Chapter 151: The golden light of merit descends from the sky, and the saint personally invites you (please subscribe)

"So you are a disciple of Saint Taiqing. Meng Xiang is so rude."

Meng Xiang's tone was full of respect, "With the help of the immortal, I feel that this time we will definitely succeed!"

Yang Ling smiled slightly, "If that's the case, let's get started."

Meng Xiang nodded, and after the blood-colored water of the Forgetful River in the pot began to boil, she threw the forget-me-not, red spider lily, and several other herbs into the pot.

As the herbs entered the water, a strange fragrance immediately spread out, and even the gloomy wind around seemed to be dispelled a little by the fragrance.

As time passed, the water in the copper pot gradually boiled, and the essence of the medicinal materials began to slowly blend into the water. The color changed from the initial clearness to a light emerald green, exuding an atmosphere that made people feel peaceful.

Meng Xiang observed the changes in the pot intently, stirring it from time to time with a long-handled wooden spoon, while muttering something, as if she was performing some kind of witch magic.

The Witch Clan was originally born with the evil and violent energy between heaven and earth. They were born without souls, and all their racial talents were added to their physical bodies.

Not only is he extremely powerful and strong, he is also naturally friendly to various elements such as the five elements, yin and yang, and can control gold, wood, water, fire, etc. without any practice.

As they grow older and continue to hone themselves, their physical bodies will become stronger and stronger, and the external forces they can control will become more and more powerful.

This magical ability to control external forces is called witchcraft.

While controlling the temperature of the flame, Yang Ling covered the surroundings with his divine sense to prevent any uninvited guests from disturbing Meng Xiang.

Time passed bit by bit, and as the soup in the pot became thicker and thicker, the expression on Meng Xiang's face became more solemn.

Every detail in the whole process is crucial, and any slight mistake may lead to failure.

At this moment, the medicine in the copper pot suddenly changed. The originally emerald green liquid suddenly showed a faint golden luster, and the fragrance became more intense.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang waved her hands hurriedly, "That's it now, put out the fire quickly, don't let this pot of medicine boil dry!"

Yang Ling put away the flame as he was told and asked with a smile, "Is it ready now?"

"That should be it..." Meng Xiang nodded, and added excitedly, "The amount of Forget River Water, Forget Worry Grass, and Red Spider Lily are all in accordance with my imagination, but they were difficult to form when used to make pills before. Now it is just right to boil them into soup!
I believe this pot of medicine will be successful!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly and asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

Meng Xiang took a deep breath, calmed down her excitement, and then said seriously: "I will take this pot of medicine back to Fengdu and find some dead souls to test its effect.

If it really works, present it to the Queen Mother Hou Tu!

By then, this decoction can be promoted in the underworld to help more dead souls erase their memories."

Yang Ling nodded, agreeing with her decision.

He knew in his heart that if this pot of medicine could really achieve the effect she described, it would have a far-reaching impact on the entire underworld and even the three realms and six paths.

"If you need my help, just ask." Yang Ling said sincerely.

Meng Xiang looked at him gratefully and said happily: "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. Please come with me to Fengdu first.

It just so happens that there are many foreign immortals and gods in Fengdu right now, all of whom are waiting for the Huangquan Secret Realm to open, and then the immortal can go with them."

Yang Ling thought about it for a moment, then nodded, "That's fine."

According to Meng Xiang, Fengdu is located in Luofeng Mountain, the center of the ninth level of the underworld.

This mountain is about 2,600 miles high and 30,000 miles in circumference. It is the highest and largest mountain in the entire underworld.

To get from the first underworld to the ninth underworld, they need to cross nine great worlds. It sounds troublesome, but in fact they just need to keep moving forward along the Forgotten River.

The turbid yellow waters of the Forgetful River flow endlessly, originating from the human world, spanning across the eighteen netherworlds, and finally merging into the netherworld sea of ​​blood. It is the most magical river in the prehistoric world.

The two men stepped on the auspicious clouds and floated downstream.

Auspicious clouds float above the banks of the Wangchuan River, and travel through layer upon layer of the universe along with the rushing river water.

The waters of the Forgotten River are mighty and the scenery on both sides of the river is always desolate and cold. Apart from the dead souls that can be seen everywhere, it is rare to see living creatures.

After flying for a while, Yang Ling and Meng Xiang finally arrived at the ninth level of the underworld.

Soon, he saw a stone bridge that spanned the Wangchuan River. It was only nine feet wide, with carved stone railings on both sides. The bridge deck was slightly curved and paved with bluestone.

Many dead souls walk here in a daze, and then they will arrange themselves according to the left-yin and right-yang, and walk slowly across the bridge in an orderly manner.

