Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 170
I was dragged away for a long time by black and white, and finally came to a big river.

"Is this the Wangchuan River?" I asked.

"That's right. This is the Wangchuan River that your Mo Dao Breaking Army cut off." The Xunyang judge replied.

The Wangchuan River is tens of feet wide, the river water is blood-yellow, full of poisonous insects, and the ups and downs in the water are all evil spirits who cannot be reincarnated.

The fishy wind hits the face, which is daunting.

Not only are the evil spirits in the river frightening, but the river itself is full of evil spirits transformed from resentment, which is very murderous.

According to the legend, the water of the Wangchuan River is not to be touched, it can rot bones and eat souls, but it will not annihilate consciousness, and live in pain forever.

Back then, Pojun cut off the Wangchuan River with a single knife, and hundreds of millions of evil spirits rushed out of the river, slaughtering the land of Yinsi.

The upper reaches of the Wangchuan River burst into a sea because the river water couldn't vent, and the river water besieged the Xizhong Mountain of the Western Ghost Emperor.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the Yin Division took away countless living souls from the mortal world, but because of the saber of breaking the army, all of them were lost.

"The anger of the broken army is comparable to the catastrophe of the floating slaughter in the sea of ​​blood. I don't know how many ghost soldiers and ghost generals have fallen, and even the ghost emperor of the West has been replaced." The patrolling judge said with emotion while looking at the Wangchuan River.

In the beginning, Sizhong Mountain was under the jurisdiction of the Ghost Emperor Zhenren. Because of the disaster of breaking the army, Wang Zhenren lost the throne and Zhao Wenhe was replaced as the new Ghost Emperor.

"Then what is Daoist Wang doing now?" I asked.

"So far, he has been imprisoned in the No.18 hell of the Yin Division, but after Zhou Qi succeeds the Northern Yin Emperor, he may be born soon."

"Zhou Qi? Isn't he the Central Ghost Emperor? How did he become the Great Beiyin Emperor?"

"The Great Emperor of Beiyin changed every three thousand ones. If it wasn't for the reason of the end of the Dharma Era, he would have changed people a long time ago."

This is the first time I heard the news about Xunyang Judge. Before that, I thought that the Great Emperor of Beiyin was still a Buddha.

I found out later that I don't know that the Yin Division has changed its supreme leader, and the Taoist ancestors of both human and immortal realms can't retreat.

"The catastrophe in the world is still going on. I wonder how the Blood Sea Stupa in the Underworld is doing now?" I asked.

"It's not something you worry about." The patrol judge directly avoided my topic.

Go west along the Wangchuan River until you reach the Naihe Bridge.

On both sides of the Naihe Bridge, there are fluffy Bianhua flowers growing on the banks of the river. At this time, it is in the blooming season. The color of the flowers is scarlet and exudes an attractive fragrance.

Bianhua, also known as Manjusawa, is the most depressing flower in the world.

Halfway to the Naihe Bridge, I saw a beautiful woman standing by the bridge, staring sadly at the Wangchuan River under the bridge.

The Bridge of Naihe is the end point of memory, and all past events will come to mind when crossing the bridge.

I think she must have remembered the unforgettable past and didn't want to forget it.

Just when I was about to pass by her, the Qingli woman suddenly jumped off the Naihe Bridge.

As soon as her body fell into the water, countless evil spirits rushed over and bit her yin body.

The woman screamed desperately, showing a remorseful expression.

But the more she regretted it, the more vicious the evil spirits bit her, and soon devoured her yin body...

If you want to cross the Naihe bridge, you have to drink Mengpo soup to forget all the past, and you can't cross the Naihe bridge without drinking Mengpo soup.

In order to meet your favorite in this life in the next life, you don’t need to drink Mengpo soup, then you have to jump into the Wangchuan River and wait for thousands of years to reincarnate.

After a thousand years, if your mind is immortal and you can still remember the past life, you can re-enter the world to find the person you loved most in the previous life.

It's a pity, there are many people who jumped off the Wangchuan River throughout the ages, and how many of them can reappear in front of the person they loved the most in their previous lives?

Just like the woman in front of me, as long as there is even a little bit of wavering in her mind, or even a little bit of remorse, she will be swallowed up by the evil ghost in an instant. "Has anyone ever jumped into the Wangchuan River and survived?" I asked.

"You can ask Po Meng Tianzun this question later, I can't give you the answer."

Talking and talking, we have come to Mengpo Tianzun.

Unlike the rumors, Po Meng is not an old woman, she is very young.

It's just that her face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

Other than that, there is nothing special about it, it is hard to believe that she will be a Heavenly Venerable.

Seeing me, Granny Meng put down the spoon in her hand, and it turned out that those souls crossing the bridge were also intercepted by Black and White Wuchang.

The Xunyang judge walked up to Po Meng and bowed in front of Tianzun, and said, "I have seen Tianzun, and I have brought him."

