The road on Naihe Bridge is Naihe.

The bluestone bridge deck is plain, with real dragon stone carvings on the guardrails on both sides, and five smooth steps. There are women on the west of the bridge and men on the east. The left is yin and the right is yang. It is dark and dark, only illuminated by candlelight.

If someone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he will have to wait on the bridge for three years.

It begins here and ends here.

However, we are sad to see each other after parting in this life, but we have no choice but to meet again in the next life. On the bridge, it is the last time to have memories. Everything that is attached to this life cannot be realized. I sigh and say, "No matter what." After crossing the bridge, drinking Meng Po soup will be lost forever.

memory.

There is a high mountain not far away, named Homesickness Ridge. Many ghosts stop and climb up to the viewing platform to look at their hometown for the last time, sobbing and making people cry.

On the stage where I look at my hometown, there are ghosts and ghosts in panic, and I can’t help but burst into tears.

The gray sky and the deep black mountains make the Naihe Bridge bluestone candlelight in the depressing and dull painting.

Bai Yu walked to the prisoner Cheng Li, looking at Naihe Bridge and teasing him.

"Xiao Cheng, look at this stone bridge. It's wide and slippery. It's shiny and translucent. It's filled with ghosts and souls. It's so magical. If you have sad things in your heart, you can tell them to make everyone happy."

"..."

Nai He's emotions that Cheng Li had just brewed up were suppressed. It turned out that Longkou was so vicious.

Moubai turned to look at Xiangtai.

"Why don't you go to Homesickness Ridge and climb to the Wangxiang Tower to see your old homeland? Maybe you will achieve enlightenment and enlightenment. Isn't that what the books say?"

"General Bai, don't make fun of the villain. After hundreds of years of cultivating immortality, you can no longer remember your childhood hometown, detachment, cutting off the fate, and cutting off the cause and effect. Looking back now, you are actually deceiving yourself and others. Cutting off the earthly connection, you have no roots, but you have become a lonely duckweed.

well……"

I didn't expect that I could see through the immortal world before becoming a true spirit and reincarnating.

Bai Yu lost interest in teasing and waved his hand. Under the gaze of countless ghosts, the heavenly soldiers escorted the prisoner onto the Naihe Bridge. There were ghost soldiers who helped escort him.

At this point, we can only say that everyone has his or her destiny, so don’t blame others.

By the way...

"The material of this bridge is good."

Moubai bent down and touched the steps, and the crowd of ghosts moved away one after another.

The fairy armor draped in silk ribbons is powerful yet elegant, and is more sacred than the ghosts, soldiers and generals in the underworld. The ghosts who have been interrogated by the underworld have basically given up their thoughts and want to be reincarnated early. No one wants to worry about anything. More than two hundred powerful soldiers and generals must be extraordinary.

It would be great if you could break off a piece and make a weapon.

These are the stone steps of the Naihe Bridge. It must be very irritating if you hit them on your body. If you add some water from the Wangchuan River and Meng Po Tang, tsk tsk, I don’t believe anyone can survive it.

Lifting my feet and walking up, I felt...inexplicably sad.

After crossing the bridge, I saw ghosts walking unconsciously to the ancient village to scoop up water. They became confused when they smelled the taste, and even more confused after drinking.

Although the immortal only has his true spirit left, he is more sober. This is not necessarily the case after drinking Meng Po Soup.

Cheng Li and other heavenly prisoners finally gave up when they arrived, and one by one they lined up to receive a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Bai Yu saw the legendary Po Meng, her stooped body leaning on a crutch, her expression pitiful as she stared at the passing ghosts without saying a word. It was not her who was busy pouring soup for the ghosts.

You don’t have to believe everything that is said in the world.

There is only one Meng Po. If she talks earnestly and earnestly one by one, the low efficiency will lead to the overcrowding of ghosts in the underworld, and the number of reincarnated ghosts will be like running water.

The people doing the work were all boys and girls, and ordinary people were not qualified to ask Po Meng to serve soup.

It just so happens that the true spirits who have repeatedly committed crimes in heaven are qualified.

