So What If You've Been Reborn?

The mournful cries continued, hovering in Wangxiang City, a large group of new ghosts came here, and many ghosts couldn't bear this lifeless life in the underworld, and went towards Wangchuan.

While leading the way, the official-robed ghost peeked at Chen He, and tentatively said, "This Xing Jietian, since he came to the underworld 500 years ago, has become a major disaster for Wangxiang City. He was a Mahayana demon cultivator when he was alive. Don't be afraid of the Yin Qi of Huangquan, and make up your mind to stay here to practice! But this person who cultivates karma, I have seen a lot, and he has never been so difficult and troublesome..."

Chen He's expression was indifferent, and the official-robed ghost couldn't see the clue.

Looking out, I saw a woman in red kneeling on the street, her face was full of tears, and she kept kowtowing as a pleading gesture.If this is placed in the human world, it is likely to sell one's body to save the father, and then the bully and chivalrous son of the yamen will appear.

But the dead people in this city are all ghosts, how can this be done?

Chen He slowed down his pace.

He was not interested in this woman begging in the street, but thought that he once led a group of demon cultivators around the city of Yuzhou. Ordinary people didn't know monks and thought he was some kind of powerful son.

Chen He has encountered the drama of selling one's body to bury one's relatives to save one's father. In fact, many people who sell their bodies don't need to do this at all. If you don't want to do anything, it means that the person has other plans.

The people coming and going before him, the shops with banners spreading out, and the woman begging and kneeling on the ground gave Chen He the illusion of returning to the world.

Although the fairy world is good, it is not easy to worry about.

Turning around this street, Chen He suddenly found that the whole alley was full of kneeling people, both men, women and children.

The young Taoist priest in the golden dan stage had already been entangled by that woman, and was squatting on the corner of the street listening to her cry with a sad face.

"This is?"

"Li Gui, I want to ask the monks to help me return to the sun for a few days to avenge myself. Who would be willing to do such a thing that damages the Tao and causes karma!" Cultivators, many of them were cultivated by relying on yin qi during their lifetime, and some are descendants of ancient gods and beasts, their eyes are higher than the top—”

The voice suddenly turned into a muffled hum.

The official-robed ghost was stabbed from behind, covered his head with a claw, smashed him to pieces, covered his face and howled miserably.

"You bastard, why are you slandering us?"

The giant snow-white dog stepped on the official robe ghost's body in disgust, and directly tore him in half. A human form is condensed in it.

"you!"

It was the giant dog's surprised cry that interrupted the anger of the official robe ghost: "Li Yan? Didn't you ascend?"

The big dog ran over and circled around Chen He in amazement.

"This is you, your soul is out of your body!" Tun Yue exclaimed.

Chen He frowned: "Have other immortals come to the Underworld?"

"Yeah, how do you know?" The big dog finished asking blankly, and then it patted its head with its paw, "Teng Bo let me see you people, and if you have something to say, ask him next time if you don't understand."

"..."

"If the immortals don't enter this Wangxiang City, they will go to the Huangquan Road of Guimenguan at most. They don't like to get close to the Wangchuan River. I only saw it once!"

The big dog stretched out its paw and showed him one.

Chen He: ...

"Later, the long-browed old man said that those guys had bad intentions and those who came were not kind, so let's stay away. In the past 100 years, I haven't even taken a step to look at Xiangcheng."

Chen He didn't speak. He heard Yin Carp mention the fairy world outside the trapped formation, and it was also turned upside down.

Thinking of the obviously biased tone of the official robe ghost when he mentioned Xing Jietian, Chen He had a vague guess.

He walked forward and only asked Tunyue: "Are there any Beixuan sects in Wangxiang?"

The big dog was stunned, and thought hard: "No, they have been dead for 1000 years, and there is no karma that can't be washed away. They have already crossed the Naihe bridge to reincarnate. Hey, what you asked, the last time That fairy said it too."

Before Chen Ho could react, Tun Yue shouted angrily at the official-robed ghost: "You still want to leave?"

With a slap of the palm, the scurrying ghost turned into a black mist and disappeared without a trace.

"This guy, I don't know how long he has been in the underworld. He has such a set of cultivation methods, but he can only be arrogant among the dead." The big dog snorted disdainfully.

"Where's Xing Litian?"

"Going to Wangxiangtai to look at the human world and see his junior brother gone. It's just unnecessary. Zhan Yuanqiu is pampered in the human world, and the whole cultivation world has to follow his wishes. What can happen? Today is a coincidence. Teng Bo came from the human world Look at me, I didn't expect you to come from the fairy world and go to the old Taoist Changmei to have fun..."

The big dog's voice stopped abruptly, because when it turned its head, it found that Chen Ho had gone far away.

——Looking in the direction of Xiangcheng.

The Venerable Tun Yue in the past could only touch his nose and say to himself: "There is really nothing good to do in this ghost city. If it wasn't for Teng Bo who couldn't die and stay in the human world, I should have been reincarnated a long time ago."

For Tunyue, meeting Chen He was just a rare event, and there was nothing worth talking about.

As soon as it turned around, it put this matter behind it, and continued to happily wait for the Gu King to pass through the gate of hell to see him.

Dead and alive, the biggest difference is that you can't bask in the sun, and you can't look at the moon.

"The old man's paper money was stolen again!" The wailing from far to near was extremely ear-piercing.

The big dog scratched its ears with its paws, lay down on the ground, and said lazily: "It's not worth much, if it's less, it's less."

