Chapter 260 Get Huangquan to reopen the six reincarnations! Two in one
Deep in the Mist Palace.
There is a frost-white dry well.
The well is so deep that there is no end in sight.
Zhou Yi walked around the well, looking down at the bottom of the well. He could vaguely sense that there was an ancient, vast, and unfathomable aura hidden deep in the well that was like another world.
He reached out and patted the edge of the well, trying to release the power of health and explore the breath.
"Holy Monk, wait!"
Xiaoqian couldn't stop her.
A barrier rose from the bottom of the well to block Zhou Yi's temptation.
The barrier seems to be connected to the mountains and rivers, carrying the power of the earth's veins and counterattacking Zhou Yi.
Buzz!
The Great Fog Palace and the entire Youdang Mountain were shaking.
Xiaoqian smiled bitterly and said: "Although Huangquan is under the well, it is also in the Yinchuan."
She was afraid that Zhou Yi wouldn't understand, so she explained: "Yinchuan is a special realm in the underworld. It is said to be the place where ancient Yin soldiers traveled. Except for the souls of dead horses and human ghosts, no ghosts can enter. Grandma Kongshan
My mother also tried to turn the villagers at the foot of Youdang Mountain into ghost servants and went to Yinchuan to get the Huangquan Seed, but all failed, so I had to give up in the end."
Zhou Yi asked: "Besides, is there any other way to obtain the Underworld Seed?"
Before Xiaoqian could speak, the female ghosts on the side started chattering.
"Of course it is Taiyin's enlightenment, and it is recognized by Huangquan."
"But the Tao of Taiyin is so difficult and obscure that even my grandma and Empress Xiaoqian still haven't been able to understand it."
"Monk Jun, do you have any idea?"
The female ghosts were not as well-behaved as Xiaoqian, and looked at Zhou Yi with curiosity.
Although this monk is very strong, stronger than his grandmother and Empress Xiaoqian, he is still a man from the mortal world.
Even though Empress Xiaoqian said that the monk had feelings for Huang Quan, it could be seen just now that Huang Quan had no feelings for him and was full of resistance and rejection.
Come to think of it, how could a monk be the true master of Huang Quan?
Xiaoqian saw the reactions of the female ghosts in her eyes, but she had completely different thoughts in her heart.
From the moment the holy monk stepped into the Mist Palace, she could clearly sense that something strange had happened to the Yellow Spring Seed deep in the dry well, at the foot of the Youdang Mountain, and in the Yin River.
Not only did he gradually wake up, but he also began to call faintly, full of expectation.
There was obviously something on the holy monk's body that had some kind of resonance with Huang Quan.
However, what stands between the holy monk and the underworld is Yinchuan and the Yinchuan legal principles left over from ancient times.
Not to mention that the holy monk is a living person in the underworld, not even the ghosts in the underworld can enter the underworld without permission.
"The young monk has not practiced the Tao of Taiyin, so it seems that he can only use the first method."
Zhou Yi smiled, then sat cross-legged and meditated with his eyes closed.
The female ghosts looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. They wanted to say something, but were stopped by Xiaoqian's look.
Although Xiaoqian didn't know the reason, she didn't ask any more questions and led the female ghosts to sit cross-legged behind Zhou Yi and wait quietly.
Time passed and night fell, covering the Mist Palace built on the tomb of the deserted grave.
Zhou Yi opened his eyes.
"Come out."
In the dantian, the shadow of the horse swayed and leaped up.
The majestic neighing sound resounded through the hall, echoed in the distance, and echoed across the mountains and rivers.
Out of the gray mist, a huge white horse surrounded by phosphorus fire slowly walked out. Its eyes were as cold as frost, but unfathomable.
"ah!"
All the female ghosts retreated in panic, feeling the blazing Yang Qi released by the night horse, but instinctively they were ready to move.
"This is……"
Xiaoqian looked at Ye Ma blankly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "It's the legendary horse."
Seeing Zhou Yi already sitting on the horse, holding the raccoon slave in his arms, he was about to step into the Yinchuan River.
Xiaoqian couldn't help shouting: "Can the holy monk take Xiaoqian with him to see what the underworld is like?"
Zhou Yi didn't say anything, his robe sleeves were rolled up, and Xiao Qian had already fallen onto the horse's back.
The horse's back was huge, but Xiaoqian didn't dare to go too far away from Zhou Yi. After all, she was about to go to the most mysterious realm in the underworld. Even though her cultivation level had returned to the title of Grand Administrator, her heart was filled with anxiety.
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Once you enter the wilderness, the moon sets without bounds.
The location of Yinchuan is also under the underworld. Naturally, there is no moon and it is pitch black.
