I, the lord of ghost stories

Amidst the crashing waves, the ship shook slightly.

Driving along this tributary, there will be another wide ahead soon, merging into a larger river.

On the vast expanse of water, there are some faint white lights scattered here and there, which look like ships.

Sifeng Yuanyou's boat has grown bigger by more than a circle.

The bank is full of fiery red flowers, which are colorful and blooming Bana flowers, rustling like living things under the caress of the invisible palm of the breeze.

Falling into the water with the wind, are the falling petals, making circles of ripples on the water.

A patch of red dots flowing down the river, passing through the currents with different speeds, collided lightly in front of the boat, and was sucked into a wave, rolling away.

This leads to many different places, Sifeng Yuanyu identified the direction, and chose the oldest one.

Ancient rock inscriptions stand on the slopes of the creek.

The tributary has shrunk to a narrow creek, the black water forming the road.

Below the surface of the water, in the relatively clear waters, there are all visible broken limbs.

There are humanoid ones, and some weird ones.

The size of the boat has been reduced proportionally to adapt to the river.

Occasionally, ghosts with horns on their heads and a gloomy aura entwined all over their bodies crawled out of the water with difficulty.

These houses are distributed on the slope, each with a faint white light, tearing apart the surrounding darkness and covering a small area.

Other than that, there is hardly any normal soul passing by.

"Yellow Spring is better than Liangpo. It seems that it has become a place where sinners are exiled."

"Probably in the Santu River."

Santu River, also known as Santu River, is the dividing line between the world of life and the world of death.

According to the behavior of the deceased, the flowing water in Hanoi is divided into three different speeds: slow, normal and rapid.

Therefore, it is called "three ways".

There is only one way for the soul to cross the "Santu River", and that is to take the ferry on the "Santu River", there is no other way.

There is a fare to be paid for the ferry, and souls without the fare will not be able to board the ferry.

Even if you board the boat, you will be thrown into the "Santu River" by the boatman.

Under Sifeng Yuanyu's will, the boat began to speed up.

The surrounding scene changes rapidly.

The fiery red shore quickly recedes, turning into desolate black.

Thick lead clouds covered the sky with low pressure, and the howling wind rolled up black air currents.

The wilderness is all around, endless as far as the eye can see.

The black river water dried up to the bottom, and the riverbed was exposed, cracked and wrinkled.

There is only a shallow layer of black water, which can barely flow on the river bed.

"Santu River?"

Yuu Sifeng was a little surprised by the desolation here.

The boat was moored in the deep waters, and Sifengyuan stepped on the water and looked down.

The muddy river tax, can already see the bottom of the water.

There are also some human figures with blurred faces, sunk inside, dead silent.

'The spirit that sinks here? '

It is said that the dead who cannot cross the river will sink to the bottom of the water if they venture to cross the river, and become water ghosts in the "Santu River".

Under this kind of pain, these water ghosts are jealous of other souls who still have the hope of reincarnation.

Once a soul falls into the water, they will swarm up and pull it into the bottom of the river, making him also become a water ghost and suffer the same pain.

Sifengyuan stepped on the water and circled around.

The soles of his shoes stepped on the water, as if stepping on plasticine. Every drop of water on the soles of the shoes turned into gelatin, no matter how hard he stepped on it, it didn't splash out.

"Didn't the water ghost come out?"

Somewhat disappointed, his voice echoed on the surface of the river and spread to the bottom of the water.

There seemed to be some commotion, some dark shadows under the water opened their eyes at the same time, with red light in their eyes, staring coldly at Yuu Sifeng on the water surface.

After waiting for a while, Sifeng Yuanyu never waited for the water ghost who ran up and tried to drag him into the water.

These water ghosts are not as stupid as imagined, and they don't seem to attack Sifeng Yuanyu.

Looking up, on the plain on the shore, the dark wind is blowing gray-black air, sweeping in all directions, and there are some mountains in the distance.

Under the dim sky, some dim gray-white auras can be seen sporadically, walking aimlessly.

It was a completely desolate scene.

"Santu River, abandoned."

After thinking about it, Sifengyuanyou stepped on the water and set foot on this black land.

On the bank slope hill, there is a flat grandstand built on the place that used to be a ferry.

On the edge of the collapsed temple-like ruins, he found a stone statue lying on its side on the ground.

The style is simple and unsophisticated, and the face is peaceful.

"Lying in the ground?"

The stone statue fell on the ground, its surface was mottled, and the signs of weathering were serious.

It does look like a Buddhist relic.

In the darkness not far away, a lamp approached slowly. Wearing a slim black kimono and combing her hair in a bun, a tall and slender beauty who looked gentle and virtuous came slowly holding a walking lamp.

The lights were dim, and the bluish-white flames bloomed, reflecting her cherry-colored face.

