Chapter 151: The Golden Light of Merit Descends From the Sky, and the Saint Personally Invites You (Please Subscribe)

"So you are the disciple of the Saint Taiqing. Meng Xiang is sorry for the insolence."

Meng Xiang said with some respect, "With the help of the immortal, I feel that this time I will definitely succeed!"

Yang Ling smiled slightly, "In that case, let's get started."

Meng Xiang nodded, and after the blood-colored water of the Forget River in the pot boiled, she put the forget-me-not grass and the red spider lily in her hand, as well as several other herbs into the pot.

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When the medicinal materials entered the water, a strange fragrance spread out, and even the surrounding gloomy wind seemed to be dispelled by this fragrance.

As time went by, the water in the copper pot gradually boiled, and the essence of the medicinal materials began to slowly blend into the water. The color changed from the initial clearness to a light green, exuding a breath that makes people calm.

Meng Xiang observed the changes in the pot with full concentration, stirring it with a long-handled wooden spoon from time to time, while muttering something in her mouth, as if she was performing some kind of witchcraft of the Wu clan.

The Wu clan was originally born with the evil spirits between heaven and earth. They were born without a soul, and all their racial talents were added to their bodies.

Not only are they extremely powerful and powerful, but they are also naturally friendly to various elements such as the five elements, yin and yang, and can control gold, wood, water, fire, etc. without practicing.

As they grow older and continue to hone themselves, their physical bodies will become stronger and stronger, and the external forces they can control will become greater and greater.

This magical ability to control external forces is called witchcraft.

While Yang Ling controlled the temperature of the flame, he covered the surroundings with his divine thoughts to prevent any uninvited guests from disturbing Meng Xiang.

Time passed bit by bit, and as the soup in the pot became thicker and thicker, the expression on Meng Xiang's face became more and more solemn.

Every detail in the whole process is crucial. If there is a slight mistake, it may fail.

At this moment, the medicine in the copper pot suddenly changed. The originally emerald green liquid suddenly showed a faint golden luster, and the fragrance became more intense.

Seeing this, Meng Xiang waved her hand quickly, "It's like this now, put out the fire quickly, don't let this pot of medicine dry up!"

Yang Ling put away the flames as he said, and asked with a smile: "Is it ready now?"

"It should be like this..." Meng Xiang nodded, and added excitedly: "The amount of Wangchuan Water, Forget Worry Grass and Bianhua is according to my imagination, but it has been difficult to form the elixir before, and now it is just right to boil it into soup!

I believe this pot of medicine will succeed!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly and asked: "What are you going to do next?"

Meng Xiang took a deep breath, calmed down her excitement, and then said seriously: "I will take this pot of medicine back to Fengdu and find some dead souls to try the effect.

If it really works, I will present it to Hou Tu Niangniang!

At that time, this kind of medicine can be promoted in the netherworld to help more dead souls eliminate their memories."

Yang Ling nodded and agreed with her decision.

He knew in his heart that if this pot of medicine could really achieve the effect she said, it would have a far-reaching impact on the entire Netherworld, and even the Three Realms and Six Paths.

"If you need my help, just ask." Yang Ling said sincerely.

Meng Xiang looked at him gratefully and said happily: "Thank you for your kindness, then please go to Fengdu with me first.

It just so happens that there are many foreign immortals in Fengdu now, all waiting for the Huangquan Secret Realm to open, and then the immortal can go with them."

Yang Ling thought for a while and nodded, "That's good."

According to Meng Xiang, Fengdu is located in Luofeng Mountain, the center of the ninth level of the underworld.

This mountain is about 2,600 miles high and 30,000 miles in circumference. It is the highest and largest mountain in the entire Netherworld.

From the first level of the underworld to the ninth level of the underworld, you need to cross nine great worlds. It sounds troublesome, but in fact they just need to keep going along the Wangchuan River.

The turbid water of the Wangchuan River flows endlessly. It originates from the human world, spans across the eighteen netherworlds, and finally merges into the netherworld blood sea. It is the most magical river in the prehistoric world.

The two stepped on the auspicious clouds and went downstream.

The auspicious clouds floated above the banks of the Wangchuan River, and shuttled through the worlds one after another with the rushing water.

The Wangchuan River was mighty, and the scenery on both sides of the river was always desolate and cold. Except for the dead souls that could be seen everywhere, there were few living creatures.

After a period of flight, Yang Ling and Meng Xiang finally arrived at the ninth netherworld.

Soon, he saw a stone bridge spanning the Wangchuan River, which was only nine feet wide, with carved stone railings on both sides, and the bridge deck was slightly curved and paved with bluestone.

