Wang Baole's memory of the journey was a little blurry. It seemed that the dream was so real that everything he saw now was both familiar and unfamiliar.
So on the way back, after singing the soul ballad many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky and unconsciously thought of his dream again.
He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the most handsome man in the Federation. At the same time, he also had some confidantes, such as Little White Rabbit, Zhao Yameng, Li Waner, Li Yi, and Li Xiu...
"No, there is no Li Yi!" Wang Baole thought for a while, and at the same time he was a little confused. He felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he couldn't remember clearly, but this made him feel crazy in his heart. He felt incredible and a little scared at the same time.
Already.
"No, in my dream... no, I, Wang Baole, am not that kind of person!!" Wang Baole was frightened and hurriedly recalled the things in his dream. He gradually remembered some things and realized that Li Xiu was just his confidant's brother in the dream.
Only then did I feel truly relieved.
But as the memories in the dream emerged, for some reason he felt a wave of reluctance in his heart, towards his parents in the dream, towards his friends and beauties, towards the Federation...
"It's just a dream..." Wang Baole sighed softly in his heart. The old man in front of him looked back at Wang Baole and spoke softly.
"Baole, are you still thinking about the Federation in your dream?"
Wang Baole raised his head when he heard this, looked at his master, thought for a while and then asked.
"Master, why do people dream? This dream of the Federation is too real..."
The old man looked at Wang Baole with kindness on his face. He raised his hand and touched Wang Baole's head and spoke gently.
"Baole, as Mingzi, you have to know that there are no dreams in this world. The so-called dreams... are actually another version of yourself!"
"The other me?" Wang Baole was a little confused and was about to ask. Suddenly, he noticed that a finger on his master's palm was disappearing. This made him immediately forget about the dream and exclaimed.
"Master, your finger..."
The old man lowered his head to look at his fingers and smiled slightly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but he looked even more kindly when he looked at Wang Baole.
"It's okay, it's just some injuries from the early years."
Wang Baole wanted to ask, but the old man had already turned around and shook the oar, causing the lone boat to go away and gradually cross the starry sky, until after a long time... it appeared in a bright star field.
This star field is filled with shining stars. The number of these stars is probably more than a million!!
And every star has an illusory gate that is many times larger than the star. It is erected there. The appearance of these gates are almost the same. They are full of vicissitudes and simplicity, and they are so majestic that it is difficult to describe their vastness.
In short, if you look around, the stars here are endless, and the gates are also endless... At the same time, there are soul rivers passing through these gates, running through all the illusory gates, and surrounding the star field.
There are also a large number of monks flying in the starry sky, seeming to be guiding and guarding. After they saw Wang Baole's master, they all paid respects to him one by one. It can be seen from their expressions that they have great regard for the old man.
Respect comes from the bottom of my heart.
It was difficult for the old man to respond to these greetings one by one. He just nodded slightly and spoke softly at the same time, as if talking to himself or explaining.
"This is the door to the afterlife!"
"The door to the afterlife..." Wang Baole murmured, his mind shaking until the boat reached the center of this star field, where there was a... huge one, even surpassing it to some extent.
The giant stars of the solar system!
The moment he saw this star, Wang Baole was so shocked that his mind was shaken.
This star is too big. It is colorful and symmetrical. There are also a large number of dead souls emanating from this star. From a distance, this star is like the source of the Styx. The dead souls it emits gather to form a river.
, spread out, become tributaries, and enter the different gates of rebirth around!
"This is the responsibility of the Ming Sect, reincarnation!" The old man's voice echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already stunned by this scene. Until the lone boat entered the star as big as the solar system, he saw the surface of the star.
On the mountain, there are countless mountains, rivers, and...the endless palaces!!
On the ground in the distance, you can still see many ferocious beasts that are ten thousand feet tall. They have no anger and are peaceful, helping the monks to build a... more majestic stone monument!
This stone tablet is just a prototype now, but it already seems to be as high as the sky, extremely spectacular!
