They said that the Monarch of the Underworld Afterlife Bridge had gone through the calamity again, but few people knew that I sealed my divine seal, supported the ferry boat alone, and became an ordinary one among the tens of thousands of ferrymen, waiting for thousands of years like a day, waiting on the sea of suffering.

I don't know who I'm waiting for, and I don't know what I'm waiting for.

-- The Sixth Bridge Monarch repeats evil words

Seeing Jizo leave, Chang'an's emotions were unclear, and the sound of the ship's side rowing through the water could be faintly heard on the bitter sea behind her, listening to the extremely fast wind, Chang'an knew that the boat had only arrived here for a moment, but ...... Even according to Jizo, there is a record in the "Book of the Emperor of Urlo" that he entered the underworld and could not return to the world unless he was forgiven, but Chang'an felt that she was a little uneasy if she didn't give it a try.

- The premise for her to stay in the underworld is that she can go back when she wants to return to the human world.

She closed her eyes, and a flower flashed in the air, holding the wind away from the barrier, and she disappeared into the world. On the bitter sea, the man sitting on the ferry boat seemed to feel something when the flower appeared, but when he looked up, he only saw Chang'an disappearing into the void.

The enchantment connects a heaven and earth, Chang'an raised his hand and the wind left the royal power in her hands, and in the backhand, she broke through the void connected to the underworld and the world with an arrow, and when the void was broken, she could even see the blue sky of the world. The royal power in her hand disappeared into her body again, and she raised her feet and walked towards the 'passage' that she had broken, but before she could get there, the darkness of the void was bottomless, and thousands of pitch-black thunderbolts were slashed and smashed into her body, giving her no chance to hide at all, even if she was protected by the divine seal of the king's power and parting, blood gushed up from her throat.

The thunder tribulation was extinguished, and the enchantment was reduced to ashes.

Chang'an stood on the shore of the bitter sea, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and looked at the world, looking a little embarrassed. However, the man on the ferry boat looked at Chang'an and was a little surprised.

- It's rare that he wasn't chopped to ashes by God's damnation.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the water stopped behind her at the same time.

She turned and saw a ship, a very ordinary ship.

On the boat, it was a person, a very ordinary person, but Chang'an looked at the eyes of the person in front of him, but a chill welled up in his heart.

What a pair of eyes they were!

Extremely indifferent, extremely indifferent, as if three thousand red dust fell from those eyes, the world was in his eyes, and it was as if nothing could enter his eyes.

That should be "death".

The eyes are dead, the soul is dead.

But he's still there.

As a newborn ghost, Chang'an saw the first deceased she met in the underworld, and couldn't help but take a step back, lest she be stabbed by that person's indifference. Later, when she became acquainted with the ferryman, he always laughed at her, as a ghost, she was frightened by another ghost, and later, she also discovered that this ghost hidden a gossip heart under the mask of indifference, and it was only later that she learned that the ghost that scared her was called Heavy Evil.

Chang'an stepped on the boat that would send her to death, but she sat on the edge of the rear cabin very cautiously, far away from the man, and the man didn't shake the oar, didn't make the pulp, just sat on the bow of the boat with his clothes on, and then looked into the distance, without saying a word, without giving her a look, just as if she didn't exist. She turned her head to look behind her, and found that the boat had left the shore, and another light flowed, and after turning her eyes, she looked at the coast that was clearly visible.

Looking at the extremely quiet sea, Chang'an was rarely quiet.

"It seems that I have never crossed such a slow boat in a thousand years. ”

A very cold male voice rang in her ears. Chang'an looked at the bow of the boat when he heard this, and the man was still looking into the distance, and all his movements and postures had not changed since the boat started. Just when Chang An thought that the voice he heard just now was just an illusion, the man spoke again.

"Do you know the difference between a fast boat and a slow boat?" Without waiting for Chang'an to speak, he said to Gu again: "The boat is slow and slow, like Manzhu Sawa is open, and it will not be able to reach the other side for a hundred years, the boat can be fast and the time can be faster, and it is only a moment to cross this boundless sea of suffering." ”

"Do you know the difference between a fast ship and a slow ship?"