Many dead souls walked here in a daze, and they would arrange themselves according to the left yin and right yang, and walk slowly across the bridge in an orderly manner.

This bridge is the Naihe Bridge.

According to legend, this is the place where reincarnation must be passed.

On the other side of the river stands a majestic and towering mountain, and at the foot of the mountain sits a gloomy black city.

This black city is Fengdu!

The grass and trees in the city are all born with evil and vicious energy, and they are shaped like swords and knives. Any dead soul that touches them will be terrified!

There are rough and simple stone houses in this Fengdu city. According to Meng Xiang, those stone houses are the residences of their witch clan.

Hearing this, Yang Ling, who was looking for the Ox-Head and Horse-Face all the way, completely gave up this idea.

Obviously, this underworld is not the underworld he remembered.

Although the place is still the same, the people in charge are not the Ox-Headed Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, Meng Po Judge, Ten Kings of Hell, etc., but some burly and rough-looking Wu Clan warriors.

Yang Ling saw many Wu Clan warriors driving away the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge. They were holding whips, and they were fierce and ferocious, with impatience written on their faces.

If a dead soul blocked their way, they would whip the other party with whips and cry for their parents.

Apart from that, they would not care about other things. Everything depends on the mysterious power in the underworld to guide the dead souls to reincarnate on their own.

Even if a dead soul accidentally fell into the Wangchuan River and was bitten by the copper snakes and iron dogs and screamed continuously, the Wu Clan guards turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

When they saw a shining auspicious cloud floating over, several Wu Clan warriors on the Naihe Bridge raised their eyes in unison, and their eyes were full of murderous aura.

The Wu clan was born with the evil spirits between heaven and earth, and their nature is to be brave and aggressive. Even if they are forced to hide in the netherworld, their aggressive temperament has not changed at all.

"Who is so bold as to dare to trespass into the netherworld!"

A Wu clan man with a strong body, thick waist, rough face, holding a steel fork in his left hand and a chain in his right hand shouted in a rough voice.

Looking at the posture, it seems that if he answers slowly, he will directly hit the steel fork in his hand.

"Uncle Shi, don't mess around, it's me!"

Meng Xiang obviously also knows the temper of her clan members, and hurriedly said: "The one next to me is the direct disciple of the Taiqing Saint of the Human Cult, the Immortal Yang Ling!"

"Human Cult?"

"Yang Ling?"

The Wu clan warriors on the Naihe Bridge looked at each other, and the evil spirit in their eyes quickly dissipated.

"When did the saint of the human sect accept disciples again?"

"Who cares... Anyway, he is someone we can't afford to offend, so just let him pass."

"Not charging bridge tolls?"

"What the hell? If you are not afraid of death, go ahead and collect it! Besides, Xiang brought the person here!"

"Forget it, let's wait for the immortals and gods who come to search for treasures."

Several Wu clan warriors did not understand the method of Yuanshen sound transmission, and they were discussing in a low voice there, but with Yang Ling's Taoism, it was really hard not to hear clearly.

As the auspicious cloud approached, Meng Xiang seemed to have heard something, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face. She hurriedly explained:

"The Netherworld is too barren, so the tribesmen can only find ways to get some earthly things from the immortals and gods passing by, mostly some wine and meat utensils..."

"Understand, understand."

Yang Ling smiled and nodded.

Although he did not see it with his own eyes, he could fully imagine what kind of hard life these Wu clans lived in the Netherworld.

At this time, the burly man whom Meng Xiang called Uncle Shi clasped his fists and said, "I wonder what business this Taoist friend of the Human Cult has brought you to my underworld?

If you are here to pay your respects to my queen, please wait here for a while while I pass the message on... Not here to pay your respects to my queen? Oh, then please do as you please."

Yang Ling's face was slightly strange.

So polite?

This is not quite the same as the Wu Clan warriors he had in mind!

But since they had made way, he naturally wouldn't make any more trouble.

He nodded to several Wu Clan warriors, thanked them naturally, and then floated over the Naihe Bridge on a cloud.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, Yang Ling's eyes were attracted by the scene ahead.

Six dark whirlpools were quietly suspended in the air, each of which exuded a heart-pounding suction force, as if even the coldness in the air was swallowed by them.

These whirlpools were undoubtedly the entrance to the six reincarnations.

Next to these whirlpools, a well-built, slender-limbed Wu clan woman was carrying a bucket of Wangchuan water and holding a wooden spoon in her hand, forcibly feeding a spoonful of Wangchuan water to the passing souls.

After the souls drank the Wangchuan water, the expressions on their faces quickly became blank, and all their memories seemed to disappear with the spoonful of water.