This bridge is Naihe Bridge.

According to legend, this is the place where one must pass through for reincarnation.

On the other side of the river stood a majestic and magnificent mountain, and at the foot of the mountain sat a gloomy black city.

This huge black city is Fengdu!

The grass and trees in the city are all born with evil and poisonous energy, and they are shaped like sharp swords. Any dead soul that touches them will lose their souls!
There are many rough and simple stone houses in this Fengdu city. According to Meng Xiang, those stone houses are the residences of their witch clan.

After hearing this, Yang Ling, who had been looking for the Ox-Head and Horse-Face along the way, completely gave up the idea.

Obviously, this underworld was not the underworld he had imagined.

Although the place is still the same, the people in charge are not the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Devil, the Black and White Impermanence, Judge Meng Po, the Ten Kings of Hell, etc., but some burly and rough-looking witch warriors.

Yang Ling saw many Wu clan warriors driving away the souls of the dead on Naihe Bridge. They were holding whips, and each of them looked ferocious, with impatience written all over their faces.

If a dead soul blocked their way, they would whip it until it cried for its parents.

Apart from this, they don't care about other things. Everything depends on the mysterious power in the underworld to guide the dead souls to reincarnate on their own.

Even if a dead soul accidentally fell into the Forgetful River and was torn apart by the bronze snakes and iron dogs and screamed in pain, the witch guards would turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear.

When they saw a shining auspicious cloud floating over, several Wu Clan warriors on the Naihe Bridge looked up in unison, with murderous intent in their eyes.

The witch clan was born with the evil and violent energy between heaven and earth, and their nature is brave and aggressive. Even if they were forced to hide in the underworld, their aggressive temperament has not changed at all.

"Who is so bold as to trespass into the underworld?"

A big man from the Wu clan, with a strong body, a thick waist, a rough face, a steel fork in his left hand and a chain in his right hand, shouted in a rough voice.

Looking at his posture, it seemed that if you answered slowly, he would directly take the steel fork in his hand.

"Uncle Shi, don't mess around, it's me!"

Meng Xiang obviously knew the tempers of her people, and quickly said, "The one next to me is the disciple of the Great Purity Saint of the Human Cult, the Immortal Yang Ling!"

"People's religion?"

"Yang Ling?"

The several Wu Clan warriors on the Naihe Bridge looked at each other, and the murderous intent in their eyes quickly dissipated.

"When did the Saint of the Human Religion accept disciples again?"

"Who cares? He's someone we can't afford to offend, so just let him pass." "No more bridge tolls?"

"What the hell are you doing? If you're not afraid of death, go ahead and collect it! Besides, the person was brought here by the incense!"

"Forget it, let's just wait for the immortals and gods who come to look for treasures."

Several Wu Clan warriors did not understand the method of transmitting sound through the soul, so they were discussing in a low voice. However, with Yang Ling's level of Taoism, it was difficult not to hear them clearly.

As Xiangyun approached, Meng Xiang seemed to have heard something, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face. She quickly explained:
"The Netherworld is too barren, so the tribesmen can only find ways to get some earthly things from the immortals and gods passing by, mostly wine and meat utensils..."

"Understood, understood."

Yang Ling smiled and nodded.

Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could fully imagine the hard life these witches led in the underworld.

At this time, the burly man whom Meng Xiang called Uncle Shi clasped his fists and said, "My fellow Taoist from the Human Cult, what brings you to my underworld?

If you are here to see my queen, please wait here for a while while I pass the message on... Not here to see my queen? Oh, then please do as you please."

Yang Ling looked a little strange.

So polite?
This is quite different from the impression he had of the witch warriors!

But since the other party had given way, he naturally wouldn't make any more trouble.

He nodded to several Wu Clan warriors, thanked them naturally, and then floated over the Naihe Bridge on auspicious clouds.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, Yang Ling's eyes were attracted by the scene ahead.

I saw six dark whirlpools quietly suspended in the air, each of them emitting a heart-pounding suction force, as if even the coldness in the air was swallowed up by them.

These whirlpools are undoubtedly the entrances to the six realms of reincarnation.

Next to these whirlpools, a witch woman with a slender limbs and a sturdy figure was carrying a bucket of Forgotten Water and a wooden spoon in her hand, and she was force-feeding a spoonful of Forgotten Water to the passing souls.

After drinking the water from the River Lethe, the expressions on the faces of the dead souls quickly became blank, and all their memories seemed to have disappeared with that spoonful of water.

It’s just that the memories of some dead souls are quite profound, and it is difficult for them to forget even after drinking the water of the River of Forgetfulness.

