Cultivating the Tao: Beginning with Meditation and Liver Experience

Chapter 39

Yellow Spring!

Upon hearing the prompt, Xu Yan immediately lifted the lid of the coffin, straightened his body, and looked in the direction of the sound.

As far as the eye can see, green light fills the field.

A yellow and turbid river lay before the eyes, boundless, with no end in sight.

Blossoming Bana flowers, as bright as blood, dotted the banks of the river, bringing a slightly different color to this dark and dark green world.

It was an old corpse who was speaking, standing stiffly behind a black table not far from the coffin, not far from the river bank, and there was a rattle on the table.

The old corpse has a blue face and fangs, but its skin is like that of an ordinary person. It is obvious that its skills are extremely high, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary zombies.

Not far behind the old corpse is the legendary Yellow Spring in this world.

Xu Yan turned [Golden Eyes of Luck] and looked towards Huang Quan.

Looking through the layers of gray fog, one can see a roaring yellow river passing by, exuding an endless air of death, countless evil spirits struggling up and down in the river water, ghost hands all over the sky protruding from the water , wanting to catch everything that can be caught.

Especially when he looked at the bottom of the underworld, a deadly sense of crisis rose in his heart, his soul was trembling violently, his spirituality was frantically warning, and even his blood was boiling involuntarily...

All the signs are reminding him that the underworld in front of him is full of great terror and cannot be explored deeply.

This made Xu Yan have to avert his gaze and shift his attention to other places.

The sky above Huangquan was filled with gray mist, and the terrifying death aura seemed to be real, which also brought him a deadly sense of crisis.

Obviously, that dead air like a dark cloud is not something he can resist. If he really dares to fly over Huangquan, not to mention whether it will cause other accidents and unknowns, just the dead air that is as real as it is, can Let his bones be gone, corroded and melted away.

Therefore, it is simply impossible to cross Huangquan by flying.

Then there are the delicate and beautiful Bianhua flowers blooming on the bank of Huangquan, and the flickering will-o'-the-wisps, which are the most harmless and hardly pose much danger to him.

I don't know if it's for scaring, but the lights here are all green phosphorous fire.

On the bank of this Yellow Spring, one after another, corpses were piled up next to the Yellow Spring, and countless phosphorous fires emitted from the inside to the outside, illuminating the surroundings.

Bones are used as firewood, ghost fires are used as lamps, flowers on the other side are adorned, and water ghosts are struggling all over the world. It is no wonder that the underworld is regarded as an ominous place in the mortal world, and it is feared and feared by the world.

The weirdest thing was that Xu Yan only took a few steps towards the direction of Huangquan when there was a thunderous roar of the river, which was deafening.

"This underworld is really evil!"

Xu Yan slowly stepped back a few steps, and the loud roar of the river suddenly disappeared, allowing him to return to that silent silence again.

However, when he took another step, a huge sound suddenly pierced into his ears again.

It all seemed so incredible that it was hard to explain.

"Could it be that there is a strange space ahead, similar to the kingdom of gods and ghosts?"

"Or in other words, the people from Jiuyuan Ghost City set up a formation here to isolate the roaring sound of Huangquan?"

Xu Yan frowned tightly, and cast [Golden Eyes of Luck] again, looking at the area where the coffin was, but found nothing, and found no trace of the formation.

In the end, he could only attribute all this to the evil of Netherland and Huangquan!

In the distance, the old corpse turned a blind eye to Xu Yan's actions, and stood quietly in front of the stone table on the bank of the Yellow Spring, allowing him to test and move back and forth.

"It seems that there are still many secrets in this world."

"Like the Yellow Spring in front of me, it's not something that my little Martial Saint and Celestial Master can explore."

"It seems that the ghost city is a place where it is better not to come here in the future!"

Xu Yan sighed in his heart. When facing Netherland and Huangquan, he was completely helpless. He even found that, let alone exploring the secrets of Huangquan, he couldn't even understand the way of existence of Huangquan.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to him, letting him know that this world is not as simple as he imagined, and he is not even qualified to spy on the secrets of this world.

