The water is calm, and all the waves are gone.

Just like the mirror lake in his heart, and the day became dark and oppressive, Li Bichen raised his head and suddenly found that all the light around and in the sky seemed to be fading.

Yes, they are fading, like a picture scroll, all the pictures that have been dyed with color will return to black and white, the light is fading, and at the same time, it is melodious, like the sound of a flute from eternity.

I don't know where it came from, I don't know where it sounded, but Li Bichen heard this flute, and his whole person stiffened for a moment.

There is no mercy in the dark sky, and the flute sings the snow and purifies the water dragon.

Li Bichen's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his gaze suddenly looked towards the captain, his gaze stayed on the three iron surfaces on the other party's waist.

Iron Mask ...... The Iron Face of the Stygian Princess!

The three masks, the first one, the hollowness of the eyebrows and eyes are curved, as if they are looking at Li Bichen and laughing wordlessly.

The second pair is a weeping face, the hollowness of the eyebrows and eyes is just the opposite of the first, it is bent downward, which reveals endless sadness and sadness.

The third, it was an expressionless face, and the two hollows were gentle, and indifferent to the extreme.

On the boat, the man with his hat bowed his head and three masks around his waist, and from the half of his face peeking out from under the hat, it could be seen that he was not wearing a mask, and had a long snow-white beard.

It's an old man.

This kind of scenery seems a little weird, in the dim world, the original turbulent Milky Way is like a magic barrier, calm and terrifying, and the surroundings are silent, extremely silent.

In this case, there was a captain with three pairs of iron faces of the Stygian Sea walking by, and whoever was standing here at this time was the peak of the human immortals, or the venerable of the immortals, and they were all covered in hair.

The Netherworld is not an ordinary place, once you enter the Stygian Sea, you can't come back, it's the place where the dead go, and it's also the place where the true soul is reincarnated.

Li Bichen was silent, staring at the old man at this time, and the old man didn't seem to see Yunlong at all, just silently holding the bamboo pole, and on the calm water, there were only ripples drawn by his bamboo pole, and there was no other movement.

The sound of the flute is still there, fluttering and flickering, I don't know where it came from, and while Li Bichen was staring at the captain, a trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart, this is not the fear of the captain himself, but the innate fear that all living beings have.

It was the fear of death.

Even those who face death calmly still have fear in their hearts, but it is only their courage to suppress the fear in their hearts and not come out to make trouble.

These are the seven emotions and six desires of a person himself, and even a person who has reached the sixth realm of the soul and the realm of forgetting it is difficult to erase it.

"Qingjing Sutra" operated independently in his heart, dispersing this negative emotion, Li Bichen's mind gradually calmed down, and at this moment, in the distant direction, in the depths of the fog, in the darkness, there seemed to be a figure.

The shadow was carrying a lantern, swaying and falling, as if he was lost, and the old man was holding the boat over, about to disappear from Li Bichen's field of vision.

"Whew-"

Yunlong also felt frightened, she whispered for some reason, and it was this action that made the old man turn his head.

The hat was slightly raised, revealing deep eyes, in which there was no cloudiness, only clarity and indifference.

That face finally appeared in Li Bichen's eyes, and at this moment, Li Bichen's heartbeat almost stopped trembling!

Li Bichen stood up straight suddenly, his whole body stiffened!

That face is all too familiar!

That face will never be forgotten by yourself!

Li Bichen trembled his teeth, even if he had met a Heartless Daoist, he was not so shocked and shocked, but the person who appeared at this time was indeed able to make him fluctuate so much, and even the Qingjing Sutra could not suppress the fear in his heart.

The appearance of this captain is exactly the same as that of the old Taoist priest on the peak of Huashan Mountain.

"You..... Who are you!?"

Li Bichen was shocked, almost forgot to think, and subconsciously blurted out this sentence, and the old man didn't look at Li Bichen at all, just stared at Yunlong, muttered two sentences repeatedly, and finally shook his head and said a word.

"The depths of the outer path are the netherworld...... Where did you come from, where do you go back, this is the boundary between the living and the dead, you little dragon, I'm afraid you are not yet a hundred years old, and if you go inside, you will become the same fate as that shadow. ”

The old man sighed, then turned his head, and did not speak again, but walked towards the shadow carrying the lantern in the fog in the distance, and the bamboo pole slowly stroked in his hand, causing a ripple, and the fog suddenly converged, as if to completely obscure the place.

"Wait, do you remember me!"

Li Bichen shouted, and the old man seemed to regard Li Bichen as air, and his body did not move at all, so he disappeared into the depths of the sea of fog.

"Old way....... Do you remember the "Jing Jing Sutra"!"

Li Bichen's voice came into the fog, and this time, the three words of Qingjing Jing did come out of his mouth, and at the edge of the fog, the old man finally stopped moving.

The shadow in the distance was still shaking the lantern, and the old man turned his head, and at that moment, his gaze seemed to have passed through the green sky of all things, spanning thousands of years, and even time could not resist this gaze.

He opened his mouth, and his tone did not fluctuate without any fluctuations, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Why bother talking to the living dead, the living?"

"The Sutra of Tranquility..... What does the Supreme Law have to do with me?"

"I don't know you, and you don't have to recognize me, maybe the I you see is not who I am now. In the past and future, time has passed through the ages, and in the long river of those years, everyone must play their role in their own years. ”

Li Bichen was stunned when he heard this: "In their respective years, play their own roles....... You.... You really don't remember me?"

"Then you were in Huashan back then..... No, that's the future......"

Li Bichen suddenly spoke a little incoherently, and the light and shadow flashed in his eyes, which made him feel a little painful, and he didn't know if those were the past or the future.

The old man took off the hat, his eyes were indifferent, and at this time he revealed his true appearance, which was indeed the same as that of the old Taoist.

"Some people reverse the time, preach the past from the future, some people cross the long river of time, and counterattack the future from the past, but all these have prerequisites, and not everyone can cross the long river of time. ”

"I don't know you, you don't have to ask, the living and the living dead, born in the two worlds of yin and yang, but never see each other, there will be difficulties in talking too much, go back." ”

The old man felt that he had said enough, and this time, his body was completely hidden in the clouds, and the lantern in the distance seemed to become a little brighter.

Li Bichen didn't know what to say at this time, so he could only look into the distance with his eyes, and it was at this time that Li Bichen realized that this fog was so thick, and what lantern could cast the light into the outside world through this thick fog?

Who is the shadow with the lantern? The living dead? Not the dead?