Chapter 361 If the sky is loving, the sky will be older.
Chapter 361, If Heaven is sentimental, Heaven will also grow old (1).
It is said that if the sky has feelings, it will also grow old. However, the heaven and earth are heartless and have no desires, but they nurture the growth of all things.
Human beings have seven emotions and six desires. They tend to live in peace, benefit themselves at the expense of others, and regard life as a piece of grass!
Under the moonlight in Jinling, a woman in white stood far away by the river, looking at the peak of Wuming Mountain not far away, and the back of a trembling white-haired young man in black clothes and blue shoes, sighing softly.
Take a breath!
Although the mountains and rivers are intact, the mist is always there and everything is silent.
Yes, this white-haired young man is Xuntian. Since his father was killed by the Holy Spirit with the Bright Moon Sword Qi, he took his father's skin with him, concealed his charm and hidden his demonic thoughts, and hid in this rolling world of mortals.
Coming.
He is a resentful demon who traveled from heaven in the future, but he just put on human clothes.
At the moment when his father's body was buried, Xuntian's heart was also buried deep in this hill of ignorance.
The woman in white looked at him very quietly, standing by the river from a distance.
An old man rocked the boat and came closer with a creaking sound. He asked the woman in white: "The beauty by the river, do you need a ferry?"
The woman in white turned her head, her eyes glowing with red magic light, and in an instant the man and his boat were reduced to ashes.
The old man's lonely soul drifted across the Naihe Bridge and stumbled miserably towards the Huangquan Road.
Following the only ray of faint light in the darkness of the netherworld, he searched for it. He whined and flew all the way to the intersection of Huangquan, shouting that he wanted to go to the Lord of Hell to sue him.
At Naihe Bridge, Po Meng was trying to persuade the homeless ghosts to return, saying that her mouth was dry and her mind was tired.
The bridge is lined up with erratic ghosts, some old and some young, some tall and some short, some fat and some thin.
There are devils and monsters, gods and Buddhas, humans and birds, animals, fish, shrimps and turtle shells, mosquitoes and flies, cicadas and dragons, mountains and rivers...
"Mother Meng, you don't have to let us cross the bridge, but you can give us a bowl of fairy soup, right?" A red-haired and purple-eyed ghost who was bargaining with Mother Meng said sadly.
"Female ghost in red, you have practiced the magic of all-powerful self-reliance with a body that is not over seven years old, and you have become a ghost fairy. This Naihe Bridge is not suitable for you! Why don't you go back to where you came from?" Meng Po said with a face.
He refused her without even raising his head.
"Mother Meng, my Lord Xunyou is dead, please take pity on me, Hong Yi, and let me pass! I want to be reincarnated as a human being, and I don't want to live in such a miserable life of hiding around all day and not dare to see the light of day again.
La! Just be okay, old man, and let me go!" The female ghost in red cried like a tearful person, and kept pestering Po Meng, begging bitterly.
"This is a rule! No matter whether it is gods, ghosts, demons, gods or Buddhas, those who died not due to natural disasters or man-made disasters will not be accepted." Meng Po ignored her and continued to distribute Meng Po soup to other ghosts, releasing them one by one.
Reincarnated.
"Old Madam Meng! Don't treat demons and ghosts as gods. I'm telling you, you have to let them go, and you have to let them go. Otherwise, I will tear down your Naihe Bridge today. Do you believe it?
Don’t believe me?” Seeing that the female ghost in red was so weak, she was about to be cruel. He looked at Po Meng’s face like a dead leaf in winter and said fiercely.
"How dare you?" Po Meng threw the soup ladle into the bucket with a bang, and still said to her with disdain without raising her head.
"Hahahaha! What a joke. Old lady of the Meng family who never dares to show her true colors to others, do you think your little Naihe Bridge can do anything to me?" The female ghost in red laughed coldly and sneered at Po Meng.
said.
Po Meng still buried her head and whispered to the other ghosts on the bridge: "Those who want to be reincarnated as humans should get up early tomorrow! Naihe Bridge is closed today."
"Ah! Why? Is it because of the mischief of a seven-evil female ghost? Everyone is a ghost. I have been cultivating for more than 1,800 years. I never eat mud, only rotten green and white vegetable leaves. Today is me
The only good day when you can start over and reincarnate as a human being! Female ghost in red, don’t be too arrogant! Ghost spirit ghost, do you really think we are afraid of a little ghost like you? I can’t help but push me.
You're welcome, ghosts fighting ghosts is not a weird thing anymore. Let's fight to the death. Anyway, we can't be reincarnated as humans. What's the point of staying on this Naihe Bridge and wandering back and forth for thousands of years?
Here!" A beggar's version of a lonely ghost walked out in an old manner, crying very sadly.
"Old guy, girl, haven't I been a lonely ghost for thousands of years? I also want to be reincarnated as a human! The problem is that the old lady of the Meng family won't let me! If you are angry, don't get angry at me. Don't think that
My female ghost in red will be afraid of you, humph! Today, since my female ghost sisters in red have come to Naihe Bridge, they have no intention of going back! Mrs. Meng, look up, you are standing on the bridge
Who are they? If you know more about it, please let us pass, otherwise, your business may come to an end." The female ghost in red screamed in a deep and shrill voice and said.
