Chapter 651 Entering the City
There was an uproar at Wangqing Ferry.
"Why was he the first one to go up?"
"He's obviously the last one in line."
"Could it be that this is the secret method to board the Sky Raft? But can we achieve this just by introducing this common sense?"
The ghosts and soul cultivators all started shouting, feeling very confused.
The old man who was guiding Sun Lingtong was stunned for a moment, then he bowed to Yun Xiao's reflection and said, "Thank you for your kindness and support. I will always be grateful to you and will spread your kindness and justice for the rest of my life!"
Hearing what he said, Wangqingdu suddenly fell silent.
Even if they were resentful and doubtful, they wisely kept their mouths shut. The reason was simple: it was Yun Xiao Daoying who promoted the old man. If they questioned this, they were opposing Yun Xiao Daoying's decision!
Yun Xiao's reflection did not react at all, and he waved his long sleeves again.
The next moment, Sun Lingtong disappeared from the spot and appeared on the Konghuira.
There was an uproar at Wangqing Ferry again.
"What's going on?!"
"How can this little devil get up there?"
"Why can he go up there? He is just the one being helped."
If it weren't for the rules, these soul cultivators and ghosts would probably have fought with the old man and the young one on the Konghuira.
This is too much!
There were only ten vacancies for Kong Hui Cha, but two of them were gone in an instant.
You know, the number of people queuing at the Wangqing Ferry right now is far more than thirty.
The number of places for the ferry was too limited, so Sun Lingtong and the old man boarded the ship early, causing many ghosts and soul cultivators to almost burst into curses, shouting that there must be an inside story!
Sun Lingtong, the person involved, was also confused.
He walked to the old man and asked him with his spiritual sense: "Old man, what is going on?"
The old man winked at Sun Lingtong and said, "This is actually all thanks to you, little brat. I owe you a favor."
"Ah?" Sun Lingtong was surprised.
Obviously, he was the one being guided and helped.
The old man looked deeply at Sun Lingtong: "Little ghost, who were you in your life? What good deeds did you do to have such great merits and a clean name?"
"You are a great man."
"So, I'll help you a little bit, that's enough."
Sun Lingtong's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was shocked. He quickly figured out the whole story: How could he be a good person? He didn't do anything special and he enjoyed stealing on a daily basis. How could he have a clean name?
"It's the breath that Xiao Ning's mother gave me."
"She said she could help me enter the Immortal City of Wangchuan."
"It turns out that this aura can be so useful!"
Although he figured it out, Sun Lingtong still played dumb and scratched his head: "I don't know."
The old man patted his shoulder and said, "It's normal to lose some memories after becoming a ghost. It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out. I said I owe you a favor and I will definitely make it up to you."
While the two were communicating with each other through their spiritual consciousness, Yun Xiao's reflection waved his sleeves repeatedly and selected another eight people to get on the flying raft.
Yun Xiao’s reflection gradually faded and finally disappeared in the vast river fog.
The many soul cultivators and ghosts who were left at the Wangqing Ferry looked on eagerly or glared angrily, staring at the empty raft floating away leisurely. Many of them stared at Sun Lingtong and the old man, their Adam's apples rolling and their mouths opening to speak, but in the end they didn't dare to utter a single dirty word.
After all, they can continue to queue here and wait for the opportunity to take the ferry later.
If I really started cursing and angered Yun Xiaodaoying, I would be expelled and would never have this opportunity again in my life.
The empty raft slowly floated on the surface of the long river of Wangchuan.
It is not in the shape of an ordinary boat, but more like a huge, slightly concave, frosty white waning moon, or a half-dried lotus petal with distinct veins.
The curvature of the fore and aft ends of the raft converges naturally, and the lines are smooth yet have a sense of withered beauty.
It exudes an extremely faint, almost nonexistent moon-white soft light throughout its body, forming a halo shield that is as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely tough.
Sun Lingtong was very active and could not sit still, pacing on the empty raft.
Pinch here, touch there.
He found that the material of this raft was very strange, neither gold nor wood, neither stone nor jade.
The body of the raft seemed to be made up of countless translucent, hair-thin glass veins woven together, and in these veins there was a faint, extremely dim, stardust-like silver light slowly flowing, like solidified tears.
The material filling the veins was beyond Sun Lingtong's vision, so he couldn't tell it at all. It was cold to the touch, but surprisingly tough and stable. After going through vicissitudes, it was both fragile and tenacious, which reminded Sun Lingtong of moonlight. It was just solidified, cold moonlight.
