Chapter 14 A walk on the bridge

The boat kept drifting in the dark river, surrounded by black fog and unable to see the direction, not knowing the starting point, let alone the end.

The only bright spot in the darkness was the Buddha in Jiang Chen's hand, with a soft Buddha light, and the boat was full of soul shadows, if there was no ancient Buddha Jiang Chen, they would not be able to see the soul shadow.

The soul shadow has no thoughts, no emotions, no consciousness.

"Ruo Li, you see that soul shadow is a little special, it's actually looking at you!" Jiang Chen said jokingly.

"I think he's looking at you! Yan Ruoli glanced at Jiang Chen.

"What the hell is this place? We can't be in the ancient tomb, are we? Are we in hell?" are we on the Lethe River!" Jiang Chen touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"What hell? Huang Quan, how can there really be anything in this world!" Yan Ruoli vetoed.

"Where did that man go after he died?" Jiang Chen asked rhetorically.

Yan Ruoli was silent, because these questions were not something they could understand, including when the Great Emperor died, no one could uncover this permanent mystery, maybe only the dead would know.

There are also rumors in the ancient earth that living people live in the yang world, and when people die, they go to the underworld and become ghosts.

Touch......

The ships landed, and the ghosts came ashore one after another, and there was a long, long bridge on the shore, which appeared in the black mist.

The ghosts lined up in a long line and walked towards the opposite side of the bridge.

Whew......

The sound of ghosts crying wolves sounded in this world, some of the soul shadows were demon beasts, and there were also nine-tailed foxes, giants, dwarves, and other forms of soul bodies.

"Ah, what the hell are we here? There is really a bridge! This is definitely not inside the Demon Emperor's Ancient Tomb!" Jiang Chen's heart was shocked and he actually came to the legendary place.

Jiang Chen and the others just saw two stone tablets when they got off the boat, and the stone tablets didn't know how many years they had existed.

Legend has it that passing through Huangquan Road, there is a river called Lichuan River, there is a bridge on the river called Nai He Bridge, there is an earthen platform called Wangxiang Terrace across the Nai He Bridge, and there is an old woman selling Meng Po soup on the side of Wangxiang Terrace.

"I crossed the Lechuan River, but I walked on the bridge. Jiang Chen even wanted to see the legendary Meng Po and Meng Po soup.

"Ruo Li, let's go and break into the legendary Nai He Bridge, since you are here, what about breaking into this underworld. Jiang Chen pulled Yan Ruoli to follow behind the long line, and the ghosts behind instinctively didn't dare to approach, afraid of the Buddha's light.

Yan Ruoli's expression was different, but she was very curious. Originally, she was like a witch, restlessly revealing her true nature.

"Sansheng Stone," Jiang Chen looked at the stone in front of him.

It is rumored that the Sansheng Stone records the past life, this life, and the future, and if the living person comes, he can see his future changes.

Jiang Chen stared at Sansheng Stone and looked at it, but he didn't find that he could really see the past and present lives, let alone the future.

However, Yan Ruoli looked at Sanshengshi with obsessive eyes, she saw Jiang Chen, saw him as an enemy of the whole world, an enemy of everyone, blood stained thousands of miles, corpses all over the field, stumps and broken arms, everyone wanted to kill him. However, he was alone, with a lonely back, a blood-stained collar, and a long sword in his hand, lying in a pool of blood.

"Ruo Li, Ruo Li, are you okay! What's wrong with you?" Looking at Yan Ruoli's eyes, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know what she saw.

Jade wiped away her tears, "Everything is so real?" Yan Ruoli said to herself.

"Ruo Li, what's wrong with you, did you see anything?" Jiang Chen guessed that she must have seen something, otherwise her mood would not have fluctuated so much.

"I'm fine, Jiang Chen, let's find a way to get out!"

"People in the underworld walk the road of the underworld, drink a cup of Meng Po soup, forget the past life and this life, there is a fate in this life, why force it? May you be fated to reunite in the next life. An old woman's voice came.

The old man looked at Jiang Chen deeply and looked away from them.

"This bridge is the boundary, dividing yin and yang, and starting reincarnation. ”

However, there is a huge light gate in front of the bridge, the reincarnation gate, and the people who have drunk Meng Po soup have entered that gate, and they can vaguely see that there is a stone paved stone road in front of them.

"A thousand years of retrospective, a hundred years of promise. Forgetting is your best bet. Meng Po's voice seemed to contain some kind of magic.

"What about the bridge, what about the parting of the previous life, how about the meeting in this life, and how to reunite in the next life. Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh, just a few hundred years of life.