In Huangquan Difu, there is actually no need for paper money at all, because there is nothing to sell, and the shops are just appearances. Like houses and houses, they are all made by ghosts hoping that this place will be more like the world.

In the underworld, there is no Yan Luo that ordinary people talk about, and there are no eighteen levels of hell.

There is only one Wangchuan River, and ghosts haunted by evil thoughts will be dragged down the river and never be able to go ashore.

Wangxiang City by the river is like a bustling scene in the world, and the ghosts staying here use ridiculous ways to distinguish them from Wangchuan.

If you have not crossed the Naihe Bridge, you will not enter reincarnation.

They just died, and they haven't completely forgotten their past.

The old man holding the paper money was furious, cursing as he walked: "What do you know, paper money and incense candles are not useful or useless, but that there are still people in the world who miss the old man."

"Throw it away." A bald-headed Zen master, wearing cassock, looked at him compassionately, "Why don't you let go? Let go of the shackles of the world, and you will be reincarnated."

The old man stared fiercely: "Monk Lingguo, shut up!"

Zen Master Lingguo flicked the rosary, lowered his eyes and said, "Ordinary people change dynasties, clans disperse and collapse, and cultivation sects will also lose their inheritance. The paper money you receive will eventually become less and less day by day, and the world will always forget you. It's sooner or later. Put it down and cross the bridge."

"You bald donkey, why don't you go by yourself?" The old man growled harshly.

Chan Master Lingguo said in a low voice: "I still have karma."

He seemed to be talking to himself and added: "According to Changmei, it should be just a few days?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the jumping old man and walked out of the city.

Black mist filled the air, ghosts cried, and white shadows surrounded the Sansheng Stone.

The Naihe Bridge is not a real bridge, but a road leading to the six paths of reincarnation, across the river of forgetfulness. Everyone has their own Naihe Bridge.

Zen Master Lingguo's so-called karma is not over, precisely because he stood by the Wangchuan River and could not see the Naihe Bridge.

It has been 700 years since he died in Heiyuan Valley. Some of the old Taoist friends who lived in the valley in the past are still in Wangxiang City, and some have re-entered reincarnation.

The Buddha has cultivated merits and virtues for many lifetimes, and he does not soar, nor does he have a catastrophe.

Zen Master Lingguo spent a lot of time in Huangquan for a long time.

He glanced at the Sansheng Stone unintentionally, and suddenly found that the afterlife, which he couldn't see clearly at first, appeared as if breaking through the fog: a purple air, accompanied by the birth of the baby, offset all disasters in an instant.

"This is?"

Zen Master Lingguo was surprised.

All kinds of causes and effects, he is the most clear, this kind of purple gas, is a very unusual person, because there is a cause and effect with him, the way of heaven will naturally take it to repay the kindness.

What kind of identity can be ranked in Tiandao?

Zen Master Lingguo was full of doubts, and he didn't even take a serious look at what the child who symbolized his next life in the Sansheng Stone had experienced.In fact, it is useless to look at these, because once the river of forgetfulness is over, the past will be forgotten and empty.

He was in a daze when he suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Master Lingguo?"

The scene in the Sansheng Stone just reflects the majestic purple aura, which seems to extend from the bright white rock all the way to the feet of Zen Master Lingguo. On the dark river in front of him, a wide bridge suddenly slowly emerges from the mist.

Chan Master Lingguo smiled comprehensibly, put his palms together and turned around:

"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, long time no see."

The person standing behind him was indeed Shi Feng, with a concentrated mind and soul, no different from a real person.

Even with the talisman to isolate the breath, the kind of high-spirited and outstanding look in the dark and gloomy underworld can still be seen at a glance.

The appearance is beautiful and ugly, and it is most useless on ghosts.

Whether it is a mortal with a good appearance in life, or a monk who changed his appearance in the Nascent Soul, once the body dies, the relationship will be born from the heart.

There are only a few who can make themselves look like a living person, let alone maintain their appearance in life. For example, Venerable Moon Swallowing, its trouble is that it can't change into a human form, but fortunately, it doesn't care about it.

Zen master Lingguo's eyebrows are the same as before.

Shi Feng was even better than before, the brilliance carried by his soul was revealed without any concealment.

"It has been more than a thousand years since I ascended to the fairy world. I don't want the Zen master to be still practicing in the underworld."

Zen Master Lingguo smiled and said, "One drink and one peck, fate is destined. Fellow Daoist Shi Feng is here for your order?"

Shi Feng didn't hide anything, and directly admitted: "It's a coincidence that I came here this time. Now that I'm here, the things I cared about many years ago..."

"They have washed away their karma and reincarnated." Zen Master Lingguo interrupted Shi Feng, "Together with the members of the Northern Xuan Sect in Daxue Mountain, I have seen with my own eyes that the disciples benefited a lot from the closed-mouth meditation practiced back then. .”

Shi Feng said solemnly: "If there were no Zen masters to help with the seven pagodas of the natal Lingbao, I would have given up halfway back then, and would have hurt them instead."

"That's not the case. The two of them devoted themselves to cultivating. Although they died in vain, the person who killed them will soon be eliminated by you. Once the obsession disappears, there will be the elders of the teacher's sect who came at the same time in Wangxiang City to take care of them. Even if Shi Feng Fellow Daoist, you have never gone to Heiyuan Valley to practice in secluded world, relying on yourself alone, they will be decades late to reincarnation."

"Is that so?" Shi Feng murmured.

"Exactly."

When Shi Feng heard this, he felt relieved, as if some invisible burden had dissipated.