Chapter 92 Yin Si Yan Luo

Liu Dashao meditated several times in his heart, and he probably understood the meaning of this bridge couplet. When he was alive, his grandfather warned him that he should accumulate virtue and do good deeds in life. Only after death can he cross the Naihe Bridge smoothly. If the wicked cross the bridge, he will 'bronze snake and iron dog will fight for food, and there is no way out to fall into the Nai River forever'! What Grandpa Liu said is true. It has been said that people's souls have to cross the Naihe Bridge after death. The good people have the protection of gods and Buddhas to cross the bridge smoothly, and the evil ones are beaten into the blood river pool and suffer. However, the bridge is divided into three floors (or three). The ghosts of the good can safely pass through the upper bridge. Half of the good and evil cross the middle bridge. The ghosts of the wicked cross the lower bridge, and are mostly stopped by ghosts in the dirty waves under the bridge and are bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs. Every year at the incense party, the incense guests scrambled to throw paper money or copper coins into the pool and sprinkled fried rice into the pool, thinking that it could be given to hungry ghosts. Many elderly incense guests like to walk from above, thinking that crossing this bridge can avoid the pain of going to the Naihe Bridge after death. It can be seen that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, some good men and women went to the front of the bridge to burn incense and paper, and gave money and things. They only asked for the Buddha to protect and cross the Naihe Bridge after death.

Everyone quietly looked at the Naihe Bridge. The gloomy silence enveloped around everyone. After a moment of hesitation, everyone finally let go of the Naihe Bridge.

A chill came to my forehead, but there was really a river of blood under the bridge. The smell came one after another. I guess if someone really fell down, it was not necessarily a villain. This smell was even worse than the cesspit that his mother had not been dug out for several years! The flashlight could only illuminate a range of more than ten meters in this large space. Liu Dashao walked to the center of the bridge, stopped and carefully looked under the bridge. The river flowing with blood could be faintly seen below.

Not long after, everyone walked down the Naihe Bridge smoothly and continued to walk. A stone platform appeared in front of them. Is this the Wangxiangtai? Fan Debiao said that he wanted to see if this thing could see our Sijiu Beijing City. When he came to the stone platform, he saw that it was a stone platform similar to a stage. Several little ghost reliefs were carved on the side of the stone platform simply and solemnly. Fan Debiao climbed up to the stone platform, got all the dust and scolded, "You are so fucking. It's dirty!"

Everyone laughed wildly and continued to walk inside. The building inside is full of shadows. It seems that many houses have been built. Because it is too far away, only vague outlines can be seen. Soon, a huge stone archway appeared in front of it, with four big characters written on it. Everyone has carefully identified it for a long time and has not developed any famous hall. This word is getting more and more familiar. I guess it's a taboo, such as: XX people welcome you! How about XX Station?

Going further, finely carved buildings appeared in front of everyone. The streets were staggered, but they were full of dead silence. In addition to the rendering of the bridge, Wangxiangtai and other things, everything here was so horrible. Not to mention people here, not even a mouse was seen again. In his throat, he was afraid that a fierce ghost would come out of the dark building to kill everyone.

Continuing to walk forward, the blue palace disappeared and was replaced by a huge cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, there is a kind of piercing coldness surging up from the bottom of the cliff with the gloomy wind. It feels like a huge freezer at the bottom of the cliff.

Jia Zhuangyuan said, "With such a big cloudy wind, we should pay attention to it when we go up to the steps. These hundreds of steps are suspended, and we don't know how to build them. Not to mention that thousands of years have passed, whether this step can bear the load or not, the wind under the cliff alone is enough for us to bear. Everyone must be careful!"

At this time, Liu Dashao said, "Elder Jia, it's better to go up first to touch the situation alone. Let's go up together. In case this step collapses or there are other emergencies, it will be troublesome."

Jia Zhuangyuan nodded and said, "Well, I'll sacrifice it and go first. If there is no problem, let's go there together."

With that, he carefully walked to the first step and tried to put his left foot up. After feeling no problem, he put his right foot on the second step. After slowly walking five or six steps. Jia Zhuangyuan felt that it was not a big problem and muttered, "It's really cold. It's so windy." Then let go and walk forward.

In less than two minutes, Jia Zhuangyuan walked nearly half of the steps. At this time, he was completely suspended on the steps. Jia Zhuangyuan himself was a little thin and weak. At this time, he was shaken by the strong yin wind at the bottom of the cliff. Everyone looked at the edge of the cliff with fear and beat in their hearts.

Fortunately, at this time, Jia Zhuangyuan bowed down and seemed to be crawling forward. Although the action looked a little funny, in such a state, this should be the best choice.

Everyone's eyes widened, raised their hearts to their throats, and looked nervously at Jia Zhuangyuan crawling slowly step by step on the steps. Fortunately, he finally approached the door of the temple. When he climbed up the last step and straightened up to wave to everyone, everyone's hearts finally fell back into their stomachs.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on the way to Jia Zhuangyuan's steps, everyone also stepped on the steps one by one and climbed to the temple at that end. With Jia Zhuangyuan's experience, everyone basically used their hands and feet to move forward. Although when they reached the middle of the steps, the strong wind at the bottom of the cliff did cause a certain danger to everyone. Fortunately, everyone successfully arrived at the temple without any danger.

When everyone arrived at the gate of the Yanluo Temple, the earliest Jia Zhuangyuan squatted in front of the gate of the Yanluo Temple and was meditated. Seeing that everyone was standing behind him, he came to his senses and pointed to the two beast heads sculptures in front of the door of the temple and said to everyone, "It's strange that this mythical beast guarding the temple is actually a wolf. Judging from the architectural style of this castle, and the two wolf head sculptures in front of the temple, I think this temple is like the temple of Mars Ares, the ancient Roman god of war. But, I wonder, what does this ghost city have to do with ancient Rome and Ares?

Everyone looked blankly at Jia Zhuangyuan, who was frowning and full of doubts. Liu Dashao suddenly said with some difficulty, "This 'nine heaven' may not be built by human beings in the first place. Don't imagine that the builder is an ordinary earthman like us, thinking of him as a person in a different world. It just makes a good explanation."

Jia Zhuangyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said to Liu Dashao with a smile, "Kid, I find you very interesting. Many things may really be as simple as you imagine and may really explain. You're right. This 'nine-nine heaven' is not human-powered in the first place.

Cai Qingchong said at this time, "Don't discuss it. In fact, these problems basically do not conflict with our tasks. We are not here to study the ninety-nine heavens. We enter the temple and find the passage to the last place, 'Inextremeless Taoist', which is the goal. The key to the task."

Everyone nodded. Jia Zhuangyuan stood in front of the door of the hall first and gently pressed the stone door of the Yanluo Hall with his hand. It was strange that the stone door of the temple slowly slid in without any obstacles under the press of Jia Zhuangyuan.