Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

The ding-dong-dong reminder sound of completing the task is more pleasant to the ears than the fairy music that costs two hundred thousand in the mall.

There was no time to check. The scene was getting bigger and he needed to be alert even though he was only maintaining the dream magic of a dozen people.

After all, there are many smart people there.

The illusion continues.

Following the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons, they kept walking forward. The vast fog always filled the surroundings. Everyone was worried and uneasy, but they did not dare to ask.

Perhaps it was because of gradual adaptation that everyone was able to see some things through the fog.

There were flashing black shadows, strange plants that preyed on humans, not to mention the blood, flesh and bones scattered everywhere.

In short, the timid ones became more and more desperate as they walked. Wang Fu stepped over a skeleton and quietly reached out to pick the leaves of the flowers in front of her that looked like a big mouth.

The leaves were serrated and very sharp. A slight scratch on the hand would cause bleeding in an instant. Wang Fu pursed her lips and put the leaves into her sleeve, then raised her eyes to look at the emperor - Li Yue was trying to step on a horse hair from the horse's hoof.

The timid man turned pale, obviously frightened.

Others are like Wang Fu and some are like the great man.

Suddenly, the Bull Head began to buzz, "Son of Heaven, look--" and pointed to a group of buildings with vaguely majestic outlines.

As we got closer, the fog gradually dissipated and the scenery in front of us suddenly became clear. The palace building that looked extremely magnificent from a distance was now only in ruins!

The horse-faced man said meaningfully, "That was the underworld dynasty before the Jin Dynasty."

"Qi Dynasty."

Li Yue's lips moved slightly, but his heart was actually in turmoil.

The Great Jin Dynasty replaced the Great Qi Dynasty's political system, and the two can be said to have an irreconcilable feud.

Of course, Da Qi hates more, after all, their Li family is the winner.

Horse-faced man answered:

“I still remember when the new dynasty came to power in the human world, this place collapsed. Even though the emperors and ministers of the underworld of the Great Qi tried their best to save it, it was all in vain.

In the first few years, there were still some people who held on, but gradually they all passed away."

Li Yue thought that he could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed, but at this moment his heart was in turmoil and he couldn't help asking about related matters.

The two gods only said that the people were uneasy when the Qi Dynasty was in power. There was no wise ruler or virtuous minister in the entire dynasty, which led to insufficient merit and caused such a tragic outcome.

Furthermore, Qi Chao had been in the underworld for many years without finding any support.

If the monarch and his ministers lose their national fortune in the human world, they will not even be able to practice ghost cultivation, and can only end up like this.

"With a failed precedent in front of us, will the people of Dajin be more obedient to the host?"

asked.

"uh-huh"

Ling Xiao answered nonchalantly.

The host's PUA target has grown from a single person to the entire dynasty. The system is more and more impressed, and then feels honored.

The host is quite nice to me!

As they moved further and further away from the previous underworld dynasty, the team fell into silence.

Knowing that the Underworld Dynasty was no longer foolproof, inexplicable emotions surged in their hearts, and Li Yue silently pondered what he should do.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure appeared...

Wang Fu couldn’t help but look back again. This experience was so magnificent, even more splendid than her entire twenty-two years of life!

If you were a mortal, you would have to spend your entire life rolling around in the mundane world!

………………

Not long after, they completely walked out of the foggy area, and before their eyes appeared a rushing river, so mighty and majestic that every wave was accompanied by the force of thunder.

As the water surged, you could see human figures struggling in it, and they seemed countless at a glance!

"Ah, is someone drowning?" The big man, whose name has not yet been revealed, clutched his sleeves and asked nervously.

How could so many people drown together? Besides, they were in the underworld, so how could there be so many "people"?

Wang Fu chuckled at first, then thought that this man was quite kind.

Sure enough, the Horse-Faced Demon explained, "This is the Wangchuan River. Souls with too deep obsessions cannot cross the Wangchuan River. They can only wash away their obsessions in the river until they forget."

"No wonder it's called Wangchuan," Wang Fu murmured. As a woman, she always pays attention to something different. "Why don't these souls want to forget?"

Hearing her bold question, the emperor took a rare close look at Wang Fu.

The horse-faced horse was actually a little stunned, "Who knows? Humans are the most contradictory creatures in the Three Realms. Their life span is only a hundred years, but we will not have strong obsessions for tens of millions of years."

"There are victorious generals who refuse to forget their kings until their death, there are obsessions and hatred, there are mothers who cannot forget their children, and there is more affection and love."

Niutou scratched his head and replied honestly, "Yes, we brothers used to guard the Wangchuan River. We guarded the souls of this river every day, and each of us had a deep obsession."

"Fortunately it's my rotation." Two streams of white air spurted out of Niutou's nose, and he was very happy.

Ma Mian rolled his eyes at him, pointed ahead and said to the others, "It's still a long way to the next place, let me tell you some stories."

"Inside the Forgotten River..."

The story is sad and touching. It is about the inability to let go, the couple’s appointment, or the desire to see her again. It expresses all the sorrows of human beings.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Li Yue was an emperor with rich emotions.

Thinking of how deeply his queen and concubines loved him, he had to tell them to forget what they should forget and not to torture themselves!

The story that Wang Fu remembers most vividly is about a rich lady who disobeyed her parents and married a poor boy for love and dug wild vegetables for 18 years.

She thought her love moved heaven and earth, and in the end the poor boy became rich, and she died after only 18 days of wealth to make room for the new man.

The female ghost couldn't figure it out, so she floated in the Forgetful River for a long time, waiting for the poor boy to come down and ask him.

Haha, Wang Fu sneered. Since she dared to marry five times, she was destined not to abide by the damn rule of being faithful to one person.

Faced with such an idiot, Wang Fu could only say he deserved it.

Even after death, you still keep asking, asking, asking, asking to the end!

………………

As we talked and walked, we slowly saw a few bright red flowers appearing on the roadside. They were as red as spilled blood, with slender and graceful petals. Strangely, there were no leaves.

More and more flowers appeared, gradually spreading into a sea of ​​flowers.

Seeing everyone's curiosity, without waiting for them to ask, the Horse-Faced Guard pulled up a flower and said, "This is the red spider lily, also known as Lycoris radiata, which is most common on both sides of the Forgotten River."

Then he sighed and said, "Only Wangchuan can keep this flower alive. Please put it down..."

Hehe, everyone was a little embarrassed and took out flowers from their arms, sleeves, and even their belts and threw them down.

The big man looked at his Majesty in admiration - he threw flowers from various places without changing his expression, at least five!

You are worthy of being His Majesty, the big man thought with shame. I only hid one flower, and it was only when I saw others doing it that I suddenly realized it.

"This flower has a history. It was planted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. When the flower blooms, no leaves are visible, and when the leaves are lush, no flowers are visible. It embodies the beauty of Buddhist loneliness."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, it was great to catch another familiar name. The emperor memorized this name firmly in his little notebook.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a bridge finally appeared in front of us, crossing the Forgotten River!

There was an old woman on the bridge, hunched over, stirring the soup in the pot with a large spoon in her hand.