1401: C1401 A Day Trip to the Underworld

C1401 A Day Trip to the Underworld

Happiness.

It was a joyous occasion.

In the Underworld, people with a bit of status like to raise spirit beasts.

When there's nothing else, let's compete.

The green dragon isn't the best among the spirit beasts. It can't bring Black Impermanence great honor.

But once he transformed into a dragon, it would be different.

Then he would have a lot of face in the Yin Messengers.

Black Impermanence revealed a happy expression. "Then what should I do?"

"Just give him a quiet environment to cultivate, don't disturb him. When he needs you, he will naturally call you" Ye Fan said faintly.

"Alright, then I will build a Spirit Gathering Treasure Formation around him so that he can cultivate better."

Black Impermanence waved his hand.

A black light flashed around the green dragon.

The spiritual energy was immediately increased by several times.

Sure enough.

Green Dragon's expression became even more serene and enjoyable.

"Brother Drilling Wind, you really helped me a lot."

"You're welcome."

"How should we deal with them?" Black Impermanence asked.

"Let's do as we agreed, but you'll have to do it for me. After all, my main body isn't in the Underworld."

Actually, Ye Fan had also pretended a little.

Even if his main body was here, it was useless.

This Zhuer Feng and Cai Wenlin were both spirits that had transformed their bodies into substance, and their strengths were much stronger than his at the Nascent Soul Stage.

"No problem! Someone send the two of them to the Bridge of Helplessness and push them into the River of Forgetfulness."

"General Yin, please be merciful and spare our lives"

Zhuer Feng no longer had the sage-like appearance from before, kneeling down was very funny.

Cai Wenlin was even worse. He was so scared that he could not even let out a fart and allowed servant to pull him away.

Black Impermanence didn't care about these two people at all.

The Underworld had tens of millions like them.

Let alone one or two, he wouldn't even blink if he died a hundred thousand times over.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, became interested.

"Lord Ba, where is the River of Forgetfulness? Can I go and take a look?"

Ever since he was young, he had heard of the legends of the River of Forgetfulness's Bridge of Helplessness.

If he had the chance, he would really like to see it with his own eyes.

He didn't know that the dramas were different.

"Sure, I'll take you there!"

"Okay."

Black Impermanence prepared to bring Ye Fan for a simple tour.

The two of them arrived at the gates of hell. This was a city gate with a big name hanging on it. On it were the words' gate of hell to the Nether Gate ',' gate to hell ', and the seven big golden words' gate to hell '. The strokes were like dragons and snakes, and the strokes were like iron and silver hooks. It was as if a dragon was startled by it.

Good characters.

Black Impermanence faintly smiled. "This character was personally written by the Fengdu Emperor of the Northern Yin. It's nothing if we look at it, but ghosts will worship us like gods and become pious."

"There is a path to the gates of hell. This path is called the Yellow Springs Road."

Ye Fan silently nodded and continued to look at the scenery on both sides.

He looked at the flowers on both sides of the road. They were beautiful and full of flowers.

"Hehe, you like these flowers?"

"They are the Paramita Flowers, right? They are the same as the ones in your courtyard."

"I didn't expect Brother Mr Drilling Wind to be so observant. Not bad, this flower is the Paramita Flower. There were only flowers and no leaves. As the saying goes, the flowers and leaves never meet. We cherish each other forever. This flower can awaken the memories of ghosts, allowing them to view their past lives. "

Black Impermanence continued:" You've never seen a ghost enter the pass, that's a magnificent sight! Some people sigh, some shed tears, some sigh, and some regret. They are in all sorts of forms. "

" Life is just like that, there will always be imperfections! When I think about it, there will naturally be all kinds of emotions. "

Ye Fan was the same. When he saw the Paramita Flower, many scenes that he did not want to recall surfaced in his heart.

This thing was really quite evil.

He did not know if it could be used to treat amnesia.

"Can I get it to be raised in Mortal Realm?"

"No, only the spiritual energy and soil of the Underworld can nurture it."

"Alright."

The two of them continued walking.

There was a bridge at the end of the road. Needless to say, Ye Fan knew that it was the Bridge of Helplessness.

There was a platform on the bridge called the Village Gazing Platform.

There was a stone by the River of Forgetfulness called the Stone of Sansheng.

Ye Fan was quite familiar with these things.

"Eh? Didn't they say that Meng Po is at the end of the Bridge of Helplessness? Why isn't he here? "

" She is! "

Black Impermanence scanned the area.

There shouldn't be any ghosts, so she must be busy with something else.

Ye Fan stood on the bridge and suddenly felt emotional.

He thought of a poem.

He stretched his neck and started to sing.

"A river of clear water separated the two banks, the Paramita Flower is blooming red and brilliant"

"A slender hand folding the stem of the flower, unable to forget about half life's fate"

"The servant of the palace looks at the end of the water. Although he misses her dearly, he is willing to do so."

"The teardrops slowly fall, but the shore of the other side is not this shore."

...

A poem fell.

Ye Fan still wanted more.

It wasn't easy for him to come to such a creative place, how could he not leave behind some achievements?

Then, he cleared his throat and started singing again. It was a very popular song on the Internet.

"I crossed the River of Forgetfulness and also crossed the other shore. I hope she can still turn back. The River of Forgetfulness is difficult to cross, blocking her path. If Buddha doesn't cross, then I'll cross..."

Black Impermanence cursed.

What the f * ck?

I'll show you around.

You repay me just like that?

What a stupid way of doing things.

Since ancient times, Ye Fan was probably the first person to recite a poem and sing on the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Brother Mr Drilling Wind, I can understand your feelings, but can we restrain ourselves a little? I'm afraid you'll scare the ghost out of its soul."

Ye Fan smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I won't sing anymore."

But right at this moment.

Not far away, waves suddenly appeared in the River of Forgetfulness.

They could only see a white-clothed woman. Her face was very blurry, and even Ye Fan's Fiery Golden Eyes could not see her clearly.

"Little brother, your poem and song just now were very interesting."

It was an ancient voice, and there were too many things mixed within.

Ye Fan was unable to describe his feelings for a moment.

However, he still politely thanked him.1

Actually, it was mainly because he felt guilty. After all, he was singing and singing in other people's territory, so he was really embarrassed.

"Black Impermanence, bring this little brother back. He will be sad if he is contaminated by the aura of the River of Forgetfulness too much."

"Alright, we'll meet again when we have the chance!"

" Un!"

She replied and ripples once again appeared on the River of Forgetfulness.

Suddenly, a drop of green liquid descended from the sky.

"Little brother, I'll give this drop of Meng Po soup to you. Perhaps you'll use it one day."

Is this Meng Po soup?

Ye Fan observed for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Meng Po, you still haven't told me how to store it! I can't keep dragging it, right?"

At this moment, the Grandma Meng Soup was wrapped in spirit energy, floating in Ye Fan's palm.

He didn't want to drink it, and he didn't want to forget about anything.

Could it be that he had to drag it on?

Black Impermanence said, "Just find a jade bottle and put it away."

"Okay."

After a day's travel to the Underworld.

Ye Fan returned to the Mortal Realm.

He quickly went to take a bath and absorbed all the energy in his body.

At this moment, his phone rang.

Shen Lingfu: I heard you offended the Cultivation Alliance?

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