Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 379
Step, step, step.

The tall, jet-black horse was like lightning, quickly tearing through the thick fog.

The whole body is like iron-colored cold hills and mountains rolling up and down, and the rugged trails are covered with thorns like iron thorns.

From time to time, a viscous slurry flowed down, like a winding snake.

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid there would be nowhere to stay.

With every step he took, his flesh would be scratched, bringing out bright red blood.

The black-colored big horse that can be the leader, however, is not affected at all like walking on flat ground.

Only if you look carefully, you will find that the horse with flying mane and extraordinary steed is actually light and light, as if trampling on the wind.

"Hee hee, this paper horse is actually no different from the real one.

Fortunately, the master invited two strange people, otherwise, the copper mountain and iron thorns outside the underworld would be enough to stop us! "

Yang Ping'er was wearing a white dress, floating like a fairy, and the big black horse she sat on was pitch black with the smoke from the candle wax.

Then I drew a long and narrow face with cinnabar, and added two more dots as eyeballs.

Only in this way can there be the miraculous effect of "an old horse knows the way", which can bring living people to the underworld.

"There is also a big river ahead, called the 'Baigu River', in which there are countless corpses, sinking and floating.

Among them, the water is turbulent, killing the ghosts, and when the river is crossed, the paper horse will no longer work, and another method must be found. "

An old voice sounded slowly, and a soft sedan quickly caught up with the black horse.

The four pale-faced paper figurines walked like flying, and they were all lifted by the billowing Yin Qi, and their speed was no less than that of paper horses.

Inside sat a gloomy old man with white beard and hair, with a bitter face and hanging eyebrows.

"The art of paper people and paper horses can only go wrong, but it is difficult to pass.

According to the rumors, there are seven passes in the underworld, Wangxiang Terrace, Huangquan Road, Ghost Gate Pass, Three Rivers Bank, Egou Ridge, Mihun Temple, and Meng Po Tang.

After passing all the seven levels, the three souls and seven souls will be exhausted before they can be reincarnated.

There are even people with extraordinary heels, who will be extradited to Fengdu City of Death in vain, where their merits and virtues will be canceled and their next life will be reset.

Fortunately, we don't have to go deep into the underworld, we didn't even get to Wangxiang Terrace.

Otherwise, even if Master Bingqing gave great benefits.

I don't even dare to make this trip! "

Another soft sedan swayed and came flying in every now and then. The chicken-skinned and white-haired old woman opened the white curtain and said in a dark voice.

"According to what the first patriarch said, the Immortal Cave Mansion sank into the River of Forgetfulness, and only when the Nai River was diverted would it be washed out.

It was still a while ago, but not long ago, there seemed to be a change in the Yin world, and the earth's energy surged up, revealing the clues. "

Yang Ping'er turned around, smiled and looked at the two old men who didn't look like good stubble, and said softly:
"Fortunately, there are two elders to help, otherwise, with Ping'er and Brother Huaiying alone, it would be difficult to find the direction, let alone find the cave."

These two decaying old men who suffered and hated deeply are also people in the Yinmen.

One is a paper maker, and the other is a shadow walker.

In the early years, he broke the rules of the industry and killed seven or eight innocent people.

Because of fear of being punished, he abolished his cultivation base.

They simply defected together and hid in the deep mountains and old forests.

Now taking shelter in Shuiyun Nunnery, it just comes in handy.

Tread, tread, and the sound of hurried hooves.

Xu Huaiying, who fell behind, looked displeased, with a thin white paper donkey under his crotch.

After finally catching up with a group of three people, he couldn't help asking in a cold voice:

"Aren't you two deliberately entertaining me? Why is Ping'er riding a horse and you and others sitting in a sedan chair, while I'm just a slow-moving donkey?"

I am also the direct heir of Zhenwu Mountain, how can I not have a horse?
"Xu Daochang, this time I was in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare.

There are only two sedan chairs, one horse and one donkey.

