At this point, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward, thinking that maybe I could find them in front of me.

When I looked up, there was a white expanse overhead, and I didn't know where the light source came from, and there was gray rock under my feet, and I remember learning in middle school geography class that it seemed to be a volcanic sedimentary rock.

I was anxious, the speed under my feet was naturally fast, at the beginning of the journey, you can still see the rock wall on both sides, running and running, I looked up at the sides again, I felt that there was nothing, how to describe the feeling at this time! It's as if you've suddenly entered another world where everything is unreasonable.

Everything here cannot be understood by common sense, it is not so much a real world as a dream.

In fact, I really suspected that this was a dream just now, just like when I was in the Guwang Temple of the 100,000 Mountains in Zhangjiajie, I even learned from the TV movie and pinched my thigh hard.

It hurts!

If you feel pain, it is not a dream.

Just as I was approaching the river, I suddenly felt that my feet had become softer, and when I looked down, I realized that I didn't know when, the ground under my feet had turned into black dirt.

Everything around you has changed, and it looks like the wet land on the Yellow River beach in late autumn and early winter – just lacking patches of reeds and startled wild birds.

I couldn't help but be shocked by what I saw, especially the rolling river.

Is this an underground river? Isn't the water supposed to be clear! The water of this river is earthy yellow, and as far as I know, in the whole land of China, only the water of the Yellow River is like this.

Look at this river again, you can't see the end at both ends, the river is more than 30 meters wide, it is indeed like our mother river.

But this can't be the Yellow River!

While pondering, I walked forward, looking at the big river, I first saw a blood-red dot, and when I looked closely, I saw that it was a small red flower, and in the middle was a road that seemed to be very compact, about three or five meters wide, about ten meters away from the big river, parallel to the big river.

Getting closer, I was attracted by the sea of flowers in front of me.

I've probably never seen this flower before, but when I look closely, I feel a sense of déjà vu.

The flowers are very small, the petals are curled backwards, the edges are wrinkled and wavy, the perianth tube is extremely short, the stamens and columella are prominent, the flower type is small, and the sea of flowers is not visible at a glance, and the whole place as far as the eye can see is only this plant.

Looking at the road in the middle of the flower, there are obvious traces of long-term treading on the road, in other words, there should be people walking on it often, but this is even more impossible.

You must know that this is an underground bronze gate, take 10,000 steps back, even if someone has come, it is like a rarity, how can you step on the road so solidly.

Everything is full of weirdness.

What the hell is going on?

As soon as I looked up, I jumped up in fright.

Not far to my left, a few people in dark colors walked by, and after being startled, I was first overjoyed, and instinctively thought that these people were old glasses.

I just wanted to shout, only to realize that something was wrong.

Although I can't see the appearance of these people, I can be sure that it is not a few of them by looking at the clothes, and the number is not right, the five old men with old glasses, plus Zhang Zhouting and them, a total of more than a dozen, but there are only six people who come at this time.

Looking at the walking posture of these six people, I was even more shocked by a cold sweat.

How can I describe it! Their arms hung down on their chests, their heads drooped, and the whole person seemed to be walking forward only by inertia, and they looked very strange.

I just watched them slowly walk towards me until I could see their faces, and the six of them never looked up once, always in a rhythm, like clockwork robots.

There were six people, four men and two women, three of the four men, one old and one young, and my eyesight shifted to the face of this "one young", which frightened me several steps back.

He had a hole in his forehead the size of an apricot kernel, and he was dressed in dark blue striped clothes—it looked like a prison uniform! 67

I immediately turned my attention to the other people, who were dressed "very high-class", like ancient landlords or landlords' wives.

That's not right!

This kind of clothes......

This looks like a shroud! Six people, one in prison uniform, the other five in shrouds...... Looking at their faces again, they were all earthy gray and expressionless.

Soon a few people came up to me, and I wanted to call them out and ask what was going on, but seeing them like this, I forced my words to my lips and swallowed them again.

These people are all "dead people......

Well?

The big yellow river?

A small flower with a red core?

A long road along the Yellow River Grand River?

