Hot as China, cold as snow

one hundred

A faint aroma of grilled chicken came with the wind. Lan Linghu lay on the ground and moved his nose, touched his nose subconsciously, blinked his eyes, and woke up after being in a daze for a long time.

Lan Linghu was really exhausted in the Netherworld, and was pulled offshore and jumped into the light circle. The light curtain inside was shining very softly, and he fell asleep unconsciously.When he woke up now, he was still awakened by the tempting scent. When he regained his senses, he saw the roast chicken roasting on the fire not far from him, and the gluttonous worms in his stomach came out.He looked up along the grilled chicken, and it turned out to be Li'an. Lan Linghu sat up and stared blankly at Li'an, thinking: It's really a person who can't be judged by his appearance, and Li'an, who doesn't eat human fireworks, would do such oily and smoked things. ?

"Come here when you wake up." As soon as Lan Linghu woke up and his breath changed, he knew it off the shore, but he didn't know it. He would find that Lan Linghu stared at him for a long time, and then he made a sound to remind him.

Hearing the sound, Lan Linghu didn't hold back. He took the roast chicken from Li'an and asked, "Don't you want to eat it? It's delicious." Li'an lowered his head and carefully wiped the meat in his hand The demon sword didn't show the slightest sign of wanting to speak. Lan Linghu, who thought he wouldn't get a response, ate it boredly. After a while, he asked again: "Where is this? Where are we going next?"

Li An didn't look up, but he said back: "Fengdu City, the top of the famous mountain, the mountain behind the small temple."

"Fengducheng?" Lan Linghu chewed the meat in his mouth and thought for a while: "What? Fengducheng!" Lan Linghu's face changed and he threw away the chicken in his hand, turned around and spit out all the meat in his mouth , and took the time to ask: "Still in the Nether Realm?" Lan Linghu thought of the bloody smell and the broken limbs all over the Nether Realm at this moment. The bull-headed and horse-faced face instantly entered Lan Linghu's mind, and this kind of encounter was enough once.

Li An looked up at Lan Linghu: "Not here."

"En?" Lan Linghu looked up at him suspiciously: "Didn't King Qin Guang of the First Hall say that he reported the ghosts to Fengdu City? Doesn't that mean that Fengdu City also belongs to the realm of Netherworld?"

Looking from the shore, Lan Linghu looked like a heroic sword eyebrow, and he knew that Lan Linghu didn't know Fengdu City, so he explained: "Look around, do you still look like the Netherland Realm?"

Lan Linghu took a closer look, and saw the scene of dusk all around, the sound of gurgling streams in his ears, the setting sun dyed the mountains and flowers ready to burn, the scenery and the scenery are beautiful, it can be said to be an intoxicating beauty, and he said: "No gone."

"'Ghost Town' Fengdu is a place where the human world and the underworld are connected. After death, people must come here to report. Here they summarize the good and evil of the past life, become ghosts in the underworld, or reincarnate according to the karma of the previous life."

Lan Linghu felt relieved when he heard Li'an's explanation, but he was not in the mood to eat this roast chicken. He just wanted to say, since it was getting late, why not just stay in the small temple for one night and leave tomorrow.But Li An put away the sword in his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Lan Linghu had no choice but to put away his proposal, and silently followed off the shore, from the back door of the small temple to the front door and out to the front of the mountain.Lan Linghu stood at the gate of the small temple and turned his head to the left. He saw a majestic and magnificent temple. However, there are people coming and going next to the big temple, and there is an endless stream of people going up and down the mountain, and the entrance of the temple where I must be standing is really a small temple.

"Ghosts are afraid of the sun. In Fengdu City, there is no difference between night and day, and all the days are like this." A timely sentence from the shore solved Lan Linghu's doubts: "No wonder, so many people in Fengdu City are still there. Really prosperous." Lan Linghu's words attracted many passers-by to squint at him.Lan Linghu secretly tugged at the corner of Li Hai's clothes: "Did I say something wrong?"

