Rebirth of Goodbye

Chapter 344

When Fu Mingxi stepped in with one foot, he felt his eyes go dark, but when he stepped in with the other foot, the scene in front of him completely changed.The huge underworld suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

He thought that the underworld should be full of darkness and darkness, but now it seems that it is not the case.

The scene in front of him is very open, not as unbearable as Fu Mingxi thought before.

It's just that the entire underworld is shrouded in a blue light, and everything seems to be covered with a layer of blue, except for the endless sea of ​​flowers on the other side that meets the sky from a distance, which is dazzlingly red.

Fu Mingxi turned to look at Huo Hanzhang: "Have we not escaped from hell?"

Huo Hanzhang nodded, "You can't pass the gate of hell, you'll be a real ghost if you pass."

Fu Mingxi nodded, he could understand, but it was a pity that he couldn't see the majestic ghost gate in the legend.

But although he didn't see the gate of ghosts, he still saw the realm of the underworld.

According to legend, after passing the gate of ghosts, you will be in the realm of Huangquan, and the road to Huangquan is far away.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

Fu Mingxi didn't see Huangquan Road, but not far in front of him was the rumored Wangchuan River at the end of Huangquan Road.

On the other side of the Wangchuan River, there are the flowers of the other shore that are bursting into flames.

Flowers and leaves never see each other, but I don't know how many years I miss each other.

Fu Mingxi raised his head and saw a blue stone bridge on the quietly flowing river. This is the legendary Naihe Bridge.

This bridge looks simple and unsophisticated, and the light blue color precipitates the ancient charm. If it rains lightly in March, it is also a beautiful scenery.

At the head of the Naihe Bridge, you can see Wangxiang Terrace.

Wangxiang Terrace, also known as Sixiang Ridge, is a place where ghosts look back at the world and say goodbye to their relatives.

There is a small pavilion beside Wangxiang Terrace, which is Mengpo Pavilion.

A young woman named Po Meng stood guard there.

The woman is very beautiful, with a soft and faint smile on her face all the time, which makes people feel comfortable after seeing it.The woman handed a bowl of Mengpo soup to every passing soul.

After drinking Meng Podang, the past and the past will be cleaned up, and the soul seems to have been thrown away and washed by the Wangchuan River swaying from side to side.

Look back at the world for the last time on the Wangxiang Terrace, drink Meng Po soup, and on the Naihe Bridge, say goodbye to this life and welcome the world.

At this moment, the ghosts on the Naihe Bridge are floating around, and the ghosts on the Wangxiang Terrace are full of desolation, and Fu Mingxi's heart tightens inexplicably.

Huo Hanzhang seemed to feel Fu Mingxi's discomfort, and reached out to hold Fu Mingxi's hand.

Fu Mingxi felt much better as warm power came from the hands being held.

"Huo Jing," Fu Mingxi turned his head, "If the immortal died, would he still walk on the Naihe Bridge?"

Huo Hanzhang shook his head, "From the moment you set foot on the road of cultivation, you are no longer a mortal. However, the bridge is light and cannot bear the soul of a cultivator."

"Then what should we do? We can't just ignore this Wangchuan."

"There is a ferryman on the Wangchuan River. Whether it is a cultivator or a god, if you die here, the ferryman will ferry you to the other side."

Fu Mingxi nodded, looked at the quietly flowing Wangchuan River, and the ferryman lying under the bridge covered with bamboo hats and resting, and suddenly laughed: "I don't know why, I think this looks familiar, it seems like it used to be It's like I've been here."

Huo Hanzhang frowned: "Even if you are a cultivator, you still have to drink Mengpo soup when crossing the Wangchuan River. It is impossible to keep the memories of the past."

Fu Mingxi was silent for a long time, and finally shrugged and said: "Then Po Meng is really busy."

Huo Hanzhang didn't speak any more, and with a wave, the ferryman who was resting under the bridge slowly got up and rowed over.

Huo Hanzhang and Fu Mingxi boarded the boat, and Fu Mingxi teased the ferryman, "We are not dead souls, you can also ferry?"