"This is the Sea of Bitterness. The Buddha said: The sea of suffering is boundless, he is saying that people's desires are great and there is no boundary, not that the sea of suffering is so big that there is no other shore. ”

"This sea of suffering has inherited too many desires for thousands of years, and it also reflects countless desires. The faster the ship, the greater the desire and dirtier the soul on board. ”

"Do you know what happens to the souls who once made the ship go fast?"

"Fall into the sea of suffering, be pulled by those 'things' inside, and then become a member of it. ”

"You can't escape, you can't earn it, you will be trapped here forever, and you will never enter reincarnation again. ”

He said, glancing back at her. Although his eyes were still indifferent, there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "I think you'd better sit in there. Although this boat is very slow, you will not fall, and nothing in this sea of bitterness will touch my ferry, but with a delicacy like yours in front of me, I am not sure that there will be such a small eye that will pull you down. ”

Chang An followed his gaze and looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw a pair of miserable white hands sticking out of the water, towards the corner of her clothes, and farther behind her, a pair of ghost pupils shining with faint green light on the surface of the sea were clearly extinguished, like a glowing fish chasing food at night.

It looks so beautiful, but it's so dangerous.

- In this world, everything that is beautiful is dangerous.

-- And the more beautiful and dangerous ones are still below.

Something huge under the surface of the sea suddenly moved its entrenched body, and then fell asleep again, Chang'an's spirit trembled, but in front of her, there was no discomfort in front of her, or, he also felt it, but he was used to it.

When Chang'an felt that when he looked at the sea, the ancient breath was surging from the bottom of the bitter sea, and Chang'an only felt disgusted.

She screamed and threw herself behind the man, no matter how dangerous the man had felt to her.

Chong Xie glanced at the undead behind the ship, his eyes were faint, but he succeeded in making those things disappear, and even the thing that faintly made Chang'an feel a little dangerous also quieted down.

"Is there anything else under this water besides those things?" Chang'an suddenly asked.

Chong Xie suddenly laughed, and when he opened his mouth, he didn't answer the question, but changed the subject.

"This is the Bridge of Immortality, and it is the path that every Yin Si must take - they must take this path when they enter the human world and return to the underworld after the tribulation, no matter how revered their status is in their past and present lives. Now, since there is a bridge among the twenty-four bridges to welcome you into the underworld, and it is the Immortal Bridge that welcomes you into the underworld, you must have been a high-level Yin Si in your previous life, and you must have walked through this sea of suffering before entering the world. ”

"There is a rumor in the underworld that in the underworld, when the Manju Sawa that can evoke memories of one's past life is no longer open, if you want to get a glimpse of your past life, then go to the middle of the bitter sea and look at the surface of the bitter sea, if you have walked through the bitter sea in your previous life, you can get a glimpse of the past. ”

"I said, do you want to try it?"

There was a subtle temptation in his words: "This is right in the middle of the sea of suffering." ”

"Admittedly, it is tempting enough to peek into the joys and sorrows of past lives, but I haven't even finished this life, so why bother with my past lives. Chang'an smiled shallowly, with a little laziness: "What does the so-called past life have to do with me? After all, I am already another person who has lost the memories of my previous life, even if the memory of my past life awakens, it is just like watching a movie." Speaking of this, Chang An chuckled, "However, do you know the movie thing? As far as I know, no one in the underworld can go to the human world except for the Six Lords." ”

"Have you ever been to the earth?" she asked again.

Just watching a movie?

It's funny.

Back then, he also said to his friend Changshengjun who came to welcome his return to the throne that he would treat his previous life as a play, but in the end, in the fragrance of a wisp of Manzhu Sawa drawn by Changshengjun from the secret hall, the mottled past became his obsession, otherwise, he would not have sailed for a thousand years on this bitter sea, and waited for a thousand years. Of course, he wouldn't say these words to the indifferent woman in front of him, even if she was beautiful and admirable.

In his soul, the sub-volume of the underworld history book "Hunting Moon Junlu" - a certain monarch book was opened, and on it, it was recorded: Shen Chang'an, the disciple of Tingyun, the master of the underworld, the third capital of the crown left the throne, died today, and the soul returned to the underworld, and the cause of death is unknown.

A human monarch, after his death, his soul did not return to the place where the human god was buried, but came to his underworld, which is interesting, and what is even more interesting is that the cause of death is unknown.

