I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 329: Old Friend in the Underworld

Chapter 329: Old Friend in the Underworld
"The Nine Netherworld is divided into north and south. Zhongshan is in the south and Fengdu is in the north. The boundless Yellow Spring River is what divides the north and the south."

The little devil carried the bridal sedan, Zhong Kui carried the iron pot and soup ladle, and the old blind man walked beside the sedan and introduced them to the servant beside him.

"If you want to cross the Yellow Spring River, you must not fly across it - unless you are a Daluo who has attained enlightenment. The Yellow Spring is more dangerous than the Weak Water of the Heavenly River!"

The third young lady lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and looked curiously at the servant who was following the old blind man. She couldn't help asking:

"Senior Guaxian, is this the servant you found in the human world?"

The old blind man said slowly:

"Not a servant, not a servant, just a nice little fellow who is my follower. Actually, we are more like close friends regardless of age, close friends regardless of age."

As he said this, he felt a little guilty and glanced at the servant secretly.

Zhou Mu remained calm and asked with a simple and honest look:
"Since we can't fly over Huangquan, how can we cross it?"

Without waiting for the old blind man to speak, the third young lady answered first:
"Of course I'll ask for the ferryman."

As she spoke, she looked at Zhou Mu with curiosity - this was the first time she had seen a living person from the world of the living.

Unlike Zhong Kui, the third young lady was born after the end of the catastrophe. Since her birth, the Nine Netherworld and the human world have been completely separated.

"The ferryman?"

Zhou Mu seemed to be thinking about something and was about to ask a question, but the Third Miss stuck her head out of the small window on the side of the sedan and pointed forward.

"Well, that's it."

On the side, Zhong Kui warned:
"Guaxian, although you have not been away from Jiuyou for a long time, some changes have occurred during this period. For example, a while ago, a terrifying creature walked through Jiuyou from the human world, and there is also this ferryman."

"Oh?" The old blind man couldn't help but glance at Zhou Mu, then asked, "Is there something wrong with the ferryman?"

"Ah."

The one who spoke was the Third Miss. She nodded her head slightly, and the fairy gold bead curtains hanging from the phoenix crown collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

She said:

"The Yellow Springs Ferryman is not the same ferryman as before. He is now a mysterious and powerful being. Rumor has it that he is a top figure at the [Sacred] level!"

After a pause, the third young lady swallowed her saliva:

"No one knows why a saint would go to the underworld to ferry people. Maybe it's because he's in the mood, or maybe it's for some other reason. In short, be careful and don't offend him."

The old blind man glanced at Zhou Mu and curled his lips again. Sacred?
What a joke!
Although he was complaining in his heart, he still nodded and said solemnly:
"Yes, yes, I won't offend you."

As they were talking, the little ghost carried the bridal sedan and the group had already reached the Yellow Springs River.

Zhou Mu looked towards this Yellow Spring River. It was different from the Yellow Spring River that he had snatched from a certain Ghost Saint.
This real Yellow Spring River was much more terrifying. The river carried the remains of all the dead from ancient times to the present, and led to an unknown place. Zhou Mu looked along the river.
Suddenly, I seemed to see the return of time!!

The Ruins of Time is the mysterious place opened by the Deposed Emperor Jade Emperor. A trace of the fallen Daluo will escape into the Ruins of Time.
The mark returned, and Daluo revived. For example, Nezha came back from Guixu - well, Nezha has not yet fully come back to life and is still a dead thing.

Even said.

Zhou Mu actually saw the corpse of fellow Taoist Nezha and the remains of the fallen Ksitigarbha Buddha in the boundless Yellow Spring River, where time had returned to the abyss!
He put away his contemptuous attitude.

Standing on the bank of the Yellow Springs River, the four little ghosts carrying the bridal sedan knelt down. The third young lady opened the curtain and stood on the crossbar again, holding the incense burner in her hands with four burning incense sticks curling up from it.

