Dao fruit.

The river was raging, and the water splashed violently.

From time to time, streams of water rushed out, winding and twisting, as if trying to escape the shackles, but in the end they were pulled and fell into the river again.

The entire river exudes a gravitational force all the time, whether it is water splashes or water currents, it is difficult to escape.

However, in Qiu Yan's perception, these streams, sprays, and drops are not "water", but thoughts, memories, and emotions.

In the streams of water, all kinds of phantoms appeared vaguely, such as human figures, houses, high mountains, deep valleys, even rolling magma, deep abyss, changes in life, and impermanence in fortune and misfortune...

It's just that these scenes are all imprisoned in the river, drifting with the current, it is difficult to break free, and even the breath is blocked.

"Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan...so that's how it is."

In a blink of an eye, the god himself bypassed the water and headed towards the edge of the river. He was currently in the air below the bottom of the river, and was about to go around to the other side of the river.

Looking at this Wangchuan River from the land of Netherland, it already looks wide and long, but coming to the front and listening to the rushing water of the river makes people feel even more small, even gods are no exception.

Flying here, the ghostly atmosphere became more and more intense. When the deity bypassed the edge and reached the river surface, you could see stone platforms floating on the river. From a distance, it seemed like city wall checkpoints.

On the side of each stone platform, there are long stairs, which extend to the depths of the sky, and there are ghosts standing on them, with different appearances, demeanors, physiques, and costumes, one next to the other.

At the front of the line, those ghosts who set foot on the stone platform will be comforted, appeased, reprimanded, or even directly captured by a long-haired woman.

At a glance, there are stone platforms and checkpoints.They are lined up row upon row on the river, and on each platform there is a famous woman with long hair covering her face, and her appearance and temperament are exactly the same.Like a person.

There is a table next to them, and there is an empty bowl on the table. Every ghost who comes to the stone platform, after being comforted or taken by force, the woman will take the bowl and put it in the mouth of the ghost.

next moment.Thoughts and memories then flow out from the seven orifices of the ghost and pour into the bowls, some filled so much that they almost overflowed, others so little that they could only cover the bottom of the bowl.

then.The long-haired woman raised her hand and flicked it, no matter how much or how little water was in the bowl, she just poured it out.

The water transformed by memories and thoughts will fall into the Wangchuan River.

"Mengpo and Mengpo soup? It's a little different from the legend."

Thinking about it, the deity of the god turned his eyes and glanced at the ghosts whose memories had just flowed out.

With memories, emotions, and thoughts gone, ghosts are like faded ink paintings.Appearance, shape, demeanor, and clothes all disappeared, turned into a blank phantom, floated up, and kept going upwards, until the depths of the Netherland sky, where even the gods could not see.

"This river has existed from ancient times to the present. I don't know how long it has existed. It may be thousands of years, maybe ten thousand years, and I don't know how many memories it has swallowed up. It is complicated and huge, and it records the evolution of life and the history of the world!"

Seeing the scene where thoughts and memories melted into the river, Qiu Yan felt a kind of historical artistic conception from the river water, majestic and ancient, but also had a dark aura like an abyss.Make him instinctively afraid.

"The memories in the river are too mixed and the thoughts are chaotic, but the total amount is amazing. If you can absorb the entire river, I don't know what kind of state you can reach. It's just that the gods themselves are almost a collection of thoughts. This absorption may not have time to integrate the thoughts in the river. , it was first shattered by the impact, turned into a stream of water, blended into it, and perished forever."

Shaking his head, the deity realized that there must be a mystery hidden in the Wangchuan River, but with his strength, it was not enough to explore it.

"It's useless to think too much, let's go to the underworld first."

As soon as Qiu Yan thought of this, the deity of the god immediately looked away. At this time, he had already reached the other side of the Wangchuan River, and above was the dark sky.

Slightly discerning, feeling the surrounding thoughts and divine power fluctuations, the god himself made a sudden movement, heading towards the middle line of the river.

The location of this underworld was recorded in the order of the King of Hades that day, and the deity himself knew the location. After flying, he soon reached the middle of the river. His eyes swept away, and he noticed the gap in the river that changed with the winding of the river.

It is said to be a gap, but it is also relative to the huge Wangchuan River. In terms of width alone, this gap is at least wider than a courtyard with three entrances.

Then, the divine body turned into light and fell into the gap.

Immediately afterwards, a thick ghostly aura rushed towards his face, giving Qiu Yan the feeling that he had fallen into the water, pressure came from all directions, and it was difficult to move forward.

Suddenly, with a thought, his entire divine body was enveloped by external force, oscillating and turning into a thought, and then fell into a strange place.

"Ok?"

Just as Qiu Yan was about to think, his consciousness suddenly shone brightly, and a majestic treasure hall appeared in front of him.

This treasure hall is vague, but it gives people a sense of magnificence, exuding bursts of majesty, which makes the idea transformed by the god's deity faintly tend to collapse.

