The invincible wife of Fenglin City

Chapter 325 The Baptism of Forgotten River (1)
A sound of sorrow.

Time flies, and the years are wasted.When I met the Great God of Yin Yang again, I didn't expect that Suzaku didn't even have the slightest impression of him in his heart.

Xing Jiajia, oh, Suzaku thought and thought, and finally shook her head: She really doesn't have the slightest impression.It's probably what Bi Fang said, because of her blood, she now has a lot of memory missing, and many people can't remember many things.

Xing Jiajia felt very embarrassed, and explained with the Great God of Yin and Yang.

The Great God of Yin-Yang remained silent for a long time, and only laughed after a long time. A small black stone bounced off the bridge and fell into Xing Jiajia's hands precisely, with a deep meaning: "Send it to you, I wish you a smooth trip to the underworld."

"Thank you." Xing Jiajia hesitated for a moment, but still held the black stone tightly in his hands, a burst of pain flashed through his hands, as fast as the doubts in his heart.

Black and white impermanence was overjoyed, the Yin-Yang God was not angry, but knew Xing Jiajia. This fact made them very happy, because no one wanted to offend anyone in the underworld, especially this Yin-Yang God who symbolized a unique status.

Walking through the Yin-Yang Bridge, the surroundings suddenly opened up. Xing Jiajia looked around, and all he could see was full of red manjusawa, blooming coquettishly and vigorously.But there is a small path among the flowers. Xing Jiajia originally thought this was the road, but unexpectedly, a small boat rowed over and stopped in front of them.

"This is?" Xing Jiajia was puzzled.

The ghosts and ghosts are familiar, and first introduced: "Master, this is the only passage to Fengdu."

"That's right! This is Wang Chuan."

"There are only boats and no roads."

"Just get on the boat."

It turns out that the water of the legendary River of Forgetfulness surrounds the Manzhu Shahua, which is full of vision, and the only road among the flowers is the road of Wangchuan leading to Fengdu. Xing Jiajia boarded the boat and watched the unmanned boat. Going forward, shuttling through the narrow waterway, I was surprised in my heart.

"When did Wangchuan get so tall?"

"Unbelievable, is it true that we have been away for too long?"

"Grandma Meng didn't even see her just now."

"Stupid, Po Meng is at the Naihe Bridge, but it is said that the Naihe Bridge has collapsed."

The four ghosts and ghosts were silent, because the farther and farther they walked, the river of Wangchuan became slower and slower, and their speed also slowed down. Gradually, they saw—the Manzhushahua, the other side flower, was dyed in shades of black.The coquettish red has a red color, as if a drop of ink has fallen on the lips of a beauty, dazzling.

"What's going on here?" The four looked at these weird manjusawa in surprise, and really couldn't figure out why this happened.

Black and white looked at each other impermanently, helplessly: "Wangchuan River's tide rises once in billions of years, and it happened to catch up with it this time. The souls of the [-]th floor of hell were so full of resentment, they somehow became toxins, mixed into the river water, and then the other shore flowers were eroded. And then it became like this—"

The ghost and demon were stunned, how could they be like this: "How is it possible! The Bana Flower was originally born and transformed by the resentment of the soul, to say that it has been eroded by the resentment of the soul, it is simply ridiculous!"

The current in Wangchuan is getting slower and slower, and the speed of the few of them is also getting slower and slower. Black and white impermanence and demons and ghosts didn't notice anything unusual, but Xing Jiajia stared at the water behind the boat thoughtfully, wondering what he was thinking .

"You don't think we're lying, do you? Heifu Yanjun sent people to investigate many times but couldn't find the reason, so he could only let the poisoning of the other side flower become deeper and darker—" Black and White Wuchang defended .

"How important are the flowers of the other shore to the underworld and to Wangchuan? They are a barrier between the underworld and the human world. How can it be allowed to be eroded?" The evil spirits refused to give an inch, and they didn't know if they didn't come to the underworld. Jump, no wonder there are always evil spirits overflowing from the teahouse every July [-]th during the Hungry Ghost Festival. It turns out that there has been something wrong with Wangchuan over the years.

This problem is too serious!

Xing Jiajia reached for the Wangchuan water under the boat——

The Wangchuan water is not as clear as an ordinary river, but a kind of milky white water, gurgling through the flowers and passing through the hull of the boat, exuding a long fragrance.Xing Jiajia couldn't help but think of a river in his memory - Xianghe.

Above the nine layers is the realm of the gods.Surrounding the God Realm, there is a river that exudes heat and fragrance all the year round. All the gods love it. The legend of this river is that it is conscious. Simply put, she is the body and soul of a former god. Transformation, guarding the God Realm, also guarding the gods.

Forget Sichuan water, drink it in one sip, and it is said that you can forget your past and present lives.

In a daze, Xing Jiajia saw the shadow of a person in the water of Wangchuan River, and she couldn't help but reach out.

"Don't touch it!" Black and White Wuchang was almost shocked by Xing Jiajia's actions, and immediately pulled her up, muttering, "You are a human being now, how dare you touch this Wangchuan water, this water is specially for the soul, touch it If you drink this water, your three souls and seven souls will also be sucked into this Wangchuan water, and you will never have a chance to come out!"

Xing Jiajia looked at Black and White Impermanence, with dark eyes: "I think, I have found the reason for the slow flow of Wangchuan River."

Black and white impermanence:!
"Similarly, I also know why Manzhushahua is stained black like ink dripping from the lips of a beauty." Xing Jiajia continued.

Demons and monsters:!
The master is indeed the smartest and the most powerful!
"Why?" several Qi Qi asked.

Wangchuan, soul.

Hell is originally a place of rebirth, relatively speaking, it is also a pure pure land. When this piece of pure land is no longer there, then this place of rebirth will be full of problems.

"The deceased, the wish is not fulfilled." Xing Jiajia said every word, with a voiceless voice in the clenching of her lips and teeth.

Why can teahouses exist, and why is Suzaku so powerful?Because the Suzaku master relieves distress and lives for it, there are people who suffer from distress in the world.

Xing Jiajia did not expect that the same is true of the underworld.

Black and white impermanence and demons and monsters also did not expect that ghosts in the underworld would also suffer from distress.

Was Suzaku's arrival destined?Is the arrival of the master destined?The ghosts and monsters were a little puzzled.

"Quack quack -" There was a vortex in the Wangchuan water, and a man's face appeared in the vortex with a hideous twist, as if he was struggling to get out, but he was dragged by another force, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Struggling and tugging.

Xing Jiajia saw reluctance and necessity in this river of forgetfulness.What is reluctance is the nostalgia of the deceased for his life, because he has to die and has to go to another world.

It was a kind of helplessness.

No one listens to their inner voice, no one understands their reluctance, no one really helps them.Ghosts, just ghosts.

(End of this chapter)