"Hehehehe! Do you think that I, Mrs. Meng, am guarding the Naihe Bridge alone and have been doing this exclusive business of selling ghosts to ancestors for so many years? I just have a backend? Then you are thinking wrong. The old lady is here
I still have a few friends inside and outside the Three Realms! Xiaohongyi, I advise you, before we old ladies get too angry, take your little ghost and fairy friends and get out of my Nanhe Bridge.
.Otherwise, when my old sisters come, you won’t be able to finish eating and will have to walk away! Hahahaha.” Meng Poyin laughed deeply and said.
When the innocent ghosts on the Naihe Bridge heard this, it was like biting cold ice needles piercing into their souls. Their hearts tightened, and they all retreated from the Naihe Bridge honestly.
The four female ghosts, the red-dressed female ghost, the long-sleeved Netherworld, the purple-skirted girl and the soul-robbing spirit, were standing on the bridge in deep darkness, looking at Po Meng coldly, motionless.
Behind them is a little devil. It should be a little devil that was aborted by the mother's drunken abortion a second before it was about to take shape.
He was holding an urn in his hand. Inside the urn there seemed to be the shadow of his charming old lady, and there was also the looming shadow of another man, who seemed to be the old thief Xunyou.
"You little brat in red, you want to borrow my Grandma Meng's Nanhe Bridge to bring Xun You back to life. Do you really think that I, Grandma Meng, am just a vegetarian? Or..., do you think my old lady really can't deal with you? If you still
If you have some intelligence, just get out of here. Old lady, I don’t like fighting. I can forget about it and spare you the chance to die. If you keep nagging me, hey hey hey...!” Po Meng said lightly, stirring the soup ladle back and forth in the bucket.
After a while, a barrel of water that was originally colorless, odorless and crystal clear changed instantly and turned into a barrel of countless soul ice and snow crystal particles.
Each soul crystal particle has eight sharp edges and corners. Not only is the coldness overwhelming, but the evil energy all over its body is also terrifying.
Cold white light flashed out from the bucket one after another, like extremely sharp ice blades, surrounding Naihe Bridge in the blade air of the ice blades. The already very low temperature around it dropped instantly.
At several thousand degrees below zero...
The female ghost in red and her fellow ghost fairies burst into bloom with flowers of demonic thoughts, instantly covering the ebony material of Naihe Bridge. It was like countless ink and blue ghost ghost flowers blooming on the dark green Naihe Bridge.
The bright and eye-catching flowers on the other side of the bridge form a striking contrast.
"The black lotuses are in full bloom on the bridge, the flowers on the other side of the bridge are blooming, and the ice crystal water lotuses are suspended on the bridge... What a strange and magnificent Nanhe Bridge!" An old man sat in the air with a smile, watching Po Meng and a group of little ghosts and fairies preparing to fight.
, couldn't help but laugh out loud, and sighed with emotion.
"Shura Martial God, if you have nothing to do, get away as far as you can for my aunt, and don't hinder my aunt from teaching the little ghost fairy." Po Meng still buried her head and kept stirring her soup bucket, saying angrily.
"Hey, hey, hey!... Mrs. Meng, I, the Shura Martial God, did not come to see your joke! I received a divine order from the ancestor of Haitian Miaoyin Wonderland to advise you not to break the rules and fight with ghosts!"
Shura Martial God laughed and explained hurriedly.
"If you don't fight, how can you let someone put a knife to your neck and treat our Naihe Bridge as a single-plank bridge in the mountains and fields of Hongchen Inn? Who would have thought that you could cross it? Then go back and tell the old woman that I won't help her guard this bridge.
!Ask her to hire another Gao Ming, I'll wait for someone to replace me so that I can retire and go back to be with her." Po Meng seemed to be angry, yes, Emperor Shura complained about his sufferings.
"I won't let you do it because I'm afraid that you will hurt innocent people and break the rules here. No, someone is here to help you escort the Naihe Bridge." Emperor Asura laughed and said.
"Where is there someone? Isn't it just the two of us?...You old thing, you are always good at deceiving people." Po Meng didn't know that the person was already standing behind her, so she said in disbelief.
"He didn't lie to you, Granny Meng." An imposing young man in black, riding a strange beast, slowly walked out from the flowers on the other side and said.
"Ah... is that little sacred animal in front of the Buddha Incense Altar? It's the watchdog of God's family!" Granny Meng hunched over her waist and looked at the four diamond iron hooves on the ground, slowly turning around and pushing away the black clouds.
The mist came, and it was covered with the Great Seal of the Emperor of Heaven with red characters on a yellow background, so he exclaimed and said.
"That's right! I'm not lying to you." When Shura Martial God saw Shui Mo arriving, after saying this, he went back to the entrance of Shura Martial God Realm.
