After many years, I finally understood why my elder brother, Hades Venerable Sen Luo, took off his crown thousands of years ago, went to the sixteenth layer of hell, and was never born again.

They said that he was punished there to remove his sinful karma, but after waiting for a thousand years in chaos and confusion, I realized that the hopeless waiting was too abrasive, and he was just looking for something to do instead of waiting.

I've been in the underworld for thousands of years, and the only thing I've done is waiting, but even if I almost forget who I'm waiting for, I remember that even if I waited for that person, she has nothing to do with me.

-- The Fourth Bridge Monarch Immortal Monarch's Words

On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

It is suitable for sacrifice and travel.

The fourth layer of the twenty-four polar heavens of the underworld.

Immortal Dao.

The Hall of Eternal Life was so quiet that it made people's hearts tremble, and a bright moon with a faint pale blood light hung in the purple sky, strange and beautiful. The pale blood-colored moonlight fell on the crystal-like Xuanyu Hall of Eternal Life, which was even more cold, and it also made people look at it and unconsciously bow down willingly. Under the moonlight, the entire immortal path is as bright as day - however, the divine light of the sun god Dongxi does not shine on the underworld, there is no difference between day and night, but the remains of the bright moon flower god during the day: the divine glow of the bright moon flower cup shines on the earth, and at night, after the bright moon is grateful, the full moon rises in the east, and the moon illuminates the heaven and earth. The same brilliance, the same cold, but this cold, but not as cold as this Hall of Eternal Life. Outside the Hall of Eternal Life, all the Yin Divisions knelt down the steps and sacrificed to the deceased monarchs. This same scenario happened at the same time in the other Polar Heavens, except, of course, the three Extreme Heavens that were more revered than the Hall of Eternal Life and were above the Immortal Dao.

Although the twenty-one Polar Heavens except for the three realms are sacrificed together, the Hall of Eternal Life is a little more special than the other Extreme Heavens. The other Dao is the king's sacrifice, that is, the few extreme heavens where the king is absent, and the high-level Yin Division is also sacrificed, but the Immortal Dao is good, not only the monarch is not there, but even the only high-level Yin Division in the Immortal Palace is not there.

In the secret hall of the Hall of Eternal Life, different from the secret halls of other halls, what is hidden is not a rare treasure, nor is it a precious classic, what is hidden in it is only a pool of water, or rather, it is the floating manzhu sawa that blooms in the water that does not flow.

In the underworld, the leaves of Manzhu Sawa have been in bloom for 10,000 years, and the flowers have actually not appeared for 10,000 years, and now, these hidden in the Hall of Eternal Life are just the shadows of the flowers that have been forcibly left behind by the ban of time, and if the ban of time is removed, they will all become dust.

Next to the pool, a pear blossom pressed the branches, cold and alienated, instead, leaning under the tree, one leg slightly bent, one hand on the head, the other hand holding a jasper wine bottle of the man wearing a black robe painted with a large, blood-colored manzhu sawa, the pear snow of the tree cold away, even with it, the tree snow white also brought a point of enchantment. However, the bewitching snow and the bewitching flowers were pressed down by one of the man's side faces. But such a bewitching face and such a bewitching person make people dare not look at it. Behind him, the black hair spread its wings like a crow, slowly spreading on the ground, and the tips of the hair were immersed in the water, rippling, like love. However, some people may know that this wind and moon gentleness has never been related to him.

- This is the Immortal King, the Emperor of the Immortal Dao, the greatest king of the twenty-four heavens after the death of the Immortal King and the Monarch of the Tenth Layer of Hell, and the Hidden King of the Seventeenth Layer of Hell.

Ruoqing, the supreme yin division of the Immortal Dao and the adjutant of the Immortal Palace, bowed his head and waited outside the secret hall, listening to the orders of his own king as soon as possible, but he also understood that at this time of year, the king of his family would stay alone in the secret hall for a day, and there was no need for him to wait, but the underworld has always had strict rules, and he must abide by his duties.

Every year, the Immortal Monarch will pay tribute alone, and it has not changed for thousands of years. It's just that Ruoqing doesn't know who his monarch is sacrificing, or rather, who is worthy of his sacrifice, and who can be mourned and remembered by someone like his monarch, Ruoqing is really curious, but he doesn't have the courage to ask his monarch such a question, nor does he have the consciousness to satisfy his curiosity at the cost of his life.

"I have been confined to the throne of this underworld for a thousand years, and I have waited for a thousand years, and I have sacrificed for a thousand years, but in the end, I have forgotten who I am waiting for and who I am sacrificing. It's ridiculous, it's lonely, you really live more and more. Changshengjun reached into the pool and scooped up a petal that floated in the water, and the red color fell out of the pool when it came out, and even the water seeped out of his fingers, not a drop remained. He shook his hand, then re-raised his glass, said to himself reflected in the glass, and then smiled bitterly.

Before the smile was over, there was a blade hidden between his eyebrows, and he had just felt it......

"There is a Yin Si who returns with this sacrificial day, interesting, really interesting......"

Changshengjun got up with the wine bottle and pushed open the door of the secret hall, and when he saw Ruoqing waiting at the door, he didn't stop, but Ruoqing suddenly saw the door that was pushed open, but he was stunned for a moment, and before he could come back to his senses, the order of Changshengjun had been passed over.

"Come, go and gather my immortal Dao Yin Si to go to the bitter sea, let's go and see which one is so good at picking the time. ”

"No. Ruoqing pondered, and then followed, not mentioning the abnormal behavior of Changshengjun who only stayed in the secret hall for half a day.

On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head. It is suitable for sacrifice and travel.

