"The hand of fate, is there really such a power in the dark?"
Suddenly, this feeling disappeared in an instant. Qin Nan frowned, carefully pondering and recalling the strange feeling just now.
The whole world is like a river running from west to east. All living creatures are fish in this river. They always swim in the direction of the current and go with the current. It seems that they are swimming freely, but
In fact, everything is moved by the water flow.
And Qin Nan feels like this now. He is also a fish in this river. Suddenly, for some reason, he suddenly jumped out of the water. The moment he jumped out of the water, he looked down and found
I learned the secrets of the entire river, and saw the direction of the river and the driving force of the river.
However, it was only for a moment. When Qin Nan wanted to take a closer look at where the river came from and where it was going, he fell from the river into the water again, surrounded by a vast and turbid environment.
Clear, he could no longer see clearly.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Hurry up, old pig, I'll help you use the magic of transformation to become this witch clan ghost."
Seeing that Qin Nan was dazed for a while, Zhu Bajie quickly pushed him, and then hit him with a transformation technique. Qin Nan's figure began to change, and finally turned into a ghost-like appearance, which was exactly the same.
"Forget it, now is not the time to think about such profound issues. It is more important to sneak into the underworld."
Qin Nan shook his head and put all those strange thoughts behind him. Then he and Zhu Bajie carefully looked around and found nothing unusual. None of the other Witch Clan ghosts noticed.
With the changes here, I walked straight in from the gate of the underworld with great arrogance.
Swish, swish, swish...
Several invisible rays of light flashed down, scanning Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie like a scanner, but were blocked by two dark golden rays of light emerging from their bodies.
Qin Nan knew that all objects entering and exiting the gates of the underworld would be scanned in this way. If they were ghosts, their memories would be stimulated, allowing them to understand their past and present lives and understand their own merits and demerits. Only when Yama is sentencing them can they understand clearly.
.but
If it was a living being, it would be very bad. If it were not for the protection of Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie who have the power of rank, the body would be forcibly bombarded by the gate of the underworld, and nothing would be left. Only the soul would be left like others.
He entered the underworld like a ghost.
Therefore, even if a mortal has a narrow escape from death and touches the gate of the underworld, once he enters the underworld, he will live and die, and there is no possibility of returning to the world.
"Wow! This Netherworld is different from the Netherworld. Why do I feel so cold all around, old pig, and it seems like someone is staring at me from behind at any time? Master, something is so wrong here, I think we should leave quickly!"
Zhu Bajie felt something was wrong as soon as he entered this netherworld, and Qin Nan felt the same, as if he was on pins and needles. Sure enough, a place where the dead are not a place where living people can stay comfortably. Even though Qin Nan and the others had the protection of the power of rank, they still felt awkward.
, the spiritual consciousness cannot function.
"Let's go! Go in and take a look again, Bajie, don't worry, we are protected by the power of rank, what are we afraid of?"
Qin Nan shook the eight sun-shooting arrows on his body, gained courage, and stepped in with Zhu Bajie.
Wailing and wailing, in the entire underworld, Qin Nan could not see the sky, nor could he step on the real ground. When people walked on it, it seemed as if they were suspended in the air. All kinds of souls and ghosts were crowded around, completely like
Just like a grocery store.
Fortunately, Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie had the power of rank, which made these ghosts and ghosts think that they were real ghosts, so they kept a respectful distance from them and did not dare to approach them.
"Hey! What should I do? Since the emperor's death, the Netherworld Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen have been missing, all souls cannot be reincarnated, and more and more souls have accumulated in our underworld."
"That's right! The Tenth Palace Yama is happy to have some leisure time, but it's the ghosts like us below who have to drive these souls back and forth every day without any rest."
"I'm tired of this kind of life, but I heard that the Ten Palaces of Yama are not idle either. They are building the hell in our Netherworld Underworld. It is said that in order to accommodate these souls, there are a total of eighteen floors. Each floor is boundless and can
It can accommodate hundreds of millions of souls. Then we won’t be afraid of these souls being crowded here, and we won’t have to rush here and there..."
Qin Nan and Zhu Bajie listened carefully, but they heard a lot of secrets about the conversations between the ghosts of the Wu clan.
"Ten halls of Yama, eighteen levels of hell...this..."
Regarding the legend of the Netherworld Underworld, Qin Nan's impressions came from the mythological TV series "Journey to the West" he watched. He had a deep memory of King Yama and the eighteen levels of hell in it. However, when Sun Monkey entered the Netherworld Underworld, he tore the
Qin Nan laughed off the matter of destroying the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen. No matter how powerful Sun Houhou was, how could he easily destroy the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen that were blessed by the power of his rank?
"Master, this is too scary! Who is the Tenth Palace of Yama in the underworld? He actually wants to create eighteen levels of hell in an attempt to imprison the souls of all living creatures. It's too scary..."
