Luo Jiujiang finally understood that every time the monks traveled from one world to another, there would be thousands of ghosts standing at both ends of the transmission road, silently watching them throughout the journey with their eyes.
Where do people go after they die? Sometimes, monks in the process of teleportation will discuss this question with their traveling companions halfway through the journey.
Will come to us.
Outside the boundary membrane channel, countless ghosts were clinging to it, and their densely packed eyes looked through the monks who were discussing this issue from head to toe in 360 degrees.
Before Luo Jiujiang was completely dragged into a deep sleep, he happened to be swept by the black current past a passage between two worlds. A glance revealed that the passage was completely covered with black ghostly figures. All of those dark figures had their backs to Luo Jiujiang, so it was impossible to tell whether they were smiling or not.
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Luo Jiujiang seemed to have slept for a very long time.
It wasn't a true deep sleep, but rather a quick-thinking decision, made in a matter of seconds: first, he'd injure Qianling, then, the Heart-Searching Thunder. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he was condemned to the Netherworld. His consciousness remained in the Holy Land, but his body had already been gnawed to pieces. Even after his consciousness finally entered the Netherworld, it couldn't rest. He immediately had to attach his Nascent Soul to turn the tide. This entire series of events, from beginning to end, took less than an incense stick of time.
But during this period of time, the thrilling experience was more than any other he had experienced before.
Rather than sleeping, Luo Jiujiang was more like healer. The three previous incidents, no matter which one, had caused him considerable damage.
The black current that enveloped his Nascent Soul seemed to know that Luo Jiujiang needed rest. It carried Luo Jiujiang through several worlds in a hurry, making three or four sharp turns in the middle, but the waves were always gentle throughout the process, and the degree of vibration and bumps was no more severe than that of a baby's stroller.
After a while, as if finally reaching its destination, the dark river stopped. A portion of it rose up in the waves, gradually forming a thick cocoon that tightly wrapped Luo Jiujiang in the middle.
Perhaps only by personally visiting a magical and eerie place like the underworld and seeing it with one's own eyes can people discover that although they are both pitch black, they can still distinguish between different shades.
The darkness that enveloped Luo Jiujiang was pure and quiet, yet its color was nearly translucent, making it look like a piece of amber. Luo Jiujiang, in his Nascent Soul form, was sealed within this transparent shell. Against this lightless darkness, he was dazzling and eye-catching.
The precious "amber" was delivered to the hands of two or three particularly dark ghosts. They looked down and found that Luo Jiujiang, who was curled up in them, was sleeping soundly.
Then, as if it had finally completed its mission, the black current continued to surge towards the distance, this time at a lightning speed, completely different from the attitude it had just used to support Luo Jiujiang. It chased with such anxiety, as if there was something of great importance in the distance.
It went all the way west, and every time the waves surged, it would shoot hundreds of black ghosts in the air, and then snatch some scraps of harvest from the ghosts.
Time and again, this rushing river snatched bits of red or white debris from the ghosts and rolled them into its center. At the same time, in the entire underworld, in different directions in all directions, there were about a dozen such rivers gradually gathering.
As for all this, Luo Jiujiang, who was trying to settle down his spiritual consciousness in the Nascent Soul and moving the Dao Source back and forth to adjust, knew nothing about it.
All that remained in his memory was a gentle wave, as if he had returned to a very young age, on a small fishing boat on the blue sea of the Seven Islands.
"The moon changes from full to crescent in fifteen days.
The big boat paddles, sailing between the small islands.
Brother, don't rush to pick up the red snapper from the sea.
I tied the red string around your waist. Do you feel relieved?
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It takes another half a month for the silver plate to go from curved to round.
The big ship sails in deep water, drifting on the sea surface.
Brother, don't be greedy for the big and fat pearl oysters.
I sit alone in the small building all night long, waiting for you to come back a hundred times."
The author has something to say: The ghost stories and fisherman's songs are all made up by the author, so if you don't think they are scary or not nice to listen to, please ignore them_(:3∠)_
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Thanks to Yuxi for the mines x2
Thanks to a silly cat for the mine x1
Thanks to Lanfeng for the mine x1
Thanks for scaring me with the monotonically increasing mines x1
Thanks to Ye Li for the mine x1
Thanks to Qin Zhuying for the mine x1
Thanks to Tanxiamio for the mine x1
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