The breeze is gentle, and as stated in the calendar, today is a good day for travel. However, if the time could be rewind to before going out today, Shen Changan would definitely roll his eyes and say "fart" to that calendar! Chang'an felt that he must have committed Tai Sui today, otherwise, he would not be unlucky enough to make her one-day trip to the world into an underworld. Now, the only thing Chang'an wants to do is to burn that bullshit calendar. You say, if the calendar is accurate, why did you run under the wheel?

However, in Chang'an's view, death is not such a terrible thing, at least, it is simpler than life. A simple car accident ended her seemingly sad life, no pain, no sadness, as if she was asleep. Even, when her soul left the body, she saw from the perspective of a bystander, some people were flustered, some people watched the excitement, but she herself laughed.

There are so many expressions, but there is no crying, you say, is it sad that she is alive.

- The world is sad, and it is sad.

died under the blue sky and white sun, and Chang'an did not get the legendary impermanence ghost to detain her soul from the world, but, very suddenly, a bridge appeared in front of her - a mottled ancient bridge.

On this side of the bridge is the prosperous world, on the other side of the bridge is the gloomy ghost domain, and under the bridge, a river Styx that is invisible to mortals wanders far away. Chang'an, as a newborn ghost, should have been extremely attached to the world, and she should not have returned to the underworld, but she looked at the world, the corners of her lips provoked a smile, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were a little bit of wind and moon and enchanting.

She laughed, but she didn't know who she was talking to, or maybe she was just saying to herself, "It's not what you want." ”

It's not as you wish, if my soul is not destroyed, I will still come back.

When she looked up, the sun fell into her eyes, but there was no light in her eyes, only darkness in them—a darkness of death, a little hopelessness.

-- It's not as you want.

She said, her tone a little desolate, and then, without the slightest hesitation, she stepped on the bridge connecting life and death. And after she stepped on it, the bridge suddenly disappeared into the world as if it suddenly appeared, she never noticed that her originally transparent soul body gradually condensed, with bones, with bright blood, on the forehead of the cream-like skin, a yin-colored manzhu sawa quietly bloomed, scorching, blinding people's eyes, but the flower only bloomed for a moment and faded, as if it had never appeared, but she didn't notice it between steps.

Painted cinnabar, embedded in the stele standing on the side of the bridge, the handwriting is mottled, but it is still awe-inspiring.

- Changsheng Bridge.

It reads.

Chang'an stepped on the Changsheng Bridge, and his heart was amazed that he was all pressed down by the shadow of death, and he lost his usual shrewdness.

After she died, she walked not on the Bridge of Death, nor on the Bridge of Naihe, but on the Bridge of Eternal Life. The Changsheng Bridge began when she stepped on both feet, the scene suddenly changed, both ends became dark green, Zhulan-like green plants, on the bank of the Lechuan River, a large area of sea-blue forgetfulness grass bloomed brightly, this scene changed too suddenly, even Chang'an had a moment of trance, as if, behind her was originally the blue green vegetation, not the bustling world.

Every year, the deceased will come from the thirty-third heaven - come to the world to spend the second day of February with her, she remembers a certain year, the man drunk recalled that he had been to the underworld, at that time in the underworld, since the beginning of Wangxiangtai, the red Manzhu Sawa paved the entire Huangquan Road, at the end of the road, is the Lechuan River, and on the bank of the Lechuan River, a large area of bright blue forgetful grass dragged large flowers, blooming brightly. On the Lechuan River, a bridge was built, and Meng Po, who was old and had eyes as bright as a little girl, held the soup prepared by the tears of the dead before their death, and handed it to the undead who were about to enter reincarnation, telling them to forget the past, and when the dead drank the bowl of Meng Po soup, they would forget it in their previous life.

She also remembered that there was a sadness in his eyes when he said this.

Chang'an crossed the Changsheng Bridge, crossed thousands of acres of demon plants, and then saw the boundless sea. The inky vegetation stretches into the sea, swaying like aquatic plants.

But they are not aquatic plants, but flowers on the other side.

-- The flower of the other side without flowers.

Legend has it that the safflower Lycoris and Manzhu Sawa bloom for a thousand years, the leaves bloom for a thousand years, the flowers bloom without leaves, the leaves bloom without flowers, and the flowers and leaves never see each other again;

The flowers bloom on the other side, and you can take care of the next life, but she is so depressed in this life, and Chang'an really doesn't have much strength to pursue the past life. Although she came to the underworld and didn't see the legendary sea of flowers on the other side, she felt that it was okay if they didn't open.

The light-colored water looks a little seeping, boundless, and bottomless, but Chang'an feels that such a big sea can't have a trace of waves is really a bit weird: and what's even more weird is that the sea has no waves, calm like a mirror, but in the sea near the sea, Manzhu Shahua's delicate leaves are like the hair of a kraken, gently rippling.

Very appropriately, Chang'an suddenly remembered that when he was studying with him a few days ago, he happened to see "Farewell Kangqiao", which has a sentence "The green wattle of soft soil, the oily swagger under the water; Chang'an was thinking, if the water in Kangqiao was as weird as the sea in front of him, Mr. Xu would also want to ripple in the water, floating, floating.

-- It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful at the bottom of the bitter sea.

Chang'an looked at the water waves, and suddenly yearned for it. So, she smiled and shuffled a somewhat stiff step forward.

It seemed that the wind was blowing, and the heaven and earth suddenly began to wrap around the faint linden incense.

Not far in front of Chang'an, the originally calm and waveless sea rose one after another, rippling straight to the shore in front of her, and then swinging far away.

Not far away, a white unicorn broke through the water and treaded water with a young man holding a Buddhist bead.

At this time, the blood-colored moon in the underworld was in the middle of the sky, and under the moon, the blood-red robe on the young monarch's body was staggering, like a demonic red lotus.