Mystery: The Beginning is Clocked By Dao

Thirty-six favored sons of the emperor, thirty-six Vajra Bodhisattvas.

Thirty-six Buddha lights shone on them, but when Gu Feng regained his senses, he came to an unfamiliar space.

"On the Wangxiang platform, look at the life before you, and look back at all kinds of things behind you."

A majestic voice resounded in the space.

I saw a kind-hearted Bodhisattva appearing in front of Gu Feng.

"When you know what happened before and after life."

In this dark space, a white light suddenly lit up.

Gu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and gradually adapted to the light.

He saw a pavilion in front of him, and in the middle of the pavilion was a boulder as tall as a person.

The sound of rushing water came into his ears, and when he looked down, a blood-yellow stream of water rushed past the front of the pavilion.

"Oh, you don't have to take Huangquan Road."

In Taoist culture, people pass through in sequence after death: Huangquan Road, Wangxiang Terrace, and Naihe Bridge.

After crossing Naihe Bridge, he drank Meng Po soup and went to reincarnate.

Buddhism also has a saying about the afterlife, which persuades people to endure hardships in this life and enjoy happiness in the next life.

But what Gu Feng really doubts is that since this is the inheritance of Ksitigarbha Buddha, it should be the Western Paradise.

Why does it appear on the banks of Wangchuan River?

"You don't need to worry about it, little brother, just keep going."

An old voice came into Gu Feng's ears. He only felt familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard the other party's voice.

He heard clearly, this was definitely not the voice of the previous Bodhisattva.

"drink."

Gu Feng came to the Wangxiang Stone and put his hand on the Wangxiang Stone.

Only the stone surface facing him became as smooth as glass, and a blurred figure gradually appeared on the mirror surface.

The figure was very confused, Gu Feng could only see that the other person was a figure, but he couldn't see his true face.

There seems to be a cloud of mist shrouding the figure, making it difficult to see his features.

The sky and the earth collapsed, the sea withered and the rocks rotted. Gu Feng only saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Countless corpses stared at the collapsing void with wide-eyed eyes, and the arms stretched out before dying died without falling.

A scene like purgatory appeared on Wangxiang Stone.

The screen stopped abruptly.

Only left Gu Feng with infinite doubts.

Wangxiangshi looked at himself after death, but he was neither dead nor saw anything related to him.

All I saw was a scene like purgatory.

What kind of town is this looking for?

What he didn't know was that someone in Xianyu was disturbed by the scene just now.

Immortal Realm, a mountain peaked straight into the clouds.

Surrounded by fairy mists, a bamboo house is located in the bamboo forest.

There is a bamboo wooden table outside the bamboo house, and a chessboard is placed on the table.

An old man with white hair and beard is playing a game with him.

"boom."

A thunderous thunder pulled the old man's thoughts back from the chessboard. He looked up at the cloudy sky in disbelief, and muttered:

"The person who should be robbed appeared?"

"boom."

The door of the bamboo house behind the old man was kicked flying, and a sloppy middle-aged man with hair like a chicken coop and stubble all over his face rushed out of the house.

"He appeared, he finally appeared!"

"Senior brother, if you kick the door like this again, sooner or later the bamboo here will be cut down by you to build the door."

The old man just looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and indulged in the game of chess.

And this scene in Xianyu, from beginning to end, only two people know.

Gu Feng sat depressed in Wangxiang Terrace, looking down at the rushing Wangchuan River.

There is no Naihe Bridge, and no Meng Po.

The Wangchuan River is not like a legend where lonely ghosts are exiled.

Except for the strange color of the river water, there is nothing else abnormal.

Not only Gu Feng, but after entering this strange space, everyone saw their previous life on Wangxiang Stone without exception.

But no one saw the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood like Gu Feng.

Without the Naihe Bridge, they would naturally be unable to cross the Wangchuan River.

Gu Feng couldn't be stupid enough to try it out to see if he could cross the river.

He just sat quietly in the pavilion, thinking about the content of this inheritance.

The inheritance left by an Immortal Emperor is naturally not simple.

But so far, Gu Feng can't guess what the other party wants to do.

Looking at the past and present, is it useful?

Besides, whether it is the Western Paradise in Buddhism, or the Heavenly Court in Taoism.

They only exist in legends.

There may have been these in the past, but after so long, I am afraid they have long since disappeared in the long river of history.

"Netherworld Road, Wangchuan River, sigh Naihe in front of Naihe Bridge."

Gu Feng had nothing to do, he simply leaned against the pillar behind him and whispered a verse.

Anyway, he is not very interested in the so-called inheritance of the Immortal Emperor, if you want to talk about it.

He is more curious now whether there really exists the underworld, and whether what he just saw is true or not.

What Gu Feng didn't realize was that when he finished saying "Sigh Nai He in front of the bridge of Nai He", a white fog suddenly appeared on the barren land around him.

A thick fog gradually dispersed, and even Wangxiangtai was wrapped together.

Gu Feng sat up and realized that something was wrong.

There is such a big fog inexplicably, how can it not be strange?

A faint whimper and singing came into Gu Feng's ears from far and near.

Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, he could really hear the singing!

In the barren and barren soil around Wangxiangtai, bright red flowers took root and sprout from the soil, and finally bloomed.

Everything happened within a few breaths, and Gu Feng was too late to react.

"The other shore flower?"

He stuck his head out and looked at the flower field that suddenly appeared.

The flowers are bright red, red like blood, so bright that they can bleed with a single pinch.

"How can there be a flower on the other side?"

The flower language of the other shore flower is death, separation and sadness.

It grows mostly in areas where yin and yang meet.

How can so many other flowers suddenly grow out?

Gu Feng frowned.

What he didn't know was that in the thick fog, a wooden arch bridge appeared over the Wangchuan River, spanning both sides of the river.

A woman stood by the bridge, holding a bowl of green sugar water in her hand.

She is waiting for someone who can never wait.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The mournful whimper sounded around him. After listening to it for a long time, Gu Feng felt numb, and it seemed that someone was beating his head with a wooden hammer in his mind.

"I want to see what tricks are playing!"

A seven-color fire lotus appeared under Gu Feng's feet, and when the fire lotus appeared, the surrounding sobbing also stopped.

"go."

The fire lotus flew forward, and the thick fog disappeared without a trace, and a woman in black appeared in front of Gu Feng.

Then came a wooden bridge, and a row of ghosts waiting to cross it.

"Naihe Bridge? Madam Meng?"

As if hearing her name, the woman by the bridge raised her head and looked at Gu Feng in Taichung, Wangxiang. *