You just make do with it, anyway, the Copper Mountain and Iron Thorn are almost gone. "

The gloomy old man with a bitter face stroked his beard, and replied perfunctorily in a stiff tone.

"Going through the shadows, how can there be so many particulars.

It's also because the old man didn't think carefully enough, forgetting that Xu Daochang is the direct heir of Zhenwu Mountain, a body of a thousand gold.

Traveling since I was a child, I am afraid that they are all in carriages and soft sedan chairs.

Let Daoist Xu ride a donkey, it is indeed a neglect. "

The goose-skinned and white-haired old woman narrowed her eyes, her voice was hoarse like a night owl, and she echoed with a strange air.

"Singing and harmonizing, two damn old killers!"

Xu Huaiying's brows were full of evil spirits, and the jade ruyi floating above her head fell into a clear light, wishing to kill the three souls and seven souls of these two dogs on the spot!
"Worry Shaman of the White Bone River, if there is no yin gate spell, you can't find the ferryman, even if the master of the five realms comes, you won't be able to get through."

The gloomy old man sitting in the sedan chair smiled coldly, as if reminding Xu Huaiying not to be distracted.

"Brother Huaiying, if you don't mind, then switch with Ping'er."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Yang Ping'er smoothed things over and said softly.

"No, I'm just worried that riding this donkey will go too slowly and delay the process.

It is difficult for living people to stay in the underworld for a long time. When the sky in the underworld becomes white and the rooster sings, if we cannot go back, the consequences will be very serious. "

In front of the beauty, how could Xu Huaiying lose his bearing, coldly glanced at the two elders in the vulva, and then returned to his gentle look.

"Ping'er knew that Taoist Brother Huaiying is a sensible person, not a reckless man who can't tell the difference between the serious and the serious.

The two elders don't say a few words, once the Iron Thorn and Copper Mountain passes, it will be a river of bones.

At that time, I will have to rely on the two of you. "

The gloomy old man snorted and lowered the car curtain.

After a brief pause, the paper horse, paper donkey, paper man and paper sedan chair set off again.

The black and low copper mountain was quickly left behind.

As it got deeper, the yin and cold air rolled like a tide, squeezing from all directions.

Like the scorched black ashes of burnt paper money, dancing all over the sky, there is a strange aura in it, which makes people afraid to get a little bit contaminated.

Crossing the continuous copper mountain covered with iron thorns is a gloomy road paved with piles of white bones.

Looking around, it seems endless, leading to an unknown place.

"White Bone Road sees the great river... Before the Yin World sinks, the vast number of ghosts will go this way.

Do you know why incense sticks and paper money are all stamped with the seal of "Yinsi Chenghuang, Emperor Fengdu"?
This is called Lu Yin, without such a thing as evidence, ghosts will never be able to complete the road of bones. "

With a big wave of his hand, the gloomy old man put away the paper figurine and paper sedan chair, and shook out several stacks of yellow and white paper.

Sure enough, the big seal of the Town God's Temple was stamped on it.

Everyone took one, put it in their hands, and walked forward along the road of bones.

It didn't take long to reach the end of the line and saw a dilapidated dilapidated restaurant.

Xu Huaiying took a closer look, and found that the walls were made of mottled human bones, the yellowed and slightly curly human skin was used as a flag, and the cups were made of rotting human heads.

"Evil heretics! Playing tricks!"

He showed no fear, puffed out his chest and shouted in a cold voice.

In the land of the underworld, how could there be wine shops?

Do those lonely ghosts also want to eat and drink?

The lineage of Qingxuan Jiuyang God of Zhenwu Mountain has always taken the mission of destroying evil spirits.

Immediately, a thunderbolt will be sent out to destroy this evil dilapidated wine shop!
"Don't move around! Daoist Xu, this is a place where bull-headed horse-faced, black and white impermanence have rested their feet!
According to legend, when the righteous way was prosperous in ancient times, many powerful monks could go in and out of the nether world. Frightened by the iron law of the two worlds separated by the underworld, they would not step over the Wangxiangtai.

