Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin looked solemn: "I didn't joke with you, and I didn't want to see you joke."
"Xiao Sun, you have taken care of my son for many years, and I am infinitely grateful to you."
"You sneaked into the Immortal City this time, and you have the blessing of the underworld, as well as the help of the unexpected."
"On the contrary, on my side, it is extremely dangerous! I just hate that there are not enough troops, the more the better."
Sun Lingtong frowned: "Will the gray bone old man encounter an existential crisis?"
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin nodded slowly with a solemn expression.
Sun Lingtong's heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "Let my aunt attach so much importance to it, maybe the enemies in the Water Burial Valley are more terrifying than those in the Wangchuan Immortal City!"
"After all, this time, if the century-old conspiracy of Lord Wangchuan is really destroyed, the role and contribution of the gray bone old man will definitely be huge."
"Auntie got the guidance of the gray bone old man before her death, the reason why we can have two cultivation armies, without the gray bone old man's plan, it will never be possible."
"If I were Lord Wangchuan, once I knew the truth, I would definitely hate the old man with gray bones, and I would definitely get rid of him quickly!"
"My aunt is also for my own good, so she deliberately separated from me......"
"But how can I cross the Wangchuan River and enter the Immortal City?"
Sun Lingtong looked at the wide river in front of him, quite difficult.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin has already led the army and set off again. Before leaving, she reached out and grabbed a cloud of breath from her body, condensing into an air mass that glowed slightly.
"This is my breath, which can be used to cover you and help you break through the city gate."
Sun Lingtong took it with both hands and looked up at Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, who was gradually accelerating in the chariot.
Sun Lingtong looked at the back of the chariot and shouted: "Auntie, how should I cross the river?"
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin's consciousness transmission: "Xiao Sun, it's not that I don't want to continue to instruct you."
"But I am in a special state, no longer a living being, let alone a ghost. This awakening, and continuous calculations, has already caused fluctuations in qi. If you point out too much, it will not be beautiful, just let it be."
After the explanation, she led the paper man army away, with a calm fighting spirit, and rushed to another battlefield.
Sun Lingtong was a little boy and stayed alone.
He looked at the vast river and was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.
If he came here for the first time, he might try to use some spells, theft, etc., and then suffer some hardships.
But he had met Luo Si before, and this experience gave him a lot of deep understanding and awe of Wangchuan River.
Luo Si was a primordial infant level, appointed as a general, and led the army to attack the White Paper Immortal City, and his strength was naturally quite outstanding. Even so, he only dared to sit on the river embankment and fish by the river, but did not dare to wade through the water easily.
"Wait, no, no!"
Sun Lingtong's heart suddenly moved, and he thought of a certain trick: "There are many residents in Wangchuan Immortal City, it is impossible for everyone to be powerful, and it is impossible to cross the long river of Wangchuan by themselves."
"With so many people, they must have a stable passage to easily enter Wangchuan Immortal City. Maybe it's a teleportation array or something."
Thinking of this joint, Sun Lingtong suddenly cheered up.
He immediately walked along the river and began to investigate.
Not long after, he crossed the vast river fog and saw a ferry from it.
"Sure enough, sure enough! I was right." Sun Lingtong perked up, secretly excited, and approached the ferry with caution.
The ferry port is quite simple, and there is already a group of monks, in
Stop and wait inside the ferry.
Sun Lingtong was cautious and first watched from a distance. He found that among these waiting creatures, there were not only soul cultivators, but also all kinds of ghosts. Their cultivation is also uneven, the highest is the Jindan level, but there is only one, a small number of foundation building monks, and more are the qi refining period. Most of them are all mundane.
Sun Lingtong's guard in his heart was slightly lowered.
He touched his face. At this time, he naturally looked like a ghost cultivator in the underworld. After confirming that the camouflage method had been in effect, he officially walked into the ferry port as if nothing had happened.
His arrival did not attract attention, but as he wandered around the ferry, more and more eyes were cast.
This ferry is really quite simple, Sun Lingtong has an unobstructed view, and there is not much gain.
His observation eventually fell on these monks, and when he saw them lined up on their own, they were silent, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder how orderly they were.
Sun Lingtong stood at the front of the team, considering the words in his stomach, wanting to test the information, but one of his nearest ghost cultivators suddenly spoke: "This little brother, do you want to join Wangchuan Immortal City?"
"Huh? Yes." Sun Lingtong nodded.
The ghost cultivator who was talking to him grinned and showed a warm smile: "Then you can line up in front of me."