Zhou Yi was riding a white jade flaming night horse, and the firelight reflected on his round and bright head, like a bright moon falling from the sky.
The lamentations of wronged souls and the roars of evil ghosts floated back and forth in the Yin River, one after another.
"The death of a ghost is a ghost, the death of a ghost is a hope, and the hope of a death is a misfortune...until the final sinking, never to be reincarnated. These sounds must be the sounds of ghosts after death. No wonder ghosts are afraid of ghosts, just like people are afraid of ghosts."
Zhou Yi sat on the horse and murmured in a low voice.
Xiaoqian glanced at Zhou Yi complicatedly: "The holy monk is so familiar. Could it be that he has been to Yinchuan before?"
"I've seen it before."
Previously in Wenhe County, Zhou Yi sat behind the scenes, interrogated hundreds of ghosts at night, and punished the guilty ghosts according to the laws of the underworld. He had witnessed the division of the Yin Earth, and the evil ghosts were thrown into the Yin River to accept the punishment of the underworld.
Therefore, we know the location of Yinchuan, which is also under the underworld.
Such a structure reminded Zhou Yi of the eighteen levels of hell.
But I don’t know whether the eighteen levels of hell will still exist in this life, in the Tang Dynasty?
"He is worthy of being the great king of the underworld in the south. People from the underworld can also dominate the underworld. If the world knew about it, I wonder what they would think?"
Xiaoqian sat cross-legged, covering her mouth and smiling. Her beautiful and picturesque face did not look so pale against the firelight, "By the way, I wonder what the holy monk has to say about Huangquan? This Huangquan is a spring after all.
Or the road?”
Zhou Yi glanced at Xiaoqian: "You and grandma have been guarding Youdang Mountain for so many years, and the underworld is right under you, and you don't even know it?"
Xiaoqian sighed: "Some ghosts say that Huangquan is one of the nine springs, the first spring in the underworld in ancient times. There are also old ghosts who say that Huangquan is a long road between the two realms of life and death, leading ghosts to the underworld.
The only passage. Over the years, my grandmother and I have occupied Youdang Mountain and cultivated the Tao of Taiyin. Although we can sense the underworld, we feel that it is more like a seed buried deep in the Yin River."
"Seeds?" Zhou Yi whispered.
"Yes, it's like a seed."
Xiaoqian's eyebrows were slightly raised, with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "The ghosts and ghosts in the world want to know what the underworld is. Over the years, there has been a consensus in the underworld that those who get the underworld can control hundreds of ghosts.
Restart the underworld and take charge of the six paths of reincarnation."
"It turns out that no one knows what Huangquan is. No wonder..."
Zhou Yi recalled that the Youyin Master from Beifeng Mansion didn't actually know what Huangquan was. He only knew that it was hidden under Youdang Mountain.
In fact, there are many people who know the whereabouts of Huangquan, such as Zhenren Youyin, Zhenmo Tianyi, and the one-winged roc.
But they don't even know what the underworld is, let alone obtain it.
Is this Yellow Spring a spring or a road?
While Zhou Yi was thinking, he galloped his horse towards the end of Yin River, where the mysterious aura of underworld was coming from.
Time passed, and Ye Ma had been galloping in the Yinchuan for unknown lengths of time, but the breath of Huangquan was always out of reach.
It seems like it can never be reached.
"Meow……"
The little raccoon slave lay with his head buried beside Zhou Yi's knees, yawning from time to time, his eyes showing sleepiness.
It's not that I'm really tired, but that I'm bored.
Although Xiaoqian didn't show it so obviously, her eyes gradually darkened, and she obviously no longer had confidence in finding Huang Quan.
"Not yet...that's not right."
Zhou Yi stopped the night horse.
"The Way of the Underworld, the Way of the Underworld...could it be..."
A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and a vague idea floated through his mind.
Almost at the same time, billions of small black characters rushed out, like stars and sea sand, floating and accumulating.
Ye Ma, Li Nu, Xiao Qian, including the springs churning with blood-red magma, all disappeared.
Everything is silent.
Everything is still.
Everything is in ruins.
Zhou Yi closed and opened his eyes and found that he was in another place.
The land is like the Gobi Desert, endlessly desolate and filled with yellow sand.
On the top of the dark clouds, a huge purple eye is looking down at the world indifferently.
All sentient beings on the other side bowed and worshiped, and their majestic faith outlined a world as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.
Thousands of wisps of green smoke spread across the sky, and the endless clouds of incense suppressed the ancient order and law.
"Isn't this just..."
An extremely familiar feeling arose in Zhou Yi's heart, "That scene I often dream about?"
Ever since he killed Xiuhua in the Xu Mansion, almost every time before he obtained Qingyan, he would dream of such a scene whenever he fell asleep.