"The more prosperous a city like this is, the more ghosts there are dead in the world, so no one wants to prosper here. It seems that today is a festival."

"Festival?" Lan Linghu pointed to the other side: "Can we go and have a look? The temple is very lively, so big, I have never seen it before." Lan Linghu, who has never been out of the sky snow mountain At this time, it is natural to be surprised to see everything.

Li'an looked at the temple and said, "That's the Temple of the Son of Heaven. It must have caught up with the ghost temple fair." Lan Linghu was afraid that Li'an would disagree, so he dragged Li'an into the crowd without waiting for Li'an's answer.Fortunately, offshore did not refuse.He is a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, likes to be quiet and frowns, and finds that he is now more and more unable to resist Lan Linghu's request. Is it true that he, who has never changed for thousands of years, really needs a popular life as the king of reincarnation said.

The scale of this temple is extremely grand and covers a wide area.When I walked into the temple, I found more than [-] buildings of various types.The most characteristic of them is the description of the eighteen levels of hell. In order to highlight the characteristics of the underworld, many things are exaggerated and childish. Judge Cao and others.Lan Linghu doesn't know what the Great Emperor of the Five Sacred Mountains and the Judge of the Six Caos look like, but he has seen Lord Yan of the Ten Palaces before. Where do they look like this? These ten statues are clearly similar in appearance. It is clear that the Tenth Highness is the king of reincarnation. He looks like a child, but he is as tall as an adult, and His Highness Jiu is a big fat man, how can he be so handsome?

In addition to these statues, there are also more than 100 group statues of various little ghosts, sword mountains, mills, oil pans, and saws.Lan Linghu looked at the gadgets that were shrunk ten times smaller, and felt that they were fake, not scary but funny.

Lan Linghu found that Lian'an was also frowning when he saw these things, and Lan Linghu stuck out his tongue. It was really too willful. How could Lian'an, who is so high and unearthly, see such fake things here, so he suggested: "Man, no, there are so many ghosts, why not go down!"

Offshore and Lan Linghu walked in places where there were few ghosts. Offshore looked at Lan Linghu, looking east and west, and his heart was agitated. He couldn't bear to destroy his elegance, so he explained next to him: "The ancient trees on the famous mountain are towering to the sky. , The number of temples is unique in the world. In the huge underworld, there are also immortals, Buddhists, Confucianists, gods and ghosts entrenched in each temple, with strict levels, each performing their own duties and ruling the nether world with harsh punishments. You have seen Among them are the top ten Yan Luos."

The two watched, explained, and went down the mountain. Lan Linghu pointed to a platform extending along a small road with great interest and asked: "What is that?"Li An followed his fingers to look, and was stunned for a second, "Wangxiang Terrace." This Wangxiang Terrace brought back memories buried deep in Li An's heart. When did a little girl happen to him by chance? Yan Huan laughed, followed him and called his name; there was a time when the girl didn't smile anymore, she held a sword in her hand, her face was stained with blood, and her eyes were full of indifference; Maybe a great battle between the gods and monsters is a relief.

"I saw the Cang Qiong Snow Mountain, I saw Xiyuan, the red mang and the snowy demon lotus, is that little wolf a good time?" Lan Linghu looked at the Wangxiang Terrace and barked happily, not paying attention to the expression on the shore. .Wangxiang Terrace has this ability. Everyone who looks at it can quickly see all kinds of life. Lan Linghu's heart is full of friends, happy, and what he sees is what makes people happy.Looking at the happy blue spirit fox, the offshore repo deeply lamented his long life of ten thousand years, but then he was infected by the infectious traits of the blue spirit fox, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Unfortunately, blue spirit Linghu didn't see it.

He pulled Lan Linghu and said, his tone was no longer cold: "Let's go! There are many small platforms like this, such as climbing ladders, evil barrier platforms, etc."

