The night was densely smashed into the last trace of sunset, and large black swaths of ink splashed fell to envelop the sky and the earth, and the clear light emitted by the bright moon suspended in the sky was faintly projected at night.

The sporadic lights on the Lechuan River floated from upstream to downstream, Xinghe picked up the bamboo pole from the river side to pull the lantern in the river according to the custom, it took a while, and the last river lantern was placed on the riverbank, Xinghe took a light breath, and dropped the bamboo pole in his hand aside.

Xinghe took out all the notes in the river lantern, and these notes were written by the living to the undead, either missing, praying, or expressing reluctance.

"These people are really boring, people are dead, what's the point of writing these things, even if you write about the undead, you can't see it, as long as you pass through this Lethe River, all the undead will be trapped in the pure spirit flower, and the memories of life will only be used as fertilizer for flowers, and they will be consumed little by little" Xinghe spread out the note in his hand and shook his head

After all the notes were read, Xinghe straightened his palm, placed the note in the palm of his hand, and instantly turned into flames and disappeared.

Looking at the ashes in his hand, Xinghe groaned for a while, sighed and said, "Alas, a lamp is also a thought of a living person, being born is the most depressed, not only suffering from birth, old age, sickness and death, but also trapped by love, fortunately, I don't have such troubles" said in a relaxed tone.

Turning his head to look at the vast sea of flowers, the white flowers are more clear and enchanting under the clear light of the moonlight, as if to say to these flowers, "Life is also happy, death is not painful, but it is bitter for your relatives, after all, the living have to carry painful memories to live, and every frame of memory is a painful superposition." ”

In the sea of decaying flowers, the galaxy has merged with the color of the flower and the moonlight.

The night was too quiet.

The earth leached out a trace of chill from the bewitching white.

A hint of excitement flashed in the corner of Xinghe's eyes, and he took out a jade flute from his waist, emitting a crystal green light in the moonlight.

After playing with it for a while, the jade flute turned into a jade rope with soft fingers and was inserted diagonally around the waist.

Xinghe leaned over and used his hands to knock off the dew on the branches and leaves of the white petals, and gently stroked the white phantom between the leaves.

"It's past the first seven, look at you like this, you should have almost been purified, since it has become clean, this girl will take you on the road" Xinghe took off the jade rope and tapped it towards the flower, and in an instant, more than a dozen white phantoms were locked in the jade rope.

Xinghe Zhan looked over, watching the white phantom between the leaves fully entrapped by the jade rope, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'm going to send you to the underworld, so that you can die as soon as possible, that guy in Xiangbei always looks down on me, this time I want him to see, it's not just that guy who can send these cleansed undead to the underworld, what he can do, this girl can too" A hint of cunning flashed in the corner of Xinghe's eyes.

These white phantoms are already ruthless, desireless, joyless, loveless, joyless, sad, and painless clean souls, and in the first seven days of death, the souls of the dead will be trapped in this pure spirit flower, and all the love, hatred, hatred, or bad karma in life will be eaten away by the pure spirit flower in these seven days.

Xinghe held the jade rope in his hand, wanting to disappear into the clear green of the moonlight and the sea of white flowers.

"Girl, dare to ask where this place is, why is the slave family here?" The silence of the night was shattered by this gentle and timid voice, which was the beautiful sound of the jade plate.

Xinghe turned around and looked carefully at the woman who made the voice here, and was a little suspicious, "The other undead have crossed the Lechuan River and entered this mandolin, and they will directly "cleanse" themselves in the pure spirit flower, but why can this woman break through the enchantment and stay like this?"

"Girl..."

Xinghe looked at the slightly moving mouth of the woman in front of him

"This is the Mantuo Ridge on the bank of the Lethe River, where the first seven undead stay, but why did you break through the barrier and stay outside the Pure Spirit Flower?" Xinghe looked at this wisp of soul with doubt.

"The slave is already dead? The slave family doesn't believe it, Saburo, Saburo, Saburo..."

There was silence all around, and no one responded.

The soul went from initial shock to hysterical shouting.

Looking at this wisp of soul, there was a bone-chilling despair in his eyes.

Xinghe saw that her face was not as pale as other revenants, her face was slightly powdered, and her temples were beautiful, compared to it, the pure spirit flower under the moonlight was slightly less colorful, and the tears on her face were like pear blossoms with rain, which was pitiful.

"Are you Yang Yuhuan?" Xinghe took out the soul book he had with him to find the list of newly arrived souls.

The soul was silent, Xinghe glanced at her a few more times, and saw that she was even wearing a red neon dress, which felt a little strange in the vast white demon.

"Yang Yuhuan, your yang life is not over, and you have twenty-three years of yang life, why did you break into my Mantuo Ridge for no reason?" Xinghe asked.

Yang Yuhuan's undead came out of Mantuoling, and his soul was still in human form, and it would only turn into a white phantom after the "purification" of the Pure Spirit Flower.

"San Lang he, San Lang why did he do this, he said that we want to grow old together, this is the oath we made together" Yang Yuhuan became more and more sad.

"Your yang life is not over, I can let you go back, you go back to the yang world, I will open a yang pass road for you"

"Go back? Where can I go back..."! Yang Yuhuan smiled bitterly, sadness came from it.

