The golden flame danced in the void, and soon, Yue Tu's figure slowly disappeared, and then the golden flame gradually extinguished, and there became nothingness, as if there was nothing there in the first place.

The whole place was silent, with only a little wind blowing.

"Amitabha."

The monks put their hands together and chanted silently.

Yue Tu's death has indeed untied the knot in Buddhism today.

"Alas, I lost another friend." Li Nianfan shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

The more he came into contact with immortal cultivators, the more things he experienced, and he had many different insights into the world of immortal cultivation. Many things, after all, are different from what you hear and what you experience personally.

Many times, it is the path that others choose themselves. Don't say that you don't have the strength. Even if you have the strength, you can't help at all.

Immortal cultivators sometimes have a worldly air, and sometimes, they really look a bit like immortals.

This is Li Nianfan's evaluation of the people around him. Generally speaking, they are still very friendly.

"After Yue Tu's death, she should have entered the underworld. Let's take some time to say hello and let her be reborn in a good way." Li Nianfan thought to himself. This was all he could do to help. The

Buddhist founding ceremony ended perfectly. Although it was not perfect, it ended with a good ending after all, without any surprises.

Yue Tu Bodhisattva is gone, and the Buddha's disciples are gone. Buddhism is suddenly in a very embarrassing situation. Many guests left one after another. Everything that happened today is estimated to become a topic of conversation after dinner for a long time.

Li Nianfan and others did not leave.

Buddhism is unstable now, and he can also take care of it a little if he stays.

Fortunately, the monks were all in good spirits and nothing unexpected happened. However, the originally prosperous and thriving place was now a little lifeless, and almost everyone had a look of confusion on their faces.

Li Nianfan said that he could do nothing to help them. The Buddhist sect could only get through this hurdle on its own.

After staying for three days, he was ready to leave.

Before leaving, he came to the Buddhist backyard and said hello to the little monk Jie Chi. Now, the only acquaintance he had was this little monk.

When he came to the backyard, the fallen leaves were flying endlessly all over the sky. From a distance, he saw a small figure holding a broom, which was propped against the ground and leaning against it. He was so tired that he fell asleep.

His mouth opened and closed, and he looked a little funny and cute.

As he got closer, he heard him mumbling to himself.

"Master Yuetu, Brother Jiesexing, I don't believe you are demons. You will come back, right?"

"I will try my best to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. Once they are clean, you will come back, okay?"

"I have a new understanding of Buddhism, and I don't know who to tell."

Li Nianfan smiled bitterly and didn't wake him up.

It's not easy for him to endure the pain that he shouldn't have at such a young age.

He shook his head and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he vaguely saw a line of handwriting in the corner of his eyes, which was engraved on the stone under the Bodhi tree.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the mind is a mirror. Wipe it frequently to avoid dust."

Li Nianfan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the little monk who was still sleeping, slightly surprised.

Is this... the Buddhist teachings he learned from sweeping the floor?

This level of understanding is really amazing, it would be a pity if he didn't become a top student.

He looked around, picked up a branch, smiled, and slowly wrote another poem next to this poem.

"There is no bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing originally, so where can dust come from?"

"Bye, little monk."

Li Nianfan said softly, and then slowly walked out of the backyard.

An hour later.

Accompanied by a "click" sound.

The broom fell to the ground, and the little monk also cried out "Ouch!" and fell flat on his face.

"Puh, puh, puh!"

He spat out the fallen leaves in his mouth, rubbed his bald head, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Oh, why did I fall asleep? I have to sweep the floor quickly so that my master and brothers can come back earlier!"

He lowered his head to pick up the broom, but was slightly stunned, looking at the handwriting on the ground.

"Huh? Who wrote this here?"

He squatted down and read it out slowly, word by word.

After reading it, he was stunned, his mouth slightly open, and his mind was wandering.

"This, this... this Zen..."

He swallowed his saliva and sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, his eyes constantly moving between the two Zen poems, "Great, much better than mine."

The first poem emphasized that one should always brush away the obsessions in one's heart, reflect on one's inner heart, and keep it pure, while Li Nianfan's poem was even more extreme, directly stating that one has never had obsessions in one's heart, so why should one always brush away obsessions?

The difference was immediately apparent.

"The fallen leaves in this courtyard are nothing but the obsession in my heart. If the obsession is not gone, the leaves will not stop falling. Just let go of the obsession and these fallen leaves will naturally dissipate."

His eyes showed enlightenment, he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and there was a slowly flowing Buddha's light around him. A holy halo appeared on the back of his head, making his already shiny bald head even brighter. It seemed that he had entered a state of emptiness and clarity.

