Cao Xiaoyang looked around again and found that this river seemed to be the Lechuan River, but the buildings behind him were very different from the Xudu City.

Although the city is a ghost town, due to the existence of many yin divisions and various decorations, it gives people a very prosperous feeling.

And although the architectural style of these buildings behind him is similar to that of Xudu City, it feels really lifeless.

Cao Xiaoyang walked along the path to the riverbank, only to see that the river was foggy, and he couldn't see the opposite bank from a distance.

In the mist, a man in a hat rowed a small boat slowly towards this side, the man was tall and burly, he was dressed in red and white cloth, and his left arm was directly exposed, and some black flowers were tattooed on his arm.

Soon the boat docked, the man took off the hat and slowly walked down from the boat, Cao Xiaoyang realized that he was a bald monk with a string of black Buddhist beads hanging on his chest.

On the way to the boat, he had bent down to pick a flower that grew in the water of the Lechuan River, and this flower looked exactly like the flower on the other side of the river, but its color was spotless and snow-white.

After the monk got off the boat, he greeted Cao Xiaoyang with a smile. "Hello donor. ”

Cao Xiaoyang saw that he had a kind face, so he also responded to him with a smile.

At this time, the monk pointed to the blood-red flowers on the bank of the river and asked Cao Xiaoyang, "Does the donor know the name of this flower?"

Since the last time he went to Xudu, Cao Xiaoyang had already been tired of seeing this flower, and he didn't feel strange at the moment, so he said without thinking: "The other side of the flower." ”

The monk smiled and shook his head. "Not true. ”

Cao Xiaoyang was a little blindsided for a while, weren't they the flowers on the other side? Or were these flowers different from the ones he had seen outside the city before?

So Cao Xiaoyang bent down to pick one, took it to the front and looked at it carefully, and found that it was no different from the flower on the other side he had seen before, the petals that were enchanting like the fingers of a beauty were exactly the same as the flower on the other side.

"I'm lonely, Master, tell me what the name of this flower is. ”

The monk said slowly, "Manzhu Sahua. ”

When Cao Xiaoyang heard this, he gradually remembered that Bai Ying had told him before that the other side flower was indeed known as Manzhu Sahua.

So he smiled and nodded, and then the monk handed the white flower in his hand to Cao Xiaoyang.

"Do you know what the name of this flower is?"

Cao Xiaoyang thought to himself that this flower looks exactly the same as Manzhu Sahua, but the color is different, and the name should not change, so he said: "Manzhu Sahua." ”

At this time, the monk shook his head again. "No, it's called Mandala Hua. ”

Cao Xiaoyang was a little puzzled for a while. "Just because the color is different, the name changes?"

At this time, the monk did not answer him immediately, but cut his palm with his fingernail, and then dropped a drop of blood on the mandala flower in his hand, just a drop of blood, and the snow-white mandala flower instantly turned blood red.

Cao Xiaoyang saw clearly, it was not the blood that dyed the flower red, but the petals that turned red the moment they touched the blood.

At this time, I saw the monk put the red flower in his hand into the red river water and soaked it, and soon the flower returned to its previous snow white.

At this time, the monk said: "There is no Manzhu Sawa in the world, and there is no flower on the other side. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, all the flowers on the other side of the river turned white, and the original blood-red hue of the Lechuan River suddenly turned a miserable white, and the bright red river water became more eye-catching because of these white backgrounds.

Cao Xiaoyang was surprised by the scene in front of him, and his body unconsciously took a few steps back, and at this moment he noticed that there was a strange pattern printed on the monk's right head, a word "Sui" wrapped in flowers on the other side, which was the mark of the Yin Seal.

"You ......"

Cao Xiaoyang had just reacted, when the monk had already grabbed him by the neck, and then took him to the boat, and then rowed with his left hand and led him to the middle of the Lechuan River.

Cao Xiaoyang has only been on the bank of the river, and has never entered the mist in the river, and at this moment, if he takes a closer look, it turns out that there are many of those flowers in the Lechuan River, and at this moment he no longer knows whether to call it the other side flower, Manzhu Sawa Hua or Mandala Hua.

