Chapter 971 Naihe Bridge on Huangquan Road, eighteen mud plows wading through three areas
The Xuanzhen cultists waved their cloaks, wrapping them around and flinging them around, as if they had opened a wall to push people away.
Living among the crowd, separate a path.
Wu Ponu was barefoot and wore a robe embroidered with countless talismans. There was no one within a foot of him, in front, behind, left, and right.
Under the black robe, blood flowed.
The blood dripped down to his feet, leaving a series of bloody footprints behind him...
He just stepped on the Jintang Bridge step by step.
When he stepped on the first stone steps, behind the series of footprints at the city gate, a woman in white clothes also stepped out of the city gate, and the turbid water flowed along the clothes to the ground.
The woman lowered her head, and her wet black hair covered her face.
Can't see her face clearly.
But just as her back foot stepped out of the city gate, the other bare foot followed her footsteps and stepped out of the city gate.
It was a woman holding a lotus lantern in her hand, her long hair still hanging on her face, and her face could not be seen clearly.
Then the third and fourth.
The women behind followed one after another, one after another, stepping on the footprints of the previous one, but without exception, they all stepped on the bloody footprints left by Wu Ponu, and walked towards the bridge step by step.
This time, there was no need for the Xuanzhen disciples at the front to drive them away, and everyone else obediently made way for them.
White gauze, white cloth, white lotus.
A group of women with white scarves on their heads and white clothes followed Wu Ponu step by step. The water dripping from their bodies had soaked the entire path, and even the bloody footprints were muddy in the muddy water.
But magically, each of them stepped on the footprints of the person in front of them, and the footprints stepped on by the woman in front were exactly the blood marks left by Wu Ponu's feet.
The woman at the front was holding a pale lantern.
And the eighteen at the back were holding white lotus river lanterns...
This scene, no matter how bad the memory is, reminds everyone of the Red Mansions and Crafty Ship case not long ago.
There was a skinny old man in the crowd whose body was trembling slightly. He lowered his head and huddled next to the stone pillar at the head of the bridge. When the leading woman passed by him, he seemed to pause for an insignificant moment.
But the woman did not turn her head.
"Blessed Mother..." the old man trembled in a low voice.
Dozens of women lined up from the city gate to Jintang Bridge. The women behind held up scary white lanterns and walked silently on the road.
At this moment, even though corpses are floating in the sea and rivers like boats and sinking in the forest, there is a Yin River and Santu River sinking on the river.
But as the woman passed in front of people one by one, everyone felt that it was insignificant.
No matter how terrifying the floating corpse is, it is still in the river.
The lives of the people in the corpse recovery team affect people's hearts, but they are not as important as their own lives!
Cui Buer turned his back first and muttered: "There are no taboos, don't blame me if you have to invite me!"
"There are no taboos, don't be surprised if you have to invite me!"
Dozens of women in white clothes walked away, but the coldness that hit their faces was even more frightening.
Then there was an unusually tall figure, about the height of three adult men, wearing a bamboo hat and wrapped tightly.
One after another, they were covered in raincoats, with a faint white mist lingering all over their bodies, as if they were ethereal and not like the human world!
They walked slowly, step by step, slightly slowly along the road and walked out of the city gate.
At this time, even the old Taoist priest from Tianhou Palace turned his back and covered his face.
All up and down the Jintang Bridge, and on the front and rear banks, tens of thousands of people were silent...
The red rope tied to the bridge also became calm, but as Wu Ponu took one step at a time, the red ropes turned black one after another.
The floating corpses beside the bridge sank one by one.
Wu Ponu's footsteps walked through a section of the river. The corpses floating on it seemed to have lost their buoyancy and sank into the water one by one.
It was noon at this time, but the sky and the earth were dark, showing colors that could not tell whether it was morning or dusk.
Cui Buer used the corners of his eyes to scan the footprints Wu Ponu had stepped on...
In a voice as thin as a mosquito's, he asked the old Taoist priest from the Tianhou Palace next to him: "Senior Brother, is this float on the Haihe River the same as the Xuanzhen teaching's magic for the corpse to cross the river and drive piles across the river?"
"I don't think so!" Senior Brother replied sincerely: "Didn't you see the evil spirit on the river and was stunned?"
"Furthermore, the Yin Corpse borrows the road. Humans and ghosts share the same road. The Yin Corpse borrows the road, causing the yin and yang to be confused. The Yin soldiers passing by are revealed in front of people, thereby casting spells and forming rituals."
"But the deacon of the Xuanzhen Sect... is the one who stopped the red boat at the mouth of the Sancha River, right? The road under his feet is not the road of strangers, but the road of Huangquan... Xiao Cuizi, don't
I said it! None of us can afford to offend the Yin soldiers when they pass by. Master Xuanzhen is so capable, he cut off the Yin soldiers and suppressed the Nine-Eyed Fire Demon. Now, don’t we have to send them away as well?"
The two of them had a conversation, and when they saw the unusually tall figure walking in front of them, they both fell silent!
There was a bloody palm print on the four gates of Zhigu City. At this time, each figure put his hand on the palm print and walked out of another world. Where the palm print was imprinted, his true self was revealed in the world.
