Located in the east, the Artemisia Mountains have four distinct seasons, with hot summers and cold ice-like winters. All the way from Qilian Mountain, I have seen the scenery of spring, summer and autumn.

As soon as I entered Tai'an, my body was always covered with a layer of water vapor, and I couldn't feel comfortable with stickiness.

In addition, it was a hot summer, and I had just left a place with a pleasant climate like Qilian Mountain, and I felt restless. People are also lazy and always can't lift their spirits.

Yi Qingchen and I walked all the way to the foot of Mount Tai, he was a little tired, and found a tea shed to settle down.

I was so hot and sweaty that my light clothes clung to my body. But the shopkeeper of the tea shed was dressed in a fox fur, carried a pot of tea, and poured it into our cups.

Yi Qingchen said: "The black tea in western Yunnan here is the best." ”

Tai'an is far away from western Yunnan, and when I was curious, Yi Qingchen fixed on the cold Haoli Mountain not far away.

I sipped my tea and called the shopkeeper over, "Have you ever heard of the Santu River on the Haoli Mountain?" ”

When the shopkeeper heard the three words Artemisia Lishan, his face changed greatly, and the smile on his face condensed into a frost.

"The girl is young and doesn't know the taboo of Artemisia Mountain, you go to the city and ask how many people dare to go up Artemisia Mountain." The shopkeeper looked at Haoli Mountain, his eyes were full of awe, "That is a famous ghost domain in Tai'an, if you two come to Tai'an to travel, it is better to go to Mount Tai to have a look!" ”

At the mention of Artemisia Mountain, the shopkeeper felt that bad luck left our desk and snorted several times.

Yi Qingchen drank all the tea in the cup, put the teacup along the table, got up decisively, and said, "Let's go!" ”

I also drank all the tea, and suddenly felt refreshed and conscious.

Yi Qingchen put down the three cloth coins and ran towards Artemisia Mountain like a blazing sun.

I kept up quickly, like the wind under my feet, and in a short moment I had caught up with Yi Qingchen.

"That shopkeeper just now is not simple!" Yi Qingchen said this sentence without a head or a brain.

Yunxi is thousands of miles away in Tai'an, but the black tea there has entered our stomachs, and the shopkeeper of the tea shed is certainly not simple.

Yi Qingchen said: "We have come here all the way and feel that Tai'an is unbearable, most of the people in the city are shirtless, but this tea shack owner is wearing a fox fur like the middle of winter." ”

He tapped me a little, and I immediately became transparent, "That shopkeeper is a demon clan?" ”

"It's still a demon clan whose cultivation is not low. The scorching day can also resist the heat and send this pot of black tea from western Yunnan. ”

He smiled, and I understood what he meant was someone helping us.

I have an immediate and huge feeling in my heart that the person who has protected us all the way here is a tengu.

Talking with Yi Qingchen, he came to the foot of Artemisia Mountain in a blink of an eye. The chilly chill here seeped into the air, and I had to put on a fox coat when it was cold.

I shuddered, "Uncle Qingchen, why is it so cold here?" ”

Yi Qingchen was still dressed in white, and he used his spiritual power to resist the cold wind, "The shopkeeper is right in one sentence, Artemisia Mountain is a ghost domain. It is the ferry of the underworld. ”

Under the mountain gate, there are two statues of gods on the left and right sides of the stone road. The two statues are fierce and vicious, different from the gods they usually see.

I was terrified, and clutched at Yi Qingchen's sleeve.

Further up, along the stone staircase from the bottom to the top are the stone statues of the Lord of the Yin and the Underworld.

Each of them raised their eyebrows and looked angrily, as if they wanted to eat people.

Yi Qingchen frowned, people, gods and demons were not allowed to set foot in the ghost realm, and this was also the first time he came to the ferry of the underworld.

The narrow road winds and turns, and for a while in the dense forest, the locust trees growing here reveal the unique chill of the ghost domain. Once on the cliffs where there is no grass, we have to stick to the rocks to continue walking.

I've always been next to Yi Qingchen, and I can't remember those rules when I'm in the ghost realm.

A thin layer of sweat broke out in my palms, and I was already nervous to the extreme. Shortness of breath and a faster and faster heartbeat.

Suddenly it opened up, and the flat avenue led directly to the sound of water at the top of the mountain.

I ran a few steps, staring at the mountain spring in front of me, and was about to scream out to vent all the fear accumulated at the bottom of the mountain, but Yi Qingchen covered my mouth and dragged me into the forest.

"Shhhh Cover your ears. "He lay in my ear, and his voice was as small as a mosquito.

I covered my ears, and he covered his ears too.

A group of people flew in the distance, led by a young man, holding a copper bell in his hand and shaking it every half minute.

The group swept over the flowers, their skin scratching the thorny flowers, as if they didn't know the pain and followed the bell.

The young man's face was snow-white, his eyebrows were like taking off two strings of moon on his face, and his eyes were coldly focused on the Santu River not far away. He disregarded life and death, as if he did not take the world into account.

The boy had a chill on his body, and the cold and rotten smell on his body had already crawled down the ground when he approached the Santu River.

He jumped onto the ferry boat by the Santu River, and with a wave of the bell in his hand, dozens of souls behind him also jumped on it.

I held my breath and waited for the young man's ferry to go away.

The soul bell is used to capture souls, and the copper bell in Yincha's hand is used to attract souls. Guide people, gods, and demons to the ferry boat of the Santu River and into the underworld where there is no light of day.

Yi Qingchen waited for a while, and only walked out of the woods when his ears could not hear the distant brass bells.