With a flash of inspiration, he restrained the aura of the Kitchen God and released the auras of the Mountain God and He Bo, and the collapse stopped immediately.

In a trance, the deity vaguely saw a huge figure on the palace, vague and majestic, as if it was integrated with the surrounding rules, and the aura released was depressing even the gods.

A name suddenly popped out from the bottom of my heart——

King of Equality!

"This is one of the Ten Palaces of Hades, the palace of King Equality!"

The records related to mythology in books and allusions flowed through his mind, which surprised Qiu Yan, and then nearly a thousand familiar breaths wafted over.

"These are the lonely souls that I dragged to Netherland in the water palace!"

In the water palace of the Daxue River, the deity, with the help of the law of the Mountain God and Hebo, brought all the lonely souls who died on Jiuling Mountain and the Daxue River to the Yin-Yang Road. So under the influence, those souls did not go straight into the realm of the underworld, but came to this underworld and belonged to King Equality.

At this time, a majestic voice came over, booming like thunder——

"Since you are a newly promoted god, you can leave a thought, entrust it with a memorial tablet, and open up a passage in this hall of equality. In the future, you can pass on the message to attract people and send the soul to reincarnation."

Accompanied by the majestic voice, there was a series of messages, which were absorbed by the thoughts of the gods, and Qiu Yan suddenly had a lot of knowledge in his heart, and he understood the meaning of the words.

"It turns out that every god has to leave an idea of ​​the legal domain here, turn it into a token, and hang it by the door of the hall. Whenever the king of Hades or the judge judges the souls who have entered the underworld, those who cannot enter the reincarnation and are not guilty Those who enter the eighteenth level of hell will follow the breath and gather under the tokens of the corresponding gods, waiting for the spirit to penetrate the tokens and lure them away, saving the gods from coming over in person every time."

After figuring this out, Qiu Yan pondered for a while.

"The Kitchen God is the foundation, but the Mountain God and He Bo are only borrowed temporarily. You might as well give it a try."

Thinking of this, in the talisman of the god's deity, a trace of the legal domain belonging to Jiuling Mountain was separated, combined with divine power, broke out, condensed into a token in the air, flew to the edge of the temple gate, and hung in one place.

Then, Qiu Yan's consciousness was shaken, and the god himself transformed from a thought into a god body again, and fell down.

As soon as it fell, the surrounding scene suddenly became clear——

In front is a magnificent and tall hall, but the door of the hall is closed tightly. There are rows of tokens hanging on both sides of the door. They look and style exactly the same, but they exude different auras. Some are strong and some are weak. They belong to the gods. The piece of the deity is located at the side.

Surrounding it is a huge square, empty and vast, with no end in sight at a glance. There are pictures carved on the ground of the square, as if telling a story.

Just as the deity was looking around, a refined man dressed as a petty official came over.

The little official first bowed his hands to the deity, then pointed to a group of souls beside him, and said: "This deity, since you are here, take all the souls of your believers back."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the yin energy in his hand turned into a book that was half the size of a person.

"I just want to explain to you that there are a total of 970 souls in this batch, and two of them have already been registered in the register, and they will be reincarnated in the third world of the animal way. There are still two lives left, and they have already been knocked down. There are still 18 people left. Everyone has their sins, and they have all been captured and taken to hell to make atonement, and now there are 950 souls here."

The little official stretched out his tongue and licked his fingers, flipping the pages of the book, and reported the numbers in his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of words flew out of the book, and they were listed in a list in front of the god himself, describing in detail the two thousand nine hundred and seventy-three The life story of a soul, and the judge's criticism.

This content was included in the knowledge received just now, so Qiu Yan was not surprised. The deity of the god returned a salute, swept away his divine sense, and kept the list in his heart. In the middle, then the divine body turned into light, rushed forward, and merged into a token by the door.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed, and when Qiu Yan came back to his senses, he had already returned to the Wangchuan River, looking at the rolling river, everything just now felt like a dream.

"Dream...dream... As soon as I entered the gap just now, the divine body turned into a thought, as if it had become someone else's thought..."

The more he thought about it and recalled it, the more Qiu Yan felt shuddering. His eyes swept across the raging river again, and the god himself shook his head.

"This idea is too bizarre. The idea that a god has come to a place, been imprisoned, and turned into an unknown existence is too unbelievable."

Suppressing the thoughts in my heart, the deity of the god no longer misses it, and his body swayed, and he fell down.

This whereabouts was a little faster than when it came, but it took more than half a day to return to the underworld.

As soon as he returned to the Dharma Realm, the deity came directly to the center of the courtyard, turned his mind, let go of his breath, and the Dharma domains of the Mountain God and He Bo spread out in the divine body and combined with the Netherland Dharma domain.

His attic was originally located in the mountain peak, but now the Mountain God and He Bo's domain spread, covering the mountain peak and valley immediately, the mountain changed drastically, the edge extended, and water appeared on the side of the mountain, gradually turning into a river. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.)

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