Chapter 164 The Ferryman of the Yellow Spring

The stone tablet is very ordinary, with only a short section exposed on the ground, about three feet long, and it is sky blue. Judging from the composition, it seems to be made of extremely common marble. It is really ordinary and cannot be more ordinary. Almost no one will take a look at the roadside outside.

However, the three ancient characters written in blood on the monument are very unusual, as if they contain strange magic power, just like the most dazzling light, which can easily penetrate people's hearts and penetrate the deepest part of people's hearts.

Ling Tian felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he stood there blankly, his mood could not be calm for a long time.

Soon, something even more terrible happened.

A buzzing sound came from his sea of ​​consciousness. It seemed that a holy bell was ringing deep in his heart. The bell sounded cleansed his thoughts, and many memories drifted away, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

This time, he forgot his childhood. He couldn't remember anything that happened in Qingshan City, and there was no such thing as the city in his memory.

Ling Tian couldn't believe what was happening at this moment. He hugged his head and shook it hard. Some important things in his heart were gone, but he just couldn't remember what was happening. This feeling was very painful.

Ling Tian had a vague premonition in his heart, and he might be really dead. He was forgetting what he had experienced before, and it would not take long for him to even forget his self-consciousness. By then, he would be completely isolated from this world.

After being silent for a long time, Ling Tian walked to the stone tablet and squatted down. He stared at the three blood-stained ancient handwritings in front of him, and then stretched out his hands to rub it back and forth.

Suddenly, his head hurts, and a large number of memories disappear. After the sea of ​​Nine Consciousnesses rupture, problems frequently occurred in his mind, and he was now merging together.

Ling Tian was helpless, but he was powerless and could only watch silently. He forgot many things and had too many memories blurred.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew on the calm river surface, and the water waves rippled, and layers of ripples were washed over. Ling Tian was startled and looked up, and saw a black figure quietly appearing in the hazy fog in the distance.

This is a ferryman who can't see his appearance clearly. He is wrapped in a black cloak. He drives a small boat and holds a bamboo pole, and slowly drives out of the fog.

He stopped in front of the ferry and spoke calmly: "Go on the boat."

“Where to go?”

Ling Tian asked, and he walked forward and looked at the boat in surprise. He was surprised to find that the bottom of the Ye Xiaozhou was actually empty.

"Go to where you should go."

The ferryman replied, his voice was a little unnatural, not like the sound made by a living creature.

Ling Tian seriously suspected that the ferryman in front of him was a ghost. He looked at the ferryman up and down, and the other party held a bamboo pole in his hand and was covered with a black cloak, but the cloak was empty and there was nothing.

Ling Tian couldn't believe it, was this a cloak ferrying people on a boat?

"I don't believe that I'm really dead. Where are you going to take me? If you don't explain clearly, I can't get on the boat."

Ling Tian spoke with a tough attitude.

"Why are people always so obsessed with it?"

The ferryman shook his head slightly and said to Ling Tian: "Didn't you already see the stone tablet? The road you came here is called Huangquan Road, and this river is called Huangquan River. There is a platform on the other side of the river called Wangxiangtai. After I will take you there later, you can go to Wangxiangtai and take a sip of the water of the Huangquan River and go to reincarnate."

Ling Tian was in a daze and felt like he was dreaming: "Am I really dead?"

"But why does it feel like the process is a little different?"

Ling Tian frowned. There seemed to be some legends about the underworld in his memory, but the actual process was different. I don’t know what happened.

"Is there a stone bridge called Naihe Bridge in the underworld? Why didn't I see it?"

The ferryman explained: "There are many Huangquan Road, and only the main road can lead to the Naihe Bridge. You are abnormally dying and are not led by the Reincarnation Avenue, so I can only take you to the other side."

"What kind of death is called abnormal death?"

Ling Tian asked. At this time, behind him, a thick fog covered the sky and the earth surrounded him, and some of the tall buildings and palaces that could have been seen before had disappeared into the mist.

The ferryman casts a spell and takes Ling Tian onto the boat with a casual move. While he is raising the boat, he speaks: "The life span of all heavens, all living things, and all living things is arranged in a dark way, and no one can change it. The so-called end of life refers to normal death at the end of life span. All deaths other than this are abnormal deaths, and we need to take them away."

"Dying to the end?" Ling Tian murmured in secret. The number of creatures in the heavens and the worlds is vast, and there are probably very few who can truly die to the end.

He asked, "You just said to you, are you more than the ferryman? Also, it is normal to die only after a normal life. Isn't the requirement too high?"

"Of course it's not just me? The people who die every day in the heavens and all realms are more gravel than the bottom of the Yellow Spring River. How could I be led by myself?" The ferryman shook his head and continued, "You think the requirement of a dead end is very high? In fact, there is a saying here. As the saying goes, people are doing it, and God is watching. Every word and action of each of us is not absolutely confidential. Many times, things that you think are unaware of are actually seen by God. In this world, no one can hide things from heaven. It's not that the time has not come. Our words and actions will bring us corresponding good and bad luck, which will cause us to increase or decrease in life. You think some people die because they are killed. In fact, it's not that they have reached their end. They must have such a disaster. Such a person can be considered to have a dead end and can pass the Naihe Bridge."

"I see."

Ling Tian nodded and said, "In that case, does it mean that as long as you do one good every day, no matter whether the good deeds are big or small, it will bring blessings and increase your life span?"

"Yes, but not all."

The ferryman said, "Practicing good deeds every day may not bring blessings, nor may it increase your life span. Haven't you heard that a good person will not live long?"

"Then why is this?"

Ling Tian was a little stunned. Could it be that doing good deeds can bring bad luck and reduce his life span? He asked humbly.

"This involves cause and effect, and it is related to past and present life and future."

Speaking of this, the ferryman seemed to think of something, and his tone was quite regretful. He said, "The suffering suffered in this life may be to repay the sins of the previous life, or to accumulate blessings in the next life. There are many possibilities here, and it cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."
Chapter completed!