Sun Lingtong was surprised for a while.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this ghost cultivator finished speaking, other ghost creatures and soul cultivators spoke one after another.
"Insert in front of me, insert in front of me!"
"Why join your team? I'm in front of you, brother, come to me."
"Come on, come on, I'll give you my place."
The waiting monks were very enthusiastic and very humble.
Sun Lingtong was alert by nature, and immediately noticed the strangeness and weirdness hidden under too much enthusiasm.
Seeing him hesitating, the soul cultivators became even more noisy, scrambling to help Sun Lingtong. Some ghosts even stared at their eyes, showing a fierce appearance, and forcibly held them down.
Sun Lingtong decisively stayed away from these people and walked towards the end of the team.
After he reached the end of the line, these ghosts and soul cultivators shut up one after another, some snorted dissatisfiedly, while others turned their heads to glance at Sun Lingtong, their suspicious eyes could hardly be hidden.
"Kid, you're not stupid yet. Being at the end of the line will benefit you and not harm you."
An old man suddenly spoke. He was in front of Sun Lingtong, originally the last one, and now he is the second to last.
Sun Lingtong cast his gaze and saw that it was a human soul cultivator, so he tried to ask: "Old man, is there any explanation for this?"
The old man nodded: "They want to accumulate virtue and do good, seize every opportunity, and accumulate merit."
"But if you really accumulate virtue and do good deeds, there is naturally a huge difference between them and them."
"Just like me, I am really accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and doing good deeds with kindness!"
The old man spoke without carrying others behind his back, nor did he use his consciousness to convey the message.
Hearing these words, many ghosts and soul cultivators exploded, and they all turned around and glared angrily.
"Old man, don't gossip more!"
"What kind of thing are you, and you dare to teach your ghost grandfather to do good deeds?"
"Are you looking down on us? False benevolence and righteousness!"
The old man caused public anger, but he smiled, turned around and smiled at Sun Lingtong: "You are optimistic, little ghost."
After saying this, he turned his head, looked at everyone head-on, and glared angrily: "What's it called?! You idiots have the kind of beating me."
"Don't worry, I am very weak, my cultivation is poor, I only have a qi refining period, which is no different from ordinary people."
"You can kill me with one punch, come on, smash my punch in the chest. I promise to lie down immediately!"
Hearing his words, everyone who was still shouting just now suddenly shut up.
Sun Lingtong observed his words and expressions, and immediately knew that these people were all frightened by the fierce earthquake.
The old man's "defeat the strong with the weak" also made Sun Lingtong understand at this moment: even before entering the Wangchuan Immortal City, he was already in some kind of rules of the Immortal City.
"Could it be that this Wangchuan Immortal City advocates respecting the old and loving the young, accumulating virtue and doing good deeds?" He asked the old man.
The old man nodded: "The rules of Wangchuan Immortal City are very strict, and the soul cultivators and ghosts entering the city must be strictly reviewed."
"The key content of the review is whether there is sin, how many sins there are, whether there is virtue or not, and how much virtue there is."
"The fewer sins and more virtues, the easier it is to enter the Immortal City and obtain the qualifications of a citizen of the city."
"And at this forgetfulness ferry, we must also abide by the rules. If you shout, jump the queue at will, etc., you may annoy Yun Xiao's reflection and you will not be allowed to board the raft in the air."
The more Sun Lingtong listened, the more questions he had and couldn't help but ask: "Wait a minute, old man. What is this Yun Xiao reflection? What is an empty return raft? Is it a ferry?"
When the old man heard him ask, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Little ghost, you want to enter Wangchuan Immortal City, don't you even know these two?"
Sun Lingtong thought to himself that he had already been seen as a "newcomer", so he shook his head decisively: "I don't know."
The old man sighed and said with sincere emotion: "Then you little ghost met me, you are lucky."
"Let me tell you."
"All the ferries and ferries on the Wangchuan River involve two senior sages."
"They are a pair of Taoist couples, the female cultivator's name is Yueyi, and the male cultivator's name is Yun Xiao."
"The two of them were originally a pair of beautiful people, playing the qin and se, participating in the road together, their love was as deep as the sea, and they met to go to longevity together."
"Senior Yueyi is as gentle as the moon, with a pure heart and often doing good deeds. A sudden disaster of the collapse of the virtual realm, in order to protect the living beings, Senior Yueyi sacrificed his life to sacrifice the formation, the incense disappeared, and his soul fell into the underworld."
