dragon hunter

Chapter 250 The Mantra of My Life
The boat sailed against the current at high speed on the Wangchuan River. When the blood moon in the sky crossed a half-arc, an isolated island appeared in front of it.

All the scenery in the underworld is lifeless, and so is the isolated island in front of it. The vegetation is dead gray and lifeless.

The environment here is a bit special. For some reason, those floating corpses in the river dare not approach this side.

The bamboo hat man leaned the boat against the shore of the isolated island, jumped off, and walked towards the wooden house not far away. The wooden house was very simple, built with a few planks.

"What is this place?" Ghost Detective Xu asked curiously.

"Where I live." The man in the bamboo hat said concisely, and lit the firewood in front of the wooden house.

I looked at this isolated island and felt that the feng shui here was a bit weird, but without the aid of a compass, I couldn't see any tricks.

"This is the dead branch of the dragon's blood tree I collected, which can supplement your lack of yang energy." The man in the bamboo hat pointed to the burning pyre.

I walked a few steps closer to the fire, my body was warm, and I really felt much more comfortable.

"It's the first time to have such a warm fire, it's amazing." Ghost Detective Xu rubbed his hands and walked over.

I quietly looked at the man in the bamboo hat. He was so unpredictable that people couldn't see the truth.

After being in contact for so long, I don't even know whether the other party is a human or a ghost. His body seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

"You guys take a break today, and I'll teach you how to 'ferry' tomorrow." After the bamboo hat man finished speaking, he walked into the wooden house.

I was actually very anxious in my heart, wishing I could return to the Yang Realm immediately, and I didn't know what happened to Zhen Qingyi and the others, but thinking of the current situation, I could only suppress my irritability.

Ghost Detective Xu and I gathered around the fire and made do with it all night.

There is no sun in the underworld. When the blood moon appears, it is equivalent to daytime, and when it sets, it is night.

It was dark at night and the temperature was very low. If it weren't for the fire that kept replenishing our yang energy, we might not be able to survive this night.

The next day, the bamboo hat man took us to the boat and began to teach us how to "ferry".

"Ferry, this kind of ceremony comes from Buddhism. It emphasizes that crossing people is crossing oneself, and can wash away all sins on the body." The man in the bamboo hat supported the bamboo pole, and the boat left the shore.

Ghost Detective Xu and I sat on the other side, quietly watching the bamboo hat man, waiting for the other party to demonstrate how to perform this mysterious ritual.

The bamboo hat man rowed the boat to the middle of the river, sat cross-legged on the bow, picked up a fishing rod from the side, and started fishing.

This small boat is also very strange, it can ignore the rushing river water and float quietly on the river surface without moving.

I looked at the man in the bamboo hat eagerly, and felt a little impatient. I didn't know what this fishing had to do with the "ferry" he said.

After a few minutes, the man in the bamboo hat pulled the fishing rod and brought up a stained skull.

The dirty skull rolled a few times on the board, and stopped in front of us, with empty eye sockets, facing us directly.

"No matter what method you use, wipe this skull clean." The man in the bamboo hat continued to fish without looking back.

I looked at the sticky thing on the skull, feeling a little sick in my heart, hesitated and didn't reach out.

Ghost Detective Xu was not so particular, he reached out and grabbed the skull, and stretched it into the river beside him, intending to rinse it off with water.

It was strange to say that the skull became more and more dirty as it was washed, no matter how much Ghost Tan Xu rubbed it with his hands, it couldn't be washed clean.

"The water of Wangchuan River is one of the turbidest waters in the world. It can't wash anything clean." The man in the bamboo hat didn't look back, but he seemed to know everything behind him.

Not reconciled, Ghost Detective Xu picked up the skull, gritted his teeth, and wiped it with his sleeve, but it still didn't work.

I frowned at this scene, and my heart moved. I took the skull from Ghost Detective Xu, held it in both hands, and stared straight at the other's empty eye sockets.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that this thing is alive, and there is a soul screaming in pain all the time.

I closed my eyes and began to recite the mantra silently, over and over again, until the soul inside quieted down.

"It's clean, it will be clean all of a sudden." Ghost detective Xu Xinxi's voice came from the side.

I opened my eyes and saw the skull in my hand, clean as new, like white jade, shining with a layer of fluorescence.

"Do you have any insights?" The man in the bamboo hat sat cross-legged and did not move, asking.

I didn't answer in a hurry, I seemed to understand something in my heart, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of paper. The feeling of vague understanding made people very uncomfortable.

"Don't rush to answer. Some things, if you understand it, you understand it. If you don't understand it, you don't have to force it. This is the so-called 'Tao'." Holding the fishing rod, the man in the bamboo hat said gently.

I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that what the man in the bamboo hat taught was not just about "ferrying", we met by chance, and I don't know why the other party would care so much about us.

But opportunities are hard to come by, so I hurriedly threw out my distracting thoughts and carefully pursued the insight in my heart.

After a while, I opened my eyes again, a trace of regret flashed in my eyes, it was still a little bit worse.

