"Sir, since the wind and waves are so strong, you should go hide in the cabin." Seeing Wang Zhe still on the deck, the boatman on the side stepped forward to persuade him.

"No need, it's nice to be outside." Wang Zhe said with a smile, turning to look at the turbulent sea.

Now it is surrounded by sea water and there is no land in sight.

After hearing this, the boatman responded and turned around to do other things.

He knew that these people on the boat were not ordinary people, they could climb water, open mountains and crack rocks. He was a little worried about the money he made, but the salary paid by these people was really too high.

"Boatman, have you ever been to that fairy mountain overseas?" Amidst the wind and waves, Wang Zhe's words floated into the boatman's ears very clearly.

"I have never been to this young master. I just took a look from a distance and know the approximate location. The fairy mountain is shrouded in thick fog, and the surrounding sea is violently stormy. There is no way to get closer." The boatman said.

This time, he only wanted to take them to a location where they could see the fairy mountain. As for how to approach and climb the fairy mountain after arriving, that was not something he considered.

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"It will take at least one day," the boatman said.

"Is it so far?" The distance between the overseas fairy mountains was farther than he imagined.

The boat sailed for a while, and the wind and waves on the sea became stronger.

The boatman was busy, but the few people in the cabin were quiet.

The young master was drinking by himself, the man dressed as a Taoist priest closed his eyes and concentrated, the monk carrying a sword silently read the book in his hand, and the sloppy monk lowered his head and stared at the torn straw sandals, fascinated.

The sky was gradually getting dark. The boatman had some porridge and vegetables on the boat and wanted to share it with everyone. Everyone in the cabin thanked them, but no one ate. They all brought food with them.

Wuwu, there is a strange sound mixed in the sea breeze, as if someone is whimpering and crying,

The sound is erratic, far away and near,

"Siren?"

The expressions of the boatman and the waiter changed greatly, and they hurriedly stretched out their hands to pinch the special pendants hanging on their chests, and at the same time covered their ears with their hands.

"Cover your ears and stay still!" he shouted.

In the cabin, the young master immediately put away the wine bottle and wine glass and looked outside with a solemn expression.

The man opened his eyes,

The monk carrying the sword put away the books in his hands,

The monk was still staring at his toes in a daze,

Wang Zhe's spiritual consciousness spread out and reached a very far place.

We also found the source of the sound, which was a corpse. There were not just one corpse floating on the sea, but many, floating with the waves.

Amidst the wind and waves, the ship continued to move forward,

The voice is getting clearer and clearer,

The boatman and the waiter were already kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and kept mumbling,

In the cabin, a jade plaque worn by the young master emitted a soft spiritual light.

The Taoist pinched a magic formula with both hands and recited the magic formula silently.

The monk carrying the sword sat up straight, as if a sword was about to be unsheathed at any time.

The monk still stared at his toes and did nothing.

Outside the cabin, Tuanzi was a little irritable and flapped his wings a few times.

"Don't be impatient." Wang Zhe gently stroked the dumplings and then recited the "Qing Jing Sutra" softly.

The voice is very soft, like a breeze,

The group became quiet,

Although the boatman and the waiter covered their ears, they could still hear the crying in the wind. Just when they felt they could no longer hold on,

They heard another sound, the sound of scriptures, the Taoist scriptures,

The sound of the sutra was very soft but very clear. When the sound of the sutra appeared, the strange and disturbing cry that was about to make them collapse became smaller and then disappeared.

"No more?!"

Unable to hear that terrible sound, their trembling bodies slowly stopped, looking up and looking around,

There was a loud bang, and the hull of the ship hit something.

Crunch, something is moving in the wind and waves,

In the sea, a floating corpse hit the hull of the ship. Then the corpse suddenly stretched out its rotten arms and grabbed the hull. Then it slowly climbed up.

On the boat, Wang Zhe waved his hand gently, and his magic power swept across,

The corpse trembled, let go of its hand, and fell into the sea.

These corpses are all monks who once tried to find the overseas fairy mountains but perished in the sea. Although they died, they were affected by a special influence and their ghosts lingered here with the corpses.

Use that weird sound to disturb the minds of people on passing ships, let them die here, and join them,

Peng, Peng, Peng,

Boats kept hitting bodies floating on the sea,

Finally, I crossed this sea area without any danger,

Almost at the same time, the clear sound of the sutra that reached my ears also stopped.

Phew, the boatman and the guy breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous!"

"The sea of ​​dead bodies has passed." The boatman looked at the sea area with a wistful look.

Look at Wang Wang who is sitting on the deck, reaching out to gently caress the goshawk crouching beside.

"With no fear on his face and calm as usual, he is a legendary master!" the boatman sighed.

"I don't know who made the sutra sound just now." He looked inside the cabin again.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the cabin and found that everyone inside was safe.

"Have you arrived at the boatman's house?" Young Master asked with a smile when he saw him coming in.

"Sir, it's still early. Just hope the guests are fine." The boatman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Does the sea area just now have a name?"

"That's called the Sea of ​​Dead Corpses. The people floating on the sea are all trying to find the fairy mountains overseas. They met unexpected people on the way." The boatman said.

"Do I have to go there to go to the Overseas Fairy Mountain?"

"I only know this sea route." The boatman said truthfully.

The young master waved his hand and threw him a piece of gold.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The boatman hurriedly bowed and saluted.

After crossing the Sea of ​​Dead Corpses, not long after walking, it started to rain.

This rain is still water droplets in mid-air, but when it falls on the boat, it turns into ice crystals.

"Bingyu!" The boatman looked at the sky with a worried look in his eyes.

Soon, a chill enveloped the ship.

The monks in the cabin were naturally not afraid of the severe cold, but the boatman and the waiter were shivering passively.

"Amitabha." The sloppy monk finally stopped staring at his worn-out shoe, raised his head, and recited the Buddha's name.

The soft Buddha's light emanated from his body and soon filled the cabin. Then it spread out and came to the boatman and the waiter, wrapping them up.

Suddenly, the two of them stopped trembling.

There was a crackle and hail fell from the sky.

Wang Zhe looked up and saw that the dark clouds above his head were very low.

The wind is getting stronger and the waves are getting higher and higher,

In the endless ocean, there are no signs anywhere to identify the direction.

The boatman struggled to drive this small wooden boat through the sea.

Wang Zhe was a little curious, how did he know the direction in the sea, knowing that there were no stars in the sky.

The storm keeps coming,

The ship was rising and falling in the waves, and it seemed that it might be swallowed by the rough waves at any time.

So I drifted in the wind and waves until dawn,

The wind suddenly stopped and the rain stopped,

A ray of sunlight shines through the clouds,

Phew, the pale-faced boatman and the waiter seemed a little exhausted,
To be continued...