Therefore, there is this restaurant.

People, ghosts, and ghosts have all stayed here before!

Don't move around, if you provoke the prowling ghosts of the underworld, we will all die here! "

The old woman shouted sharply at the top of her voice.

"The righteous god of the Yin Division? Is there really a surviving emperor today? Before the ancient kalpa, the heavens collapsed, and the Yin Division also fell.

The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, leaving only spiritual remnants, branding the void.

The entity is long gone. "

Xu Huaiying glanced sideways, as if he didn't care, but he took two steps back to hold his breath in time.

"The underworld can't always be theorized! Before the ancient catastrophe, the underworld, which together with the heavens ruled the universe and divided the three realms, just occupied the place of the underworld!

Among the shady people, there was even some kind of speculation.

It is believed that all righteous gods in the Yin Division may no longer exist.

But... the Yin world may have bred great terror since ancient times.

Otherwise, why did the emperors, who were in the position of gods, divide the three realms and separate humans, gods, and ghosts? "

The old woman's tone revealed heart palpitations, like them, low-level people who deal with ghosts and ghosts all day long, are extremely taboo about ancient times, secret taboos that have been handed down from ancient times to the present.

"Whether the Yin Division still exists or not, there is still no definite answer. Anyway, the road to the underworld is broken, the ghost gate is closed, and no one has entered it for 3000 years.

But when I was walking in the countryside with my master, I saw Yin soldiers make excuses!

The mountains and plains are full of ghosts, killing soaring to the sky!
If the Yin Division is really gone, where did those ghost soldiers come from? "

The gloomy old man looked scared, and said to Xu Huaiying angrily:

"All in all, go through the shadows and pass the test, be careful in everything!
Ahead is the Bone River, let's quickly find a ferryman! "

Yang Ping'er was fascinated by the sound, and took a deep look at the wine shop.

Out of caution, did not choose to go in.

After casually comforting Xu Huaiying with a few words, he followed the footsteps of the two elders.

"Old Shacai, when we return to the world... you guys look good!"

Xu Huaiying cursed fiercely, unaware that her temperament became more extreme.

Crash, clatter!

A big river has wide waves!

The dark, cold, turbulent waves and turbid currents lie ahead, turning up large pieces of white bones and corpses from time to time, washing them to the shore.

"After crossing the Baigu River, you will find the Xiaoshen Mountain where the real person's cave is hidden."

Yang Ping'er turned her wonderful eyes lightly, as if searching for the ferryman here.

"There are many rivers and rivers in the Yin world, most of which originate from the three rivers of Nai River, Wangchuan, and Huangquan.

Only ferrymen can cross the underworld of the Styx, and they are also considered a kind of underworld.

There are several ways to get on a boat.

Yangjian people, use life yuan to offset.

If you are a ghost after death, you must prepare passing money. "

The taut-faced old woman sighed softly, if she didn't owe Shuiyunan's favor, she would have taken shelter under that sect.

She will not accept this drudgery.

Standing on the bank of the Bone River, the old woman in black sang loudly in a mournful tone:
"Hold a stick of incense in your hand, the ash rises to nine days, the door is hung with New Year's paper, and the second door is hung with white flags..."

The old woman beat her chest and stamped her feet, her voice was so miserable that it sounded like someone had died at home.

The other gloomy old man was sprinkled with ghost paper all over the sky.

A dark wind blew up and brought it to the fast-flowing Baigu River.

As the crying sound became louder, a vague figure appeared in the thick fog.

It holds a long pole and wears a bamboo hat. Its surface is covered with a layer of scorched black fly ash, and its specific face cannot be seen clearly.

"First come, first come, cross the river and get on the boat, people in the yang world lose their lives, and souls in the yin world give money!"

The ferryman's voice was hoarse, and he poked lightly on the pole in his hand, and the flat boat under his feet was like an arrow from the string, reaching the river bank quickly and urgently.

