The cooked souls surged up like a tide and retreated like a tide. Their abilities were really too weak and it was difficult to cause much harm to these monks in the underworld.
Even if they are the souls of cultivators like Xiang Zhiwen, their power is only compared to other souls, and there is no comparison with monks. Their only advantage is that there are many people.
This is a very fragmented scene. Every day, millions of familiar souls queue up to the Naihe Bridge to pursue their new lives; but there are also tens of thousands of souls who are unwilling to lose their past and use all their strength to
Break down that barrier that seems never to be broken down.
Everyone does not interfere with each other and goes their own way.
Hou Zi really wanted to mix in with the group of fighting souls and sneak up to do something, but he knew that this was inappropriate, unfair to these brave souls, unfair to the Taoists, and unfair to Truman who brought him here.
To be fair, it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
He had an intuition that if he did something today, instead of helping these indomitable souls, he might be harming them.
He believes in his own consciousness.
As the souls moved, he was involuntarily trapped among them, and gradually approached the Naihe Bridge. In the process, he was coincidentally squeezed into a position very close to a Taoist who had always used swords.
Taoist Huiyuan, whose pulse is very rude.
He was completely sure that if he could make a blow from Queran, he could turn this guy from a yang soul into a yin soul. It was as if there was a devil in his heart that had been instigating him: Just take action, no one would know...
... A warning sign flashed through Taoist Huiyuan's heart. He didn't understand why he felt like this here. This was very inappropriate, but in such a chaotic scene, the application of his spiritual consciousness was greatly reduced, and he couldn't judge where the danger came from.
where.
This feeling passed away in a flash as the tide of souls surged, wave after wave, and the dangerous feeling gradually disappeared. He knew that among the souls, there must be a soul or person who had murderous intentions towards him.
?
However, under the special circumstances, he could not find any clues and could not guess, because the distorted face and body could no longer look like their original appearance.
... Hou Zi missed the best opportunity to take action, but he did not regret it. He defeated his inner demons and refused the urge to kill that was created in him by the surrounding environment. This was not easy.
He planned to go back, but found that he had no way back, as if there was a force pushing him; this was the rule of Naihe Bridge. Once you get on this bridge, you can never go back.
As a Yang soul, most of the rules of the underworld have no effect on him, but in a special place like Naihe Bridge, the power of the rules is extremely huge, because this is the transit node of reincarnation, and it is a place where no mistakes can be made, so there is reincarnation in the prohibition.
The constraints of the great road, to put it simply, would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.
There are two treasures in the underworld, the Book of Life and Death and the Naihe Bridge, which support most of the operations of the underworld.
He doesn't have anything to worry about as long as he comes to make peace with it. Rules are rules. Since the person Naihe is crossing is a reincarnated person, there can be no fundamental side effects on him. This is also part of the rules.
Before you die, let’s try the taste of Meng Po soup, it’s not bad.
Before getting on the bridge, I felt that the speed of these familiar souls crossing the bridge was very slow, but when I got on the bridge, I realized that the speed was actually very fast. After all, there are nearly a million people here every day.
Pass by, drink a bowl of soup, and disappear... Ahead is Huangquan Road, and then is the Gate of Hell. Passing through the Gate of Hell is a new journey of life.
Soon it was his turn, and it seemed like he only had a few breaths from walking up the bridge to arriving in front of Mrs. Meng. This was an old woman with a wrinkled face, a kind face, and a strange infectious power. Under her smile,
Everyone would drink the soup she handed to her without hesitation, as if it was filled with fine wine.
But when it was her turn to wait for Tsuta, she not only handed over a bowl of soup, but also very rarely opened her mouth.
"Young man, this is the soup I made specially for you. Drink it slowly. No matter if it tastes good or not, don't spit it out."
Hou Zi's heart beat, but it didn't stop him from actually drinking the soup; his movements were slower than other cooked souls, but it didn't affect the passage of those cooked souls. This was not only a bridge, but also an innate
Lingbao, and Po Meng is the weapon spirit of the innate Lingbao.
You will never understand all this if you don't walk on the Naihe Bridge; only in this way can a small bridge carry millions of people every day without causing chaos.
Although it was the first time in his life that he met her, he could intuitively feel the kindness of the old woman in front of him. This was a bit unbelievable to say, but it was his intuition.
"Mother-in-law, who is so bold and dares to spit out the soup after drinking it?"
Po Meng smiled and said, "I am also a sword bearer. I thought the old woman's soup was not delicious, so she was picky and wanted to drink seafood soup, tomato and egg soup... I had a lot of shit, and ended up vomiting after drinking the soup while riding the roller coaster.
It’s everywhere!”
Hou Zi was a little speechless, and he didn't know which senior of the Quanzhen Sect could act so freely and unrestrainedly?
Po Meng looked at him drinking the soup with a smile, "You have to taste the soup, take small sips and swallow slowly... Well, how does it taste?"
Hou Zi smacked his lips and held the bowl in his hand, "This is spicy spicy soup. It warms the stomach and has a long aftertaste. What a good soup!"
Po Meng smiled so hard that she lost her teeth, "Of course it's a good soup. I live in the south of the river, and I don't like spicy food. How about another bowl?"
Hou Zi brought it over respectfully, and Po Meng gave him another bowl, "Drink slowly, I added a lot of ingredients. The children's spiritual strength is extraordinary, but it is messy and restless. If things go on like this, it will be very difficult."
If you still want to make some progress, why not drink the soup and take a bath in the Wangchuan River, maybe there will be some changes?"
Hou Ting said respectfully: "My elders gave me this gift, but I dare not refuse it."
After drinking three bowls in a row, a warmth came from within, a very special feeling. I was about to climb over the railing and jump into the river, but suddenly I remembered something. I rode on the railing and turned around and asked:
"Mother-in-law, which senior sword cultivator vomited your soup?"
Po Meng's cloudy eyes twitched, as if she was recalling something, "You Quanzhen taught him, but I don't dare to say his name. Well, it's been thousands of years and I have forgotten what he looks like... I forgot."
, forget it, some people will be in trouble if they remember it too clearly..."
Hou Zi's heart moved. How many thousands of years? That was before the revival of Jinxiu's inspiration. In this case, it can only be the two ancestors of Jianmai, either surnamed Mu? Or surnamed Shi?
For a moment, I couldn't figure out the connection behind this. I jumped up and threw myself into the dark Wangchuan River. In the extremely chaotic scene of reincarnation, no one noticed that there was such an unthinkable person.