Po Meng wiped her face, revealing a face that could win the fortune of heaven and earth, as flawless as a beautiful jade. She met the visitor in her true colors and said: "Little girl Meng Jiang, I bow to the nine-thousand-year-old prince. A thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
"Granny Meng, you don't have to be polite! Yuyan and I haven't even married yet! We're not even thousand-year-olds yet. Just call me Shui Mo!" Shui Mo stood aside with a smile, avoiding Granny Meng's kneeling gesture.
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"Ah...! You are the son-in-law of my husband's family. No wonder... no wonder..." Granny Meng clicked her tongue and said in wonder.
"Why is it no wonder? Ink boy, this is the underworld, not your heaven. You have to mind your own business and think carefully before starting a fight with us ghosts and immortals. As the saying goes: A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake, you are the best.
You better leave it alone. Otherwise, we won't be polite!" The female ghost in red swept past, and the black lotus happily drove to a place just one step away from the iron hooves of the ink and the mythical beast Suan Ni, and said.
"A funny mirror! You don't take a good look at yourself with a basin of blood, and you play tricks in front of the leader of the demon sect, and you will lose your skin even if you don't die." Suan Ni snorted coldly, carrying Shui Mo, and stepped over without hesitation.
The pitiful ghosts and immortals transformed themselves into black lotuses. Under the trampling of Suanni's divine hooves, their souls flew away, wailing all over the field, and no bones were left.
"You... the devil Suan Ni, you... this, this... you are aiding the evildoers and bringing harm to the same kind of people!" The female ghost in red cried with sorrow on her face and cried out in great pain.
"Namo Amitabha! A movement is worse than a stillness, and a moment of stillness is not as good as a thought. Sir, he devotes his whole heart to the Buddha, his thoughts to literature, and his thoughts to heaven. He never takes the initiative to harm others. Hongyi, you go! Xunyou must die, and his son has deep evil thoughts.
Hao wants to seek revenge from the sky. Yu Yan and I will wait for the arrival of him and the seven-body child in the Wutian Wonderland where the flowers are blooming in the spring. You can go back. I won’t embarrass you. Tell Rakshasa and Xuntian that you want revenge.
When all the demons who seek the sky return to their homes, come to the Wutianweiweizunxianxianland to find us, but don’t pay attention to Nanheqiao anymore! Otherwise... you will be in pain and suffering." Shui Mo said calmly and authentically.
"Are you... the Demon Immortal Cult Leader or the Ink Painting?" Changxiu Youming looked at the facial makeup of Shui Mo, then Ink Painting, and then Shui Mo Xuan, and asked in confusion.
"Hey hey hey hey! Haha mirror! Haha mirror! Finally there is someone who knows what he is doing! To tell you the truth, my master is Shui Mo Danqing and Shui Mo Xuan. They are both Mr.'s favorite disciples. They raise their immortal bodies in Mr.'s humble room on the eighth level. It's just that
Shui Mo Xuan was seduced by Wu Tian and entered the demonic path for many years. Your leader is now the little master on the back of this divine beast! Those who know better, get out of here! Ma Liu Di." Suan Ni laughed and said.
"Since you are our leader, Brother Demon Immortal, can't you let Xun You and his son go? Even if you let him reincarnate as a human being and escape into the path of reincarnation! After all, he is also loyal to the leader, and he will do everything in his power.
A veteran who has served for many years." The girl in the purple skirt looked at the ink with a smile, and begged for her old master's favor, saying.
"Ziqun, you don't have to waste your soul power and magic thoughts anymore. Junior Brother Shui Mo Danqing and I have returned to the Yuan Dynasty, and you are no longer my subordinates. If you still want to hang out in my demon world, just accept it obediently."
Please be careful and stop trying to use those charm techniques to obtain any soul power, fairy energy or aura from me! Those have already been written into the history of my life." Shui Moxuan reluctantly warned the girl in the purple skirt,
road.
"Hey! My master, who is a master of ink painting and painting, and a master of ink painting, is so difficult to take care of!" Suan Ni shook his strangely bulging head and muttered to himself.
"I have served them father and son for many years, and we no longer owe each other any favors. Let's go! It's useless to talk more." Shui Moxuan said coldly.
"Junior brother, what I said is appropriate?" Shui Moxuan laughed in Shui Mo's heart and asked like a child.
Shui Mo nodded silently and smiled slightly. The demons at the intersection of Huangquan retreated, and the white lotus blossomed all the way from the underworld to the human world.
"You guys aren't leaving yet? Do you really want to stay with your old master in the little box?" Suan Ni angrily roared at the female ghost in red and the others.
The yellow sand stretches over the majestic pass, and the monster's magic power is as strong as iron. A roaring wind and thunder escape, and the intersection of Huangquan becomes a desert...!
"Let's go!" The female ghost in red waved her red sleeves and walked away with her group of ghosts and immortals. She returned to the nameless hill under the moon in Jinling and reported the situation to the Rakshasa Girl and Xuntian.
They were very wise and knew that at this moment, Shui Mo was no longer the little beggar wandering around Jinling City begging for food!
According to legend, Naiheqiao was at the junction of the underworld and human and heaven. Only after drinking Mengpo soup could he be reincarnated as a human.