This is a word whose meaning can be directly seen from the text, but it is also a word that cannot be verified.
"Master Bao, do you mean that we can only enter the capital city of Ying by using the Mingzhou?" Chen Zhi turned around and asked Master Bao.
"Well! That should be it"
Mr. Bao replied in a calm tone, and suddenly coughed violently for a while,
"In many myths and legends, we often see descriptions of people going to the underworld after death. They will see a boatman holding a small boat to the shore to pick up the deceased and cross the river. This river is the boundary between the human world and the underworld.
and the Lethe River in the underworld.
In Chinese myths and legends, after death, people have to pass through the gate of hell, passing through Huangquan Road. The boundary between Huangquan Road and Hades is drawn by the Wangchuan River. The water of the Wangchuan River is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.
, full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blows against your face. There is a Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. There is an old woman sitting by the Naihe Bridge, called Po Meng. If you want to cross the Wangchuan River, you must cross the Naihe Bridge. And if you want to cross the Naihe Bridge, you must drink
Meng Po Soup, after drinking Meng Po Soup, you will forget all the grudges and hatreds when you were alive, the past events, and enter the underworld to be reincarnated.
This Meng Po may be a ridiculous folk legend, but this Wangchuan River is real. In the ancient times hundreds of millions of years ago, we don't know what happened on this land, but there is one thing that can
It is certain that before the emergence of human civilization, there was an extremely magnificent and splendid civilization here.
And the creatures or gods of that civilized era created this Yingdu City, and everything in this Yingdu City is beyond the imagination of us humans today.
The ghost town of Yingdu has gradually become legendary through people's oral tradition from generation to generation, with images such as Po Meng and Judge appearing, but some of them are real, such as the Mingzhou, the only means of transportation that can walk on the Wangchuan River."
"If this Mingzhou really exists, are all the people living in the Yingdu Ghost City really the souls of the dead? Is it the eighteenth level of hell?" Fat Wei asked.
Ghost Sword also raised his head. Everyone seemed to be very sensitive to the word hell.
"I don't know, but I don't think so," Mr. Bao said, shaking his head.
"We don't know the real situation in Yingdu City now, but based on what we know now, there is nothing after death, and there are no so-called ghosts.
Even if this Yingdu City is really a ghost town, it is also a special area in the era of ancient gods. It does not mean that it is the underworld where ghosts go. Of course, these are all my thoughts..."
"Mingzhou..."
Chen Zhi did not listen carefully to what Mr. Bao said. Instead, he silently looked at the two small words "Mingzhou" on the map. For some reason, he always felt that these two words looked so familiar.
There is a very weak impression in my mind.
"Chen Zhi's brain searched rapidly, and he discovered more and more that his mind was like a storage disk, able to store the details of all experiences and never forget them, just like watching a video.
He tried hard to recall everything he had seen, all the tiny details, all the inconspicuous fragments, looking for traces of the two divine words "Underworld Boat".
Chen Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered that he had seen these two small characters in the tomb of Zi Qing, the master craftsman of the Warring States period, under the large waterfall in the Tomb of the God of Heavenly Fox, but Chen Zhi had not seen it at that time.
Understand the divine text but don’t understand its meaning.
"Do you remember that we once passed a cemetery of Zi Qing during the Warring States Period under the waterfall of Tianhu God's Tomb?" Chen Zhi turned back and said to everyone.
"Zi Qing is a man who understands the essence of making artifacts. His ancestors received a book on making artifacts from the gods, called "The Divine Skills of Creation." Do you remember the scene in the tomb at that time? Zi Qing put this book "The Magical Art of Creation"
"The Divine Skills of Creation" are all engraved on the tomb wall, and part of it seems to describe how to make a Hades boat.
I had seen the production drawing with my own eyes at that time, but because I was in a panic and pressed for time, I did not copy the mural. Later, we escaped after the cemetery was destroyed. But even if we knew it now, how could we go back?
?”
After Chen Zhi finished speaking, he told Master Bao completely about the overall situation of his encounter with the mural of the sacred book "The Divine Technique of Creation" under the waterfall.
After hearing this, Mr. Bao was silent for a long time and lightly shook his head.
"It is absolutely impossible to return to the Tomb of the Sky Fox God. Now there is no trace of the Ming Zhou. It seems that you still cannot walk on this road to hell."
"What were you talking about "The Divine Skill of Creation" just now? Could it be those broken murals painted on the curtain wall behind the coffin of the big red-haired zombie Zi Qing?"
Fat Wei asked with wide eyes,
"You said what a good thing it was, but I didn't understand it, so I took pictures of it all."
"What?" Everyone was stunned when they heard Fat Wei's words, and Guidao, who had been silent just now, asked.
"When did you take the photo? I didn't even see it?"
"hey-hey!",
Fat Wei snickered,
"You, fat man, and I have a passion for making money that you ordinary people can never imagine. While you were wandering around and fighting against the red-haired zombies, I casually took photos of all the murals with my mobile phone, and the entire page was covered.
There is no shortage of them. Although the light is a little dim, the patterns and text on them can all be seen clearly. I originally contacted a friend who collects ancient books and wanted to sell these photos. Because they only had photos, I offered a price of 1 million, but the guy thought it was too expensive. I
I'm planning to hang this girl for a few days, but I haven't made a move yet!"
"Sell those photos to me! I'll pay 5 million," Mr. Bao said to Fat Wei with a smile. "Are you satisfied with the price?"
"Hey! My Grandpa Leopard, you are really rich and generous, and you are different from those poor guys. If I had known that there was such a big tree like you, why would I have gone outside to look for grass? I often
I think it would be a great honor for me to be able to do something for you..."
Fat Wei's face immediately flushed with excitement, and he didn't know how to flatter Mr. Bao.
"I will take out the photos from my phone right now and send them to you properly." After finishing speaking, Fat Wei gave Chen Zhi a decisive look.
"I'm telling you, Chengzi! My brothers have settled the score. I took these pictures myself, and you don't have any share of the 5 million."
"Bah! You are really obsessed with money."
Chen Zhihen's teeth were itching, "How can you be so stingy and embarrassed when you are already a rich man with a net worth of 50 million?"
"Oh! You must be stingy! I haven't married a wife yet!"
As Fat Wei was looking for photos on his phone, he suddenly screamed.
"What a fucking ghost! Who touched my phone? All the photos in my phone are fucking gone."