Yang Yuhuan looked at his slowly stretched palm, dripping a bloody tear and blurring in the palm of his hand.

Xinghe looked at Yang Yuhuan's palm, which was still in the shape of a human, and suddenly felt shocked, the two palms were already blurred with flesh and blood, and the ten fingers were connected to the heart, although he didn't feel it as a dead soul, but what an unforgettable pain it should have been before he died.

"Your hands?" Xinghe asked cautiously.

"My hand..."Yang Yuhuan's heart was sour, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Xinghe couldn't bear to ask any more, and tapped Yang Yuhuan's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint with his hand, seeing the last scene of her life.

At the foot of Ma Wei Slope, the An Lushan rebels were like a bamboo, approaching.

In a dilapidated house, a man dressed in gorgeous clothes was imposing, and the person standing next to him was graceful and luxurious, dressed in red neon clothes.

That man is the San Lang in the woman's mouth - Emperor Xuanzong, and the person kneeling in front of Tang Xuanzong has a bit of fairy style, and he does not eat the fireworks in the world.

"Niangniang, this is just a temporary plan for the golden cicada to get out of its shell, and the pill in my hand is just a temporary suppression of breathing, pulse, and heartbeat, just like everything hibernates, and it will wake up after seven seven and forty-nine days" The Taoist who was kneeling on the ground spoke

"Yuhuan, I won't let you do this, you are my concubine, I want to be with you for the rest of my life" Tang Xuanzong said sadly

"Your Majesty, as long as you take the old elixir, the concubine will be like falling asleep, there will be no pain, and the hair and skin of the body will not be damaged in the slightest."

Colliers stumbled through the door

"Your Majesty, Chen Xuanli said that he wanted the head of the concubine before he was willing to send troops" Gao Lishi held Yang Guozhong's head with a wooden plate and knelt beside the man.

Tang Xuanzong smashed the head on the plate to the ground, "Presumptuous, I am the son of the Tang Dynasty, the lord of a country, those chaotic ministers and thieves simply don't take me seriously." ”

Yang Yuhuan saw the heads of people rolling on the ground, and he couldn't cry anymore, "Brother, brother..."

"San Lang, the concubine and the elder brother have always been loyal, the sun and the moon can be expressed, but now they are slandered and persecuted by those chaotic ministers and thieves, the concubine is willing to prove her innocence, please San Lang give Bai Aya Sanzhang, let the concubine follow the brother."

"Concubine, if I could, I would rather take my head out than allow them to hurt you half a point, but we made an oath that we would never be separated." Tang Xuanzong comforted Yang Yuhuan.

"Your Majesty, let the concubine take the old Taoist elixir, even if the gods come, they can't see the slightest flaw, if they want to save the mother, this is the only strategy" The Taoist said

Tang Xuanzong wiped away Yang Yuhuan's tears, and it was difficult to make a decision in his heart.

"San Lang, don't be afraid, this is just a sleep, I will grow old with you", Yang Yuhuan knew that this was the coming of death, she was not afraid of death, she was only afraid that she could no longer love her San Lang.

Yang Yuhuan took the pill from Lao Dao's hand and swallowed it in his mouth.

The world was suddenly silent, and she could no longer hear any of the cacophony of the red dust.

When she woke up, it was pitch black and cold in the sarcophagus, and she screamed desperately, trying to make her Saburo hear.

The sarcophagus was nailed to death, even though Yang Yuhuan's hands were blurred with flesh and blood, he still didn't open the sarcophagus to see her San Lang, and he couldn't hear San Lang's confession anymore.

"Do you hate him?" Xinghe hesitated.

"When I woke up in the sarcophagus after taking the pill, I hated him. When I took that pill, I already expected that I would die, and that old Taoist said that I would wake up, and I would also think that he and Saburo had told me a beautiful lie, and I was willing to use my life to fulfill him. It's just that why did I die in the sarcophagus a second time, the moment the sarcophagus was nailed, our vows were broken, and my heart was dead. ”

Xinghe could see that Yang Yuhuan was no longer as sad as when he first met, and his eyes had been put down.

"If you want to go back to the Yang world, I can open the crucified sarcophagus, and after you go back, you don't have to go back to Chang'an City, you can choose to go to another place and start over."

"That's it, that's it, when I was born, I only longed to embrace all the love of San Lang, since the oath has been extinguished, and all kinds of past marriages have been over, there is no need to go back to increase the vanity" Yang Yuhuan was already relieved.

"Have you really put it down? Don't want the twenty-three years of longevity? "Xinghe is Yang Yuhuan, but it is a pity that the twenty-three years of Yangshou, after all, the souls I saw in this Mantuoling are crying and grabbing the earth, wanting to return to the Yangshi and renew the relationship with their relatives.

"Even if you let go of the past, after coming here, you will also suffer from reincarnation."

"I can't get rid of the suffering of samsara, I also want my next life to be free and happy, this life is trapped by love, and in the next life, I can be free and free to love." Yang Yuhuan said

Xinghe saw that Yang Yuhuan's eyes were shining, and he was hiding the entire galaxy.