"Old girl, just make me a bowl of soup and drink it!"

The City God rowed a boat and came to a small island in the middle of the Forgetful River.

A white-haired old woman, holding a bowl of Mengpo soup, stood at the bridge of Wangchuan, and was drinking Mengpo soup for the ghosts.

Mengpo soup can cleanse memories of previous lives and erase all the remaining memories of ghosts.

Some ghosts are still wandering beside the Three Lives Stone, as if they are nostalgic for their former lovers and expressing infinite grief.

This small island in the Forget River, also known as Wangxiangtai, Goulian Wangchuan Bridge.

This is a ghost who misses the last place of longing for the world. After drinking Mengpo soup, seeing the Three Life Stone, and walking through Wangxiangtai, he will step onto the Forgetful River Bridge leading to the six paths of reincarnation.

"Old guy, I want to drink my soup, I'll exchange your life!" After saying that, Meng Po grinned, revealing two big sallow front teeth.

"I can't die. If you find a young girl to be your successor, those ghosts will be obedient!" shouted the City God.

Meng Po stood at the bridge, the City God stood on the boat, and the two gods started to fight from the air.

The work of extraditioning the dead soul is very boring and is the same every day. In fact, the City God and Meng Po are very familiar with each other, so they like to fight for a few words.

At this moment, a ghost took advantage of Meng Po's unpreparedness and stepped forward to bite Meng Po's arm.

The City God was very clear-headed and quick-handed, throwing out a whisk and knocking the ghost who intends to commit crimes down the Wangchuan River.

Zhang Tao was shocked to see that the City God had such skills.

Meng Po has long been used to it. If she is really bitten by a ghost, it is at best the force of a mosquito bite.

"Old guy, which god is on your boat?" Meng Po asked looking at Zhang Tao.

"Oh, you don't know this? Haha, he is the Land Lord, do you believe it?" the City God smiled.

Land Lord?

Meng Po frowned. She had performed her duties in Wangxiangtai for 80,000 years and had met two land gods, but had never seen such a young land god.

"You lied to me again? Do you think I'm in the underworld and have never seen the world? He is not the Land Lord, and there is no such young Land Lord in the world?" Meng Po didn't believe the words of the City God at all.

"I didn't believe it at first, but he was indeed sealed by Taibai Jinxing, and he also had a Land Public Token!" shouted the City God.

Zhang Tao shrugged. He knew that it was because of his "appearance problem" that the gods and immortals "judging people by their appearance". No one would believe that they were a land god.

What can we do? Their concept must be broken.

"Hello Meng Po, I am really the Land Lord. I'm so lucky to meet you here today!" After Zhang Tao finished speaking, he shook the Land God's "Escape Technique" token in his hand.

With the token as a testimony, Meng Po would have to believe it even if she didn't believe it.

"It may be a good thing to change a young god to become a landlord. Old things, we will be old antiques in tens of thousands of years!" Meng Po sighed when he saw the young Zhang Tao.

God will grow old and will not be eternal.

These gods who have been working in the underworld all year round have probably put life and death aside.

"Meng Po, this old girl, has a good personality. When you come to the underworld in the future, you can chat with her. She likes to chat, especially the young and energetic god..." The City God turned his head and said to Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao nodded silently.

Meng Po has been serving the ghosts for tens of thousands of years, and she has been working hard, diligent and conscientious in the underworld.

Just because of this persistent spirit, Zhang Tao deserves to be respected.

While she stayed in a land temple that was rarely visited, she couldn't stay for two hours a day. Meng Po's persistence made Zhang Tao feel ashamed.

"Okay, okay, we should go to the Hall of Hell!"

The City God and the Land God Zhang Tao waved their hands at Meng Po and continued to sail towards the Forget River in front of them.

The section of Wangchuan River after Wangxiangtai is usually called Houhe, and the Wangchuan Bridge is also called Houqiao.

The blood in the river is more turbid and bloody than before, with ferocious snakes and insects appearing from time to time, and even stenching.

More and more ghosts fell into the Forgetful River, dirty and bloody water, and the storm blew.

"Stand firmly! The blood surging ahead, you have to be a little bit excited!" The City God pulled the bamboo pole and warned.