The whole raft was exquisite, yet it exuded a deep sense of loneliness and emptiness. Thinking of the story of Yun Xiao and Yue Yi, Sun Lingtong could not help but slightly understand the endless loss in Yun Xiao's heart that could never be filled.
The water of the Forgotten River is surging.
Countless ghosts were floating and struggling here, making silent screams and howls. When they saw the people on the empty raft, they all rushed over, showing their despair and the malicious intention of dragging people down with them.
The soul cultivators and ghosts on the empty raft all felt nervous. They knew very well the serious consequences of being dragged into the water.
Furthermore, the body of the Konghui Raft does not feel real, and when people step on it, they have a strange feeling of floating, as if they are stepping in thick cold fog, which makes people feel very uneasy.
The river was roaring, and waves were hitting the light shield of the Kong Hui Raft, stirring up splashes of water all over the sky and causing the body of the Raft to vibrate.
Every vibration would trigger the starlight and moonlight between the glass veins in the body of the raft.
The silvery-white stardust light and the soft moonlight intertwined with each other, protecting everyone on the raft steadily.
An undercurrent intertwined and formed a whirlpool, trapping Kong Huicha.
For a moment, the Kong Hui Raft could only spin in place, causing everyone on the Raft to change color and become even more nervous.
Fortunately, the whirlpool disappeared soon after and Kong Huicha set off again.
The wind blew on the surface of the Wangchuan River, the waves roared, and there were ghosts wailing as they sank. But inside the raft, it was peaceful, in stark contrast to the outside.
However, this kind of tranquility, almost dead silence, is not comfortable at all.
The longer they stayed, the more they felt a sadness spreading in their hearts, which became heavier. At the same time, they also felt empty in their hearts, as if there was a hole in their hearts, and there was no meaning in living, and everything felt boring.
The regrets of the past and the pain of loss were being magnified invisibly, but there was nowhere to vent them, tormenting everyone on the raft to the point of unbearable suffering.
The Forgotten River seemed to have no end, and everyone's sense of time became extremely blurred. Perhaps only an incense stick had passed, but it seemed as if a thousand years had passed. Surrounding them were endless gloomy winds, turbid waves, and resentful souls. Only the empty raft under their feet emitted a small but firm light, like the only floating ark in the abyss of despair.
In the depressing atmosphere, the raft shook slightly, and then the moon-white light covering the raft quickly faded and disappeared.
Everyone on the raft was extremely surprised because they found that they had arrived at the Fairy City of Wangchuan.
To be precise, it is the foundation of the fairy city.
Countless black pillars of unimaginable size, like the fangs of a prehistoric beast, broke through the turbid waters of the Forgotten River, and pierced the sky in either a winding or a straight line.
The place where the Konghuicha docked could barely be considered a "pier" - a few uneven and extremely slippery stone steps extended from under the dark waterline and sank into the shadows of stone pillars.
The turbid waves were surging and crashing just below my feet, and the filthy waves that rolled up almost splashed my feet. The sad wails and wails of the resentful souls, mixed with the cold wind, kept echoing among the stone pillars.
As soon as Sun Lingtong stepped out of the Konghuicha, he was enveloped by a biting cold wind.
He climbed up the stone steps carefully.
There were no railings on the stone steps, and the ground was narrow and slippery. On the side was the turbulent Forgetful River. The higher they climbed, the more nervous they became. If they were not careful, they would lose their footing and fall into the depths of the river from which there was no return.
After reaching more than half the height, the wind became stronger and stronger, whistling past, as cold as a knife.
The strange gray-white mist floats around and can absorb people's mental and physical energy.
The closer you get to the fairy city, the more life there is - there are more and more vines, which can wrap around people's ankles, and even ghosts and souls are not spared.
The numerous white bones weathered in the cracks of the rocks silently tell the fate of those who failed in the climb.
When Sun Lingtong and his group first set out, there were ten of them in total.
By the time we reached the finish line, only four were left.
Sun Lingtong's limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and his heart was filled with fear, despair and other negative emotions, which made him exhausted both physically and mentally.
The old man fulfilled his promise and helped Sun Lingtong climb many times along the way.
When arriving at the huge city gate, Sun Lingtong simply lay on the ground, too tired to move, panting.
The other three weren't much better.
The stone platform was wide and cold. The walls of Wangchuan Fairy City were high, like an iron curtain hanging from the sky.
Boom boom...
