Dao Fruit

The river was surging and splashing.

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

The whole river exuded a gravitational force at all times, and it was difficult to escape from either the splashes or the currents.

However, in Qiu Yan's perception, these currents, splashes, and drops of water were not "water", but thoughts, memories, and emotions.

In those streams of water, various phantoms vaguely emerged, including human figures, houses, mountains, deep valleys, and even rolling magma, deep abysses, changes in life, and the impermanence of fortune and misfortune...

However, these scenes were all imprisoned in the river, drifting with the flow, and it was difficult to break free, and even the breath was blocked.

"Forget River, Forget River... So that's it."

In a flash, the original deity bypassed the water and headed towards the edge of the river. At this time, he was in the air below the bottom of the river, and was going around to the other side of the river.

This Wangchuan River, standing in the underworld, looks broad and long. When you come to the front and listen to the rushing water, you will feel insignificant, even the gods are no exception.

Flying here, the atmosphere of the underworld is getting stronger and stronger. When I go around the edge and reach the surface of the river, I can see stone platforms floating on the river. From a distance, they look like city wall checkpoints.

There are long stairs on the side of each stone platform, which extend to the depths of the sky. There are ghosts standing on it, with different appearances, expressions, physiques, and clothes, one next to the other.

At the front of the team, the ghosts who step onto the stone platform will be comforted, appeased, scolded, or even taken down directly by a long-haired woman.

At a glance, the stone platform checkpoints are lined up on the river, and there is a woman on each platform, with long hair covering her face. The appearance and temperament are exactly the same, just like one person.

There was a table beside them with an empty bowl on it. After each ghost who came to the stone platform was comforted or taken by force, the woman would pick up the bowl and put it to the ghost's mouth.

The next moment, thoughts and memories flowed out of the ghost's seven orifices and poured into the bowl. Some were filled with a lot, almost overflowing, while others were so little that they could only cover the bottom of the bowl.

Then, the long-haired woman raised her hand and threw it out, regardless of how much water there was in the bowl.

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

"Meng Po and Meng Po Soup? It's a little different from the legend."

Thinking about it, the original god's eyes turned. His sight swept over the ghosts whose memories had just flowed out.

As memories, emotions, and thoughts left, the ghosts were like faded ink paintings, and their appearance, shape, demeanor, and clothes all disappeared, turning into blank shadows. They floated up and went up all the way to the depths of the underworld sky, where even the gods could not see.

"This river. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many memories it has swallowed up. It's complicated and huge. Maybe it records the evolution of life and the history of the world!"

Seeing the scene of thoughts and memories turning into water and entering the river, Qiu Yan felt a kind of historical artistic conception from the river water, majestic and ancient, but also a strong breath like the abyss, which made him instinctively afraid.

"The memories in the river are too complicated, and the thoughts are chaotic, but the total amount is amazing. If the whole river can be absorbed, I don't know what realm it can reach. However, the gods themselves are almost a collection of thoughts. This absorption may be shattered by the impact before it has time to integrate the thoughts in the river, turning into a stream of water, blending into it, and sinking for eternity."

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

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

When Qiu Yan thought of this, the original god immediately retracted his gaze. At this time, he had already reached the other side of the Wangchuan River, with the underworld sky above him.

After slightly identifying and feeling the fluctuations of thoughts and divine power around him, the deity moved suddenly and headed for the middle of the river.

The location of the underworld was recorded in the King of Hell's Order that day, and the deity knew where it was. After flying, he quickly arrived in the river. With a glance, he noticed the gap in the river that changed with the winding of the river.

It is called 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 three-story courtyard.

Then, the body of the god turned into light and fell into the gap.

Then, the sticky breath of the netherworld came to Qiu Yan's 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, his mind moved, and the whole body of the god was wrapped by external force, shaking and turning into a thought, and then fell into a strange place.

"Hmm?"

Qiu Yan was about to think, and suddenly a bright light shone in his consciousness, and a majestic palace appeared in front of him.

This palace was vague, but it gave people a sense of magnificence and exuded majesty, causing the thought of the original deity to faintly disintegrate.

With a flash of inspiration, he restrained the breath of the Kitchen God and released the breath of the Mountain God and the River God, and the collapse stopped immediately.

