A waning moon hung high in the sky, and the surface of the moon was pale, like the face of a white skeleton.

A long river flows in a strange time and space under the tragic moon, and I don't know where it came from and where it went.

The river is turbulent and dark, with ghosts surfing and demon corpses rising and falling.

A small boat is silent, walking on the dark river.

There were three figures standing on the boat, a leisurely and idle scholar in a green shirt, a delicate girl in a fox fur, and a boatman in a hat.

This is the scene after Li Xiangyi and Hu Kexin, following the boat, entered the long river of ghosts.

Hu Kexin had seen the long river of ghosts in ancient books before, but he never thought that he would enter it one day.

She looked at the surging and secluded ghost river, and then looked at the miserable moon in the sky, which was very novel.

Looking at the boatman at the bow of the boat, he looked carefully for a while before he was sure that the tall figure wearing a hat and a cloak was not a real person, but a wooden carving.

A rough wooden man with no nose and no mouth!

No wonder it didn't squeak the whole time.

In the end, the delicate girl looked at herself and the figure in the green shirt beside her, and found that both of them had turned into shadows, as if they had integrated into this strange space.

This discovery surprised the girl.

Li Xiangyun noticed her strangeness and explained: "I used the [Heaven and Man Induction] to make us sympathetic to this strange space and become one. ”

"Otherwise, people living in this river will not be able to get close to us, and we will not be able to stay here for long."

The girl understood, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Mr. is really a Confucian talent, and his style is peerless!" I read in the "Three Religions and Hundred Schools of Thought" that Confucianism [Heaven and Man Induction], Daomen [Taoism and Nature], and Buddhism [Four Voids] are the most transcendent and unparalleled supernatural powers of the three religions. ”

"Among the hundred schools, there are only a few great magical powers such as the Legalist [Words and the Law] and the Soldier [Soldiers Who Surrender Without a Fight] that can be compared."

"This great supernatural power is not peerless and mellow and unrealizable, Mr. will be able to transcend the saint in the future and become another Confucian great sage in my Beizhi Gezhou!"

Li Xiangyi smiled and said gently: "You have read a lot of books, well, you are quite good at complimenting." ”

The delicate girl was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm not praising Mr., I really think that Mr.'s demeanor is transcendent and vulgar, and it is not comparable to ordinary people." ”

Seeing that Li Xiangyi didn't care, she turned to say: "I have been weak since I was a child, my grandfather, grandmother, father, and aunt are afraid that something will happen to me, so they rarely lead me down the mountain, and I have nothing to do, so I can only read more books to pass the time." ”

"Recently, I read an article by Mr. Zhou Qingjin of Zhaohu Academy, which not only talks about the advantages of the three teachings and the hundred schools, but also shows the shortcomings of each school."

"Mr. Hanshan Academy, which is also one of the four major academies of Confucianism in Beizhou, I don't know what Mr. thinks about the shortcomings and deficiencies of the three hundred schools?"

Li Xiangyi glanced at the delicate girl with some surprise, obviously he took the risk to treat you and dissolve the mark of the ghost river, why did you still talk to me.

However, seeing that the girl was sincerely seeking advice, he also became serious, thought about it and replied: "The three religions and hundreds of schools have different purposes, and they can become the world's learning, and they all have their strengths. ”

"However, there are no perfect people in the world, and there is no perfect learning, and the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought also have their shortcomings."

"As for the merits of each family, in order to make up for its shortcomings, I have not learned enough, and my knowledge is still shallow, so I dare not speak falsely."

"You need to read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and see all kinds of things, if you can realize the Tao at one time, you can dare to make a grand statement and proclaim it to the world."

The girl's eyes lit up when she heard this: "This is where Mr. Avenue is?" ”

Li Xiangyun shook his head and smiled: "It's just casual talk, don't take it seriously." ”

The scholar in the green shirt returned to his relaxed and idle appearance.

The delicate girl remembered the demeanor of his talking loudly in her heart.

The miserable moon shines coldly, and the boat travels on the surging dark river, which looks lonely and small, like a duckweed in the sky.

A faint, faint grimace imprint floated in front of the boat, guiding the way.

