I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 330: Arriving at the City of Unjust Death, Lord of the Sea of Blood (4k)

"Meat buns"

The old woman on the covered boat had a bewildered look on her face. She was trying to recall, to trace back the past that had been forgotten for countless years. She was struggling and searching!

The result was nothing.

Time is too long.

Her cultivation, her realm, and her state of mind were simply not enough to allow her to maintain her self-identity over such a long period of time.

She is alive, but she is also dead—at least she was dead long ago.

Miss San and Zhong Kui looked at each other in bewilderment. They thought this scene was very strange. How could a servant from the human world know this great man who had crossed the underworld and experienced eternity? ?

It's incredible, but there seems to be a clue - the two of them have more or less come into contact with Daluo, and based on what the ferryman said, they have roughly guessed the truth at this moment.

The ferryman came from the human world, and perhaps he was not very old, but he was sent to the most ancient time by some unknown terrifying existence, and he went through all kinds of things.

Therefore, this servant, who also came from the human world, got to know the ferryman.

In other words, only then will you get to know the ferryman.

“So, I do have a past.”

The old woman on the ferry spoke in a low voice, her weathered face under the bamboo hat showing confusion and sighs. She said softly:

"You are my old friend."

"Old friend, do you need my help?"

The third young lady suddenly turned her head and stared at the servant who followed the fortune teller. She secretly sighed in her heart that the other party was really lucky!

Not only has he been appreciated by the Gua Immortal, but now he has also been favored by a great man at the [Divine] level. As long as this young man seizes this opportunity, he may have the possibility of soaring to the sky!

However, just as the third young lady was sighing.

Zhou Mu, who looked ordinary, shook his head and said softly:
"I am well now, and I lack nothing—but you."

After a while, he sighed and shook his head:
"I might be able to help you, but for various reasons, I can't help you now."

"The being who sent you to the most ancient place is probably a being above Daluo. Perhaps there are many eyes staring at you right now."

The old woman listened quietly to the words of the young man in front of her who seemed to be an old friend. She was very dull and her emotions were very weak - they had been worn away by the long years.

After a moment's pause,

The old woman on the ferry said slowly:
"Since you don't need my help, I will continue to ferry you. Downstream of the river, someone is calling out, praying, and requesting a boat to ferry you across the river."

Zhou Mu nodded and asked finally:
"Girl Ling, do you still remember who sent you to the oldest year?"

The ferryman pondered, shook his head, and then smiled:
"So, my name is Hua Ling, right?"

"Thank you."

She thanked him, then slowly rowed the boat away. The mist composed of endless Nine Netherworld insects enveloped her and the small boat, and disappeared at the end of the Yellow Springs River, without a trace.

How lonely it is.

The shore fell into dead silence.

"You..." The third young lady standing on the bridal sedan couldn't help herself and stared at the boy for the first time, sighing softly:

"You missed a great opportunity."

The old blind man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back, feeling very uncomfortable.

Zhou Mu, who was dressed in coarse linen, looked at the bride and smiled:
"Misfortunes are closely related to blessings, and blessings are closely related to misfortunes. In this world, all so-called opportunities have a price."

The Third Miss did not despise the other party just because he was a servant and lived in a superior position. She thought quietly for a moment:
"It sounds like it makes sense. No wonder Senior Guaxian brought you with him. It's just..."

She shook her head slightly, not knowing what she remembered, and sighed:
"You still haven't seen the scenery from above. People want to go higher, and if they want to climb up, they have to fight."

Zhou Mu frowned, did not answer, but lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

The third young lady was completely uninterested at the moment, and was still feeling sorry for Zhou Mu for wasting a great opportunity. After slightly bowing to the old blind man, she returned to the sedan chair.

Four little ghosts lifted the sedan chair and stepped forward. The two little ghosts in the front scattered paper money, and the two little ghosts at the back sang incomprehensible ghost songs.

The group set off again.

The journey was the same as usual, the bride sat in the sedan chair, Zhong Kui carried the iron pot and soup spoon, the old blind man traveled a thousand miles with one step, and the servant followed behind the old blind man, riding the wind.

"you"

The old blind man realized that he had used the wrong word, so he quickly changed it:

"You seem to be thinking about something?"

He asked Zhou Mu.

"Ah."

Zhou Mu nodded slightly:

"I'm thinking of a saying - there's no such thing as a free lunch. Just like what I just said, all those so-called opportunities have a price, and with good fortune comes misfortune."

He remembered a sentence he had heard in his previous life:

"All the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price."

Zhong Kui, who was carrying a large iron pot on his back, cast a curious look. Although he was down and out now, he had been the Great Judge for countless years after all, and was considered to be a "powerful and influential" person in the underworld. It was unknown how much he had seen and heard, and how many wronged souls and evil spirits he had sentenced.

Therefore, Zhong Kui was extremely perceptive - at this moment he realized that the relationship between this "master and servant" was a bit strange, not like that of a master and a servant.

something wrong.

