Chapter 332

Returning to the cave, seeing Heibai Wucheng waiting there, Ye Yu said, "Let's go, both of you!"

"My Lord, please!"

Heibai Wuchang said, and a sinister passage appeared between them.

Ye Yu did not hesitate and strode into it.

The moment he touched the sinister passage, Ye Yu's body quickly adapted to the breath of the passage. His original flesh and blood body quickly turned into a body of the soul, emitting a white divine light. He was not afraid of the power that imprisoned the soul in the passage, and strode forward.

After the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong was completed, his soul turned into the ultimate Tiangang Yuanshen, which could realize that the soul is the body and the body is the soul, so he could completely rely on his flesh to enter the underworld with Heibai Wuchang.

There is a special saying about this kind of existence.

It is called, the body becomes holy.

This saint is not a saint, but a sacred.

It represents one's own body, which is comparable to the innate sacredness that is born and thoroughly developed and released.

Black and White Impermanence followed behind Ye Yu, and when they saw the changes in Ye Yu's body, they were all shocked.

They had seen people who became saints in the flesh, but it was the first time they saw someone who could freely transform the flesh and soul, and there was no difference in strength.

Even Nezha the Third Prince and Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, who had come to visit the underworld, would be reduced to flesh and blood when they descended.

While Black and White Impermanence was stunned, Ye Yu had already arrived at a pass.

There were three words written on it that he had never seen before, but he understood their meaning.

Ghost Gate.

Entering Ghost Gate is a confusing and dark road, and you can't see how far it is.

This road is confusing and endless, as if there is no end.

Ye Yu stopped on the Yellow Springs Road and looked around, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be endless resentment, unwillingness, reluctance and other emotions that were nostalgic for the human world along the way.

"Has this road always been like this?"

Ye Yu looked at the Yellow Springs Road and asked Black and White Impermanence.

But Heibai Wuchang did not dare to urge Ye Yu, and quickly replied: "My Lord, I heard from the predecessors that the Yellow Spring Road was not like this before, but there were too many souls walking here, leaving too much worldly air here, so it is like this."

"If ordinary souls are not led by us, they will easily get lost here and become part of this place."

"Is that so? These things should not be of much use, why don't you think about dealing with them?"

"We also want to, but the aura here has both yin and yang, and there are also countless creatures with complicated thoughts. and curses, let alone those of us who do the work for free, even Lord Yama would feel uncomfortable if he was contaminated by these. "

"So, if someone takes these away, no one will ask?"

"More than that, if someone solves the power here, he will definitely become a guest of honor in the underworld, and his merits are immeasurable. Could it be that Lord~"

"I feel relieved if you say so."

Ye Yu ignored the colors of the Black and White Impermanence, and his whole body was shaken, turning into an invisible vortex and began to absorb those confused on the Yellow Springs Road that blocked his vision, like haze.

The rolling air waves surged towards Ye Yu, part of which turned into the original force and merged into the body to consolidate the foundation, and part of it turned into the soul to nourish.

In addition, the complex emotions and memories left by countless creatures, as the cycle of withering and flourishing in Ye Yu's body slowly turned, a world appeared behind him.

In it, countless creatures seemed to be reincarnated and reborn, and also seemed to be a big dream.

In that dream, every persistence had a brand new experience.

Those experiences made their persistence dissipate.

And every dissipated persistence would turn into an invisible spiritual force, merge into Ye Yu's soul, and fill Ye Yu's soul with an extraordinary spiritual light, making the black and white impermanence unconsciously want to kneel down and surrender.

Ye Yu did not walk on this Yellow Spring Road, but countless mortal qi gathered together, pushing him forward.

I don't know how long it took, when Ye Yu woke up, he had come to the end of the Yellow Spring Road.

And behind him, a halo completely condensed by spiritual power shone behind him, like a transparent old man who had experienced countless things, and like a compassionate Buddhist Bodhisattva.

Especially that spiritual light, which was most similar to the Guanyin Bodhisattva running around, and even more pure than Guanyin, with a faint golden glow.

That was the light of merit.

Ye Yu solved the problem of the Yellow Springs Road, which was more conducive to the reincarnation of ghosts and less suffering. Not only did he gain merit from heaven and earth, but he also gained some luck.

When Ye Yu came to his senses, he found himself at a bridge.

On the bridge, there was an old woman boiling soup. She would make soup for every ghost passing by.A bowl of soup.

Under the Naihe Bridge, there is a blood-yellow river, in which there are souls that surrender in it, which are not clear.

It is said that those are people who do not want to reincarnate, waiting for people they meet there, but they do not know each other, just like the flowers on the other shore of the Wangchuan River.

Ye Yu walked to the Naihe Bridge to line up and came to Meng Po.

Meng Po was stunned when she saw Ye Yu, but then waved her hand and said, "Go, go, don't delay my work here."

"Why? Don't you give me a bowl of Meng Po soup?"

"You are a newborn, without a previous life, and your life is not over yet. What's the point of drinking soup now?"

"I want to taste it."

"You seem to have a similar way to the God of Food, and a similar way to the underworld. What, do you want to make Meng Po soup yourself?"

"Is it not possible?"

"Of course, I'll give you a bowl to try."

Seeing Ye Yu like this, Meng Po finally made a bowl for Ye Yu.

Ye Yu saw Meng Po soup in front of him, and without any hesitation, he picked up a bowl and drank it.

In an instant, Ye Yu felt that after drinking Meng Po soup, his whole soul seemed to relax a lot.

As for the taste of Meng Po soup, Ye Yu couldn't describe it.

When it entered the mouth, it was sweet, then a little sour, and finally bitter in the throat. I wanted to spit it out but couldn't. Finally, after entering the body, it brought a faint fragrance that spread throughout the body.

Meng Po soup looks like soup, but it is not soup in the pure sense.

It is a kind of power, a power that can cleanse the soul, wash away a person's heavy things, leaving only the purest harvest.

"How does it feel?"

"It's a bit bland, it's better to add some spiciness."

"Why?"

"Salty taste will make the body more energetic, and spicy taste can stimulate more vitality."

"This is overdraft, not advisable."

"It's hard to satisfy everyone. What you think is good may not be really good."

"Is what others think right?"

"No, then just bear it yourself. Your own choices are always for yourself, and other people's arrangements are always confusing."

"I've learned a lot."

"Um, can you tell me the secret recipe of Mengpo Soup?"

"There is no secret recipe, just pick some grass next to it and stir it."

Mengpo said, pointing to the weeds beside the Naihe Bridge, then bent down and picked a handful, added it back to the pot and stirred it, and began to continue to cook the soup.