And countless monks from the Underworld sect were constantly wandering on the stars and in the star field. Wang Baole was obviously unfamiliar with all of these, but he instinctively told himself that these were familiar.
The intertwining of these feelings made his breath a little disordered, and he was often at a loss.
Until the lone boat where his master was, he took him to the highest mountain range of the star. There, there were groups of palaces, vast and vast. Not only were there countless halls and monks on the ground, but also in the sky.
, countless palaces floated, countless monks shuttled around, and there were even giant beasts that looked like Kunpeng cruising through the sky.
All this caused strong fluctuations in Wang Baole's mind. He didn't even notice that his master took him and landed outside a palace. He had already gone away until he heard a message in his ears.
Only with a complaining voice did Wang Baole wake up.
"Why are there so many this time? Some of them are busy. Baole, why are you in a daze? It's not like I haven't seen you before. Come and help me!" The person who spoke was a young man. This young man was wearing a black Taoist robe with a face.
There were still some freckles on his face, and he looked helpless in his expression. He looked at the river of souls in the sky formed by the densely packed dead souls extradited by Ming Kunzi, and sighed.
Wang Baole quickly turned around. After seeing the young man, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory. He realized that this was his senior brother and hurried over, but he didn't know what he was going to do, so he hesitated and asked.
"Brother, what should I do?"
"You're not going to be lazy again, Baole. There are too many souls this time, and senior brother is too busy to handle them. You can't be lazy at all today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a main hall.
Inside, this main hall is as big as half a city. While it is magnificent, there are nine statues erected inside. One of these nine statues is none other than Ming Kunzi!
Obviously, the other eight deities have the same identity as Ming Kunzi...the Great Elder of Ming Sect!
In the center of these nine statues, there are bronze mirrors the size of a person. There are so many bronze mirrors here that they are countless. There are at least millions of them. In front of each bronze mirror, there is a ghost.
The monk sat there and kept drawing in front of the mirror...
At the same time, among the millions of bronze mirrors, there are two bronze mirrors that are extremely conspicuous. Not only are they larger, they are also different in color from the other bronze mirrors. The others are all copper-colored, but these two mirrors are purple.
Like a main mirror!
As for Wang Baole, he was pulled by his senior brother, and under the greetings of others, he walked all the way to the two main mirrors and refused to let him go.
This made Wang Baole a little confused. Everything around him seemed strange yet familiar, but he really didn't know what to do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help but ask again.
"Brother, what should I do?"
The young man with freckles on his face took a deep look at Wang Baole and spoke softly.
"Baole, don't you know how to paint corpse faces anymore..."
"Corpse face!" Wang Baole's body trembled, and he looked at the purple bronze mirror in front of him. He saw a ray of dead soul gradually emerging from the bronze mirror. It was clasping its fists towards Wang Baole. It had no appearance and no facial features...
"Baole, don't be careless. After these dead souls come here, their appearance in life will slowly dissipate. So you have to follow the guidance of heaven and paint the faces of these souls. You will decide what they look like.
Its initial appearance in the next life after reincarnation!" The young man said, no longer paying attention to Wang Baole, but used his finger as a pen to outline the appearance of the dead soul in the bronze mirror.
Wang Baole's breathing was a little quick. He naturally knew the Corpse Face Technique, but he couldn't remember whether he knew it originally or learned it in a dream. At this moment, his memory was a little confused. Seeing the dead soul waiting, he just
Putting down his thoughts, he raised his right hand, closed his eyes, and thought of the corpse face method he had learned.
First draw the corpse's eyebrows, eyes, then nose, then lips, and finally... the corpse face!
After a while, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened, and his right index finger dropped instantly. Just as he was about to draw, for some unknown reason, a will seemed to come to his mind. Faintly, he seemed to see a baby girl, born in a star.
The entire destiny from birth to death...
This is not this soul’s previous life, but his next life!
As for its fate, he couldn't remember clearly after reading it, only its appearance... eternally emerged in his mind, forming a guide, causing his hand to gradually begin to outline on the dead soul...