However, some souls had deep memories, and it was difficult to forget them even after drinking Wangchuan water.

Just a moment later, Yang Ling saw a soul drinking Wangchuan water, and still muttering in his mouth: "There are three jars of big money hidden under the willow tree at the entrance of the village... There are three jars of big money hidden under the willow tree at the entrance of the village..."

After muttering a few times, he was grabbed by another Wu clan man next to him and thrown directly into one of the six whirlpools.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiang sighed and said, "What a poor guy. Even if he remembered the money he hid before his death, he will be reincarnated as an animal in the next life."

"..."

Yang Ling was speechless, with a lot of complaints but nowhere to vent.

He looked at the witch man at the entrance of the six reincarnations. This guy's task was simple and cruel. He was only responsible for throwing the dead souls who drank the water of Wangchuan into the reincarnation.

Yang Ling watched for a long time and found a pattern.

The dead souls thrown into the three whirlpools below are the most, while the dead souls thrown into the three whirlpools above are very few.

After asking Meng Xiang, Yang Ling learned.

The three whirlpools above represent the heavenly way, the mortal way, and the Shura way, which are the upper three of the six ways.

The three whirlpools below represent the evil ghost way, the animal way, and the hell way, which are the lower three of the six ways.

The vast majority of the dead souls were thrown into the animal realm, and a small number were thrown into the mortal realm. The one who decided the fate of these dead souls in the next life was the big man from the witch clan.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have no reference and relied entirely on his own will to decide which path these dead souls should invest in.

After the dead souls lost their memory, they were like walking zombies, without any ability to resist, and could only let the big man throw them into the whirlpool at will and start a new reincarnation journey.

As for whether the next life will be human or animal, male or female, poor or rich... everything depends on luck!

In other words, it all depends on the mood of the big man from the Wu clan.

This feeling made Yang Ling very uncomfortable.

Compared with before, he prefers the method of "good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil" to determine the situation of reincarnation.

At this time, Meng Xiang carefully walked up to the witch girl, holding the pot of soup that exuded a faint aroma.

"Mother!"

She placed the decoction in front of the woman, her eyes full of expectation and confidence: "Mother, this is the Wangyou decoction I developed. It is more effective than Wangchuan water. It can make the deceased soul completely let go and no longer worry about the past life. Haunted by memory.”

The Wu Clan woman glanced at the copper pot in front of her, frowned, and said displeasedly: "The water of Wangchuan River has been the law of the underworld since ancient times, how can this Wangyou Soup beat it?

Don't mess around anymore! "

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Meng Xiang rolled her eyes, pointed to Yang Ling next to her, and said with a smile: "This Wangyou Soup was made by the Immortal who personally taught me to improve it, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Mother, please let me try it. "

When the Wu Clan woman heard the words "Human Cult Immortal", her expression suddenly changed. She looked at Yang Ling up and down a few times, and seeing that he looked calm and didn't seem to be lying, she nodded and agreed: "In that case, let's try Give it a try.”

Meng Xiang was so happy that she quickly put the soup aside and waited for the opportunity.

Not long after, a dead soul drank the Wangchuan water, but still burst into tears and said with choked sobs: "I can't forget her, that smile, that tenderness... I want to go back... I don't want to be reincarnated... "

Upon seeing this, Meng Xiang immediately stepped forward, picked up a wooden spoon and scooped up a spoonful of Wangyou soup. Regardless of the situation, she poured it directly into the mouth of the deceased soul.

As the decoction entered the mouth, the eyes of the dead soul quickly became calm, and the pained expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of light relief.

Apparently, he had forgotten everything.

"It's done!"

When Meng Xiang saw this, an excited smile suddenly appeared on her face, and the Wu woman was also surprised. She didn't expect that the Wangyou soup was actually more effective than Wangchuan water.

At this moment, a burst of heavenly music suddenly sounded in the sky.

Immediately, a golden light fell from the sky and shone on the banks of the Wangchuan River.

In the sky, golden light overflowed; on the ground, golden lotuses were in full bloom.

An auspicious aura lingered in the air, and the entire Netherworld was enveloped in this sudden peaceful atmosphere.

Everyone looked up and saw that the golden light of merit slowly split into two, and the thick one fell directly on Meng Xiang's body. Circles of golden halo suddenly appeared around her body, looking solemn and sacred. .

And a small ray fell on Yang Ling's body, and his whole body was also wrapped in a faint golden light. Although it was not as dazzling as the light on Meng Xiang's body, it still looked extraordinary.

At the same time, a loud female voice sounded, as if coming from the nine heavens, clear and distant.

"Senior nephew Yang Ling, if you have time, you can come to Pingxin Hall to see me."