"Chang'an, 'a bright light shines on the body and dies, and the soul returns to Chang'an', which is really interesting. He laughed suddenly. Chong Xie looked at her and smiled lightly, learned Chang'an's faint tone, and said, but what he said had nothing to do with the topic just now, and he avoided answering Chang'an's questions. Seeing that the woman in front of him was noncommittal about what he said, Chong Xie only raised his eyebrows, and said, "Regardless of the past and present lives, you will be a good yin." The heavy evil paused and said again.

Chang An was stunned for a moment, for the familiar poem he used to explain her name, which made her feel sad in her heart, and for the latter sentence of his words, he had a faint sadness in his mouth, and then laughed.

Looking at the past, she can be sure that this will not be the ability that an ordinary ferryman will have, and there are only twenty-four monarchs in the underworld who have this ability, and the funny thing is that the monarch of the bridge actually came to be a ferryman on the bitter sea.

But who should this man be?

"You misunderstood, I went into the underworld by mistake, and I didn't do it to do anything in the first place. Chang'an raised his eyebrows, "However, I have always known that when you come, you will be safe." ”

said that what came was peaceful, but the desire in her eyes did not match the words. The evil looked at the shining eyes of the evil clouds, the eyes that shone with desire and obsession, and the corners of his lips provoked a cold smile.

This woman is definitely their fellow traveler - all the Yin Si in the underworld are responsible for crossing the world's obsessions, but each of them is so heavy that their obsessions and desires are too heavy to even bear the sea of suffering - although her soul is so pure that even the sea of bitterness can be relieved of anger, and the ferry boat can be slowed down, but this does not contradict her obsession. It's just that, because all her previous indifferent talks about something, or someone, have changed, Chong Xie suddenly became interested, and he suddenly wanted to meet the person who could become such a woman's obsession.

All attachments can be turned into obsessions, Chang'an admits that before her death, that person was what she persistently pursued and wanted to protect, and it was also the only light source in her life, and now after her death, that person has become an obsession. However, she didn't talk about this strange man. So, she smiled faintly and naturally changed the subject.

"Why is it Yin? As a newly dead ghost, shouldn't I have entered the Six Realms and experienced reincarnation?" Chang'an sat away from the heavy evil, and swallowed the sentence that had been tactfully turned in his mouth a few times, "Why don't you ignore the past life and this life to be a good Yin Si". "Even I was a little surprised that I was lucky enough to enter the underworld through the Immortal Bridge. This was said casually, but only Chang'an knew how much it was about that carelessness.

"When you look up, that is the road to the afterlife connected by the bridge of rebirth, which can welcome people into reincarnation, and it is the bridge of eternal life that welcomes you into the underworld, so you are destined to be a yin division. The heavy evil paused for a moment and then said, "As for what you said, 'good luck to welcome the underworld from the Immortal Bridge', it's completely too much for you to think about. Chang'an seemed to see Chong Xie and smiled, but before she could understand, Chong Xie spoke again, his tone still indifferent. "After returning from the Yin Si Tribulation, he was taken back to the underworld by the Immortal Bridge, which is the way of heaven. ”

"There is no reason for everything related to the way of heaven, this is the way of heaven, I can't go against it, and you can't go against it. The tone of the heavy evil was still indifferent, but in a trance, Chang'an seemed to hear a sadness from it. However, how could such an indifferent and cold person have such emotions, Chang An couldn't figure it out, so she just thought that it was just her illusion. However, she was very curious about what the road to rebirth in the mouth of the heavy evil should look like, so Chang'an raised her head according to her words, but she missed the second half of the heavy evil because she was surprised.

Heavy evil retracted his gaze that fell on Chang'an, and looked into the distance again, and at the same time, the divine light in his eyes was silent, but he muttered in his mouth: "It's really strange, I can't even see which Yin Si you are under the throne of the Twenty-Four Bridges in your previous life, and I can't see what Yin Si you are going to take over." "Not only can you let the bitter sea calm your anger, but you will also be transferred back from the human body by Lao Jia Changshengjun himself. It's weird.

