and the road he walked was quickly blown away by a gust of intermittent wind, leaving not a single footprint behind him.

An ancient immortal like Fang Youren, facing the familiar and unfamiliar Qin Guangwang Palace, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.

Walking and walking, suddenly Fang Youren noticed a trace of something wrong, the original yin wind that could still be felt from time to time, but at this moment it completely disappeared, turned back and glanced behind him, a gloomy darkness shrouded in gray ominousness, and then turned his head to look in front of him, but found that the gloom was much less, replaced by an indescribable tranquility, tranquility is not as uncomfortable as that, but a little relaxed.

The further I went, the more the darkness in front of me made people feel calm, and unconsciously Fang Youren's hanging heart was also put down, a huge ravine about a hundred zhang wide blocked the way, looking at the other side, the place where the divine sense could reach was still a desolation.

The ravine was about to be bottomless, so Fang Youren walked all the way down the edge of the ravine, and he also had a little more guess in his heart, just wanting to apply.

The whole ravine seemed to be out of sight, and the road traveled was even longer than the previous walk of Fang Friend, and I don't know how long it took for a bridge across the two sides of the ravine to appear in the divine consciousness.

Fang Youren unconsciously quickened his pace, there was a table on the bridge, and there was a woman sitting in front of the table, who looked about thirty years old, not pretty, but definitely rare, with waist-length hair, dressed in sackcloth, very simple, there was an urn on the table, and a bowl was placed next to it, and the bowl was empty.

The woman sat in the middle of the bridge, lying on the bridge with her back to Fang Youren, as if looking at something under the bridge.

Until Fang Youren came closer, the woman didn't notice anyone approaching, and was still lying there motionless.

"Dare to ask what is the bridge here?" Although there was speculation about this in his heart, Fang Youren still hoped to be denied.

The woman was startled when she heard Fang Youren's words, came back to her senses in a trance, turned her head to look at Fang Youren, and the two glanced at each other, both of them with shocked faces.

Fang Youren was surprised by the woman's appearance, Meng Po seemed to be a little different from what she remembered, there were more holes in her eyes, this kind of emptiness was as confused as if she had lost her direction, and she seemed to be as calm as seeing through the red dust.

The woman's surprise was because of the arrival of Fang Youren, and she subconsciously muttered to herself: "Fang Youren..."

Seeing that the other party called out his name, Fang Youren was not surprised, and arched his hand and said: "Exactly, dare to ask Meng Po, why did the Lechuan River become like it is today?"

Meng Po looked back at the bridge and smiled: "I don't know, it's been a long time, it's been so long that I can't remember clearly, it's been a long time since anyone came."

Fang Youren was surprised in his heart, Rao is the king of the ten halls of Yama is missing, but the law of reincarnation in the world is still there, even if no one is in charge, this is also the only place to go from the world to the underworld, no one has been here for a long time, and it doesn't look like Meng Po is lying, so can it be said that the changes in the underworld make people not pass through the Nai He Bridge after death? Obviously, this is too challenging for Fang You's thoughts.

"Fang Shangxian, why did you come to me? This place is isolated from heaven and earth, what does the immortal want to know from me? ”

Meng Po looked at Fang Youren's eyes with a light that could see through people's hearts, which shocked Fang Youren who was looking at her, and then smiled self-deprecatingly and sat cross-legged on the ground.

After a long time, Fang Youcai, who almost forgot about Xiaoqing, asked leisurely: "I once heard the master say that the Lechuan River is dry, there is no suffering and no sorrow in the world, and now it seems to be dry, dare to ask Meng Po Is there really no suffering and no sorrow in the world?"