"Well, you did a good job. You stay here for a while and stand by for me for a while."

"No." The patrol judge answered.

"Xie Lan, come with me." Granny Meng said to me.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Resurrection Cliff."

The other end of the Naihe Bridge leads to the Resurrection Cliff.

Huanhun Cliff is a lonely peak, independent of the world.

My consciousness is superficial, and I have no feeling when climbing a mountain. I feel light in the clouds and mist, and I have reached the top of the mountain without knowing it.

Standing on the cliff and looking down, I saw clouds and fog under the cliff, and I couldn't see the end at a glance.

"Is this the Resurrection Cliff?" I asked.

"That's right, the patriarch of the Demon Dao fell here."

Resurrection Cliff, the place where the ancestor of the devil died in battle.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the demonic way fought against the top heavenly gods of Yinsi, Humanity, and Immortal by himself here, and was finally severely injured by the Beiyin Emperor, and died.

The Patriarch of Demonic Dao was extremely powerful in battle, if he hadn't been destroyed by Tianfa's killing intent before coming to Yinsi, half of his Taoism was destroyed, the victory of this victory is still unknown.

Just when I was feeling sad for the Taoist ancestor, a grand and distant voice suddenly resounded from the soul-calling banner in the entrance.

The Patriarch of the Devil Dao, has fallen.

This is not the real voice of the summoning banner, but an echo from history.

The Patriarch of Demon Dao himself is the bearer of the banner, and his death will not be recorded in the summoning banner.

It was after I came here that the soul-calling banner gave birth to the induction, and the news of the death of the Taoist ancestor came out 3000 years later, just like the soul-calling banner announced the death of the ancient moon demon.

"Back then, in the way of the devil, killing the wolf, three directions and four beings sitting in the palace of life, no one in the world can stop him. But he was completely defeated in the end, and he became Xiyi and returned to heaven and earth. You are far inferior to him in talent, why do you have to repeat the same mistakes?" Meng Po asked.

"The world cannot live without magic." I thought for a while and said.

"Your three souls are separated, and you have no seven souls. As long as you are willing to hand over the devil's soul-calling flag and the seven-kill monument, I will help you reunite the three souls and seven souls, and let you return to the world."

"What if I don't want to?"

"This is where you will be buried."

"Before I kill me, can I ask you a question?"

"go ahead."

"You have guarded the Naihe Bridge for so many years, have you ever seen someone who jumped off the Wangchuan River and survived?"

Po Meng fell into deep thought and said after a long time, "There is only one."

"Who?" I asked.

"Emperor Beiyin."

The current Beiyin Emperor has changed to Zhou Qi, and the former in Meng Po's mouth refers to the real body of the Buddha.

The person she can't forget in her heart is naturally the Patriarch of Demon Dao.

"Since you are willing to jump down the Wangchuan River for the Patriarch of the Devil Dao, you must love him deeply, why kill him?" I asked.

"You're wrong, the Great Emperor Beiyin didn't want to kill Taoist Ancestor, but to save him." Meng Po said.

"save him?"

"good."

Meng Po said that the patriarch of the Demon Dao had already been deeply tabooed by the Dao of Heaven at that time, and only one death could appease the anger of Dao of Heaven.

So she joined forces with Humanity and Immortal Dao to coerce the Patriarch of Demonic Dao to drink Mengpo soup with her life-and-death crisis.The Beiyin Emperor's original intention was very simple, he wanted the Patriarch of the Demon Dao to drink Meng Po soup, then jump off and reincarnate as a human being, so that the Dao of Heaven would let him go.

"Has the master of the devil drank Mengpo soup?" I couldn't help asking when I heard this.

"Drink it, I saw him drink it with my own eyes, and I still filled it with my own hands, but something happened."

"What accident?"

Meng Po said that after drinking Meng Po's soup, the patriarch of the Demon Dao walked towards the Huanhun Cliff in a daze at first.

But when he was only one step away from the Cliff of Resurrection, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said a word.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself."

"My question is over, you can do it." After I finished speaking, I closed my eyes.

My choice was the same as that of the Patriarch of the Devil Dao. He would rather die than jump off the Cliff of Resurrection, and seek a chance of survival under the mercy of the Dao of Heaven.

The soul-calling banner is the foundation of the demonic way, unless I die, I will never hand it over.Otherwise, I will feel sorry for those heroic spirits who died fighting for the Demon Dao, and I will feel sorry for the eternally popular disciples of the Demon Dao.

The Seven Kills Monument carries the teachings of the devil. I feel the same for the ghosts in the ghost market. The world cannot live without the devil, and I will not hand it over.

Either of these two things is worth my life to protect. Po Meng wants to give them all, it's just a dream.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't see Granny Meng kill me.

Just when I opened my eyes, I happened to see Buddha kissing me with a pill in his lips...

(End of this chapter)