"Senior Yun Xiao was heartbroken, and his heart was broken. If there is no her on the road to immortality, even if she lives for ten thousand years, she will only be an eternal shackle of loneliness."
"Regardless of the dissuasion of his colleagues, he abandoned the path, and with his own strength and courage, he forcibly opened the road to the underworld, went straight into the depths of the underworld, and broke through several underworlds."
"This road is truly a life-and-death situation. He slashed the evil ghosts that blocked the road with his sword, resisted the bone-eroding yin wind, and stepped through the dark land and desperate realm like a sea of sword mountains and fire, ignoring the strict iron laws of the ghost race. The only thing that supports him is the indestructible obsession in his heart to find her one by one and bring her back!"
"Finally, he went through the calamity and followed the familiar aura on the soul of the Taoist companion to find here, perhaps standing where we are standing today."
"It's the banks of the Wangchuan River that spans through the ages."
"The waves were overwhelming, the fishy wind was blowing, and countless twisted soul ghosts struggled, floated, and wailed in the murky river, making a heart-wrenching scream. Then after being washed and washed by Wangchuan, erasing past memories, getting rid of intense feelings, being liberated, relieved, and floating to the surface."
"Senior Yun Xiao is here, and he finally found Senior Yueyi. However, his surprise and anxiety could not arouse any reaction from senior Yueyi."
"Senior Yueyi has been soaked for too long, washing away too many emotions and memories. After she saw Senior Yun Xiao, she frowned slightly, as if she had made an effort to recall, but in the end it was still in vain."
"Although Senior Yun Xiao found his Taoist partner, it was a pity that this was the result. He tried to retrieve the lost emotions and memories of Senior Yueyi, but these were scattered in the infinite Wangchuan River. Even Senior Yun Xiao can't do anything about it."
"With the soul of a numb Taoist, he stood on the banks of the Wangchuan River and tried hard for seven days and seven nights. In the end, all his sacrifices, all his treks, and all his persistence gradually turned into despair colder than the water of the Wangchuan River."
"In despair, he was extremely sad and looked up to the sky and howled. In the roar, regardless of the consequences, use all your might."
"His roar and the sound of the river waves are mixed, and all his cultivation and talents are deeply engraved on the banks of the Wangchuan River, turning into a large number of ferries and ferries."
"Every ferry and ferry has the same shape, they are forgetful crossings and empty rafts."
Sun Lingtong listened intently, muttering softly in his mouth, chewing on these two names. Unlike before, he could already experience countless emotions such as sadness, despair, and sadness.
The old man continued: "Because Senior Yun Xiao is a sage of the righteous path, no matter who enters this forgetfulness crossing, he must abide by the rules."
"Poor behavior, such as fighting, quarreling or even loud noises, may be removed from the forgetfulness. The worst thing is that if you have been expelled once, you will never be able to cross the path of oblivion for the rest of your life."
"The space for the empty return raft is limited, and every time we take a ferry, we will only select the top ten with the best performance."
"The best performance here is the various performances in the forgetfulness."
"Only by taking the empty raft can we reach Wangchuan Immortal City."
Only then did Sun Lingtong completely suddenly understand the whole story. He stared at the long queue in front of him and thought, "So they were the Lord before them
Every move to let me jump the queue is framing me and expressing myself at the same time!"
He opened his mouth slightly, and was about to continue asking for advice, when suddenly, a cloud appeared, condensing a monk, dressed in a wide-sleeved white robe, floating like a fairy, only holding his back to face everyone, and staring at the surface of the Wangchuan River in the front, leisurely passing by.
The forgetfulness immediately became silent.
The old man was even more so, his eyes widened and he stared at his back.
Sun Lingtong also stared, thinking of the previous introduction, and immediately guessed the truth: "Is this the reflection of Yun Xiao?"
I saw that Yun Xiao's reflection only appeared for a few breaths, and there was fog rising around it, as if a large fog was coming out of the river.
In the vast river mist, a ferry gradually floated in.
This ferry is also very simple and not spacious.
Sun Lingtong couldn't help but say: "No wonder this old man just said that he would only recruit the top ten monks."
Yun Xiao's reflection beckoned to the empty repercussion, and the empty raft sped up and docked in the ferry.
Yun Xiao's reflection waved his sleeves.
The next moment, the old man who helped Sun Lingtong disappeared in place.
When he appeared, he had already appeared on the ferry and was the first passenger on the empty raft!