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Legend has it, people will pass through the capital city when they die, and then step into the ghost gate, after passing the ghost gate, it is the Huangquan Road, the two sides of the road are full of flowers that only see the flowers and no leaves, the end of the Huangquan Road, is a bridge, it is the Nai He Bridge, a river under the bridge that ten thousand souls gather into, called the Lechuan River. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, the head of the bridge is a stone, called Sansheng Stone, which records people's past and present lives.

Next to the Sansheng Stone, there is a person standing, called Meng Po.

After drinking the Meng Po soup, you will step into reincarnation, and according to the good and evil in this life, the king of Hades will determine where to be reincarnated in the next life.

At this time, Wang Chuan felt that his body was empty, and he didn't know where to drift with the yin wind.

Suddenly, a gloomy and strange city gate appeared in front of Wang Chuan, and three blood-red characters hung on the gatehouse, Yudu City!

As soon as the yin wind blew, Wang Chuan's consciousness suddenly woke up, how did I come to Xudu City?!

When learning art with Patriarch Subodhi, Patriarch Subodhi warned him in every way that he could go anywhere in the world, and he should not set foot in the capital city!

It means that as long as you step into the city of Xudu and enter the reincarnation channel managed by the king of Hades, then there is only one way to reincarnation, and even the powerful Su Bodhi Patriarch has repeatedly warned you, which shows the depth of the danger in this underworld.

"Could it be that I'm really dead?!"

Wang Chuan was stunned, Lao Tzu had just crossed over and achieved cultivation, so he was so gameover?

But the strange thing is, why don't you see black and white impermanence to hook the soul?

No matter what Wang Chuan thought, his body fluttered uncontrollably, floated past the city gate, and came to Huangquan Road.

This Huangquan Road is actually the edge of the Netherworld, extending through the Netherworld to the Lethe River, and going down along the Lethe River to the end of the Lethe River, which is the branch of the Styx, which is the only way for all kinds of ghosts to be reincarnated.

This Huangquan Road is full of yin wind that can scrape the skin and tear off the bones, even if the immortal body comes here, it is difficult to resist, but the flowers on both sides of the road can resist the erosion of the yin wind, but this flower on the other side is only effective for the soul body, which also makes Wang Chuan have the capital to resist the yin wind.

Along the Huangquan Road until the end, you will see the terrifying Nai He Bridge, the river under the bridge is churning, the blood-yellow river water, the lonely ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, insects and snakes are all over the place, the fishy wind blows on the face, from time to time there are monstrous blood waves tumbling out of the river, and the wailing sound of the ghosts in the river resounded through the netherworld.

Wang Chuan looked at the Nai He Bridge, which is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the lower layer is black, which represents the weight of karma.

What is karma, it is the product of the offsetting of the killing and merit created by people in this life, if it is evil all your life, life is not stopped, and evil is endless, then congratulations, your karma is black and shiny, you can only go to the bottom layer of the bridge, you don't even need to be judged, you go directly to hell, you can't be reincarnated, and your luck may be pulled down by the ghosts in the Lechuan River under the bridge, and then you will be in the same stream with them.

Wang Chuan didn't come to the underworld through black and white impermanence, so he didn't know how much his own karma was, so he stepped directly into the first layer.

After smoothly crossing the Naihe Bridge, Wang Chuan looked around and found that there was no difference from the mortal bridge, and he looked for it, but he did not find the legendary Meng Po.

Meng Po, Meng Po, who has been handed down for thousands of years, is holding a bowl of soup, shouldn't this be a normal script, people?

However, although Wang Chuan has a small regret, but it is not a big problem, he is a black account, and it is normal to not get normal treatment, I feel it, although I am now a soul body, but the mana in my body can still be mobilized, I hope that the king of Yama will know each other, otherwise, I can't say that I will have to learn like a monkey and make a fuss.

He suddenly thought that what he was worse than a monkey now was mana, and other supernatural powers were almost the same, and the monkey could make a big fuss in the underworld and modify the book of life and death, and he must be able to do it too.

Then, the panic at the beginning was completely gone at this moment, and Wang Chuan was in a leisurely mood like a day trip to the underworld.

Just as he was about to raise his legs and walk forward, suddenly an ethereal voice sounded from his side without warning: "Little brother, please stay." ”

Wang Chuan was shocked, and turned around suddenly, but saw a woman with a vague face and a graceful figure appear on the side of the bridge, thinking that he walked over lightly.

"I'll go, hell. ”

In the past, he always used the word ghost to express surprise, but when he really saw a ghost this time, Wang Chuan was taken aback in his heart.

This female ghost god didn't know that Wang Chuan appeared unconsciously, although she had mana in her body, but she didn't feel it at all, if she wanted to attack herself......

Thinking of this, Wang Chuan's cold sweat broke out.

"May I ask ...... girl?"

Wang Chuan arched his hand, took a half step back, there is a way to be polite, many people are not to blame, and it is not strange if you want to come to the ghost, and you don't want to hit the smiling face when you reach out.

This woman's breath was erratic, Wang Chuan couldn't see her specific cultivation, and he couldn't see her face clearly, which made his heart even more surprised.

"Little brother, dare to ask who you respect?"

The woman opened her mouth, her voice ethereal and distant, but her words made Wang Chuan dazed for a while.

Did you meet an acquaintance?

But after thinking about it carefully, Wang Chuan was sure that he hadn't seen her, but he didn't know what she meant by asking.

"Family teacher Lingtai Fangcun Mountain Patriarch Su Bodhi, dare to ask this girl who you are?"

"Subodhi?"

The woman sneered, and did not answer Wang Chuan, but said to herself: "Illusory Bodhi? Hmph, what a thick skin!"

Wang Chuan: "......"

This eldest sister is rude.

"Little brother, let me ask you again, where did this red demon pill come from on your body?"

At this time, Wang Chuan said that he was very broken, am I the protagonist, okay, how can I have some special treatment, you don't answer your questions, and ask me rhetorically, and all the questions are inexplicable.

It hurts me.

This woman can see through the Fa Dan in her body at a glance, no, it is a demon pill, and her strength can be described as unfathomable.

Therefore, although Wang Chuan was very reluctant, but in view of the fact that the strength of this woman was not clear, and it was estimated that this was someone else's territory, as the saying goes, a strong snake does not suppress the dragon, Wang Chuan decided to be honest.

Low-key is king.

Wang Chuan, who had a bit of Ah Q spirit, said again in a respectful voice: "The juniors don't know what's going on, and the inexplicable Fa Dan has become like this. ”

Although he decided to confess honestly, Wang Chuan still deliberately concealed some facts, that is, the mutation of the meridians in his body.

"Is it a gift from God? Master, is this person your chosen successor? But this strength ......."

The woman frowned, as if she was a little disgusted with Wang Chuan's strength, and in that look, Wang Chuan had a sense of déjà vu when a dog saw a puddle of.

Sadly, I am the latter.