The whole of Zhigu became a ghost town, and the originally vivid living people returned to their ghostly appearance when they passed the palm print.
At the mouth of the Sancha River, in front of the Chaoguan Floating Bridge, the white lanterns lit up again on the bottom of the river, and small boats hung upside down in the river again, carrying boatloads of white lanterns and setting them into the dock.
On the pier, a bloody footprint was particularly conspicuous.
The Yin soldiers holding Changhao came to the bloody footprints and stepped out of the boat.
The moment it landed on the ground, the boat turned into a coir raincoat and was draped around him. The white lanterns of the boat turned into a body under the coir raincoat. Just like that, one by one, they boarded the shore, passed through the north city gate, and walked in.
In the city of Zhigu.
The moment they entered the city, large swaths of refugees poured into the city...
It is common for refugees to enter the city on a large scale in Zhigu, but they are usually placed outside the city. But with a group of officers and soldiers protecting them when entering the city, no one caused trouble.
A curious person asked: "Brother, are you coming to escape the disaster?"
The face of the refugee was covered with dust, and the bitterness between his brows could be seen, but it had relieved a lot.
He turned back to look at the boss, as if he was surprised that someone was greeting him. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said in Hedong dialect: "We come from the Grand Canal, but the government doesn't allow us to use the water from the canal, so we have no food!"
There was nothing left to eat, so I packed up some seeds and hit the road!"
The person holding a child next to him must be his wife. When she saw someone, she lowered her head shyly.
The boss was stunned. He smiled and said: "Shandong? That was all in April. Why are you here now? You are so lucky, your women and children are still intact..."
After saying hello, the boss lowered his head and went about his business.
As he was doing it, his whole body trembled.
He finally knew what he felt was wrong!
This fleeing team seems to have an endless number of people, and they are all old, weak, women and children, and their clothes and complexions are all clean...
The crow landed on the top of the Drum Tower, looking down at the indistinct crowd passing through Zhigu City.
His big eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of green fire.
Chang Yan stood on the Drum Tower next to the golden bell. She looked at the dense crowd passing through the ancient tower and sighed: "Wu Ponu is lucky. Among the eight talismans, only his "Eighteen Clay Talismans"
"What Way Can a Plow Go?" can travel through the yin and yang and sort out the underworld. The future may have the best future among us."
The crow lowered its head into its wings and preened its feathers.
"The Master is merciful and does not want us to lift up this world. After turning yin into yang, everything will turn from embers into reality, and those who died during and before salvation will really die!"
"That's why Wu Ponu was asked to open the road to Huangquan and store these souls for the time being. After we lift up this life, we will resurrect them together..."
"In the eyes of the leader, there is only this world! When there are seven people stepping on the throne, and there are five pillars supporting the world, the leader looks down at all this, and there is no one in his eyes. He only cares about the pillars. As for who is on the throne, he
Don’t care!”
"And what the leader cares about is what I care about..." Crow's eyes were cold and he said calmly: "So, I don't care who is on the throne. As long as the leader's great cause can be completed, even if we will eventually sink into the abyss and be submerged in the mud,
, it’s not a bad idea.”
After that, the crow flapped its wings and flew into the dark sky.
After Wu Ponu walked across the Jintang Bridge, all the floating corpses on the Haihe River were gone, and the eighteen corpse-recovering team members were floating on the water with blank faces.
The mysterious figure wrapped in yellow clothes and with countless arms behind his back also froze there, like a statue.
But Wu Ponu stopped at the end, turned to look at the mysterious figure in yellow clothes, he stretched out his hand, and a palm print gradually appeared on the yellow clothes, and then as Wu Ponu lifted it up, the entire Taoist robe
It suddenly rolled up and fell on him, turning into a yellow robe.
A pair of hands stretched out from the robe and grabbed his shoulders.
Under his ribs, chest, arms, legs and feet, there were hands grabbing and clasping him, densely packed like armor.
But as soon as the yellow clothes were wrapped, these palms were wrapped inside.
In the distance, the original sin bishop stood on the altar in the cathedral, with countless arms spread out behind him like a screen. His expression was calm, but unusually silent. But if someone could get around him, they would be able to see his body.
It has grown into the wall behind the altar of the church.
It's like being pulled into another world...
The boy in the choir was holding a silver cup. He accidentally glanced at it and the silver cup suddenly fell.
"bishop!"
"It's okay, the ritual is still pulling me! The power and mystery of the conception ceremony are extremely high. Although they want to pull me back to death, this world is strangely accepting of me. The coming of the Son is the will of the Virgin.
, you see, the whole world is accepting me."
"Even the secret ritual from the East, which is close to the level of ascension, cannot completely pull me into death."
The original sin bishop is a little tired.
He took a breath before continuing: "However, the background of the Eastern Continent is beyond my expectation. The Xuanzhen Pagan Cult is carrying out a terrible secret ritual in the entire city, and even the entire Eastern Continent."
"They are walking a soul path and deciding their final destination..."
"The power of this secret ceremony is very powerful. The coming ceremony of the Holy Son has also been suppressed and can no longer be carried out. They even want to drag me into death."
The original sin bishop sighed: "We underestimated the East!"
The crow flew over the cathedral and snorted coldly downwards.
Chapter completed!