I followed. The blue waves ripple lightly, and the water surface is slightly undulating. The craggy strange rocks, the strange peaks listed, and the abrupt stones do not grow a tree, and not a single grass grows. It seems that there is life everywhere, but here is death.

Yi Qingchen conjured out a hemp rope and tied the bottle body and slowly sent it into the Santu River. On the way here, I heard him say that if his body touched the Santu River, he would either disappear or turn into a strange-shaped stone in the mountains.

The bottle was filled with water, and he was about to lift it out of the river. Suddenly, copper bells rang in all directions in the mountains, as if a large net fell from the sky to cover us in it.

Yi Qingchen had a splitting headache and rolled on the ground. I didn't have anything to do, and looked around trying to find out where the brass bell was coming from.

He suddenly stood up and walked like a zombie to the Santu River. A flat boat swung in the center of the river, and Yi Qingchen jumped up. I pretended to be controlled by the bell and jumped into the boat.

The bell rang again, and Yi Qingchen sat down. I looked back at him, and he stared blankly at him. Sweep away the emptiness and arrogance of all things under the eyes.

The spring turned sharply, and the boat went straight down the river, and I rolled to the bow of the boat and slammed into the wood.

Ke Yi Qingchen still sat still, as if he was glued to the wood, and he didn't move.

I don't know how long it took for the boat to stop falling. The light disappeared without a trace.

It was a long river with no end in sight, and the banks of the river were dotted with lights like stars.

If there is a little less light on the left, there will be a little more on the right. This is the lamp of human life, lighting the lamp is the birth of a child, and turning off the lamp means that life has come to an end.

From birth to death, the cycle goes back and forth. A hundred years have passed in the world, and in the underworld, it is only a moment from the moment the lights are lit to the lights are turned off.

The water surface changes from turquoise to blood-yellow, the turquoise is the Santu River that connects the world, and the blood-yellow is the Lechuan River.

The ghosts of the shadows walk slowly along the Lethe River, as lively as the human world. I watched the ghost exchange a bead for incense, which is the way of trading in the underworld, no different from the human world.

It's just that there is no grass here, which adds a bit of sadness.

The boat was taken to the ferry, where it was already waiting.

Boats come and go on the Lechuan River, and on each boat stands a man dressed in black. They look natural, oblivious to the grief of the dead. After all, why should we be sad for life and death when we are used to life and death.

Yi Qingchen and I were handcuffed and shackled, and this was to take us to the Lord of the Underworld.

It is rumored that the face of the underworld lord Yama is like a rakshasa and as tall as a pine and cypress, and the first glance makes the ghosts chill.

As we walked along Lethe, the spirits of the ghost city stopped to look at us. There has been no God in the underworld for a long time, and people are fearful and curious about God.

Walking through the noisy and bustling ghost market, we were taken to the front of the Yama Temple.

The Yama hall is made of white jade, and the door of the hall is hundreds of feet high, and it is engraved with the Yaksha Yaksha. It was lifelike, and its eyes shone like a cannibalistic creature. Yaksha flew in the air, with a beast head and a human body, and a fierce expression.

The shadow difference pushed us into the hall, and the hall was covered with a layer of white jade, glowing with a gurgling glow.

The octagonal palace lamps are neatly hung on both sides of the main hall, and the warm and yellowish light makes me feel warm and relaxed.

At the other end of the road, a man with a clear face and a handsome posture was half-leaning on a white jade chair. He propped his head on his arm, his eyes slightly closed.

His black hair hung down his face, making his face whiter and whiter. The whole face is feminine and excessive, and there is no masculinity of a man.

I peeked at Yi Qingchen, and he still looked out of his mind. I was in a hurry, I just didn't know what to do to wake him up.

The man waved his sleeves, and a large stone appeared in front of the hall, which was the Sansheng Stone of the Ghost Domain.

Break the lifestone of people's past and present lives.

He lifted his face, and his appearance was seven points similar to Xuan's.

"The Sansheng Stone Broken Life Soul is good or bad, let me see what you have done in your past life and this life, and make a decision quickly."

Yin Cha raised my hand and put it on the Sansheng Stone, the stone was cold to the bone, and I shivered.

This coldness led me into a fantasy world, and I saw the bamboo leaves rustling in the depths of the bamboo forest in western Yunnan.

On the second floor of the bamboo building, I sat on the railing, pulling my shoes and listening to the sound of bamboo leaves.

A man came out of the room, dressed in white, with love in the corners of his eyes.

It's the light dust I've never seen before, with a bright smile and a gentle voice. He put his hands on the barricade and embraced me in his arms.

"A-Ning." He bit my ear, "Aning." ”

The feeling of numbness in my ears spread all over my body, and I felt powerless and fell into his arms.

Yi Qingchen giggled, I was made to sit uncomfortably by him, and the shoes on my feet fell into the bamboo forest.

He picked me up horizontally and turned me into the bamboo hut.

Green gauze tent, dragon and phoenix candles. The whole room was illuminated by this candle flame, and I sat opposite Yi Qingchen in the green gauze tent, and he called me, "Lady." ”

I smiled and looked like a flying sun.

Under the thin jacket, the light dust of the city is like a pond, and every inch of my skin is melted into my bones. The sound of the rain outside the house became cheerful and unusual, as if I was happy for Yi Qingchen and me.

I slept with him, absorbing each other's warmth. Even when he was asleep, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

I have never seen Yi Qingchen who is so happy, and he has also had a time when he was young and insisted on going his own way.

The chill faded from me, and I returned to the Yama Temple.

Yama had risen from the white jade chair and opened his eyes to look at me.

"You can only see the past life, how can you not see the present life."