At first, he was still a little fresh and curious, but as time went by, he gradually got tired of it, which led him to develop the bad habit of staying up all night.
The fantasy still continues.
On the desolate land, Zhou Yi wore a worn-out monk's robe, exposed to the wind and sun, and walked barefoot.
The rough and hard sand and stones cut the soles of his feet, blood flowed, and scabs formed, then cracked, and then scabs formed...
He suffered from pain, hunger, thirst and exhaustion, and finally died of old age during the endless journey.
There is nothing more painful than this in life.
"This is the knowledge of suffering."
The scene in front of me changed again.
He was still a monk, but he encountered great wealth during his journey and obtained countless treasures and lands.
He built 300 monasteries, owned 300,000 acres of fertile land, had fine clothes and fine food, and was surrounded by servants who came and went.
But not long after, they encountered natural and man-made disasters, and everything was reduced to nothing overnight.
Zhou Yi followed the illusion, as if he was experiencing it himself, but also as if he was watching with cold eyes.
"This is a broken collection."
After experiencing these two illusions, Zhou Yi felt that everything was empty, that wealth, life and death were nothing but smoke and clouds.
"This is how it is realized."
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at the giant purple eye in the sky and clouds.
“My four realms are: one is the knowledge of suffering, the second is the cessation of collection, the third is the realization of cessation, and the fourth is seeking the path.
All dharmas arise due to causes and conditions, I say this is the cause and condition, and when the causes and conditions are exhausted, they cease to exist, I say so.
It turns out that Huangquan is neither a spring nor a road, but a Tao...the cessation of life and death, the cycle of cause and effect, and the morality of reincarnation and rebirth!"
The giant purple eyes in the sky seemed to hear it, and turned around to look for Zhou Yi.
Thousands of wisps of blue smoke swayed slightly, and the clouds of incense in the sky shook with it, and the suppressed order and justice were about to move.
Facing the scrutiny of the giant purple eyes, Zhou Yi was very calm even though he was not relaxed.
A line of small black characters floated by, 'Void consumption is destroyed, Xu Mansion is born, and the underworld wheel is opened.'
Yes, as early as half a year ago, after the night banquet in the Xu Mansion, the small black letters had already been displayed - the beginning of the Hades.
Minglun means the wheel of reincarnation in the underworld, which is the six paths of reincarnation passed down from ancient times!
But these days, Zhou Yi has not seen even the shadow of reincarnation, and he once wondered whether the small black characters were also playing tricks.
It wasn't until he entered Youdang Mountain, descended to Yinchuan River, chased Huangquan, and experienced the Buddha's realm that Zhou Yi realized it.
"The Hades Wheel and the Yellow Spring are Dharma and Tao.
The young monk has attained the Pluto Chakra Dharma.
Now, all that's left is the underworld.
The accumulation of suffering destroys the Tao, and reincarnation of life and death...this is my moral principle!"
Tiantou's huge purple eyes seemed to blink.
Buzz!
That huge, ancient, mysterious aura stands out from the rules and meanings all over the sky.
It fell from the sky and turned into a bit of golden light, hitting Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at his hands.
There is a bit of golden brilliance lingering at the fingertips, blooming like a faint glow, pointing into brilliance.
"It turns out that this is Huangquan.
It is both a seed, a spring, and a road.
This Tao has thousands of transformations, and the causes and effects of all phenomena are as I wish."
Zhou Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back on the night horse.
A white horse as huge as an elephant gallops above the Yin River where phosphorus fire and magma are swirling.
The little raccoon slave curled up and lay on Zhou Yi's lap, drowsy.
Xiaoqian looked at the boundless Yin River and sighed softly.
But when Zhou Yi opened his eyes, Xiaoqian's ghostly body trembled wildly, and she suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Yi in great surprise.
The little raccoon slave also shivered, his fur all over his body stood on end, and he was completely sleepless.
Everything around seemed to be still, frozen, and stagnant.
A monk in white robes sat cross-legged in mid-air.
A circle of faint yellow light floated around his body.
As he stretched out a finger, the fingertips bloomed with light, and the huge Yin River seemed to be illuminated.
"Now that I have discovered the great road, you will come as soon as possible."
A vortex of golden light appeared under Zhou Yi's finger.
Through the strange whirlpools, you can vaguely see different places.
In Wenhe County, Mrs. Chen was riding a stone carriage, guided by ghost soldiers, touring the county.
Suddenly, a call sounded in her ears.
"This is...the saint monk has completed his merits!"
With deep joy on Mrs. Chen's face, she stepped out of the stone carriage. With the envious greetings of the ghost soldiers, she walked into the whirlpool and disappeared.
In Guangyuan County, in the Chenghuang Temple, the official Cui Hu was interrogating the ghosts at night.