This is after coming to the long river of ghosts, Li Xiangyi used a secret method to stimulate the mark of the ghost river hidden in the body of the delicate girl, and only through it can the original owner be found.

The wooden man on the bow of the boat could not speak, and did not seem to have an independent consciousness, so if he wanted to change direction and increase or decrease his speed, he only had to throw the autumn harvest money into the ship's lamp.

Suddenly, the boat was enveloped in a thick fog that suddenly appeared.

Countless pale hands poked out of the thick fog, grabbing the boat from all directions, trying to overturn the boat, pulling Li Xiangyi, Hu Kexin, and even the wooden boatman into the thick fog.

It was the first time Hu Kexin had encountered this kind of scene, and he couldn't help but be frightened in his heart, and leaned closer to Li Xiangxin.

Li Xiangyun was very calm, as if he had expected it, and turned into a body protector with Haoran's qi to protect himself and the delicate girl.

At the same time, he recited the sage's article in his mouth: "The so-called Tao of Taihe, which contains the nature of ups and downs, ups and downs, movement and stillness, and phase sensing, is the beginning of life, swing, victory and defeat, bending and stretching......"

"The ghosts and gods, the ones who bend and stretch the back and forth of qi, the beginning of things, and the end of things, who can leave them behind......"

"Futu Ming ghost, it is said to be the death of knowledge, the cycle of birth, and then tired of suffering and seeking relief, can it be said that he knows ghosts?"

"Ghosts, return, return to the void of the ......"

The sage article recited by Li Xiangyun is "Zhang Zizhengmeng's Note", the Hengqu sage Zhang Zi's "Zhengmeng", and the later sage Mr. Chuanshan made the annotation, which combines the scriptures and righteousness of the two Confucian saints.

At this time, he recited, with the mighty qi as the body, there was the power of the brilliant Shengming coming out with the sound, and the infinite power of the Shengming was not only stirring in the boat, but also dispersed into the dense fog.

The big pale hands that grabbed the small boat, as soon as they touched the power of the Holy Ming, melted like ice and snow, and quickly disappeared.

In a few moments, all the big pale hands, along with the strange fog, disappeared.

The surroundings of the boat were restored to clarity, and the moon was still cold, and the river was rushing.

Li Xiangyun also removed the body protector Shengang, and the two continued to remain in a phantasm state.

Hu Ke's heart suddenly moved between his eyebrows, and his body shuddered.

"What's wrong?"

The delicate girl was a little dazed, and said a little uncomfortably: "I seem to know where the original owner who planted the ghost river mark on me is." ”

"And, there's a little bit of heartache."

Li Xiangyi frowned: "Heartache? ”

He used the [Great Yi Heavenly Machine Technique] to derive it, but there was no result, on this ghost dragging the long river, the yin and yang were chaotic, and the heavenly machine was unpredictable, and it was difficult to calculate.

He took out three autumn harvest coins and handed them to Hu Kexin, and said, "You come and throw it, tell the boatman with your heart, where to go." ”

The delicate girl nodded, and threw the three autumn harvest coins into the fish lamp together.

In the next moment, the whole boat was speeding into the air.

At the same time, the grimace marks floating on the bow of the ship were constantly twisting and shaking, as if they had been stimulated by something and wanted to come back to life.

About three quarters of an hour later, the boat passed through a wall of raging waves and came to a place that was even darker and gloomy with a mist of clouds.

In the depths of the dark mist, there was an island made of countless corpses.

On the island there is an altar made of white bones.

As soon as he came to this dark area, Hu Kexin's heartache was even stronger.

And when she got close to the island and saw the white bone altar, her whole heart became cramped, her body bent, and layers of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Li Xiangyun once again sent her a few rays of Haoran Qi to relieve her pain.

I also understand why she reacted this way.

On the altar of the small island, there was a huge black mist, sometimes turning into an ancient ghostly fox, sometimes turning into a strange giant mouth.

And under the black fog, on the white bone altar, there was a white fox with dried flesh and dry flesh and a withered body.

The origin aura emitted by the white fox was the same as the innate power in the delicate girl's body that had always protected her.

The girl's face was pale, and she looked at the white fox lying on the altar, and tears overflowed her eyes at some point.

"Mother's ......"