In the thick of the night, Xia Qing and the old shopkeeper continued to move forward.

Along the way, the two encountered a lot of monsters, lonely ghosts, and strange things. The old shopkeeper has long been surprised, and Xia Qing has slowly gotten used to it.

The farther away from Bijia Mountain, the thicker the poisonous fog became, and the two slowly reached the depths of Wuzhou, and the old shopkeeper gradually became cautious and walked in front to explore the way.

Xia Qing was interested, and cautiously followed behind the old shopkeeper, asking less and looking more.

After continuing to walk for half an hour, the two came to a misty river valley, and the old shopkeeper was about to go around from the side, but Xia Qing suddenly stopped.

"Qing'er, what's wrong?" the old shopkeeper turned around.

"Old man, I seem to ...... , as if he heard his mother's call!" Xia Qing hesitated a little, and vaguely sensed a unique wave of power, which gave him a kind feeling.

The old shopkeeper was obviously a little unconvinced, "Really?"

"Really, it's really a mother's breath!"

Xia Qing nodded, lowered his head and took out the Tianhai Stone Jade Pendant hanging around his neck, "Look, the jade pendant is hot, and I must have sensed my mother's breath as well!"

Xia Qing's eyes were hot, and his heart was excited.

Over the years, he had felt this fluctuation of power countless times in the inn, and it was this fluctuation that led him on the path of finding his mother, and he became more and more sure that he was not far from her.

The old shopkeeper frowned, as if he had some difficulty.

Xia Qing was a little anxious, "Old man, don't you believe it?"

"No, I believe it, but do you know that there is ...... ahead" The old shopkeeper was reluctant to move, as if the valley ahead was some forbidden place, or something he had scruples about.

The unique power fluctuations are even stronger, and the tide hits like a tidal wave.

Xia Qing's heart trembled, as if he heard his mother's urgent call, hesitated for a moment, and resolutely strode up, "Old shopkeeper, you wait for me here, I'll come back when I go to explore the way." Perhaps, the Great Happy Valley is ahead!"

Suddenly, sensing her mother's breath, Xia Qing really couldn't hold it back. Regardless of whether the Great Happy Valley is in front of him or not, he has to explore it, and it is his lifelong wish to find his mother.

"Wait!

The old shopkeeper grabbed Xia Qing's shoulder, his face was solemn, "Qing'er, according to common sense, it is unlikely that the Great Happy Valley is in front, do you know what is ahead?"

"I don't know!"

Xia Qing was very direct and said: "I don't know if the Great Happy Valley is in front of me, and I don't even know if my mother is in the Great Happy Valley, I only know that my mother's breath is ahead, I must find her!"

"Even at all costs?" asked the old shopkeeper.

"Yes, do whatever it takes!" Xia Qing nodded.

"Well, then go and follow me. Remember, don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. The old shopkeeper advised, his face became more solemn, and he walked forward slowly.

Xia Qing nodded and cautiously followed behind, wondering what the hell this was.

The fog became thicker, and after not going far, Xia Qing found that he had come to a pier. There is a stone tablet standing on the pier, on which are engraved the three words 'Netherworld', and the wind is gusting.

"The Netherworld?"

Xia Qing muttered, his intuition told him that this was not a good place. I vaguely remember that I seem to have seen something in a Buddhist scripture, and I don't know if it has anything to do with this bardo.

"That's right, it's the legendary netherworld, and most of the people who live in it are people who are not dead, who are not humans or ghosts. The old shopkeeper explained, his voice low, "Qing'er, are you sure you want to go in? If you enter the Netherworld, if you don't exit before dawn in time, you may never be able to get out, and you will also become a person who is not dying!"

The old shopkeeper's face was solemn, and he seemed to be very scruples about the netherworld. After all, it's not a ruin or a forbidden place to go, but a world that's completely different from the human world.

"Sure!" Xia Qing nodded resolutely and let go.

The old shopkeeper didn't say anything anymore, and Yun Gong forced out a drop of natal essence blood from the middle finger of his right hand, and carefully dripped it on the stone tablet. Suddenly, the blue light of the stele flashed, and many strange runes appeared, and an incense burner floated on the ground, with a sandalwood stick inserted on it. The old shopkeeper slowly exhaled a cloudy breath, his face was a little tired, and he looked a lot older, and then the old shopkeeper stepped forward and bent down to light the sandalwood.

Xia Qing's eyes widened, he didn't know what the old shopkeeper was doing, his mouth moved and wanted to ask, and then he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, looking more and asking less.

The sandalwood burned very slowly, the old shopkeeper waited silently, and Xia Qing didn't dare to speak. From the moment he lit the sandalwood, he felt an indescribable change in the atmosphere around him, the fog became thicker, tumbling up and down like waves on the sea, and an unsettling smell rippled in the air. There was a gurgling sound of running water in my ears, and the Luoshui River was on the side, but I couldn't see where it was.

The two waited silently, and they didn't know how long they waited, when a yin wind hit them, and an ethereal voice came from a distance in the fog, "Who is it that is summoning the Nether Ferry?"

"It's us. The old shopkeeper replied.

Gradually a canopy boat appeared in the fog, and in the stern sat an old boatman, gray from head to toe, dressed in a wide gray robe.

The air was colder, the wind was gusting, the canopy boat was getting closer, and the old boatman's voice was cold, "Where did it come from?"

"Beacon Hill. "The old shopkeeper is very polite, and there is no shelf of a state pastor at all.

"What are you doing in the Netherworld?" the old boatman asked again, his voice was cold, and his gaze was cold, the kind of coldness that did not have any human emotional fluctuations.

The old shopkeeper replied, "Find someone." ”

The old boatman didn't ask anything more, parked the canopy by the river, opened his right hand, and said, "Bring it." ”

The old shopkeeper took out a copper plate at some point, and with a flick of his fingers, it landed on the palm of the old boatman, and the wind became even stronger. Xia Qing glanced at it and found that this copper plate was very strange, with a hole in the middle, engraved with the word 'Jizo', which was completely different from the copper coins circulating on the market. If you look closely, you can also sense a unique aura from this copper plate, which is obviously a copper plate, but it is full of vitality and seems to contain a powerful life.

"Yes, get on board. ”

The old boatman carefully took the copper coin into his bosom, as if he was afraid of losing it.

"Qing'er, let's go!" the old shopkeeper flew down to the deck.

Xia Qing followed, his body soared into the air, and when he was about to land on the deck, a sudden yin wind struck and blew him back to the shore. The old boatman was expressionless, and said coldly: "A copper plate can only be used by one person." ”

Xia Qing was shocked, blown by the yin wind just now, he felt cold from head to toe, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't see through the old boatman's cultivation at all.

The old shopkeeper was also surprised, "Boat family, can't we go together?"

"It used to work, but now it can't. The old boatman said coldly.

"Hehe, really not?" the old shopkeeper smiled, smiling kindly, "The old man's eyes are useless, boatman, don't bully the old blind old man." ”

"No, it just doesn't. The boatman refused.

"Is it really okay to be accommodating?" asked the old shopkeeper again.

"No, I can't. ”

The boatman continued to refuse, cold and cold, there was no room for accommodation, and the yin qi was pressing.

"Hehe, the netherworld is getting more and more amazing among you. ”

The old shopkeeper smiled and rolled his eyes. The old boatman didn't react, but Xia Qing secretly screamed that it was not good, knowing that the old shopkeeper was really angry, and he rolled his eyes every time he wanted to go crazy.