And it's underground......

Could it be that this is the legendary Yellow Springs and Yellow Springs Road?

Are these blood-red flowers the flowers on the other side that are called the "flowers of death"?

Legend has it that after passing the ghost gate, there is a road called Huangquan Road, and the road is full of flowers that only see flowers, but do not see leaves.

The flowers and leaves are born and the two are not seen, the mutual memory and cherishment are lost forever, there is a river at the end of the road called the Lechuan River, and there is a bridge on the river called the Nai He Bridge. There is an earthen platform called Wangxiang Terrace after crossing the Nai He Bridge.

There is a pavilion called Meng Po Pavilion on the side of Wangxiang Terrace, and a woman named Meng Po is waiting there, handing a bowl of Meng Po soup to every passer-by. There is a stone by the Lechuan River called Sansheng Stone. Drinking Meng Po soup makes people forget everything. The Sansheng Stone records the past life, the present life, and the next life. Walk across the Nai He Bridge, take a last look at the world on the Wangxiang Terrace, and drink a cup of Lethe River water to boil this life.

Legend has it that people die first to the Ghost Gate, out of the Ghost Gate, through the Huangquan Road, to the Lethe River, is the Nai He Bridge. The bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the bottom layer is black.

The lower the level, the more dangerous it becomes, and it is full of lonely ghosts and ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. Those who do good deeds go up to the upper level, those who do good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go down to the lower level, and there is Meng Po on the bridge, and if you want to cross the bridge, you have to drink Meng Po soup, and if you don't drink Meng Po soup, you will cross the bridge of helplessness, and if you cross the bridge, you will not be reincarnated. Anyone who has drunk Meng Po soup will forget all the shackles of this life and this life, and enter the path of reincarnation without any worries and begin the reincarnation of the next life.

Meng Po soup is also known as forgetting love water or forgetting sorrows, and once you drink it, you will forget the past and present lives. A lifetime of love, hatred, and hatred, the ups and downs of a lifetime, all of which were forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup.

The people who are concerned in this life, and the people who are hated in this life, are like strangers in the next life, and they don't know each other. Everyone in the yang world has their own bowl here, and the Meng Po soup in the bowl is actually the tears shed by the living people in their lives.

When everyone is alive, they will cry: because of joy, because of sorrow, because of pain, because of hatred, because of sorrow, because of love. Meng Po collected their tears one by one, boiled them into soup, and when they left the world and walked on the bridge, let them drink them, forget their love and hatred when they were alive, clean up, and re-enter the six realms, or immortals, or Buddhas, or animals.

Not everyone will drink Meng Po soup willingly. Because in this life, there will always be people who have loved and don't want to forget. Meng Po will tell him: The tears you shed for her life have been boiled into this bowl of soup, and drinking it is drinking your love for her. The last memory in the eyes of the person who came was the love of his life, drinking the soup, the figure in his eyes slowly faded, and his eyes were as clear as a newborn baby.

In order to see the favorite of this life again in the next life, you can skip Meng Po soup, then you have to jump into the Lethe River and wait for thousands of years before you can be reincarnated. In the millennium, you may see the person you love most in this life walking on the bridge, but words cannot be communicated, you can see her, she can't see you.

In the millennium, you saw her walk across the bridge over and over again, and drank bowls and bowls of Meng Po soup, you hope that she will not drink Meng Po soup, and you are afraid that she will not be able to forget the suffering of thousands of years in the river.

After a thousand years, if the mind is not extinguished and can still remember the events of the previous life, you can re-enter the world and find the person you loved most in the previous life.

However, there is a piece of bluestone on the side of the bridge called Sansheng Stone, Sansheng Stone records everyone's past and present life, the words on the stone body are bright red as blood, and the top is engraved with four big characters "early on the other side".

Of course, everything is just a legend, but everything in front of you looks like the legendary Netherworld!

An idea popped up in my head: whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or even Western Christianity and Islam, there are descriptions of the underworld, but the names are different.

Some call it the underworld, some simply call it the underworld, and Western religions mostly call it hell.

In fact, it's all about a kind of place.