Then the monk grabbed him by the neck and asked, "What do you remember now? Why did these flowers turn red back then? Why did Lethe turn bloody?"

Cao Xiaoyang was so pinched by him that he couldn't breathe, and at the moment he was just frantically beating the monk and pinching his arm, and he couldn't understand what the monk was talking crazy about.

He shouted angrily, "I remember that your grandmother was kicked and broke her leg by your grandfather!"

In the face of Cao Xiaoyang's abuse, the monk didn't seem to be angry at all, and then he frowned, and his expression became melancholy.

"You really can't think of anything?On the banks of the Lethe River, Mandala Hua, Emperor Xudu, blood-stained Styx!"

As he spoke, the monk's emotions became more and more excited, and at the same time, he pinched Cao Xiaoyang's hand more and more hard, Cao Xiaoyang felt that his neck seemed to be about to break, and the pain at this time was simply indescribable.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Charter, what's wrong with you, wake up!"

Cao Xiaoyang opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was lying on the cold stone floor in the front yard of the temple, his clothes were already soaked with sweat at this moment, and the night wind blew and was cold to the bone.

Cao Xiaoyang sat up from the ground trembling, and said to Bai Xiaoyan, who looked worried next to him: "It's okay, I had a nightmare." ”

Bai Xiaoyan sighed and said, "Chartered man, I see that you are not only having nightmares, but also sleepwalking. ”

Cao Xiaoyang noticed that he was in the temple when he slept just now, but now he came to the front yard.

He smiled a little awkwardly. "I don't know when I got this weird problem. ”

At this time, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and at one o'clock in the morning, he had only slept for three hours.

Bai Xiaoyan asked him, "Have you rested well, why don't we go on the road now?"

Because of the continuous rush in the past few days, Cao Xiaoyang basically didn't have a good rest, and now that he has arrived in Wushan, he wanted to sleep well and then go to Tang Wenwen, but this time he woke up and seemed to be more tired.

He yawned and said to Bai Xiaoyan: "No, no, no, I have to sleep for a while, otherwise the bones on this body will fall apart." ”

As he spoke, he slowly walked into the temple, looking at the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods enshrined inside, Cao Xiaoyang's heart unconsciously produced a kind of fear, if he was an ordinary person, he would definitely not dare to spend the night in this kind of place, but Cao Xiaoyang already had a ghost by his side, and he was also a ghost emperor, so he had nothing to fear.

Just when he was about to dream again, he suddenly noticed that there was a statue on the right wall that was a little strange, the guy was wearing a red and white robe, with a string of black Buddha beads, and some black flowers tattooed on his shoulders, wasn't this the monk he saw in the dream just now!

At this time, Cao Xiaoyang suddenly woke up, slowly walked in front of the statue, and looked at it carefully.

I saw that this guy's body was burly, with a heroic face, which was very different from the deliberately ugly yin image next to him, and this image was almost no different from the living body he saw in his dream.

At this time, Cao Xiaoyang hurriedly pulled Bai Xiaoyan to his side and asked, "Old Bai, you are well-informed, do you recognize what kind of yin this guy is?"

Bai Xiaoyan carefully examined the statue of this monk for a long time, and finally shook his head and said: "As long as the name of this Yin Si of the underworld can be called, I should recognize it, but I have never seen this guy." ”

"You mean he's not a Yin Si at all?"

Bai Xiaoyan nodded, Cao Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that all the people enshrined in this temple were the Yin Si of the underworld, why did this guy appear here? This is exactly what stands out from the crowd.

Remembering that he was almost strangled to death by this monk in a dream just now, Cao Xiaoyang felt a little angry when he looked at this statue a few more times, and then said to himself: "Dead monk, make your own statue so handsome, but make other people's so ugly, your skin is really thick enough." ”

As soon as his words fell, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of the monk statue in front of him, this smile almost didn't scare Cao Xiaoyang's soul away, and before he could react, the statue had already twisted its head, stretched its muscles, and then walked down from the statue's platform.