From the distant depths of the underworld, a clear voice came, "Come quickly."
Cui Hu counted with his fingers, his face was filled with ecstasy, he held a large hair in his hand and bowed to the end: "Congratulations to the holy monk for his enlightenment!"
The whirlpool of golden light that emerged out of thin air swallowed him up and sucked him into the depths of Yinchuan.
As that trace of moral aura flowed out, not long after, the entire underworld of Guangyuan County fell into excitement and carnival.
The ghosts and ghosts had spirits, and naturally they sensed the unspeakable great changes coming from the depths of the underworld, and they seemed to be related to the immediate boss of Guangyuan County Chenghuang, the Great King of the South.
The people in the underworld of Guangyuan County all know very well that the great southern king started his career in the underworld of this county, and he will naturally not treat his "folks" badly in the future.
Guangyuan County to the north, both sides of Xiaojing River, Xichong County, Baling County and Xiasha County.
These three counties on Jiannan Road are also large counties with jurisdiction over five or six counties and more than ten households.
Almost at the same time, the smell of incense in the Chenghuang Temples in these three counties suddenly skyrocketed!
Above the incense clouds and haze that are difficult to see with the naked eye, three city gods are riding in the clouds and mist, looking at each other across the sky.
Above Xichong County, there is a charming woman with a graceful figure and white gauze as white as snow.
Above Baling County, there is a big man with a horse face wearing a green robe and a bamboo hat.
And above Xiasha County, there is a bull-headed monster as tall as a hill.
As early as the first month, the three of them had completed the task assigned by Zhou Yi - to capture three counties one after another and replace the original three city gods.
In terms of time, the three completed it almost at the same time. It is unknown whether anyone let go.
"The holy monk is called!"
"The holy monk is in Yinchuan?"
"Could it be..."
The three of them looked at each other from afar, with surprise on their faces.
At this time, a whirlpool appeared in the sky and sucked them all in.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Five figures landed on the back of the night horse at the same time. As long as the bull's head was smaller, the broad back of the night horse was not too crowded.
"Worship the holy monk!"
The five people leaned down to pay homage, and then subconsciously looked at Xiaoqian, who was dressed in black robe behind Zhou Yi, and were secretly shocked.
Xiaoqian was also looking at the five people with unusual looks and aura, and there was an uproar in her heart.
Although none of these five people have reached the title of Grand Administrator, they are all unique and have pure auras. They are obviously underworld beings with great potential, especially the Niutou and Mamian who once had a close relationship in Wenhe County.
It has only been a while, but his true strength may be comparable to that of a titled governor.
When she saw Cui Ying'er in a plain gauze white dress, Xiaoqian's heart skipped a beat. Although she was a deceased person, her aura was extremely fiery and incompatible with the energy of Taiyin. She was the master of the Mist Palace.
Don't dare to underestimate it either.
Before they could continue to observe each other, a majestic, mysterious, ancient and vast aura rose from Zhou Yi's fingertips, suddenly covering the entire Yin River.
The mountains and rivers are split, and the earth is flat and flat.
The vicissitudes of life change in a moment.
A vast circle of light appeared above Yinchuan.
Followed by two laps, three laps, four laps, five laps, and six laps.
Under Zhou Yi's low-pitched chanting, these six large circles slowly started to move.
Although these six circles of light were born on the Yin River, as they began to rotate, the six mysterious and bizarre rules and meanings began to spread in all directions.
Not long after, they had already swept from the underground underworld of Jiannan Road to the entire middle-earth Tang Dynasty, across the sea and beyond, reaching up to the Emperor of the Sun and the Queen of the Moon, connecting the sky and the earth.
With a bull's head and a horse's face, black and white, Judge Cui Huchen and Mrs. Chen were exposed to the six realms of reincarnation at the beginning. Looking at the unpredictable light and shadow, hiding the mystery of the underworld, all the faces were shocked, and their expressions were agitated and confused.
measures.
Until Zhou Yi's voice sounded in my ears.
"Now I have obtained the underworld, restarted the six paths of reincarnation, and built the underworld.
You are all those who are destined to the Taiyin Avenue, and this scene of the beginning of reincarnation is fleeting.
The Tao of the Netherworld is all hidden within it, why don’t you seize the time, understand the Tao, and get what you need?”
The six people reacted instantly, suppressing the ecstasy and excitement in their hearts, visualizing reincarnation, and realizing the Tao of Taiyin.
"Meow!"
The little raccoon slave tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and lazily looked at the unpredictable wheel of the underworld above, which hid all kinds of magic. He just felt... so boring.
At the same time, in the land of Middle-earth, across the sea and beyond, those masters and powerful men who played in the world and took refuge in seclusion also sensed the drastic changes in the underworld in the Three Realms...