He secretly kept an eye on it.

As for Zhou Mu.

At this moment, he did not talk to the old blind man anymore. He just hurried on his way silently and thought at the same time.

As he just said, misfortune often lurks in the shadow of blessing, but the problem is
I have come all the way from Quanjue City to the Ruins of Heaven, then to Tushita Palace and Yuxu Palace, and till now.

So smooth.

Everything went smoothly, even if there were some regrets, they were made up in a short time. I hardly suffered any big losses, and opportunities came one after another.
The Four Swords of Zhu Xian came easily, the Supreme Beings were also easy to deceive, and the three great seniors also helped him with all their might.

The reason is "revenge".

"Am I judging others by my own standards?" This thought popped up in Zhou Mu's mind.

He didn't continue to think deeply about it, but just kept it in mind silently.

………………

The city died in vain.

This city was originally created by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for the ghosts who died due to unforeseen disasters.

It is located adjacent to the Naihe Bridge and the Blood Basin of Suffering. The person originally in charge of the City of Wrongful Death was the King of Hell, the sixth of the Ten Hells - King Biancheng.

But later, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva became Ksitigarbha Buddha, and after the end of the world, the entire Nine Netherworld was in complete chaos.

The City of the Wrongly Dead is no longer a place for ghosts who died wrongfully to stay. Shen Tu, one of the Five Ghost Emperors, took over and built it into one of the largest ghost towns in the Nine Netherworlds.

There are innumerable demons, evil spirits, and fierce monsters living here. The gloomy energy covers the sky and it is eerie and terrifying.

At this moment, outside the city.

When a great emperor arrives, thousands of ghosts follow him, as well as countless "Nine Netherworlds" surrounded by thick yin energy.

This branch of the Nine Nether race migrated to the underworld in ancient times. They have multiplied and grown over the countless years, and even exceeded 100 million during their heyday.

Even after going through countless hardships, there are still hundreds of thousands of them now.

On the throne, an old man sat upright with a snow-white crescent moon on his forehead.

"Sir." The old ghost with white hair said softly, "We have arrived at the City of the Dead. I'm afraid the third young lady is still on the way."

The old man with a crescent moon on his forehead stared at the City of the Dead and at the half-shadow of a huge black bird in the sky above the City of the Dead.

He took a deep breath and came back to his senses:
"The City of the Dead."

The white-haired old ghost asked:

"Sir, do you really want to marry the Third Miss to Shen Tu?"

The old man lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment:
"These wandering souls and the Nine Netherworld people behind us must have a place to go. Relatively speaking, Shen Tu is the best, and..."

He once again cast his gaze towards the sky, towards the shadow of the half-black bird, and said softly:
"Only by getting close to Shen Tu can you get close to the black bird in the sky." The white-haired old ghost said in confusion:
"Xuan Niao, what's the use?"

"Have."

Bao Zheng, the former King of Hell, who once ruled the Wind and Thunder Hell, spoke in a low voice:
"I smelled the scent of 'that person' on Xuanniao. Xuanniao was the one who was sent back to Jiuyou."

"It can even be said that the Naihe Bridge was opened by 'that person'."

"Who?" A trace of confusion flashed across the white-haired old ghost's face: "Who are you talking about?"

Bao Zheng did not answer, but just glanced at the white-haired old ghost and changed the subject:
"Tell me, what is the current situation of the human world?"

The white-haired old ghost remained silent, and gently stroked the sword at his waist:

"The world is not purgatory, but it is worse than purgatory at this moment, right?"

Bao Zheng nodded slightly, with a trace of sadness flashing across his face:
"The world is over. It has become a demon world. The human race there will eventually be destroyed, but I, I want to find a way out for the human race."

He turned around and looked at the Nine Netherworld people whose eyes were filled with confusion, fear and hope, and said in a very deep voice:

"If it is really the one who opened the Naihe Bridge, we may be able to find traces of that existence through the black bird."

"Then, perhaps we can find a new place for the human race to live and preserve their bloodline."

The white-haired old ghost was even more confused:
"What exactly are you talking about?"

He suddenly stopped, with an incredible look on his face:

"She? No, Him??"

"Ah."

Bao Zheng nodded and said in a low voice:

"The Queen Mother of the Earth."

He took a few deep breaths:
"It seems that Hou Tu Niangniang was suppressed by the master of Tushita Palace, but she always has other differentiated bodies."

The white-haired old ghost became a little excited:

"You mean, Meng Po? Isn't it rumored that Meng Po is buried under the Netherworld?"

Bao Zheng smiled:
"That means that besides Meng Po, Hou Tu Niangniang has other differentiated bodies."

As he spoke, he gazed at the shadow of the black bird for the last time:

"I am very familiar with Hou Tu Niangniang and Meng Po. The remaining aura on Xuanniao came from them. The one who opened the Naihe Bridge can only be an incarnation of Hou Tu Niangniang. The aura is very weak, which means that the incarnation should be at the Daluo level."