Just like that, Yang Ling saw with his own eyes that after a ghost drank the water of Wangchuan River, he was still muttering: "There are three jars of big money hidden under the willow tree at the entrance of the village... There are three jars of big money hidden under the willow tree at the entrance of the village..."

After muttering it a few times, he was grabbed by another big man from the Wu clan nearby and thrown directly into one of the six whirlpools.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang sighed and said, "What a pitiful fellow! Even if he remembered the money he hid before his death, he will be reincarnated as an animal in the next life."

"..."

Yang Ling was speechless, he had a lot to complain about but nowhere to vent.

He looked at the big man from the Wu clan at the entrance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. This guy's task was simple and cruel. He was only responsible for throwing the souls who drank the water of the Forgotten River into the reincarnation.

Yang Ling looked at it for a long time and found a pattern.

The most souls are thrown into the three lower whirlpools, while the number of souls thrown into the three upper whirlpools is very small.

Yang Ling finally found out after asking Meng Xiang.

The three whirlpools above represent the heavenly path, the mortal path, and the Asura path respectively, which are the upper three of the six paths.

The three whirlpools below represent the path of evil spirits, the path of animals, and the path of hell, which are the lower three of the six paths.

The vast majority of the dead souls were thrown into the animal realm, and a small number were thrown into the mortal realm. The one who decided the fate of these dead souls in the next life was the big man from the witch clan.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had no reference at all and was relying entirely on his own heart to decide which path these souls should be sent to.

After losing their memories, the dead souls became like zombies, without any ability to resist. They could only allow the big man to throw them into the vortex at will and start a new journey of reincarnation.

As for whether you will be a human or an animal, male or female, poor or rich in the next life... everything depends on luck!

In other words, it all depends on the mood of the witch.

This feeling made Yang Ling very uncomfortable.

Compared with before, he prefers the method of "good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil" to determine reincarnation.

At this time, Meng Xiang carried the pot of medicine that exuded a faint fragrance and walked carefully to the witch woman.

"Mother!"

She placed the medicine in front of the woman, her eyes full of expectation and confidence: "Mother, this is the Forget Worry Soup I developed. It is more effective than the Forget River Water. It can make the dead soul completely relieved and no longer troubled by the memories of the previous life."

The witch woman glanced at the copper pot in front of her, frowned, and said unhappily: "The water of the Forgotten River has been the law of the netherworld since ancient times, how can your Forgetful Soup surpass it?
Don’t mess around anymore!”

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Meng Xiang rolled her eyes, pointed at Yang Ling beside her, and said with a smile: "This Forget Worry Soup was improved by the immortal of the Human Sect himself, so it must be correct.

Mother, please let me try."

When the Wu clan woman heard the words "human teaching immortal", her expression suddenly changed. She looked Yang Ling up and down, and seeing that he was calm and didn't seem to be lying, she nodded in agreement: "If that's the case, then let's give it a try."

Meng Xiang was overjoyed and quickly put the medicine aside, waiting for an opportunity.

Soon, a ghost drank the water of the Forgotten River, still with tears streaming down his face, and choked up and said, "I can't forget her, that smile, that gentleness, I can't forget... I want to go back... I don't want to be reincarnated..."

Upon seeing this, Meng Xiang immediately stepped forward, picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of forget-me-not soup. Without thinking twice, she forcefully poured it into the ghost's mouth.

After taking the medicine, the ghost's eyes quickly became calm, and the painful expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of relief.

Apparently, he had forgotten everything.

"It's done!"

Upon seeing this, Meng Xiang immediately showed an excited smile on her face, and the witch woman was also very surprised. She didn't expect that this Forget-Sorrow Soup was actually more effective than the Forget-Sorrow Water.

At this moment, a heavenly music suddenly rang out from the sky.

Then, a golden light descended from the sky and illuminated the banks of the Forgotten River.

In the sky, golden light is everywhere; on the ground, golden lotus is in full bloom.

An auspicious air lingered in the air, and the entire underworld was shrouded in this sudden peaceful atmosphere.

Everyone looked up and saw that the golden light of merit slowly split into two. The thicker one fell directly on Meng Xiang. Circles of golden halos suddenly appeared around her body, making her look solemn and sacred.

A tiny ray of light fell on Yang Ling, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of faint golden light. Although it was not as dazzling as the light on Meng Xiang's body, it also looked extraordinary.

At the same time, a magnificent female voice was heard, as if it came from the sky, clear and distant.

"Junior Brother Yang Ling, if you have time, you can come to Pingxin Hall to see me."

(End of this chapter)