Zhu Bajie thought more deeply than Qin Nan. He knew that the ten halls of Yama that built the underworld and the eighteen levels of hell were definitely not just to accommodate these souls.
"Well! There must be something hidden in this. Maybe it involves a huge secret."
The moment he heard "Eighteen Levels of Hell", many horrific scenes appeared in Qin Nan's mind, such as cutting out tongues, climbing mountains of knives, and falling into oil pans...
Various tortures flashed through Qin Nan's mind. These were all what Qin Nan had heard about the eighteen levels of hell.
"If the Ten Halls of Hell really want these eighteen levels of hell to accommodate souls, why do they need so many punishments? There must be something very fishy in this."
Qin Nan also felt that it was very complicated, so he winked at Zhu Bajie and said, "Let's sneak into the depths of the underworld to see what the eighteen levels of hell are."
"good!"
Zhu Bajie had been here for so long, but nothing happened. Seeing that there was no danger, he became bolder now. In addition, he was curious about the eighteen levels of hell, so he and Qin Nan groped all the way, passing through countless souls, towards the ten levels of hell.
Coming from the eight hells.
"Meng Po soup, take a sip and forget about the world of mortals..."
Qin Nan was attracted by a strange sound as the water flowed and people hawked. He and Zhu Bajie followed the sound and saw a spring in the distance with no beginning or end, running through the entire Netherworld.
Above this spring, there is a miniature stone arch bridge, which is very delicate and small. On the stone arch bridge, there is an old woman with a scarf on her head, holding a broken porcelain bowl in her hand, and shouting with her mouth full.
"This... is Meng Po soup. Is that old woman Meng Po soup?"
Qin Nan immediately remembered the Meng Po soup that was said to make people forget everything they had experienced during their lives. Then he looked at the spring water. At first glance, it was crystal clear and very refreshing, but when he looked at it again,
At that time, it revealed a mysterious black-yellow color.
"This spring is the Yellow Spring?"
In an instant, Qin Nan understood that when those souls arrived in the underworld, before reincarnation, they had to come to the underworld and take a sip of Meng Po soup before they could reincarnate in the six realms of reincarnation.
"Master, I, an old pig, saw something was wrong with that old woman. Why didn't she have any mana fluctuations in her body? She was just like a mortal. But if she was really a mortal, how could she gain a foothold in this netherworld and even hawk soup?
Come on, this hell is full of souls, is it possible that her Meng Po soup is for ghosts to drink?"
Zhu Bajie had a look of surprise on his face. This was indeed the case. Anyone in this underworld full of ghosts would feel the same when he saw such a leisurely and thoughtful old woman holding a broken porcelain bowl and drinking Meng Po soup.
Very weird.
"Yes! Bajie, you are right this time. Her Meng Po soup is really for ghosts."
Qin Nan smiled, pointed in the direction of Meng Po, and then told him the functions and allusions of Meng Po soup.
"Just a bowl of Meng Po soup can make people forget their past and present lives? I don't believe it. Master, let's go over and take a look..."
Arriving in front of Po Meng, Qin Nan was not surprised at all when he saw Po Meng. He came to them with Meng Po Soup in his hands and said: "A bowl of Meng Po Soup will make all the past lives disappear. Take one."
Let’s have a bowl! Let’s have a bowl!”
"Mother Meng, we are not here to drink your Po Meng soup, we are here to ask something!"
Qin Nan gently pushed away Po Meng's broken porcelain bowl and said carefully to Po Meng's empty eyes.
"Meng Po soup, Meng Po soup..."
However, Mrs. Meng didn't seem to hear Qin Nan's words at all, and kept talking to herself.
"Hey! You old woman, my master is talking to you! Why don't you seem to notice..."
When Zhu Bajie saw that Po Meng was actually ignoring his master, and he didn't care that he thought Po Meng was inscrutable before, he moved his paw forward to catch Po Meng.
"Bajie, take your time, don't be rude."
Seeing Zhu Bajie about to get violent, Qin Nan quickly stopped him and whispered to Bajie: "Zhu Bajie, don't mess around. You don't know her true identity, otherwise you wouldn't be so bold."
"What is the true identity of a stinky old woman? I, the old pig, am also a Daluo Jinxian after all. How can I still be afraid of her?"
Zhu Bajie, on the other hand, had a look of disdain. He thought that Hou Yi, who had the highest level of cultivation in the netherworld, was dead. Even the ten great Yamas were only of the level of a great witch, which was comparable to Zhu Bajie, although they might not be able to defeat him.
They, however, were not afraid at all.
"Do you know what transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation? "She" is actually her..."
Qin Nan didn't name anyone, and said to Zhu Bajie in a roundabout way. However, Zhu Bajie suddenly understood, with a surprised look on his face, covering his mouth, and asked Qin Nan in disbelief: "Master, you mean, she is