Sensing the presence of Sun Lingtong and the other four newcomers, the heavy city gate slowly opened.
At the top of the city gate, there is a precious mirror hanging.
The bronze mirror is iron-grey, with a bluish-red tint. The mirror surface is like dirty mercury, with gray-black quicksand swirling slowly and producing a pale green phosphorescence.
It is the evil mirror.
The four cultivators were either lying on the ground or sitting, gasping for breath while staring at the evil mirror.
a long time.
The first one to recover stood up, took formal steps, and slowly walked towards the open door.
Buzz——!
The ancient bronze mirror vibrated suddenly, making an almost shrill buzzing sound that directly tore through the silence.
A green light suddenly burst out from the surface of the evil mirror, causing pain in people's eyes.
“Uh…”
The ghost cultivator who was shot let out a scream, and black and red flames appeared all over his body. Then the flames quickly dissipated under the green mirror light, like snow encountering the scorching sun.
Sun Lingtong and others' pupils shrank suddenly and they were shocked.
The deceased ghost cultivator had the cultivation level of a golden elixir and was completely unable to resist. He was even more fragile than a baby under the green light.
Once the evil mirror is activated, it will not stop.
After the tragic green light column destroyed the first ghost cultivator, it swept all the way over and hit the old man who was helping Sun Lingtong.
The old man was originally sitting, but he immediately lowered his head, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his neck.
He held on with all his might, his whole body emitting puffs of white smoke and shaking violently in the mirror light.
Sun Lingtong and the fourth ghost were observing when suddenly the green beam of light expanded and illuminated both of them.
Sun Lingtong's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
At this moment, he felt as if he was stripped naked and thrown into the snow, and all his past sins were exposed!
Just when he felt that he was finished, the breath in his arms suddenly spread out and enveloped his whole body.
This breath came from the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin!
Under the illumination of the green light, the aura showed a magnificent golden glow, as well as a bluish-white light, like auspicious clouds rising.
The originally cold and harsh green light that carried the aura of judgment and destruction suddenly became soft and warm above the golden clouds.
The evil mirror sensed the merit and innocence, and the buzzing sound softened as if in recognition.
The old man's spiritual consciousness transmitted his thoughts: "My God, little ghost, how many good deeds did you do in your life?"
He was almost unable to hold on any longer, so he quietly made a move, stole a few wisps of aura, and added them to himself.
The green light shining on the two of them quickly dissipated.
The remaining green light still covered the fourth person for a while, causing him to be seriously injured and unconscious, and then it slowly dissipated.
The old man looked at the fourth person with lingering fear and explained to Sun Lingtong: "Although he didn't make it, his sins were not serious, so he was still saved. When he recovers, he can return the same way and take the empty raft back to the other side of the river."
Sun Lingtong narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man.
The old man waved his hand at him and said, "I am ashamed, ashamed, my friend. I am taking advantage of you again. I will repay you greatly after we enter the city."
Sun Lingtong hummed and then turned his head away.
He walked in front and the old man walked behind him. The old and the young walked into the city gate and officially entered the Wangchuan Fairy City!
At the same time, on the other side.
The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and a group of underworld cavalry marched in a mighty force.
The cavalrymen were all ghosts, some with green faces and fangs, and some with red hair and ghost eyes. But the bone blade battle flags fluttering in the wind, the cold and sharp crescent moon swords, the sky-splitting spears compressed by talisman paper, and the black blood paper horses all revealed their true identity - the Qingjiao Army!
After splitting up with Sun Lingtong and Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi and others also set out for the battlefield.
The reason why they can transform into various ghosts is that the Qingjiao soldiers have a spell called [Human-Ghost Facial Appearance].
Soldiers can thus become completely human, or completely ghostly.
But the battle flags, weapons, etc. are not covered, so they are all loopholes.
Fortunately, their marching route was quite remote, so even if they encountered scattered ghosts and soul cultivators along the way, it would not be a big deal.
"Above us should be the altar where the heavenly ghosts perform the ritual of robbery!" Ning Zhuo followed the instructions of the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin and came to the right place.
He, Qing Chi and others looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds covering it. Occasionally, they could see flashes of scarlet, like lightning in a thundercloud.
Qing Chi felt embarrassed: "The altar is high in the sky, how can we get up there?"
Few people in Qingjiao's army have the ability to fly.
Ning Zhuo had a plan in mind. He had already thought of a solution while on the march. He said immediately, "This is easy to do. We can just use the ceremony camp."
(End of this chapter)
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