The three of them walked forward a few steps, and a tall door had already appeared in front of them.

Chu Yanqi stood in front of the tall stone gate - yes, this is a stone gate, made of huge stones. Standing in front of the stone gate, you can clearly feel the insignificance and humility of human beings.

On the stone gate, there are traces of swords and swords, and the ancient vicissitudes of time are coming to my face.

There are several big characters on the top of the stone gate, which are still bird seal script, which says - Ghost Pass.

Chu Yanqi frowned slightly, "The Gate of Hell?" He is still a living person, and he actually walked to the Gate of Hell."

"Master, what words are written on it?" Kunlun Nu recognized at a glance that this font was the same as the font on the stone tablet outside.

"Gate of Ghost." Chu Yanqi smiled bitterly, almost out of instinct. He asked, "Have you ever heard the legend about Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate?"

Luo Jinshe and Kunlun slaves met and shook their heads. They had never heard of any records about the Gate of Ghost.

Chu Yanqi looked at them and explained in a low voice: "I heard that after a person dies, his soul will be immortal. He enters the gate of hell, steps onto the path of the Yellow Spring, crosses the Naihe Bridge - enters the underworld. In the underworld, King Qin Guang is in charge of the cycle of life and death in the underworld, and judges whether he is guilty based on the various actions of a person in his previous life."

Chu Yanqi said here, and Luo Jinshe couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Well, master, I'm sorry..." Luo Jinshe also knew that he was very rude. After all, Chu Yanqi was also their master. It was wrong to mock the master like this.

"There is nothing to be sorry for!" Chu Yanqi smiled, "This is not what I said, but it has always been said to be like this."

"Master, if there is such a place after a person dies, you don't have to be afraid." Kunlun Nu pinched his fist and then said, "What kind of life and death are you in charge of reincarnation? I'm afraid you are also a cultivator. At that time, hum!"

As he said that, he raised his head proudly, which made Chu Yanqi laugh and cry in an instant. Think about it, in front of Alice, they all dared to be human, no, no, no, they are humans, without tails, it should be said that they are humans with chrysanthemums.

But after turning around, they began to show their vitality.

"I will work hard to practice." Kunlun Nu said.

Chu Yanqi nodded and was thinking about whether to start talking about this story.

"Master, since there is a judgment, will there be some punishment based on the depth of the crime?" Luo Jinshe asked curiously.

"It is said that yes!" Chu Yanqi said, "I heard that there are eighteen levels of hell in the underworld. The judge will judge what hell should go to after death based on the depth of human sin."

"I am the master of my life." Luo Jinshe took a deep breath and then said, "I only believe that strength is the most respectful and there is not enough power. How can he judge humanity like a god?"

Chu Yanqi smiled and nodded, "I also believe that I have the right to decide my life, so keep it for others."

Kunlun Nu was very curious and asked, "What if it is a sinless person?"

"It is said that you can go and reincarnate." Chu Yanqi said with a smile.

"Uh...so it becomes a cycle of life and death?" Kunlun Nu said, "This story is interesting, but I feel that this does not seem to be a hell statement, but a certain rule set by some great cultivators, doing good in life, enjoying blessings after death, or in other words, suffering in this life and enjoying happiness in the next life? Is that true?"

"Yeah!" Chu Yanqi nodded. This Kunlun slave named Guangchengzi was really clear at a glance, and immediately grasped the theme of the legend of hell.

"This statement is actually very negative." Luo Jinshe frowned, "If people are content with the status quo and think that the suffering they suffer is God's punishment, or in other words, various sins of their previous lives, then how can humans actively strive for progress?"

Chu Yanqi looked at Luo Jinshe. He was still a little impressed by this person who dared to be a great immortal cultivator with chrysanthemums in front of Alice. At least, he never gave up hope.

"Maybe, some gods just don't want people to have hope!" Chu Yanqi said, "In legend, there is a sentence written at the entrance of hell."

"What do you mean?" Kunlun Nu asked.

"Those who enter this gate will give up all hope." Chu Yanqi said.

"This hopeless life is nothing but life?" Kunlunnu shook his head and strided to walk at the door. At this time, he could not let Chu Yanqi, the master, walk in front of him.

Chu Yanqi was also curious, followed and stepped into the door. The surroundings were still dark, and there seemed to be a thin mist everywhere, which could not be removed.

"How should we go?" Luo Jinshe asked.

Chu Yanqi also wanted to know how they should go? Because it was not until this time that he realized how unreliable the map Alice gave him was. There was no reference nearby, and he couldn't even figure out where he was.

"Let's go forward!" Chu Yanqi said, then walked forward with great strides.

