"Legend has it that the flower on the other side is as red as fire, so it is known as the 'Road of Fire', and it is also the only scenery and color on the Huangquan Road?" A Heng asked, but before Feng Qingyan could respond, he added: "When the souls of the dead

When you walk through the Road of Huangquan and cross the River of Forgetfulness, you will forget all that happened in your life, and everything you once had will remain on the other side..."

"By the way, where is the other side?"

Ah Heng asked.

"The other shore is at the end of the sea of ​​suffering."

Seal Qingyan Road.

"The end of the sea of ​​suffering?" A Heng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I only heard that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. When you turn around, you will find the shore. Where will the sea of ​​suffering end?"

Feng Qingyan did not answer.

In fact, Ah Heng is right. For the souls of the dead in the world, the sea of ​​suffering is indeed boundless and has no end at all.

"Canonization, how long is this Huangquan Road?"

Ah Heng asked curiously.

At this moment, she saw that Huangquan Road had no end, and looked at the sea of ​​flowers on both sides of Huangquan Road...

"The road to the underworld is very long for some dead souls. It may take dozens or even hundreds of years to reach the end. However, for some dead souls, it only takes a moment..."

Feng Qingyan said as he walked.

A Heng didn't say anything and followed Feng Qingyan silently. Soon he came to the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge.

But at this moment.

Ah Heng seemed to have lost his happiness.

Feng Qingyan was a little confused, wondering why A Heng suddenly became silent.

"Bronze snakes and iron dogs are allowed to fight for food, and they will fall into the Naihe River forever with no way out." A Heng said in a low voice, his eyes fell on the Wangchuan River, and after a moment he moved to the Naihe Bridge, "It is rumored that the Naihe Bridge is dangerous, narrow and smooth. One day

The God of Wandering and the God of Night Wandering are guarding day and night. The blood river under the bridge is full of insects and snakes, the waves are rolling, the fishy wind is blowing, and the evil ones will fall into the river..."

Feng Qingyan nodded.

"In my previous life, it was said that after death, the souls of the dead have to cross the Naihe Bridge. The good ones are protected by gods or Buddhas and cross the bridge smoothly, while the evil ones are thrown into the river of blood and suffer." A Heng's eyes fell on the Wangchuan River again.

, staring at the turbid yellow blood-tinged river, and said: "It is rumored that the Naihe Bridge is divided into three levels. Good people can safely cross the upper bridge, good and evil people can cross the middle bridge, and evil people can cross the lower bridge. However,

Most of them are blocked by evil spirits and pushed into rivers of blood, or bitten by bronze snakes and iron dogs."

At this moment, Feng Qingyan frowned, thinking about who A Heng was in his dream.

Why is A Heng's memory so clear?

who?

"Hey, what kind of fog is this? Why does it arise from the Wangchuan River and be so invisible that no one can see through it?"

Ah Heng was a little surprised.

It seems that Fang Fang noticed it at this moment, and curiously looked at the mist that was half black and half.

"The fog rises and forgets the river, dividing life and death."

Feng Qingyan smiled and took A Heng across the Wangchuan River.

"When the fog rises and forgets the river, it separates life and death?" A Heng was thinking about it, and after a moment he realized clearly: "I see, I understand."

"A Heng understands?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

"The ultimate goal of life is death, and the ultimate goal of death is life. Is this River of Forgetfulness S-shaped?" Ah Heng pondered for a moment and said.

"A Heng, what was your name in your previous life?"

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but ask.

"Why did the saint ask this?" A Heng was a little confused, but then he recalled, his eyes became a little blank, and said softly: "My name was Yan Subai in my previous life. My parents, my brother, and my friends all called me Xiao

white……"

"Yan Subai?"

Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed.

In his previous life, there seemed to be no person named Yan Subai. Moreover, he was very sure that there was no Yin god named Yan Subai in the underworld in his previous life.

so.

Ah Heng probably didn't follow him into his dream.

Since A Heng did not follow him into the dream, how did A Heng know about the underworld?

There is no underworld in the world. The underworld is something that was born in his dream and deduced in the dream. In other words, there is no such thing as the underworld in the heavens and all the realms, let alone the ten kings of Yama, the bull-headed horse-faced ones, etc.

Ah Heng shouldn't know.

But Ah Heng knew.

Could it be that A Heng fell into a dream with him, but he was just a passerby, A, B, B, D? So, he wouldn’t know A Heng’s existence?

This does make sense.

but.

He didn't believe it.

"Aheng, what is the name of the emperor?"

Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment, trying to figure out how A Heng knew about the underworld and whether he was in a dream.

"My brother's name is Yan Qingkong, Yan Qingkong whose Yan Ruqing is the eternal sky."

Ah Heng was silent for a moment and said.

"The sky will be as green as ever..."

Feng Qingyan thought softly, his mind was slightly shaken, and he seemed to understand instantly, and said: "I understand."

What a domineering name this is?

Eternal sky.

Yan Ruqing!

At this time, Feng Qingyan did not ask any more questions and asked after a moment: "Where do you want to go, Ah Heng?"

"Being a saint, what is the view in the underworld?" A Heng asked, "Is it possible that if you come once, it will not end here."

"Nostalgia Ridge, Sea of ​​Bitterness, Resurrection Cliff, etc."

Seal Qingyan Road.

"Then let's go to Homesickness Ridge first?" A Heng said, "I heard that on Homesickness Ridge, you can look at the Xiangxiang Terrace. Standing on the Xixiang Terrace, you can look at your hometown. I wonder if that's okay?"

"indeed so."

When Feng Qingyan came, he walked towards the homesickness ridge.

After a while, the two of them walked up to the gazebo. A Heng looked at the mysterious water curtain that was like a cascading waterfall and couldn't help but marvel.

Sixiang Ridge is indeed a major landscape in the underworld.

"If you can become a saint, can I see my hometown?"

A Heng said expectantly.

"It's not possible now, but it will be possible one day." Feng Qingyan said, "A Heng misses his relatives?"

A Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Who doesn't miss their relatives?" Then, she turned to look at Feng Qingyan, "Feng Sheng, it has been tens of millions of years since I came to your world. You know

Is it how I lived?”

Feng Qingyan frowned and said nothing.

"Millions of years, how long is this?" Ah Heng said sadly, "Before I came to the world of sainthood, I was still a carefree girl..."

"But, tens of millions of years have passed, and I still can't go back."

"I can't go back..."

Ah Heng said silently.

Feng Qingyan remained silent, feeling A Heng's sadness.

At this moment, A Heng's face was full of sadness, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, and he prayed: "Fengsheng, can you send me back? I miss home, I want to go home, I stay here too long

It’s been too long.”

"Now that you have successfully deduced reincarnation, you can send me home."

Ah Heng begged.

However, Feng Qingyan didn't know how to send A Heng home, nor did he know where A Heng's home was.

"A Heng, I don't know how to send you home..."
To be continued...