The rise and fall of the Lethe River may as well Ah Jiu inspect this underworld and look around to see which unlucky ghost has lost his soul and brought it back to the Floating Life Palace. On this day, Ah Jiu sat on the bank of Lethe River in every kind of boredom, and the old man who was a fortune teller at the intersection of Huangquan Road shook his head and stood behind Ah Jiu early in the morning, knocking on Ah Jiu's head, and said with a smile: "Your kid came early today, didn't you also hear that today is the girl ferry, to join in this fun." The old man touched his beard, and didn't need Ah Jiu to answer anything, so he set up the beach, a table, a chair, and a signboard, Ah Jiu diligently poured the wine in the spout for the old man, and replied: "How can there be a beautiful girl like Ah Jiu who is suffering from laziness and late-stage illness to get up early to guard, and besides, it is not the first time in a hundred years to see a beauty, not to mention that this beauty does not dare to climb high." In fact, Ah Jiu somehow woke up and was already on the bank of the Lethe River.

Hearing this, the old man turned his head, and the pretending hat on his head was about to twist crookedly, Ah Jiu couldn't help laughing, and felt that the old man was really interesting. I only heard the old man sigh, "It's a pity, this girl is a good girl." ”

As a ferryman, he never married.

Ah Jiu rarely didn't reply, and picked up the pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes slightly.

One after another, all kinds of ghosts gathered on the shore of Lethe. Ah Jiu listened to their conversation, and learned that in addition to the usual shops placed on the bank of the Lethe River, there were really many people who came to join in the fun.

When I first arrived, the ghost gate opened.

A golden light appeared, and a gate engraved with spells grew out of thin air on the bank of Lethe River in the dawn of dawn, separated by ghosts, looking at Huangquan Road, surrounded by the miserable cries of ghosts, when the smoke cage spread, Ah Jiu stretched out his hand and couldn't see his five fingers.

Suddenly, an extremely small sound came, the sound of a rusty iron lock being opened with a key. In an instant, the ghost gate disappeared.

Looking at the smoke rising in the distance, the wind whined and whined, like the sorrow of a helpless person in a desperate situation, the resentment came from the ground, the sound did not stop, the Lechuan River turned up a wave of heat, there was a song from the head, it was a requiem for the soul, and I saw a ghost coming from a distance in a spirit boat, dressed in white and the fog almost melted away, only the posture of the proud body did not reduce half a point. The layers of manzhu sawa where the spirit boat passed were in full bloom, dyed the entire yellow spring red, and reflected in the ghostly red pupils on the spirit boat, and since then, the blooming flowers of hell have been engraved in the eyes, blooming undefeated, bewitching and gorgeous.

It's quiet, the wind stops, and the ghosts lose their voices.

My breathing also felt heavy and cumbersome.

At this time, the black and white sinister on the bank of Lethe River carefully arranged the deceased with iron cables, respectfully thanked the ferryman and left.

Ah Jiu looked at Miss Han directly, holding his forehead with his hand and his eyes were incomprehensible. Hu'er Ajiu felt an extremely cold gaze coming from him, and before he could take a closer look, he heard someone say in his ear, "Childe can see a monk today, with hair and a cloth robe. ”

Ah Jiu turned around and fell into his eyes was a girl dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, holding a twenty-four oil-saving paper umbrella, and her face was quite beautiful. Looking into those unwavering eyes, Ah Jiu somehow gave birth to a sense of pity, and that sentence was stuck in his heart.

The girl had been in Huangquan for a long time, so long that she had forgotten where she came from and her name, but she remembered only the man in the cloth robe and hair. Whenever there was a spirit boat returning from the ferry, she would come to check it out in person. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and that person should be buried in the ground. Maybe it's already vulgar,

Xu has already missed it, but the girl always opened the black and white holes blankly in the face of doubts from the outside world, and then shook her head resolutely, and then forced herself to return with an oil-paper umbrella.

The girl looked at Ah Jiu, her eyes flashed with disappointment, and she didn't leave. The flaming red wedding dress dragged up the long skirt, and the hair ornament on her head rang in the flickering steps, like a long, crazy dream in the girl's heart.

When Ah Jiu returned, under the native Bodhi tree at the entrance of the Fusheng Palace, many new souls who had just crossed over were throwing the peach wood talisman with the red wishing belt in their hands to the Bodhi tree.

Most of the requests are simply looking forward to the next life, or to be married, or to be friends.

Ah Jiu looked at the red rope that was still floating on the Bodhi tree in the wind, and chuckled, in the next life, it is unknown whether it is a human or an animal.

People often like to have illusions about the future in order to have peace of mind in the present.

There is such a thing as fate, the old moon, and the people who claim to be the masters of karma and fate can't tell, and they can't tell anything.

Ah Jiu took down a quick peach blossom talisman lightly, never thought that there was no word, uh, the owner of the peach wood talisman was really interesting, and Ah Jiu accepted it for the talisman owner.

At this moment, a Bodhi seed smashed into Ah Jiu's head from under the Bodhi tree. Ah Jiu was about to look, but he saw a person slowly walking out of the hall, dressed in azure clothes, wearing a light cyan belt hanging from his waist, and a round jade piece of mutton fat pinned to Pei Fu.