Luo Jinshe and Kunlun Nu were also busy following him. After about half an hour, Chu Yanqi suddenly stopped and said, "Listen—"

"It seems like there is a sound of water?" Luo Jinshe frowned.

"Yeah!" Kunlun Nu nodded.

Chu Yanqi remembered Alice's saying that there is a yellow spring here. The yellow spring is in the world, which represents the world of death. However, on the map Alice gave him, the yellow spring is a mountain spring.

"Where should I go?" Chu Yanqi asked, because although he could hear the sound of water, he could not tell which direction it was, so he had to ask these two people.

"Here!" Luo Jinshe pointed to the left and said.

"No, it should be here." Kunlun Nu said, "The sound of water is here.

"It's obviously here!" Luo Jinshe retorted immediately.

"Here!" Kunlun Nu said with certainty.

Chu Yanqi looked at them and suddenly wanted to go crazy. These two people were both immortal cultivators in the Infant Spirit Stage, so why was it so unreliable? Could it be that the prisoners and slaves who had been in the Fusang Secret Realm for many years, these two people had some problems with their brains and could not even hear the direction of the water sound. They simply called immortal cultivators in the Infant Spirit Stage.

wrong!

Chu Yanqi suddenly was shocked. These two people were indeed not as good as Alice's cultivation. When they met Alice's beautiful old monster, they could only become slaves of prisoners. However, these two people could not even hear the direction of the sound of water. There was only another mystery in this.

Spiritual pattern?

"Don't argue with you two!" Chu Yanqi said, "Luo Jinser, move it out to see if there is a spring water ahead? After confirming the direction, it's not too late for us to go."

"Okay!" Luo Jinshe said, ready to move.

"Wait!" Kunlunnu said, "I'm afraid it's impossible to move out like this and find the original path, so we have to move together."

Luo Jinshe immediately agreed that the place was so weird that it was covered with gray all around, as if twilight was coming to the earth. It was not dark, but it was definitely not light.

Kunlun slave used a small movement technique, and the three of them moved out together. Not long after, a turbid river appeared in front of them.

Chu Yanqi looked at the turbid river water that day and thought to himself, could this be the Yellow Spring? But shouldn't the Yellow Spring be a mountain spring? It's obviously a river, and it's a considerable large river. At least they stood here and couldn't see the other side.

"Master, there are no boats and oars in this river, and there are no bridges... It seems that they can only fly over." Luo Jinshe said.

"You try it, can you fly?" Chu Yanqi said.

Kunlun Nu looked cautious and frowned: "This place seems to restrict the use of spiritual power, and it is not easy to fly..."

"I think so," Chu Yanqi said, "I feel uncomfortable all over when I am here."

"If you can't fly, how can you go?" Luo Jinshe said, looking around. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, "Look, there is a stone tablet over there."

"Let's go over and take a look!" Chu Yanqi said, and as he said, he had already walked towards the stone tablet.

The stone tablet is very big, but compared with the stone gate entering this place, it seems to be small and insignificant. The shape of the stone tablet is somewhat similar to the Yongzhen stone tablet outside, but not exactly the same. There are three typings written on the stone tablet - Huangquandu.

"It's indeed the Yellow Spring Ferry here." Chu Yanqi said in his heart, but since there is the Yellow Spring Ferry, there should be boats to pass through, but there are vast mist on all sides of this place, so where are there boats?

While thinking, he couldn't help but turn around and walked towards the other side of the stone tablet. Sure enough, there were still handwriting behind the stone tablet, and it was still Chinese bird seal.

Chu Yanqi looked over and saw it, and after reading it, he not only frowned.

"Master, what is written on this stone tablet?" Kunlun Nu asked curiously.

"This place is called Huangquan Du, which is a ferry crossing." Chu Yanqi explained.

"Since it's a ferry, there should be boats to pass through?" Luo Jinshe asked.

Chu Yanqi glanced at him, didn't say anything, but stood at the ferry in a daze. After a long time, he sighed and said, "You guys back, I'll try..."

"Master, this is not very good. You say, let's do it." Kunlun Nu said. In fact, there was a sentence he kept holding back. The master's spiritual orifice was closed and there was no spiritual energy at all. What could he do? If you have something to do, it's better to do it yourself. If you succeed in one go, what if Chu Yanqi is messing around and causing trouble, what should you do?

"You're here?" Chu Yanqi laughed and said, "Yes, let's give it to you!" As he spoke, he had already taken out a small gong from Lan Li and handed it to Kunlun slave, "Just ring it."

"Just ring it?" Kunlunnu took the gong blankly. It was made of very ordinary brass. It was hollowed out on all sides and was carved with dense patterns. He just took a look and felt dizzy. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian. Literature registered members recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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