In the sky, fallen leaves danced around Jie Chi with the wind, and the next moment, they slowly dissipated like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

At the same time, the fallen leaves in the courtyard began to ripple, and the fallen leaves on the ground gradually disappeared...

During this time, Li Nianfan and others had already left Lingshan and flew to a larger city nearby.

There is a City God in the center of this city.

Inside the City God, fireworks are flourishing and several statues are enshrined.

The statue in the middle is an old man with a goatee and a round hat, looking very amiable.

If there are immortals here, they will find that as they burn incense, the incense will float into the air, and during this time, there will be a stream of strange power sinking into the statue.

This is the power of the incense, which, when condensed to a certain degree, is the merit of faith, and is also the basis for the soul of the City God to live forever in the world, and it must be cultivated through this.

As soon as Li Nianfan entered the City God, a soul separated from the statue, moved slightly, stood up and bowed to Li Nianfan, then gestured and floated to the back of the City God Temple.

Li Nianfan and the others followed him and came to a side room in the backyard.

The old man said to Li Nianfan respectfully, "Luohua City God Zhu Chengming has met Mr. Li and the immortals."

"I have met Zhu Chenghuang." Li Nianfan returned the greeting and continued, "I am sorry to bother Zhu Chenghuang again this time."

The last time he passed by here, he also asked Zhu Chenghuang to contact the underworld if it was convenient and keep an eye on Yun Yiyi and Jiesexing.

"Mr. Li, you are too polite. I can become the City God because of you."

Zhu Chenghuang said sincerely. He could become the City God, so his character was beyond reproach. He continued, "Mr. Li, the two masters, Black and White Impermanence, sent me a message. The matter you asked the underworld to investigate last time has been solved. A monk and a girl in red are in the underworld now. I just don't know if they are the people you are looking for."

Li Nianfan was dumbfounded and felt a little bit unable to accept it. He asked in surprise, "Both in the underworld? Are they dead?"

Zhu Chenghuang nodded, "It seems so."

"Huh..."

Li Nianfan sighed, frowning, and then said, "Can you please inform Zhu Chenghuang, I want to go to the underworld."

The Meritorious Body can go anywhere in heaven or on earth, and he really wants to go to the legendary underworld. In addition, he has to help Jie Se, Yun Yiyi, and Yue Tu.

"Mr. Li, wait a moment, I will contact the two masters, the Black and White Impermanence." Zhu Chenghuang said hello and then left. It took

only half an incense stick of time for him to come back, followed by two figures, one black and one white.

When the Black and White Impermanence saw Li Nianfan, they smiled on their expressionless faces and said politely, "Mr. Li."

Li Nianfan also smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Black and White Impermanence."

"Xiao Zhu has already told us about the matter. Mr. Li wants to visit the underworld. We welcome him." White Impermanence paused and continued, "But the underworld is an important place after all, and it is not very stable now. I'm afraid it's not suitable for too many people to enter." After saying that

, his eyes fell on the group of people behind Li Nianfan.

The meaning of targeting... well, it's a bit obvious.

Zi Ye suddenly said, "My two lords, long time no see."

"You are..." Black and White Impermanence looked at Zi Ye, and suddenly his expression changed. He was surprised and delighted, and said, "Fairy Zi Ye? You, you..."

Zi Ye smiled and nodded, "It's me."

"Since it's the Seventh Princess, then we in the underworld will welcome you." White Impermanence smiled and nodded, and his eyes fell on the others.

Ling Zhu shook his head, "I won't go, there's no delicious food in the underworld."

Pei An and the others were also very friendly, and bowed to Black and White Impermanence and smiled, "We won't bother you."

This is the God of Death. Everyone has to die, so you can't refuse.

Black and White Impermanence looked at Xiao Chengfeng again.

Xiao Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and immediately became unhappy, "What do you mean? Could it be that I, Xiao, am also not qualified to enter the underworld?"

Pei An and Gu Yuan knew that he was going to say something naughty, so they quickly grabbed him from the left and right, dragging him out.

"Do you know who I am? There are three million sword immortals in the sky, and they have to bow their heads to me! The same goes for the underworld!" Xiao Chengfeng struggled, "Let me go!"

"Sorry, there are no sword immortals in my underworld."

Hei Wuchang smiled coldly, then changed his face very naturally, and said to Li Nianfan in a friendly way: "Mr. Li, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, thank you for your help, both adults."

"No problem, no problem."

Hei Bai Wuchang waved his hands, then raised his hands at the same time, and with both hands, waves began to appear in the space. Soon, a dark door appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr. Li, please."