The white-haired old ghost understood and looked back at the remaining Nine Netherworld people, saying sadly:
"With the human world gone, the human race can only survive in the underworld. Do you think the queen will help?"

"Yes, definitely."

Bao Zheng nodded vigorously:

"In fact, I roughly know who the incarnation of the queen is."

"Really?" The white-haired old ghost couldn't help but ask.

Bao Zheng just shook his head, his eyes sparkling:
"Don't say it, don't say it."

"We'll have to wait until that girl comes and sacrifice her."

"Contact the black bird and find the incarnation of the goddess. The human race may have a chance of survival!"

The white-haired old ghost nodded heavily.

Neither Bao Zheng nor the white-haired old ghost were great masters, so naturally they could not perceive the great changes in the world.
They don't know yet that the luck of the human race has already surpassed that of the demon race, and in the human world, it has become the "earth ruled by humans".

"Go into the city and meet Shen Tu."

Bao Zheng gave the order, and the whole team began to march towards the City of the Dead. The white-haired old ghost asked:
"Aren't you waiting for Miss Three?"

"No, she went to the City of the Dead and stayed there for a while, then she would naturally go to see Shen Tu." Bao Zheng closed his eyes:
"Give her a little freedom. I will wait for her outside the city gate. She can only follow me to see Shen Tu."

The white-haired old ghost opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

The long line of people began to enter the City of the Dead.

………………

Time passes little by little.

From the Yellow Springs River to the City of the Dead was not too far, but the sedan took a full half month to travel this short distance.

half a month later.

"We have arrived at the City of the Dead."

The third young lady poked her head out of the sedan chair and stared at the city. Her heart was pounding. She knew what she was about to face, but she could not escape.

The old blind man stopped and followed him. Zhou Mu, who was like a servant, did not pay attention to the so-called City of Wrongful Death.
His eyes were fixed on the black bird on the city wall.

"Sister."

Zhou Mu whispered in his heart, raised his eyelids slightly, and a ray of candlelight flashed in his dark eyes.

He was staring at his elder sister. He traced the cause and effect and the past from her, and was looking for the whereabouts of the mysterious Daluo.

The threads of cause and effect are intertwined, and the figure of the mysterious Daluo appears and disappears, within the years and beyond the years.

It can only be determined that it is a human being, and that his origin is very great, but Zhou Mu has no idea who it is.

"Let's enter the city." The third lady retracted her head back into the sedan chair, and a cold voice came out.

The little devil carried the sedan forward, and Zhong Kui followed silently.
As for the old blind man, he turned his gaze to the servant beside him, as if asking a question.

Zhou Mu came back to his senses, the candlelight of the Yuxu glass lamp in his eyes dissipated, he nodded slightly and whispered quietly.

The old blind man listened attentively. After a while, he caught up with the sedan chair and said to the people in it:

"Miss Third, are you going to go directly to see the Eastern Ghost Emperor?"

The sedan chair paused slightly, and a voice came from inside:

"What does Senior Guaxian mean?"

The old blind man pondered for a moment, and then said according to Zhou Mu's voice transmission:

"When the Third Miss goes to meet the Ghost Emperor, I may be able to accompany her if possible."

The third young lady was stunned, and then replied:

"Of course, but Senior Guaxian, the Ghost Emperor Shentu has a violent temper and is moody. I'm worried that you might..."

The old blind man just smiled and shook his head:

"I am related to the Holy Land, Shen Tu will not embarrass me, and if I remember correctly..."

He touched the black cloth covering his eyes and said:

"It's Ghost Festival soon, right? Every Ghost Festival, the lord guarding outside the Holy Land and in the sea of blood will patrol the Nine Netherworlds on behalf of the Holy Land."

"According to past practice, the first stop of the Lord of the Sea of Blood when inspecting the Nine Netherworlds is usually the City of the Wrongly Dead - not to mention, the City of the Wrongly Dead has something extra now."

The old blind man pointed at the half black bird on the Wrongful Death City.

Behind him, Zhou Mu raised his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

The Lord of the Sea of Blood who guards the entrance to the holy land?

It's quite interesting, worth seeing - Zhou Mu still doesn't understand why the Lord of the Sea of Blood inexplicably went to guard the Ultimate Ancient Land?

If I remember correctly, he was a [powerful master], [the oldest one], and the ancestor of the [Ashura clan] in the six realms of reincarnation, right?
What have my bloodline descendants done over these long years?
Zhou Mu withdrew his gaze from the black bird and lowered his eyelids.

The owner of the City of the Dead should also be changed.

And before that.

Zhou Mu's mind turned and he made a decision.

I have to go to the "past" again to look for Senior Yuanshi.

some things,

He wants to verify it.

(End of this chapter)