Fang Chen watched the old man get on the boat, and he and the old woman supported each other and gradually went away.

Scenes like this kept playing before our eyes, and gradually, there was only one boat left in the river.

But there are countless dazed souls still standing on the shore. They seem to have remembered something and understood their current situation.

"I'm dead!? I don't want to die. I'm so young, why did I die!?"

"Damn it, why me, why me, my grandiose career has not yet begun, how can I die like this!"

Curses sounded one after another, and the lonely boat slowly sailed in front of Fang Chen.

The man holding the boat stood up and looked at Fang Chen, took off his bamboo hat and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, don't come up yet."

"Old Guanzhu, is this the day you say goodbye?"

Fang Chen looked complicated.

The person holding the boat is the old master of Wolong Temple.

"Otherwise? If I didn't hold the boat for you, you wouldn't be able to cross the River of Forgetfulness. But to be honest, you are really handsome when you are young."

The old spectator laughed.

After a pause, "You are confused? That's right. After all, it's your first time to go to the underworld. It's normal for you not to understand many rules.

Let’s just say this River of Forgetfulness. If someone who doesn’t care about you comes to pick you up, no one can get there. Look how miserable those lonely souls are wandering around.

They cannot cross the River of Forgetfulness, and will either return to the human world to wander, or sink into the River of Forgetfulness. The latter will still have a chance to wait for the person they miss, but the former will really have no chance of reincarnation."

The old patron looked at the wandering souls on the shore with emotion on his face.

"What do you mean by this?"

Fang Chen was slightly startled.

"To put it simply, if Fellow Daoist Fang has to cross the River of Forgetfulness, then he has truly escaped from the underworld."

The old temple owner smiled and said: "The conditions for crossing Wangchuan River can be said to be simple or difficult.

As long as there is someone down there who cares about you and is willing to sacrifice his life and death to pick you up, you will be able to survive. The boat under my feet is the transformation of my life and death."

After a pause, he said, "The person who misses you can be your parents, your brother, or your friend or lover.

If you look at them, it's miserable. No one picks them up.

And the old couple just now, their son is unfilial, and after that kid dies, no one will pick him up."

Having said this, the old patron suddenly smiled and looked Fang Chen up and down:

"You are miserable too. I thought someone would come to pick you up so that you would not have to lose your life as an old man. But I never thought... no one would come to pick you up either."

"That person gave you so many benefits that you sacrificed your life to pick me up."

Fang Chen said softly.

"Benefit? I got an official position for the old man in the underworld, does that count? Stop talking nonsense, the old man will only pick you up once.

From now on, I will have to charge you for coming in and out. You are just walking in the underworld, and you are not dead yet, so you don't have the life to live in the underworld."

The old temple leader chuckled, grabbed Fang Chen's sleeves and pulled him into the boat, and then slowly sailed away from this place.

Fang Chen turned around and looked around, and saw some wandering souls jumping into the Wangchuan River unwillingly.

But the plain Wangchuan River suddenly turned sinister and bloody, with countless snakes, insects, rats and ants emerging from the water.

Then there were bloody hands and sharp souls, pulling down the wandering soul that had just jumped into the river.

The river surface returned to calm again, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"You can't stay on this road to the underworld for long. If you stay for a long time, your soul will be gone. Either you have to go to this river of forgetfulness and wait for someone to pick you up in the future, or you have to return to the world the way you came. The only two choices given to them."

The old spectator chuckled lightly.

"So many people die every day, but there are not many wandering souls here."

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

"Being able to reach the road to the underworld is already a rare blessing. More wandering souls can only wander around the world all year round and be consumed by time."

The old man said.

"Old temple master, you have only been dead for more than a year, and you already know so much."

Fang Chen smiled.

The old spectator glanced at him and said calmly: "I know what you want to ask. I have been in the underworld several times, so I naturally know more. You will do the same in the future."

While talking, a bridge across the sky slowly appeared. The other end of the bridge was unknown and could not be seen.

The visible end is on the Wangchuan River. At this moment, countless boats are coming from all directions to board the bridge.

There was a canoe filled with hundreds of soldiers with broken armor and broken swords, and they were chatting excitedly.

The leader should wear more luxurious armor and should be the head of these sergeants.

"Sir, after we cross this bridge, can we reincarnate?"

"Fortunately, an adult came to pick us up. I grew up without a father, a mother, and no relatives or friends. Without an adult, I would have been a lonely soul."

"What a pity. Our Tiger Kingdom has been defeated this time. If I have an afterlife, I will join the army and fight to the death against the Yue Kingdom."

"Everyone, after crossing this bridge, you will enter the underworld. Whether you can be reincarnated depends on your own karma and fate."

"What!? Sir, is there something special about reincarnation?"

"Of course, let's cross the bridge first. I'll tell you the details later."

The leading general climbed onto the bridge first, and then picked up his subordinates one by one.

In the end, when he was supposed to leave, he suddenly looked at Fang Chen, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Finally, he stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying:

"grown ups."

"You and I know each other?"

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

"My lord, I see you as a shady master. I want to ask you something, but I don't know if I can..."

This soldier felt a little guilty.

The old temple master rolled his eyes: "When you ask for help, you have to pay for your Yin Shou. How much Yin Shou can you give?"

"One, one year?"

The soldiers became increasingly guilty.

"The starting price is five years, but you can only pay for one year?"

The old temple owner waved his hand as if to ward off mosquitoes: "Go away quickly, it's bad luck."

"You don't have much life left. I have to entertain my brothers and sisters with the remaining ones. Can you be merciful, sir? I'll take less this time. I will definitely make up for it next time. I will make up for it."

The soldier said in a low voice.

The soldiers he picked up were startled and immediately rushed forward.

"Sir, why are you so humble?"

"Who is this person!? My brothers and I are here, don't be afraid!"

"Shut up, this is a shady master. How can he be the same as us dead people?"

The soldier's face darkened, and he looked at Fang Chen with a hint of fear, fearing that his siblings might harm him.

"Old Guanzhu, please stop talking."

Fang Chen saw that the old temple master was still about to speak, so he smiled and told him to shut up, and then looked at the soldiers:

"Tell me what you want."

The soldier was slightly startled. He originally asked casually without any hope, but he didn't expect to receive a response. He quickly said:

"I had a fiancée who I didn't marry before I was born. I want to invite you to come and tell her not to wait for me any longer and to find a good family to marry."

After saying that, he was afraid that Fang Chen would not agree, so he directly informed the address, then took out a black copper coin and handed it to Fang Chen respectfully.

In an instant, his soul seemed a little more transparent, and his face became paler.

Fang Chen looked at the black copper coin and smiled: "I won't accept it for now. If I can't find the land, it wouldn't be good if I couldn't do anything with your money."

The general was stunned for a moment.

The old spectator glanced at Fang Chen and said with a strange expression: "Being a yin means collecting money first and then doing things. It doesn't matter if you can't do things after taking the money. This is the rule of yin people."

"Yes, this is the rule for those who walk in the underworld. Why do you dare to break this rule without permission, as a monk?"
Chapter completed!