"Greetings from Jiushu, Lord of the Story."

Chapter 260 Four Gods and Buddhas

"How do you know my route?"

"I don't know your specific route, I just wait at Santuchuan."

"You also intervened in this matter?"

Yuu Sifengyuan frowned slightly, feeling more and more strange.

How can Qing Xingdeng, He De, be able to control the fate of Si Feng Yuan You?

Her divine power and personality have always been inferior to that of Sifeng Yuanyou since the first meeting.

What's more, the Hundred Stories of Youkai is also included in the Stories of Monsters...

Facing Sifeng Yuanyou, this woman lowered her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, avoiding answering this question.

Her beautiful figure wrapped in a black kimono looked hazy and dreamy under the cover of the blue running lights.

"You seem surprised that my concubine is waiting on the shore?"

Before Sifeng Yuanyu continued to ask, she smiled lightly and continued:

"In fact, the Santu River has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and now there is only this main trunk, which has not yet dried up."

"You have also seen that there are almost no souls passing by here. The monks who were originally stationed here have also migrated to the Buddha's land."

"My concubine once thought that as long as she waited on the shore, she might be able to wait... Sure enough, she did."

When she spoke, her tone was very soft and soft, with some joy and joy.

When speaking, there was a bit of cherry pink on that charming face, and the slender white arm in her right hand protruded from the sleeve of the gorgeous silk kimono, gently holding the lantern.

The bluish-white light of the lantern gradually softened, as if it matched the mood at the moment... Everything was just like the old days when a man and a woman had a tryst at night.

If you ignore the desolate scenery not far away, this place is both beautiful and dreamy.

"Qing Xingdeng, have you ever been born in a famous family?"

Under the light, Sifengin quietly admired the well-proportioned and beautiful figure of the beauty in kimono, and suddenly had doubts.

"...The ancestor is said to be from the branch family of the Yuan surname, but when I was a mortal, I was already in the Warring States period, and I was already very down and out at that time."

"Why do you ask that?"

She was indeed a little surprised to hear the unexpected question suddenly.

"Is it impossible to tell about the origin of the ancestors?"

Seemingly thinking that this idea was ridiculous, she suddenly laughed a lot.

"Sifengyuan's family also has a relationship with Genji, but that was a long time ago. I just suddenly thought of a question-who held your hand when you crossed the river?"

"Since you landed, you must have found it? I don't know who he is? You might as well tell me the origin of his name."

"Next time, I can pay you back."

What Sifeng Yuanyu said was full of malice.

According to "The Tale of Genji", it was said at that time that a woman must cross the three-way river after her death.

It is commonly said that after a woman dies, she crosses the river three times, before going through the fire, blood, and sword paths, and is led by the man who had sex first.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly changed, as if walking into an icehouse from a dog day, the surroundings were filled with air-conditioning.

The smile on Qing Xingdeng's face froze, and he froze instantly, his eyes were cold and murderous, as if he was about to draw his sword to kill in the next second.

Even so, she still didn't make a move. Instead, she suppressed her anger and responded unhurriedly.

"I don't need to bother you. When I died tragically, I was only sixteen years old, and there was no man I liked that much."

"The concubine came here through another way. As for the way, I don't need to reply to you."

Although her voice was soft and beautiful before, it was somewhat stiff and artificial.

On the contrary, after being irritated now, the voice with anger, like the soft ringing of wind chimes, is quite pleasing to the ear.

"The Santu River contains no buoyancy, and contains a poison that can corrode the soul... The gods can cross the river because they have authority, so the river water does not hurt."

"So, you are also the god of Dongpu?"

Yuu Sifeng soon overturned this conclusion by himself.

"No, there is indeed no trace of canonization on your body."

"If there is a canonization, the breath of divinity will be obvious, and I can't hide it from me!"

"But, you are indeed a god! And you still have a lot of beliefs!"

What is here now does not seem to be an avatar, Sifeng Yuanyu can clearly feel the breath of divine power.

Hmm... I get along very well with Yuu Sifengin.

One Hundred Stories of Monsters is originally one of the small branches of Yokai Tan Divinity in Sifengyuan.

After getting closer, the relationship of attributes is more obvious.

Qing Xingdeng's feeling is even more obvious.

Just standing here for a while, she felt that she was obviously attracted.

'This man, what is going on with him? '

That faintly comes from the restraint of the strange talk on her concept, even in this special place, it cannot be completely offset.

'It's only been a while, and his monogatari authority seems to be growing again...I can't let it go! '

Shocked and confused, Qing Xingdeng secretly gritted his silver teeth and made up his mind.

Her left hand, which was hidden in the sleeve of the kimono, secretly crushed something.

'Benefactor, from now on, the cause and fate will be clear. '