Once here, there is no need to sign and seal. Bai Yu guessed that Po Meng was actually an ancient great god who did not care about the complicated official document procedures. The laws of heaven did not stipulate that the ancient great god must be a handsome man or a beautiful woman. At this point, the appearance was all false.

The heavenly soldiers escorted the prisoner Zhenling forward.

Bai Yu leaned against the wall with a straight knife in his arms and supervised the prisoners drinking Meng Po soup.

A flick of the thumb.

Whoosh!

The knife was unsheathed and then flicked back with two fingers, repeating the cycle, warning the prisoner not to cause trouble.

Po Meng scooped up a ladle of water, Cheng Li smiled bitterly and drank it all in one gulp. The moment he drank the soup, Bai Yu was keenly aware that his intelligence had disappeared, as if it were a piece of white paper.

Then, Hunhun followed other ghosts towards the end of the void.

Moubai looked at the empty space on the cliff at the end of the stone road. The gray vortex slowly rotated as if it could suck his eyes in. The densely packed unconscious ghosts stepped forward and fell through the air, disappearing...

"That's the place of reincarnation. The ghosts of humans walk here, and the souls of birds and beasts walk next to it. How the afterlife will turn out depends on God's will, it's all fate."

An old voice sounded beside her, and Po Meng seemed to be talking to Bai Yu, neither sad nor happy.

"Well, can I poke it with a wooden stick?"

"..."

The old woman's hand trembled and she almost threw the ladle away. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to regain her composure.

"Dragons are rare. I haven't seen ancient beasts for tens of thousands of years. I have almost forgotten what a dragon looks like. I remember that there was a dark dragon in the underworld a long time ago. It was powerful and terrifying. It fell because it was too powerful..."

A certain white-tipped ears stood up.

"I thought that the world would be peaceful without the mythical beasts, but it was wishful thinking. The ferocity of the mythical beasts can be seen, but the cunning and cruelty of the human heart cannot be seen."

Bai Yu nodded.

Although he has done many things for the human race, there is still a gap between him and his almost death several times because of the human race. The hatred has always been hidden in his heart and has never had a chance to explode.

Po Meng seemed to be talking to herself.

"Use your dragon eyes to look at the dead souls in front of you."

Bai Yu obediently used his true eyes to look around, and all he saw were people who had died of old age, disease, or normal death. They had died in vain or unexpectedly, and most of them had died from wars, banditry, and tragic human disasters.

The old woman put down the wooden ladle, walked back to the chair and sat down with a trembling look on her face.

"You shouldn't live like this. The creation of heaven and earth shouldn't be so disordered. Resentful souls refuse to be reincarnated. There are more and more evil spirits in hell. The kings of hell are at their wits' end. A great monk came and made a great wish to save all the evil souls and ghosts.

, but there is evil in the heart, how to overcome it?"

For a moment, Bai Yu felt that there were as many stories in the underworld as there were in the fairy world.

I carefully thought about whether I had been to the underworld in my previous life. I couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask.

There is a simple way to deal with resentful ghosts.

"Um... Xiaolong has little talent, little knowledge, and little knowledge. He has a plan to bring order to the underworld."

"But kill them all?"

Unexpectedly, Po Meng guessed it right away.

Bai Yu nodded.

"The reincarnated ghost will return to the white paper after drinking this water, while the resentful ghost can be burned directly with thunder and fire. Anyway, the soul does not really dissipate but returns to the origin of the soul, and then condenses the new soul and throws it to the mortal world for reincarnation.

, which can not only solve these countless resentful ghosts but also restore order."

Po Meng frowned, perhaps secretly thinking that the beast was ferocious in nature after all.

"Will this move harm Tianhe?"

The immortals and gods have too many worries, fearing that they will harm the heavens and harm their own practice.

A certain dragon waved his hands and didn't care.

"No, no, don't forget that the reason why Heaven and Earth established clerical institutions such as Heaven and Earth is not to coax children to be nannies, because Heaven and Earth are violent institutions that specialize in maintaining order in the world with powerful force and are the guardians of order.

"

"this……"
Chapter completed!