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

A name suddenly popped out from the bottom of his heart -

Pingdeng Wang!

"This is the palace of Pingdeng Wang, one of the Ten Kings of Hell!"

The records of myths in books and allusions flowed through his mind, which surprised Qiu Yan, and then nearly a thousand familiar breaths floated over.

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

In the water palace of the Daxue River, the deity himself draws the souls who died on Jiuling Mountain and the Daxue River to the Yin-Yang Road with the help of the magical powers of the Mountain God and Hebo. Therefore, due to the involvement, those souls did not go directly to the realm of the underworld, but came to this underworld and returned to the command of King Ping Ping.

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

"Since he is a newly promoted god, he can leave a trace of his thoughts behind, place them on the memorial tablet, and open a passage in this Hall of Equality, so that in the future he can convey his thoughts and attract people, and send his soul to reincarnation."

Along with the majestic voice, there was also a series of messages, which were absorbed by the mind of the god himself. Qiu Yan suddenly gained a lot of knowledge in his heart and understood the meaning of the words.

"So that's how it is. Every god must leave a thought of the legal domain here, turn it into a token, and hang it by the door of the palace. Whenever the king of hell or the judge judges the souls who have entered the underworld, those who cannot enter the reincarnation and are not guilty are guilty. Those who enter the eighteenth level of hell will follow the aura and gather under the token of the corresponding god, waiting for the divine thoughts to penetrate the token and lead them away, without the gods coming in person every time. "

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

"The Kitchen God is the foundation, but the Mountain God and the River God are just temporary borrowings. You might as well give it a try."

Thinking of this, a trace of the legal domain belonging to Jiuling Mountain was separated from the talisman of the deity himself. Combined with the divine power, it broke out of the body and condensed into a token in the air. It flew to the edge of the palace door and hung in one place.

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

This time, the surrounding scene suddenly became clear——

Ahead is a majestic and tall hall, but the door is closed. On both sides of the door, rows of tokens are hung. They look exactly the same, but they exude different auras. Some have strong auras, and some have weak auras. They belong to the gods. The piece of the original image is located on the side.

Surrounding it is a huge square, empty and vast, with no end visible at a glance. There are also pictures carved on the ground of the square, which seem to tell stories.

Just as the god himself was looking around, an elegant man dressed as a clerk came over.

The clerk first bowed his hands to the deity himself, then pointed to a group of souls next to him, and said: "Since this deity is here, please take back the souls of your believers."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Yin Qi surged in his hand, turning into a book half the size of a person.

"I just want to explain to you that there are a total of 2,973 souls in this batch. Two of them have been registered for a long time. They are going to be reincarnated in the third life of the beast. They are still two lives away. They have been knocked down. The rest are still Eighteen people, each guilty of sin, have been captured and taken to hell to atone for their sins. There are now two thousand nine hundred and fifty-three souls here. "

The little official stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers, while turning 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 he made a list in front of the god himself, describing in detail the two thousand nine hundred The life stories of the seventy-three souls, and the judge’s critical words.

The knowledge he just received included this content, so Qiu Yan was not surprised. The god himself returned the gift, swept his mind, remembered the list in his heart, and then flicked his sleeves to collect the group of souls. , then the divine body turned into light, rushed forward, and merged into a token beside the door.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed. When Qiu Yan came to his senses again, he was back on the Wangchuan River. Looking at the rolling river water, everything just now felt like a dream.

"Dream... Dream... As soon as I entered the gap, my 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 a shudder. His eyes swept across the turbulent river again, and the god himself shook his head.

"This idea is too bizarre. The idea of ​​a god arriving in a place, being imprisoned, and turning into an unknown existence is too incredible."

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, the spirit himself was no longer nostalgic, and his body swayed and fell downwards.

This fall was slightly faster than when it came, but it took more than half a day to return to the realm of the underworld.

As soon as he returned to the legal domain, the spirit himself came directly to the center of the courtyard. With a change of mind, he let go of his aura. The legal domains of the Mountain God and Hebo in the divine body spread and merged with the Netherland legal domain.

His attic was originally located in the mountain peaks. Now the Mountain God and Hebo's domain has spread, suddenly covering the mountain peaks and valleys. The mountain suddenly changes dramatically, its edges extend, and water traces emerge on the mountain side, gradually turning into a river. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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