Chapter 242
When Bai Xie arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness, he happened to see the person sitting on the gleaming chair at the stall, and an aged voice came from under her ghost robe:
"The soul is condensed across three lifetimes, past lives and memories."
"To shed the ties of affection, to part from love and hate, can you truly let go of both?"
"What can be done about this pond? What can the world do about it?"
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One after another, the souls, escorted by the ghost messengers, slowly moved to the front of the stall. Only after hearing the soul-stabilizing incantation of the man in the ghost robe did they expressionlessly pick up the soup bowl on the table.
The underworld is a place where the dead gather, but if a soul stays there for too long, it will eventually lose its intelligence.
Therefore, most of the souls that come to Naihe to be reincarnated have long lost their own consciousness. They are just following in the footsteps of the ghost messengers to forget their past lives.
Bai Xie, with his snow-white hair and white robe, was quite conspicuous on the Bridge of Helplessness.
The ghost messengers, though unsure why he had appeared there, still bowed respectfully in fear and addressed him as such.
"Master Bai."
Bai Xie ignored him and walked straight over. He was quite outgoing and went to Ying Ning's stall.
"It's been a long time since I've seen Meng Po."
His eyes were constantly scanning the area.
"Grandma, where did you go?"
Ying Ning, who was wearing a ghost robe, naturally recognized that this person was Bai Xie, the White Impermanence of the Underworld.
This Bai Xie has been in charge of the underworld for six hundred years. It is unknown where Que Rong found this living soul. Since arriving in the underworld, he has directly assumed the position of Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence).
At that time, naturally, there were ghost messengers who disliked him and came to cause him trouble.
But they were all kicked by Bai Xie without mercy and sent to the deepest hell.
Que Rong, however, turned a blind eye to his dealings with the ghost soldiers and never inquired about them.
"Lord Bai, when did you start meddling in my affairs?"
Bai Xie still wore that smiling tiger face. The ghost messengers around him all knew his temperament, so they kept their distance, afraid of upsetting him and being kicked into the Avici Hell.
"Grandma Meng is being too polite."
Bai Xie spoke up: "Both my mother-in-law and I are messengers of the underworld."
"I have heard that in the mortal world we are called 'colleagues'. If I count carefully, you and I have been colleagues for more than six hundred years."
"It is only natural that I am concerned about my mother-in-law's affairs."
"Without you here, Naihe is in complete chaos." Bai Xie said with a smile, seemingly without any hint of probing.
That's just how he is. Even if he were to wield a weapon and slay ten thousand ghosts in the next instant, he could still maintain a smile that makes people grit their teeth in hatred.
"It seems that I have misunderstood Lord Bai's good intentions." Ying Ning did not expose the purpose of his test.
"I had intended to visit the Temple of the Three Continents in my spare time to pay my respects to my deceased friends."
"But I didn't expect it to take so long."
"I have been away from Naihe for thirty years without cause, which has probably caused the Palace Master a lot of trouble. I hope Lord Bai can put in a good word for me on behalf of the Palace Master."
The Temple of the Three Continents is the site of a great battle.
Bai Xie naturally did not believe Ying Ning's explanation.
“Granny Meng is quite old, I don’t think the Palace Master will mind.” Bai Xie said, glancing unconsciously at the wide sleeves of her misty ghost robe.
At the cuff, only two strangely shaped, dark-colored red spider lilies climbed upwards, their ends resembling phoenix tails.
Beneath the misty, ghostly robe, no skin or bones were visible.
His gaze lingered for a moment on that phoenix tail.
Bai Xie didn't know why he felt strange. He had heard that Meng Po had served in the underworld a thousand years ago, which, roughly speaking, should have been after the great war a thousand years ago.
Although Meng Po is a ghost messenger of the underworld, she is not directly related to the Underworld Palace and is only responsible for matters related to the Naihe Bridge.
Therefore, the two did not have much interaction.
Bai Xie suddenly realized that he seemed to have never known what Meng Po looked like.
Unexpectedly, Bai Xie then heard the order to urge the customer to leave:
"Lord Bai, is there still urgent business in Naihe?"
Bai Xie shook his head:
"Please ask the temple master tomorrow; he will surely help explain things to my mother-in-law."
"Then this old man thanks Lord Bai in advance."
Since Bai Xie didn't find anything strange at the moment, he naturally came and left quickly.
Before the ghost messengers could even recover, they saw the White Impermanence make a hand seal and leave the Bridge of Helplessness without a trace of regret.
The ghost messengers breathed a sigh of relief and began to busy themselves with matters of reincarnation.
With Bai Xie gone, the atmosphere quickly returned to normal.
Although Meng Po has a bad temper, being whipped a few times is still better than going to hell.
While the ghost messengers were still lost in their own thoughts, Bai Xie received another order from below.
"Lord Bai, that immortal lord has come to visit again," reported Que Shou, the leader of the ghost soldiers guarding the entrance to the underworld, cautiously.
Even standing on the edge of the underworld, Que Shou could feel the vast and boundless immortal aura emanating from that person.
Strangely, this immortal lord also possessed an extremely heavy aura of killing intent.
Que Shou has also met several immortals. Tell me, which one of them wasn't ethereal and full of compassion and the Great Dao?
It seems they would not stand idly by in matters concerning the three realms.
How could a celestial being possess such a heavy aura of slaughter?
The severity of the killing is comparable to that of a hungry ghost.
At this moment, Que Shou thought that in the past few hundred years, it seemed that no other immortal had ever visited the underworld; only this one immortal lord had.
The reason for this should be that several hundred years ago, all the sects in the immortal realm suffered a sudden and severe blow, and their foundations were greatly damaged.
Naturally, they wouldn't come to the underworld, a place unfavorable to the cultivation of immortals.
Although Que Shou was curious, he knew that the affairs of important figures were not something he could inquire about on his own.
After hearing the order, Bai Xie's crimson lips curved slightly. He naturally recalled an old incident in the Immortal Realm, and at this moment, he completely put aside his slight curiosity about Meng Po:
"The Immortal Lord is a distinguished guest of the Palace Master, please let him in."
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