Three incense sticks for gods and four for ghosts. Three incense sticks for worshipping gods and four incense sticks for worshipping ghosts.

Zhong Kui, who was smelling of rot and decay, and wearing a tattered judge's robe, sprinkled the red spider lilies he had picked earlier into the Yellow Spring River.
The third young lady began to chant.

"The long river is fierce and the road is dangerous. I beg the river master to take me across the shore."

"The long river is fierce and its road is dangerous"

She chanted over and over without stopping, and her faint singing voice surged along the Yellow Springs River, both upstream and downstream.

Zhou Mu noticed that the four incense sticks in the incense burner began to burn fiercely.

Downstream.

In the hazy fog above the Yellow Spring, a shadow emerged. The fog gradually thickened and spread across the river, covering the entire sky.

“Here they come!” The Third Miss and Zhong Kui’s scalps tightened, the four little ghosts carrying the bridal sedan didn’t dare to breathe, and the old blind man’s expression became a little solemn, but only a little.

He looked at the 'servant' beside him for the umpteenth time.

"The river is long and fierce, and its path is dangerous. I have come here to ferry you across the river."

The singing came along with the fog.

In a medium-sized covered boat, an old woman was paddling on a cracked wooden oar, slowly and steadily going upstream.

The old woman couldn’t see the face clearly, but she could sense a very decadent aura—an aura that shouldn’t have appeared on such a creature.

After practicing in various realms, if one reaches the level of [True King], it can be considered as eternal life. The realm of True King with infinite lifespan can also be called [Golden Immortal].

The Golden Immortal is immortal.

But the old woman did not hide the vastness of the [Middle Thousand Worlds] in her body. It was obvious that she was a sacred being who was above the True King and had achieved the Taiyi Dao Fruit. It was even more impossible for her to die.
But the smell of twilight, decay and end is extremely strong.

The boat slowly stopped in front of everyone. The old woman wearing a bamboo hat raised her head slightly and spoke slowly:
"Four little ghosts, three powerful ones, and one mortal. Thirty-seven thousand Yin notes are needed to cross the river."

The third young lady quickly handed over the Yin banknotes, and the old woman slowly put them away, propping up the cracked wooden oars:
"Come aboard."

Her voice was very high-pitched, as if she was singing.

Four little devils carried the sedan chair onto the boat, followed closely by Zhong Kui, and then the old blind man.

But the 'boy' did not board the ship.

"Guaxian, your young friend?" Zhong Kui asked doubtfully. The old blind man's heart tightened and he looked towards Zhou Mu, and found that the great emperor was standing calmly, staring at the ferryman calmly.

The old woman raised her head again. Her face was shrouded in the shadow of the bamboo hat and could not be seen clearly, but her eyes were revealed.
Her eyes were cloudy.

The fog was spreading at this time, and the old blind man's scalp suddenly felt numb - he found that this was not fog, but the drops of "water vapor" that made up the fog were clearly insects!

Tiny, tiny insects from the depths of the Netherworld entangled and gathered together, turning into this fog that covered the sky and permeated the underworld!

"The person who crossed the river." The old woman said tremblingly: "Do we know each other?" She was very confused. She felt that this handsome mortal had a familiar feeling, a very faint sense of familiarity, as if they had lived together for countless years.

The old woman tried to reminisce, tried to remember, but failed - she was too old, and the years she had experienced were too long.

At this moment, on the shore.

Zhou Mu frowned slightly, staring at the ferryman who was clearly at a sacred level but was aging and decaying.
He spoke softly:
"What is your last name?"

"surname?"

The old woman was confused, then shook her head slowly:
"The surnames of the past cannot be traced back. I cannot remember them. I cannot imagine them. They are too long ago."

"When did you come to the underworld and the underworld?" Zhou Mu asked again.

The ferryman paddled the boat and began to think about this question for the first time. It took a long time, until the billions of Netherworld insects that made up the thick fog began to stir and the fog began to roll.
She then said:

"forget."