The ferryman glanced at Fu Mingxi expressionlessly: "My boat can ferry dead souls, immortals and gods, all hardships in the world, and the root of the three realms."

Fu Mingxi couldn't understand what the ferryman said, and just about to ask, Huo Hanzhang pulled him over.

"Don't talk to the ferryman, it will affect your luck."

Fu Mingxi snorted, "It will also affect you."

"will not."

Fu Mingxi understands, it still means that his cultivation is not enough!

The boat wobbled to the other side, Fu Mingxi stepped off the boat, and when he turned around, he saw the boat that was supposed to be still on the shore, and it had rowed to the middle of the river in a blink of an eye.In the blink of an eye, the ferryman was the same as before, lying on the boat with his legs crossed and covered with a coir raincoat, which made Fu Mingxi wonder if he came here by boat just now.

Fu Mingxi looked at Po Meng across the bank from a distance, still conscientiously serving out Po Meng's soup, holding the soul of Po Meng's soup in his hand, and after drinking Po Meng's soup, the soul was empty and confused.

"Huo Jing," Fu Mingxi looked at Po Meng, and at the same time reached out and tugged Huo Hanzhang's sleeve twice, "Then what exactly is Po Meng's soup made of?"

"Mengpo soup is the tears that people shed during their lives. Joy, sadness, pain, hatred, sorrow, and love are all included. Mengpo collects these tears full of emotions and six desires and boils them into soup. Everyone's Meng There is only one unique bowl of Mengpo soup. Life is different, and the taste of each bowl of soup is different. Drinking Mengpo soup, cleansing the soul, forgetting the love and hatred of this life, unloading all the burdens on the heart, re-entering the six realms, and being a human being For livestock."

Fu Mingxi frowned, "But many people, in their lifetime, may have people and things that they don't want to forget no matter what. If they don't want to drink Mengpo soup, what should they do?"

Huo Hanzhang turned his head and looked at Naihe Bridge leisurely, "If you have concerns, you would rather die than forget, and you don't have to drink this Mengpo soup, but then you have to jump into the Wangchuan River and suffer the pain of piercing souls in the river for thousands of years. Only then can reincarnation be reincarnated. In the millennium, you may see the person you would rather die than forget walk on the bridge again and again, but you can’t speak the language, and you can’t see it. The soul on the bridge will never see the lonely soul in the river of forgetfulness.”

Fu Mingxi felt uncomfortable, and it was too miserable.

If it were me, enduring the soul-piercing pain in the Wangchuan River, and seeing the person who never wanted to forget, I would hope that he would overturn the only bowl of Mengpo soup, don't forget about myself, but I can't bear it Like himself, he endured thousands of years of torture in this Wangchuan River.

Although after a thousand years, if his thoughts are not extinguished, he can re-enter the world with the memories of this life, but at that time, where will the lover he will never forget for a thousand years?What kind of identity is it?If the marriage is already fixed, how can he change it after a thousand years of oblivion?

Is it really worth it to exchange a thousand years of suffering for an impossible reunion?I am afraid that people who have not experienced it personally cannot answer this question.

As soon as Fu Mingxi turned his head, he saw a huge bluestone standing on the bank, with the inscription "Three Lives Stone."

The Sansheng Stone records the past and present lives of everyone in the world. The handwriting on the stone changes its content depending on the person who reads it, but the color that remains unchanged is bright red like blood.

Fu Mingxi pulled Huo Hanzhang, "Where should we go next?"

Huo Hanzhang raised an eyebrow, "You don't want to see the Sansheng Stone?"

Fu Mingxi shook his head: "The past is in the past and cannot be changed. If I see something unsatisfactory, it will just make me feel blocked. This life is in my hands, and I don't need to look at it. How can my Fu Mingxi's life be determined by a stone ?”

There was a faint smile in the corner of Huo Hanzhang's eyes, "That's right. Let's go."