Zhang Tao spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity. He didn't want to fall into the Forgetful River.

The boat swayed east and west in the Blood River, as if it had encountered a Level 6 typhoon.

"Vomiting..." Zhang Tao couldn't help but vomit.

"Tudigong, are you okay?" the City God asked with concern.

Zhang Tao's face turned pale and he waved his head and said, "It's okay, I'm just seasick..."

His stomach felt sour, nausea, dizziness, and stench... and tormented Zhang Tao in pain.

"Here, there is the Hall of Hell over there." In order to encourage Zhang Tao, the City God pointed ahead.

It turns out that there is an approach bridge in the middle of the Wangchuan Bridge, which is connected to a grand palace in front of the six paths of reincarnation. This is the famous Hall of Hell.

The Hall of Hell is a ghost messenger such as the King of Hell and the judge Cui Yu. In the office location of the underworld, it determines the power of life and death of mortals.

Zhang Tao thought, if you arrive at the Hall of Hell, this painful journey should have reached the end.

At this moment, with the Forget River as the axis, opposite the Hall of Hell, there was a huge dark mountain pass, and countless torches were shaking at the mountain pass.

Some terrifying and short ghost soldiers, carrying big swords and chains, crossed the Wangchuan River and intercepted ghosts on the Wangchuan Bridge.

The ghosts were so scared that they fled in all directions. The ghost soldiers pulled them hard, regardless of the rules, and even beat them up and slashed them hard, forcibly plundering the ghosts.

"This is..." Zhang Tao was stunned and shuddered.

"Oh, this is the Asura ghost soldiers. These ghosts were captured and passed through the Netherworld Blood Sea..." The City God replied.

Netherworld Blood Sea?

According to legend, the territory of the Old Ancestor of the Styx, his Netherworld Blood Sea has ten trillion blood droplets, which can be called the overlord of the Netherworld.

The Asura Sect under his leadership was even more rampant in the underworld, and many ghosts were forcibly captured and suffered undesired disasters.

"You mean the Ancestor of the Styx?" Zhang Tao asked straight.

The City God nodded and continued, "He is not able to mess with the big shots in the underworld... But don't worry, gods of our level will not meet the Ancestor of the Styx, and even the King of Hell will not see him."

The ancestor of the Styx was under his command. The four demon kings of Zizai Tianba, Da Brahma, the Heaven of Desire, Shiva, and the four demon generals of Indra, Vishnu, Rutoro, and Ghost Mother. They were of many soldiers and had a wide range of power in the underworld. They were the only one who said it was the only one.

The hierarchy in the underworld is very strict. In fact, the most popular King of Hell in the mortal world is not in high status. At best, it can only be considered an intermediate cadre.

Zhang Tao was afraid as soon as he came to the underworld. It would be better to have less contact with these big men in the underworld in the future.

"Where is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is the older one, he or the ancestor of the Styx?" Zhang Tao asked curiously.

The City God replied: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lives in Cuiyun Palace, behind the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is the end of the eighteen levels of hell. In terms of power, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is even bigger, and in terms of strength, it may be similar!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great wish that he will not become a Buddha unless he is empty!

He has been at the end of the underworld, without any regrets, and has passed away the dead.

Without caring about worldly thoughts, one's heart is devoted to Buddha. This extraordinary perseverance has become an unshakable spiritual pillar in the underworld!

Since he came to the underworld, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has hardly taken a step forward in Cuiyun Palace. He usually supervises and manages the underworld through listening carefully.

"Have you ever seen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Zhang Tao asked.

The City God shook his head and said, "I have been in this underworld for tens of thousands of years. I have never seen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. I heard from the King of Hell that there is a huge secret hidden at the end of this hell. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is guarding this secret."

The end of hell...isn't it void?

There is actually a secret?

The mysterious Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...

At this time, before he knew it, the City God had already ferryed his soul to the side of the King of Hell.

It is indeed faster to cross the Wangchuan River by sailing a boat than to walk the Wangchuan Bridge.

Since there was a city god leading the way, Zhang Tao was no longer afraid and decided to meet the King of Hell.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the King of Hell!" The City God walked forward with great strides, leading the way for Zhang Tao.

Meet the King of Hell?

It's creepy to hear this...
Chapter completed!