"I came to this dark and terrifying Netherworld a year ago - no, half a year ago, or maybe a month ago."

"I've been here for many, many years."

The ferryman's words were inconsistent and conflicting. He arrived in Jiuyou not long ago, but stayed in Jiuyou for many years.

The Third Miss and Zhong Kui were both a little confused at this moment. How brave this mortal was!

Zhong Kui felt something was wrong, and subconsciously looked at the old blind man and said softly:
"Senior Guaxian, this one?"

The old blind man stretched out a finger and placed it between his lips, signaling Zhong Kui to be quiet.

Zhou Mu, who was standing on the shore, continued to ask the ferryman on the boat:
"You said that you stayed in Jiuyou for many, many years - how many years exactly? How long was it?"

The ferryman adjusted the bamboo hat on his head, thinking, pondering, and reminiscing.

"I came to Jiuyou half a year ago."

She said slowly:

"I stayed in Jiuyou for a very long time."

"I have seen the Nine Netherworld filled with a sea of blood, and I have seen a giant tongue licking the sea of blood until it was dry."

"I once saw Zhulong perched on top of Zhongshan Mountain, overlooking the entire Jiuyou. At that time, he was the supreme ruler of Jiuyou."

"I have witnessed the birth of the Ultimate Ancient Land and the fall of the stone tablet with decrees and rules."

"I have seen the Emperor of Earth forge the Six Paths of Reincarnation and witnessed Him ascend to the position of the new Lord of the Nine Netherworlds."

"I once saw the King of Fengdu pass away like the wind, the Ten Kings of Hell fell from the clouds, and I saw the Nine Netherworld severed its connection with the human world and the heaven, and was closed from then on."

"I also saw a huge Ghost Gate standing, behind which was a Taoist palace with the words 'Yuxu Palace' written on it, and in front of the gate stood a golden bell."

"I saw myself. I saw my small, ignorant self coming to the Netherworld—half a year ago."

The ferryman spoke one sentence after another. She seemed to be in a daze and confused. She subconsciously recounted her past and then asked:
"Young man, aren't you going to get on board?"

Zhou Mu walked onto the boat in silence and stood behind the old blind man like a servant.

The ferryman began to row the boat. The Third Miss and Zhong Kui were trembling, with the ferryman's words echoing in their minds, and their breathing became rapid!

In the year when the blood sea covered the Nine Netherworld, the ultimate ancient land was born, Zhulong dominated the Nine Netherworld, and Huangdi became the new master of the Nine Netherworld.
This ferryman has lived from the most ancient times to the present day and has witnessed everything - but he only arrived in Jiuyou half a year ago.

what is the problem?

Why is this so?
Miss San and Zhong Kui were confused and couldn't figure it out. The old blind man, who had borrowed the power of time countless times and was relatively familiar with time and years, swallowed his saliva.

As for the mortal servant beside the old blind man.

The boy lowered his eyelids, probably understanding everything.

It is true that the ferryman is sacred - but it is only power.

She only had divine power, but no matching state of mind and cultivation. She had been sent across time to the most ancient years, and had gone through an infinitely long time, and three great eras.
But the ferryman did not have an immortal mind. Such a long period of time made her memory blurry. The endless time had worn away her mind and made her extremely decayed and old.
The ferryman began to row the boat, and while rowing across the river, he was thinking about Zhou Mu's question.

She said to herself:

"What's my last name?"

"Where am I from?"

"who am I?"

The servant raised his head, lifted his eyelids, and said softly:

"Your last name may be Hua."

"Really?" The ferryman was confused. A thick fog composed of countless Nine Netherworld insects surrounded her.

"My last name is Hua?"

The ferryman said to himself:

"I seem to remember."

"My name is Hua Ling?"

When the boat reached the other side, she put down the oars and spoke slowly and with difficulty:
"Guests, you may disembark now."