Hei Bai Wuchang opened the way, and everyone entered the door together.

The moment they entered the door, they felt a cold and gloomy air coming.

This feeling is like suddenly entering an air-conditioned room from outside on a sultry summer day.

His eyes were slightly dazed, and when he looked again, he saw a huge river in front of him. The river was turbulent, the color was earthy yellow, and there were huge waves. Everyone was standing on the shore, with water vapor splashing on their faces, and the sound of waves hitting the shore kept ringing in their ears.

The river is very wide and the water is very fast!

Li Nianfan didn't expect that there was no process in the middle of coming to the underworld. It was really like just entering a door and changing from one room to another. He was

instantly shocked by the river in front of him.

This world tends to be dim, and it seems to have always maintained the scene of sunset. The sky is reddish, and it seems to be tilting down, giving people a sense of oppression.

Li Nianfan licked his lips and sighed, "Is this... Huangquan?"

"It is Huangquan." Bai Wuchang nodded and introduced, "It's also the destination of souls after death. Generally speaking, those who come here can only be regarded as lonely ghosts. Only by finding the Naihe Bridge and reincarnating can they get rid of the identity of ghosts." "

Is that so." Li Nianfan looked up. On the other side of Huangquan, the shore was as red as fire. Those were the blooming red spider lilies. They swayed as if guiding everyone.

Li Nianfan suddenly raised his eyebrows and found the problem, "Why don't we see other ghosts here?"

Hei Wuchang said, "Mr. Li, only ghost messengers can go on this road, and ordinary ghosts are on the other side."

It turned out to be a fast lane.

Li Nianfan nodded, indicating that he had learned something.

To be honest, the Yellow Spring Road is very boring. In the dim world, only the endless Yellow Spring water and the bright red flowers of the other shore can relieve a little boredom.

Fortunately, the fast lane is very fast. Not long after, everyone saw an arch bridge in front of them. On the bridge, people moved and formed a long line.

As they approached, they saw many ghosts lined up, with tired and frustrated looks on their faces, standing uneasily in the line.

In addition to humans, there are also souls of various animals, and the number is equally huge.

Surrounding them, there were ghost messengers in uniforms who were responsible for maintaining order.

When they arrived under the bridge, in front of the bridge, there stood a stone tablet with three blood-red characters of Naihe Bridge engraved on it.

"It is indeed the Naihe Bridge." Li Nianfan's heart was filled with mixed feelings. This was the famous Naihe Bridge. He never thought that he would be lucky enough to stand on this bridge as a living person and visit it.

It was a pity that such a big boast had no one to brag about.

Alas, when people are away from home, they are really lonely like snow.

Looking up, there was an old woman with wrinkles on her face standing on the bridge. She was hunched over slightly, with an amiable smile on her face, and was scooping soup for the souls crossing the bridge.

When she saw Li Nianfan, her smile became even more friendly, and she nodded to show her friendliness.

Li Nianfan responded with a stiff smile, looked at the soup, felt a chill in his heart, and looked away.

This soup... is not a good soup, and it is definitely not drinkable.

"No, I don't want to drink it!" Suddenly there was a desperate voice.

It was a middle-aged man, his face was full of fear, and when Mengpo Soup was brought to him, he finally exploded, trembling all over, and was ready to run away.

But before he could take the first step to escape, he was caught by the ghost messengers on both sides and fixed tightly.

"Boy, how dare you make trouble here?" The ghost smiled coldly and threatened, "Drink it quickly, otherwise I will remember you on the way to reincarnation!"

"No, two officers, I also want to cooperate. The key is that this soup is really hard to drink. The taste... ugh!"

The middle-aged man was about to cry, "Gug! I can't take it anymore, I really can't bear it. It's my last meal after all. Can it not be so bad?"

"Drink this soup, I guarantee you will forget what bad taste is." The two ghost officers smiled slightly, obviously they were not surprised by this phenomenon. They easily grabbed the middle-aged man, and then "gulp gulp", the whole bowl of soup was directly drunk without a drop.

The middle-aged man's body was shaking crazily, and he made a "gulp" sound from his mouth. His face was distorted, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

But soon, the struggle disappeared.

The middle-aged man became expressionless, his eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at the front. He obviously forgot everything, and just floated across the Naihe Bridge quietly and floated away.

"Hiss——"

Li Nianfan took a breath of cool air, his scalp was numb, and he was really frightened by the brutal scene in front of him.

Horrible, too terrible!

Fortunately, I am not in this team, fortunately, fortunately!