Fu Mingxi was very happy when he got the praise, although he couldn't figure out how being affirmed by Huo Hanzhang could make him feel like a flower bloomed in his heart.

There is a small path in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, which is only enough for two people to walk side by side.

Huo Hanzhang and Fu Mingxi walked very close, their shoulders almost touching.They were surrounded by endless fiery red Bianhua flowers, one black and one white figure didn't feel the slightest abrupt in this sea of ​​flowers, it just made people feel so beautiful that they couldn't bear to disturb them.

The flowers on the other side couldn't be seen at a glance, Fu Mingxi even wondered if he wanted to stay with Huo Hanzhang forever like this.

But thinking about it in a trance, I felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

Not long after, Fu Mingxi saw a butterfly appearing in the distance on the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and he didn't know if it just appeared or if it was there before but he didn't see it.

There is only this butterfly fluttering above this sea of ​​flowers, but it doesn't feel lonely.

The butterfly flew closer and closer, and Fu Mingxi could see clearly that it was a sapphire blue butterfly with a black border around its wings.When the butterfly is flying, there will be a faint sapphire blue light behind it, like a small piece of star, falling on the flowers on the other shore, and the flowers are gently swaying, very beautiful.

"Huo Jing, look, there is a butterfly over there."

Fu Mingxi raised his finger to show Huo Hanzhang the butterfly.

Huo Hanzhang didn't speak, but followed Fu Mingxi's movements with his eyes.

Butterfly flew in front of the two, and suddenly transformed into a handsome man in royal blue clothes.

The man smiled slightly and bowed to the two of them, "The younger one is here to pick you up at the order of His Highness King Guang of Qin. Please follow me, both of you."

The man turned around, waved his long sleeves, and another road was opened in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

The two followed the man, and Fu Mingxi whispered to Huo Hanzhang, "How does King Qin Guang know we're here?"

"If an outsider comes to the underworld and King Qin Guang doesn't know about it, he doesn't have to command the Ten Palaces, and he is not qualified to be the Lord of the Underworld."

Fu Mingxi thinks about it, but he still thinks that Huo Jing who said these words is more powerful.

The scenery on both sides of the road changed so quickly that Fu Mingxi felt that it was not he who was walking forward, but the scenery on both sides was constantly retreating.

One moment he was still in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and the next moment he arrived at an ancient house.

This house is very big, and Fu Mingxi didn't have a chance to count the courtyards he entered and exited several times, but the courtyard he is currently in has everything that one expects to find, including pavilions, terraces, pavilions, curved courtyard corridors, carved beams and painted pillars, rockery and strange rocks.

The exquisite corridors twist and turn, and the wide corridors lead to a row of gorgeous houses with green rafters and cornices.

The grass on both sides of the corridor has obviously been carefully trimmed, and there is no chaos of weeds.The placement of several strange stones is also well-proportioned, with a unique scenery.The two rows of ghost roses under the corridor, red, yellow and pink, bloom just right.

Although there is no sun, the sky is bright and clear, and it is completely like two worlds from the blue light shrouded in the Yellow Spring Realm before.

Fu Mingxi sighed, this place is really beautiful, anyone who looks at it will think that this is the mansion of a rich and noble family with taste, how can they think that this is the underworld?The Lord of the Underworld and King Qin Guang, the head of the Ten Palaces, lived in it.

Fu Mingxi looked around, "I really didn't expect King Qin Guang's residence to be like this."

Huo Hanzhang slightly turned his head and lowered his eyes, looking at Fu Mingxi from the corner of his eye: "What do you think it should be like?"

Fu Mingxi thought for a while and said, "A magnificent palace? There is a bull's head and a horse's face standing at the door?"

Huo Hanzhang shook his head, "The bull's head and horse face are not the guards of King Qin Guang. King Qin Guang doesn't like palaces, he is more interested in these pavilions."

Fu Mingxi looked sideways at Huo Hanzhang with his hands behind his back: "You know King Qin Guang very well?"

"know."

That is not familiar?

Fu Mingxi raised his eyebrows and said nothing.