After sharpening the sword and walking on those suspension bridges extending in all directions.
Mist began to drift around me.
The surrounding scene gradually distorted, lost color, and entered a world of only black and white...
This foggy black and white world is the underworld.
People walk deeper and deeper into the suspension bridge.
The fog floating on the river becomes thicker.
Later, the field of vision was somewhat affected, and the visibility was less than three meters.
Moreover, this suspension bridge extends in all directions and covers a large area. If you are not careful, you can easily lose your sense of direction in the fog, take the wrong path, and be unable to get around it no matter how you go around it.
The leader of the Teng Kingdom made full use of the terrain advantages here, combined the Dead Man's Sutra with these complex suspension bridges, and used the evil nature of the Dead Man's Sutra and the magic of Qimen Dunjia to create a maze of the underworld.
It is precisely because of this.
Chi Jian spent some time on the suspension bridge before reaching the other side, and then walked back again, preparing to take the old Taoist priest and the mourner brothers across the river to the other side, and then they met Jin An who came down to look for them.
Perhaps because sharpening a sword belongs to the constitution of a living person in the state of death, there is no danger in sharpening a sword in the underworld, but no one knows what will happen to living people who step into the underworld rashly.
"Is everything calm?"
"Nothing happened?"
Everyone looked at each other, this is really bad news.
Often the calmer the sea surface, the more violent storms are brewing. The unknown is the most dangerous.
"Now the only way is for the soldiers to cover up the water and the earth. We can't go back the way we came. Let's get ready. We will go up the suspension bridge to cross the river immediately." The captain was ready to leave immediately.
"Of course, we also need to make some preparations..."
"Daozhang Chen's corpse oil temporarily conceals the aura of the living person, deceiving the evil spirits in the underworld. There is also a little sword-cutting brother who is responsible for leading the way, finding the correct suspension bridge for us, and reaching the other side of the river safely."
"Amitabha and the poor monk don't need to temporarily cover the three fires with corpse oil. The Buddhist method practiced by the three of us can temporarily seal off the six senses and blind the spread of the mortal breath of the living body."
The abbot of Bailong Temple, wearing cassock, clasped his hands and said.
The six senses of Buddhism refer to the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and consciousness respectively.
When everyone heard the words of the three eminent monks of Bailong Temple, they were puzzled at first, but then they all showed understanding.
Corpse oil is easy to use, but the smell is a bit strong. Folks like them don't have much prejudice against corpse oil.
Buddhism is pure.
After all, this corpse oil is a yin thing, a filthy thing, and conflicts with Buddhism.
The three abbots of Bailong Temple have taken the initiative to defile Buddhism, and I am afraid something bad will happen to them.
Everyone has no doubts about the strength of the three eminent monks of Bailong Temple. They believe that the three eminent monks must be confident that they would do this and would not just run off to die.
Next, the old Taoist priest took out a bottle of corpse oil from his Tai Chi Bagua bag, and began to apply a drop of corpse oil to everyone's shoulders and top of the head one by one, so as to temporarily cover the three yang fires of the person. Then, the group held torches.
, and finally stepped onto the suspension bridge.
Since there was a sharp sword leading the way, this time we simply didn’t send another person to explore the way, and just went to the bridge together.
Hiss!
"Brother, it's so cold!"
"The underworld is a place where yin energy gathers. We are now descending into the underworld with our physical bodies from the yang world, which is considered to have reversed the order of yin and yang. These yin qi are quickly consuming our physical bodies and our blessings in the yang world. There is a difference between yin and yang, which is like
Living people often stay with the dead, which will eventually reduce their longevity and merit. Just like dying suddenly, we must make a quick decision and get out of the underworld as soon as possible, lest it really affect our happiness and longevity in the earthly world!"
Perhaps it was because the Sutra of the Dead had so much background that the mourning brothers became serious about it.
And while they were talking.
A light layer of frost quickly condensed on the skin on the body, the outline of the ears, the hair, the eyebrows, the tip of the nose...
This is a sign that the yang energy of a living person is resisting the invasion of yin energy into the body.
As soon as Jin An stepped onto the suspension bridge, he immediately felt the taste of the two heavens of ice and fire. The yang fire in his body was like an oven, burning vigorously, and his blood was strong, but a deep chill came from the skin of his body. That chill was accompanied by a biting wind.
, it’s really hard to like.
The two mourning brothers continued to talk, and the one at the front looked dull as he was sharpening his sword. He glanced at the two mourning brothers blankly, and the two brothers immediately shut up.
The first taboo in the yin world: silence! Don’t make any noise!
Although this time it’s not a shady one.
But you can never go too far wrong.
Next, the group continued to walk deeper.
In fact, these suspension bridges are in serious decay.
Many of the wooden boards underfoot are rotten and riddled with holes. When walking, you need to be more careful to avoid missing a step and falling into the river.
Sometimes I even stepped too hard, and the already severely decayed wooden board was broken into several pieces. Plop, pop, a few pieces of broken board fell into the river at my feet. There was not even a splash of water. I don’t know how many pieces there were.
deep.
Fortunately, the people who went down to the Yinyi River to eliminate the Dragon King this time were all agile people. This occasional unexpected situation did not interrupt everyone's progress.
Suddenly.
The fog on the suspension bridge began to become thicker, and the field of vision began to become smaller.
The Sutra of the Dead breaks the blurred boundary between Yin and Yang.
Then use a suspension bridge to connect the Yin and Yang sides.
Make the underworld reflect into the yang world.
Living people in the earth can walk in the underworld.
This is not the real world of the underworld, nor the real world of the underworld, but a realm of chaos.
Gradually.
Waves of caressing sounds began to ring in my ears.
At first it was sporadic and scattered.
But as we went deeper and deeper into the suspension bridge, the surrounding fog became more and more dense, and the whispers in our ears began to increase in number.
At first it was a faint sound or two.
Later, there were angry curses from men, sobbing from wives, and calls from children. They seemed to be whispering something. You tried hard to hear it but you couldn't hear it clearly. On the contrary, when you tried hard to listen,
, contaminated by the emotions in the voice, gradually being seduced into falling into, either anger, sadness, or despair...
Xixisuosuo——
The voices continue.
On the suspension bridge, several faintly blazing torches, like a long winding snake, were dotted sporadically on the suspension bridge. The person walking in the front was sharpening his sword.
Um?
Jin An suddenly noticed that the torch in his hand suddenly went out and then lit up again. When the torch lit up again, the color of the torch was no longer orange-red.
Instead it became black and white.
The world of black and white is the world of the dead.
They have truly entered the scope of the Book of the Dead.
Jin An looked at the changes in his hands in surprise. The first half of the arm holding the torch had black and white skin, and the back half had normal skin color.
When Jin An retracted his hand, the flame of the torch in his hand dimmed and brightened again, returning to the orange flame of Nanmingli Fire.
Jin An tried this repeatedly several times, and he was amazed and very interested. If there were not many people blocking the back, Jin An could continue playing with interest.
Jin An temporarily put aside his curiosity and the team continued to move forward. The few orange torches on the suspension bridge also turned into cold and desolate black and white.
Cold and cold.
Just like this black and white cemetery.
Lifeless.
To be continued...