"Why are there so many strange faces here!" Lan Linghu asked standing on a high place and suddenly pointed to the opposite mountain peak, then looked over from the shore, and said patiently: "It's 'ghost faces and strange faces', one of the festivals of the temple fair. One, a unique view. Forget it here, when you have the opportunity to go to the human world to catch up with the festivals in the human world, you can buy a mask and wear it."

The two of them followed the crowd to the middle of the mountain and passed Wuyun Cave. They saw many people burning paper money at the entrance of Wuyun Cave in the bottomless cave, and then throwing them into the cave.

Lan Linghu touched his blue hair and asked strangely: "Why do they burn paper money and throw it in the hole?"

"This is the entrance to the underworld. There are ghosts coming in and ghosts coming out. Most of the people who burn the paper are psychics, and they are people from the world asking the psychics to send paper money to their relatives."

"What?" Lan Linghu was taken aback: "Could it be that we came out of here!"

"No."

Lan Linghu patted his chest, "That's good." Then he looked at the entrance of the cave with very sad eyes, and said to Li An: "I want to burn some paper money to the ghosts in the underworld, they are very miserable inside."

The hole is very deep. Lan Linghu threw the paper money into the hole, and gusts of wind blew the paper money rustlingly. The mountain monk on the side kept repeating this: "This is 'a group of ghosts robbing money'. It's easy to get." Good to go!"

Follow the crowd.Going down to the mountainside of the famous mountain, you will see a pavilion. Outside the pavilion, you will find a dark mountain gate. On the blood-rusted gate plaque, there are three eerie characters of "Ghost Gate Pass". There are towering ancient trees, groups of crows perched on the trees, and the cold wind blowing past from time to time, it is really ghostly.But it does not hinder the temple fair and the people who go up the mountain, and the crow is not afraid of them just screaming like that, and will not fly away.To be precise, it is not human beings who can come to Fengdu City, but ghosts. Even human beings have to use some strange methods of armor, crooked ways and some spells to come in without losing their lifespan.

The two walked through the 'Gate of Ghosts' and saw a long avenue. On both sides of the avenue, yellow water sprayed out of the ground and fell again. They pushed Lan Linghu from the shore: "Let's go! This is Huangquan Road. This is Huangquan Road. The road is about 2 meters wide and 50 meters long and you will reach the foot of the mountain. The road is not very smooth, so be careful where you step. And remember not to look back, or you will forget the past.” Just now, Lan Linghu lost his balance, and was about to be eaten by a dog, but was hooked by Li Yuan's swift hand. Lan Linghu blushed, and said repeatedly: "Thank you."

"No need." Lan Linghu let go of the offshore and said casually, and walked through Huangquan Road first.Lan Linghu hurriedly followed, but heard Xiyuan calling his name. He was thinking about the words from the shore, and told himself that there could be no Xiyuan, so he closed his ears and walked across Huangquan Road.Going out of Huangquan Road first from the shore, looking back at Lan Linghu with his ears blocked, he wondered why he bothered to walk all the way down the mountain.He also heard her calling his name when he was crossing Huangquan Road. He wanted to agree so much, but he almost agreed, knowing it was a lie.At that moment, Offshore once thought that it would just sink in like this.

Sure enough, as soon as you walk out of Huangquan Road, you will arrive at the foot of the famous mountain, and this place is also very lively.There are many water and land paintings hanging in the sky out of thin air. Those paintings depict the underworld, including Yama of the Ten Temples, Judges of the Six Caos and Four Divisions, Generals of the Five Paths, Bull Head and Horse Face, Little Ghost Yasha and various hells.Lan Linghu scoffed at this, the painting was so fake that it couldn't be fake.

There were still a few lines of text scrolling in the air, and Lan Linghu realized after looking carefully that it turned out that Immortal Ananda had dreamed of a hungry ghost asking him for food at night, so Immortal Ananda set up a water and land ashram here to donate food to rescue Cross the hungry ghost.

"Good man!" Lan Linghu boasted, and when he looked at those evil spirits again, he felt pity again: "Why are there so many starving ghosts in the world! I will never waste food again." Lan Linghu thought again The roast chicken he discarded.