"However, the people with evil thoughts on the bridge do not deserve to enter reincarnation, and they will fall into hell forever, and they will be heinous and will fall into hell forever. Suddenly, Meng Po beckoned some heinous yin ghosts, and disappeared into a black whirlpool.

"Young man, the road to the underworld is not where you should come, give you a stone, and you should be destined to meet a living person! ”

Suddenly, Meng Po's voice magnetically reached Jiang Chen's mind, and there was a strange black stone in his hand, and the black stone didn't have a little energy fluctuation and didn't know what it was for.

"Senior, can you see us?" Jiang Chen asked with courage.

"The person who leads in, the person who breaks the thought, the cause of the cause and the extinction, and the death returns. Since you are here, let's take it and go!" Meng Po's voice came, and she didn't know whether she was saying it to Jiang Chen or to all the Yin Spirits.

"Jiang Chen, are you talking to her?" Yan Ruoli pointed at Meng Po with her finger.

"No, I'm talking to myself, let's go!"

Looking at the sudden extra black stone in his hand, he didn't know what it was for, there was no texture at all, the only good estimate was that it was very hard! With Jiang Chen's terrifying body, he couldn't crush it.

"Rolling red dust comes, rolling red dust goes. Hongchen has been drunk for thousands of years, and lonely is accompanied by love for thousands of years. Come here to walk on the bridge, forget the past, and start anew. Meng Po's magnetic voice kept coming and going, and it was also the only voice in this world.

"Jiang Chen, let's not go to reincarnation, I haven't lived enough! I haven't found my destined fate yet!" Yan Ruoli laughed heartlessly. It was a complete contrast to the tone of her voice.

"Yes! Beware of you becoming a pig in your next life, haha! Jiang Chen scoffed.

Looking at Jiang Chen's laughter, Yan Ruoli couldn't help but kick Jiang Chen and said, "You will only become a pig in your next life, and I think meeting you is the biggest bad fate." ”

The sound of their laughter and playfulness can be heard from the stone steps of the Gate of Reincarnation, which is unique in this quiet place.

On both sides of the stone steps were layers of black mist, and they walked on the suspended steps, not knowing what would happen if they fell.

The stone steps are long and narrow, and you can fall down if you are not careful. There was no sound on the quiet ancient road, only the whistling sound of the wind.

There is no sun and moon, only endless darkness, only endless darkness, only the never-ending ghost. Occasionally, there would be terrible screams and screams.

Maybe this has always been the case here, and it has never changed, only the sudden Jiang Chen.

At the end of the road, there were two Yin soldiers guarding with long knives in their hands, lacking consciousness, only instinct, they glanced at Jiang Chen and they stopped watching.

Burst......

As soon as the knife went down, the soul flew away in an instant, because some yin souls still retained deep evil thoughts.

Six roads, next to a whirlpool stands a stone tablet, on which are engraved two large characters with bloodstains.

"Is this the place of rebirth, the place of reincarnation? ”

Watching the ghosts jump in one after another, Jiang Chen and they all understood.

"Let's go around, go to the front, there is still a road ahead, I don't want to be reincarnated, not to mention that I don't know if I will become a human or a beast if I jump. Jiang Chen pulled Yan Ruoli around the reincarnation ground.

In front of it is a sea of flowers, and there is a large flower on the other side in the sea of flowers.

"Could this be the other side flower?" Yan Ruoli said with some surprise.

The flower on the other side, blooming on the other side, only seeing the flowers, not the leaves, life and life are wrong, called the other side of the flower, also called the flower of death, because the legend says that it grows in hell, accompanied by pain, accompanied by death.

The flowers on the other side, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves will never meet, love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to live and die, forever know each other but can not fall in love, the flowers on the other side are cursed by God,

On the other side of this life that cannot be reached, unload all memories, and the yellow spring is a flower. A thousand years open, a thousand years fall. The Flower of Soul Attraction - The Flower of the Other Side.

"It's so beautiful," Yan Ruoli couldn't help but praise.

Jiang Chen picked a flower from the other side, it was as beautiful as blood, very beautiful but with a hint of evil.

"The power in this flower on the other side can actually be absorbed by me?" Jiang Chen was secretly frightened, he didn't expect that the mysterious ancient scripture would not refuse any energy.

The other side flower contains a huge amount of divine soul power, "Great, with the divine soul power of this other side flower, I can train my divine soul to the extreme." ”

There are three souls, one is the heavenly soul, the second is the earth soul, and the third is the life soul. There are seven spirits, one is the heavenly chong, two are the wisdom, three are the qi, the four are the force, the five are the center, the six are the essence, and the seven are the Ying, because they are one and are also called the soul.