The blood-colored full moon shone in the sky, the moonlight was as clear as water, and the sky was like a clear mirror, which was an ethereal but vaguely enchanting purple. Chang'an could see that under the mirror, black and green flowers and plants were spread all over the ground, and the dead spirits walking among the green plants followed the various colored lotus lanterns, crying, just looking at it made people have goosebumps, which was really a little infiltrating. However, because the two are at different interfaces, Chang'an only sees the sad faces of the ghosts, but cannot hear the cries of the dead, as if he is watching Chaplin's pantomime. In the distance, there is a Santu River leisurely far away, but on the side of the bridge, on the mottled stone tablet, the handwriting has been blurred, and it looks like a very long history. On the bridge, an old but bright-eyed Meng Po handed a bowl of Meng Po soup to the newly dead ghosts, allowing them to forget the past and step into the next reincarnation.

Chang An silently withdrew his gaze and looked behind him again. There, under the clear water, because she was far away from the heavy evil, or perhaps, because she was less deterred by the heavy evil, there were still arms stretched out, wanting to pull her off the boat, and there were still ghost pupils like a group of fish chasing her, delaying her. Strangely enough, when she looked at them, she had no fear, only a little compassion in her heart, even if it should not have happened to her because of her cold past.

The world where the ghosts cry at night on the bitter sea, although the ghosts cry and cry endlessly, but there is also flowing vitality, but under the bitter sea, they, those ghosts who are confined in the bitter sea, are immersed in the cold sea day and night, devouring each other, without memory, without sanity, never free, how lonely it must be.

How lonely they should be.

Confined to a desperate situation, she can't be liberated unless she dies, just like she was when she entered the Pulau Tower.

They should be as ...... Lonely as yourself.

The slightly salty water droplets slipped from Chang'an's eyes and fell into the sea of bitterness, causing a circle of water waves that did not disperse for a long time. The heart and eyes on the bitter sea were indifferent, and the ferryman of the dry year had a rare other emotion in his eyes.

However, Chang'an's eyes were slightly cold with tears. Maybe it's an illusion, when she was in a trance, she saw that there were flowers in the teardrops that slipped from her cheeks, and then they withered, and then they started again, and the flowers in there seemed to be, Langlo and the wind separated?

The huge dragon bones buried in the depths of the bitter sea have not turned into white bones in the passage of thousands of years, and the moonlight occasionally reflects on the dragon body through the sea, and the dragon scales reveal a cold iron-like pale blue, which can shine the majesty and hideousness of the year. When Chang'an sat on the ferry and looked at the bottom of the sea unconsciously, the original soul was lost, only some bones and bright blood and soaked bone marrow for thousands of years of divinity The black dragon's eyes opened slightly, the huge mountain-like dragon head was raised, looking at the sea, when the ferry boat rowed over his head, the huge dragon kiss opened, and the silent roar, revealing the ancient wail, perhaps, his glory was only yesterday, when he roared, the ferry boat was still stable, and even, the undercurrent stirred up from his mouth disappeared silently when approaching the sea, leaving nothing。

There was sadness in Canglong's amber eyes, and he roared into the sky, as if he was calling, but no one answered. The ferry boat slowly moved away, the huge dragon body moved, as if trying to chase after it, the thunder condensed into a pale blue chain to lock the dragon body, when he moved, the thunder exploded on him, and the black dragon fell asleep tiredly.

When the water droplets fall into the water, they would have merged into the current and become one of them, but when Chang'an's tears fell into the bitter sea, they dispersed a cold glow and fell straight to the bottom of the sea, until the top of the sleeping canglong head did not stop.

The light in the teardrops gradually spread, and the light grew stronger and brighter, until it was dazzling, and the woman in red stepped on the pitch-black lotus flower under her feet, and walked out of it.

- The same appearance as the wind and evil clouds, even more enchanting than the wind and evil clouds, her eyebrows, there is no divine seal, but from the time she appeared, those monsters that have been stored for thousands of years at the bottom of the sea are lying on the ground, trembling, and seem to be extremely afraid.

-- Behind her, a huge phoenix shadow was cast in a void, mighty and gorgeous, revealing an atmosphere from the wilderness, and it was not angry and depressing.

- This is, Ning Yuan is pretended, Emperor Shi Yu has no chance to be a disciple, and the master of Ning Yuan's Phoenix clan.

She tilted her head and looked at the dragon under her feet, a smile on the corner of her lips, the black dragon was about to wake up, and when she opened her eyes slightly, the woman's phantom had already dispersed with the wind.