Ghost Detective Xu sat at the side with a blank face. He was an outsider and knew nothing about some mysterious and mysterious things.

The man in the bamboo hat lifted the fishing rod again, and what he caught this time was a mutilated broken sword, stained with rust, with the dark red color of blood coagulated on it.

"It's still the same, no matter what method you use, let this broken sword look like a new one." The man in the bamboo hat continued fishing without looking back.

This time Ghost Detective Xu was not impulsive. With the experience of last time, he also knew that this sword light probably wouldn't be refurbished by grinding.

I reached out to pick up the broken sword, and immediately felt the smell of blood on it. This broken sword must have killed many people.

There seemed to be countless souls howling in the ears, and the gloomy and miserable voice made people feel uneasy.

I hesitated for a moment, and decided to try the old method, but just as I closed my eyes, before I finished reciting the mantra of rebirth, a bloody evil spirit rushed into my mind.

I opened my eyes in panic, and saw corpses strewn all around me, and I was stepping on a pool of blood.

Before I could react, there was a pain in my back, and a sharp sword pierced my lower abdomen from behind.

It all happened so fast that I didn't even figure out what was going on.

There was a cramping pain in the lower abdomen, and before the sharp sword was withdrawn, it twisted a bit.

I clutched my stomach, turned around in panic, and saw a blood-stained carrion, raised my sword and stabbed at me again.

Staggering back a few steps, I thought it was all an illusion, but the feeling of weakness in the soul was real.

The last moment he was still on the boat, but this moment he was on the battlefield, everything was so fake.

But whether it’s fake or not, I have to fight for my own survival. I looked around nervously, and when I saw a knife falling on the ground beside me, I rushed over immediately.

I picked up the blood-stained knife, ignored it, and started fighting with the rotting corpses on the opposite side. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw more corpses, got up from the ground, and surrounded me.

"Sister, what's going on?" I panicked and chopped down the carrion opposite, and rushed out of the encirclement.

Surrounded by endless corpses, no matter where I went, there would always be corpses getting up, holding knives and swords, and chasing after me.

Out of breath, I blocked a stabbing sword and chopped off the arm of the corpse opposite, looking around in panic, unable to find a way out.

Seeing another corpse surrounded me, I gritted my teeth and became furious. It was useless to escape anyway, so I didn't run away at all, and started to chop and kill with a knife.

In the ghost state, even if you are injured, you will not bleed, but the feeling of tearing your soul is more uncomfortable than bleeding.

There are carrion corpses all around, and I will be cut by knives or swords from time to time. I am very tired, really very tired, and I really want to fall down and sleep.

However, I knew very well in my heart that if I fell down, I would never wake up again. There was no other way but to grit my teeth and hold on.

The knife I swung became weaker and weaker, and there was a voice in my ear that kept saying that after I slept and woke up, I would return to the Yang Realm.

The body was pierced by a knife and a sword at the same time. The pain in my soul made my brain go blank and my body was crumbling.

"Sleep, wake up and find that everything is just a dream." A voice said.

"I don't sleep. If I want to sleep, I will sleep with you." I swung the long knife in my hand vigorously and roared loudly.

A scream came from beside me, I saw Ghost Detective Xu's frightened face, I paused, and looked around quickly.

"Why are you crazy? You almost stabbed me to death with a sword just now." Ghost Detective Xu asked nervously.

I didn't speak, just stood there holding the broken sword, the compassion when crossing the skeleton, and the tragedy when fighting in blood, these two feelings kept alternating in my mind.

"Fate is impermanent. Compassion and pity is the crossing of people, and King Kong's angry eyes are also crossing people." A thick and majestic voice rang in his ears.

It suddenly dawned on me that the fourth hexagram was like the mantra of my life, which I had been unable to break through before, but now I finally figured out the essentials, so I quickly sat down cross-legged.

A gigantic monster surfaced on the side, it turned out to be the warning stone turtle in the river of Yujia Village, but it was much bigger in size.

After such a long time, when I saw this stone turtle again, the future and the past, scenes emerged in my heart, and I realized something in my heart, as if there was a thread in the dark, pulling me forward.

"Calm down and focus on opening the fourth hexagram with all your strength." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in my ears.

I discarded all distracting thoughts, closed my eyes, and opened the fourth hexagram of Qianlong step by step according to the records in the scriptures.

In the Fate Palace between the eyebrows, a golden soul flame swayed slightly. Compared with when the third hexagram was just opened, this soul flame was much larger and more solidified.

Four faint golden runes floated beside the golden soul flame, slowly rotating around the soul flame.

The shape of the runes is strange, like the patterns of birds and animals. I don't know any of them, but I know in my heart that they are the four words "The Mantra of My Life".

The golden runes are spinning round and round, and every time I turn around, my understanding of numerology deepens.

Back then in Yujia Village, Yin Changsheng used the art of commanding orders to decide life and death with a single word. While my heart was shocked, I felt incredible at the same time.

But after opening the fourth hexagram of Qianlong, I seem to have touched the threshold of the art of commanding fate, and it is no longer out of reach for me to decide life and death with one word.

(End of this chapter)