"The power of the divine soul is the most fragile in the human body, if it can be further refined to perfection, it will be closer and closer to my perfection. ”

"Ruo Li, this flower on the other side has a good effect on the divine soul, let's refine it first,"

Jiang Chen reminded, and crossed his knees in the sea of flowers, running the mysterious ancient scriptures, and wisps of red filaments flew out of the flowers and wrapped around Jiang Chen's body and then entered his body.

"The power of the divine soul can only be tempered with the ancient scriptures, but it is a pity that it cannot be cultivated, if only there were ancient scriptures for cultivating the divine soul. Jiang Chen said to himself.

I don't know how many years of cultivation I have, and I don't know how long Jiang Chen has been practicing, and the flowers around him have disappeared a lot, and the tempering of Jiang Chen's soul at this time has reached the extreme, from the weakness at the beginning, to the condensation at the back, it is difficult to go further without the corresponding scriptures.

Just when Jiang Chen was practicing, he came to a strange place, the flowers on the other side of the mountains and fields, there was no end in sight, there was a woman in the sea of flowers, the woman's long hair was flying, her red clothes were fluttering, under the slender jade neck, a crisp chest was like clotted white jade, half covered and half hidden, and even the beautiful white lotus feet were silently enchanting, emitting a seductive charm.

This woman's outfit is undoubtedly extremely glamorous, but this glamorous Ye seems to be much inferior to her demeanor. Her big eyes are smiling and charming, and the water covers the ground with fog and charm. The corners of the small mouth are slightly upturned, the red lips are slightly open, and she wants to attract people to kiss Feng Ze, this is a woman who exudes charm from her bones, she seems to be seducing men all the time, pulling men's nerves.

This woman's beauty can be said to be astonishing and peerless.

Just such a beautiful woman, she was walking towards Jiang Chen step by step with her light jade feet, walking in the sea of flowers, she even compared the bewitching beauty of flowers.

"I want to pass on a copy of your soul scripture, and I can send you out of here, but you have to promise me one thing. ”

Finally, the woman is close, it is easy to fall into the country and the city, the occasional frown makes people feel pity, her voice is like a heavenly sound, like a dream.

"Who are you, a human or a ghost," Jiang Chen said vigilantly when he sobered up.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can get you out of here, otherwise you won't be able to get out unless you ......," the woman said softly.

"Unless what?" Jiang Chen probably guessed that unless he jumped into the six reincarnations, he had never come anew.

"You just need to promise me that one day, when you can dictate the eons and become emperors, help me unravel the curse. The woman said sadly.

"Then if I can't become the Great Emperor, and what kind of curse is this for you?" Jiang Chen asked rhetorically.

"If you can't become the emperor, then forget it, time is also fate, that is destiny is difficult to do!" The woman faced it calmly.

Looking at the pitiful woman in front of her: "Okay, I promise you, how can you send me out of here?"

Jiang Chen didn't think of what he really wanted.

"The Soul Sutra has been passed on to you to know the sea, the other side of the flower has a very good effect on you to exercise your soul and cultivate your divine sense, you can first go to refine the other side of the flower, and then there is a paper crane in front of you, it will take you away." The woman's words fell, and she vanished.

Jiang Chen's mind also had a long piece of ancient scriptures, the Soul Sutra.

The soul scripture is mainly to cultivate one's own soul, divine thoughts, and powerful soul cultivation can slash the giant mountain with one thought, and it can kill people invisibly, and it only takes one thought to travel thousands of miles to take people's heads.

Soul cultivation can turn the soul into a sword and turn it into an attack weapon, but it also needs to have a strong physical strength to carry it, and the highest realm of soul cultivation is the immortality of the soul.

"Whirring ......"

All the divine soul power in the flowers on the other side was absorbed by Jiang Chen, and the soul meridian was pulling and nourishing his soul, only to see a small person appear in Jiang Chen's eyebrows, sitting cross-legged like him, this is his divine soul, that is, his soul, but it is more condensed and stronger, and his sea world is also golden.

"Touching ......"

With a crisp sound, Jiang Chen finally broke through to the Extraordinary Sixth Heaven and approached the Seventh Heaven, his soul became stronger, and he even cultivated his own divine soul, that is, the villain sitting cross-legged in the center of his eyebrows, and his divine thoughts were even more powerful, and now he could clearly feel even an ant crawling over him.

Seeing that Ruo Li had already finished cultivating, he didn't know what he was thinking when he looked at him quietly!

"Let's go, I think I should know how to get out of here!"

Going around the sea of flowers, there was indeed a huge paper crane.

"How can there be such a big paper crane here?" Yan Ruoli was puzzled.

Sitting on the paper crane, the paper crane turned into a red light and disappeared into the sea of flowers on the other side, and when they disappeared, a woman in red appeared in the sea of flowers, quietly looking at the place where they disappeared.