"Su Nu and Daoist Xu go there, we won't be needed after crossing the Baigu River.

Dare to ask the boatman, how much life will be lost? "

The old woman, who was a shady person, looked very unsightly, but there was nothing she could do.

She seemed to be very old, with chicken skin and gray hair, like a decayed old man who was seven or eighty years old.

In fact, he is only 42 years old. The reason why he looks so old is because of his life.

"It's still the same, every time one person is carried, three years' lifespan will be discounted."

The ferryman replied sternly.

"Okay! Three years... I gave it!"

The old woman was in extreme heartache, and her heart was like a knife.

Going back and forth this time is equivalent to removing 12 years of Yangshou.

But since he promised Mrs. Bingqing of Shuiyun Nunnery to take over this errand, he couldn't give up halfway.

Otherwise, return to Yangjian.

There is no place to hide anymore, and the door will be cleared by the vagina immediately.

The old woman's flesh was trembling, and she took out a small knife from nowhere, cut off two pieces of flesh, and presented them to the ferryman with both hands.

A living person goes to hell, but the soul leaves the body.

Therefore, the cut off meat is not the real thing, but a part of the three souls and seven souls.

"Get on the boat, sit tight, and cross the river!"

The ferryman didn't talk nonsense, and put two pieces of "meat" into the fish basket.

The long pole pierced into the heart of the river, carrying Yang Ping'er and Xu Huaiying to the opposite bank.

"12 years, 12 years! It's gone now! I don't have many years left in my life!"

The old woman writhed all over in pain, cursing incessantly:
"It's all your fault, you bastard, you used the essence and blood of living people to make paper to raise evil creatures, and you tricked me into stealing Zimen's method of raising evil spirits!
This is how it ended up! "

The gloomy old man frowned and walked towards the bone road. The wind on the riverside was too heavy, and the taboo magic weapon would not last long.

"If you had listened to my advice and secretly found some beggars and refugees, and used them to make yin weapons, nothing would have happened.

In pursuit of quickness, he actually stole the big family in the city, and the baby born in the cloudy year and the moon was cloudy to make great pills..."

Both of them were devoid of conscience, they complained to each other, one helped the other, and then turned back to the dilapidated wine shop.

The gloomy wind blows the human skin flag, and piles of white bones roll down.

They didn't dare to enter the door, for fear of being contaminated with great terror.

The ghost knows whether there is any trace of breath left by the bull-headed and horse-faced bull-headed horse-faced, black and white impermanence, these sinister and righteous gods that have existed since ancient times!
Those who occupy the position of gods are classified as the ancients of the emperor.

It is definitely not a small character who is called around in some biographical essays.

That is the righteous god of the underworld who really controls life and death, and seduces people's lives!
Ding dong, ding dong.

It seems that there is a Dharma bell shaking, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds are looming.

The originally gloomy and foggy weather suddenly rolled back to both sides.

The road paved with layers of bones like a mountain of bones under his feet trembled.

Skulls, as if weathered, were all broken and crushed into powder.

As if inspired, the human leather flags in the wine shop fluttered.

The originally closed door opened automatically without wind.

Like welcoming a certain important person?

return?

"Yin division... righteous god?"

"Parade?"

The two vulva scum looked at each other in blank dismay, terrified to the extreme.

Could it be that I am really so unlucky?

Just happened to see the Yin Division Zhengshen parade?

Tau?Or horse noodles?
Don't meet the two masters of black and white impermanence!

They were beating drums in their hearts, shrunk their bodies, and stretched their necks again.

Nervous and frightened, he couldn't help looking towards Iron Thorn and Copper Mountain.

A moment later, the two saw with their own eyes a white horse in a big red python suit, stepping away from the billowing mist!

One can vaguely see beside him, two generals, one green and one red.

"Increase and loss two generals? God, could it be that Earth Store King Bodhisattva has come personally?"

Their eyes widened, still in disbelief.

Then the three souls and seven souls were so frightened that they almost disappeared on the spot.

(End of this chapter)