Xu Yan shook his head, completely gave up on exploring the underworld, and walked towards the desk where the old corpse was.

"The token can protect the body, and the bell can summon the ferryman from the underworld, and take a boat to cross the underworld and enter the ghost market!"

The old corpse said without emotion, like a puppet creation, just mechanically repeating the predetermined words to guide everyone who wants to go to Jiuyuan Ghost City.

Facing the old corpse, Xu Yan's face was not surprised. With the package on his back, he held a bronze medal in his hand with a calm face, and picked up the bell on the table with the other hand and shook it.

In the memory of the predecessor, the predecessor has also experienced such a scene.

If you want to enter the ghost city, you have to go through the underworld.

According to legend, the ghost market was established on the other side of Huangquan, in the real underworld.

And if you want to pass through Huangquan, you need a ferryman from Huangquan.

Those who wade directly into the water will be drowned by the water ghost.

Those who want to fly will be poisoned to death.

There is also a legend that above the Yellow Springs, there used to be a bridge of white bones named Naihe Bridge, which was controlled by the god of Fengdu.

Those who do evil will be sent directly to the eighteenth level of hell, where they will be burned by the fire of karma.

Those who do good will be sent into reincarnation and reincarnation to enjoy the glory and wealth of the next life.

It's just that the truth of this legend is unknown.

After all, no one has really seen the thing of reincarnation, even for monks, it only exists in legends, and few people can know whether it is true or not.

The bell rings.

Soon, a dilapidated boat floated over from a distance, driving on the Yellow Spring where water ghosts were everywhere.

The ferryman in Huangquan seems to never take a bath, and his body smells like a corpse.

And when Xu Yan approached the roaring river, a hazy radiance rose from the token in his hand, isolating the surrounding dead, ghost, resentment, evil, etc., and it was well protected. Safety of people crossing the river.

After seeing Xu Yan, the ferryman from Huangquan took out a copper bowl and charged him a second time.

After all, the gold used to buy incense is just money for ghosts to carry their coffins into the underworld. Now it is a bronze token to save their lives, and it is also a ferry to the Yellow Springs. It is normal for people to charge a little more money.

This point has long been recorded in the memory of the predecessor.

It's just that in the memory of the predecessor, the predecessor went to the ghost market with a few dandies, and when going to the ghost market, there was a middleman leading the way, and the ferry fare for the ferrymen in Huangquan was also paid by the middleman.

Now there is only Xu Yan alone, so he will naturally pay the ferry fare for the ferryman in Huangquan himself.

Xu Yan didn't care too much, and directly took out a golden ticket and threw it in.

Different from Tianjing City.

At this moment, under Xu Yan's spiritual vision, the golden ticket had streams of light turning around, like tiny golden dragons swimming around.

That is the manifestation of the French seal on the gold note, and it is also the unique anti-counterfeiting symbol of the world's gold and silver notes.

In the French seal, there is also a trace of dragon air seal in it. Its precision and complicated production are difficult to imitate even the first-level powerhouse of immortals. .

The ferryman from Huangquan accepted the golden ticket and motioned for Xu Yan to get on the boat without saying a word.

After getting on the boat, Xu Yan closed his eyes and rested his mind, and did not spy on the underworld.

This underworld has great secrets and great terrors, for the sake of his own life, he can only forcibly suppress his curiosity.

The Yellow Springs ferryman put a light on the bow of the boat. Under the shroud of the miserable green light, those water ghosts who were dying for their lives could not climb onto the boat to protect the safety of the boat.

Let Huang Quan be fierce and mighty, but it can't shake the small boat.

After a long while, the boat stopped for a while.

There was the sound of the bow of the ship hitting the shore.

Xu Yan opened his eyes and saw that the boat had already docked at a pier.

The wharf is very big, and there are densely packed boats docking here, all of them are dressed in similar clothes, like Huangquan ferryman carved out of a mold, holding the boat and waiting here.

Figures with strange looks and strange clothes came and went from the boat and the pier, shadowy, all walking along a dark path to the depths of the mist!

At this moment, the ferryman from Huangquan said, "Jiuyuan Ghost Market is here, guests please disembark!"

(End of this chapter)