Thirty-six sons of heaven and thirty-six Vajra Bodhisattvas.
Thirty-six Buddhist lights shone on them. When Gu Feng came back to his senses, he was in an unfamiliar space.
"Looking back at the past on the Homeward Viewing Platform, looking back at the past.”
A dignified voice resounded in the air.
A kind-looking Bodhisattva appeared in front of Gu Feng.
"You should know what happens after you die."
In this pitch-black space, a white light suddenly lit up.
Gu Feng narrowed his eyes and gradually adapted to the light.
He saw a pavilion in front of him. In the middle of the pavilion was a huge rock as tall as a person.
The sound of flowing water entered his ears. He looked down and saw a blood-yellow stream of water rushing past the pavilion.
"Ha, there's no need to walk the Yellow Springs Road.”
In Taoist culture, after death, one had to go through the following steps: Yellow Springs Road, Homeward Viewing Platform, Bridge of Helplessness.
After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, he drank the soup and went to reincarnate.
Buddhism also had a saying about the afterlife, advising people to suffer in this life and enjoy happiness in the afterlife.
However, what Gu Feng was really puzzled about was that since this was the inheritance of Ksitigarbha Buddha, it should be the Western Paradise.
Why would he appear at the bank of the River of Forgetfulness?
"Little brother, you don't need to worry too much.”
An old voice entered Gu Feng's ears. He felt that it was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this voice before.
He could clearly hear that this was definitely not the voice of the Bodhisattva from before.
"Yes."
Gu Feng came to the Homeward Gazing Stone and pressed his hand on it.
The stone surface facing him became as smooth as glass, and a blurry figure gradually appeared on the mirror.
The figure was very blurry. Gu Feng could only see that it was a human figure, but he could not see its true face.
There seemed to be a fog shrouding the figure, making it impossible to see his features clearly.
The world collapsed, the seas dried up, and the rocks crumbled. Gu Feng only saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Countless corpses stared at the collapsing void with their eyes wide open. The arms that were stretched out before they died did not fall.
A purgatory-like scene appeared on the Homeward Viewing Stone.
The scene stopped abruptly.
Gu Feng was left with endless doubts.
The Homeward Looking Stone was looking at himself after death, but he was not dead, nor did he see anything related to himself.
They only saw this hellish scene.
What kind of village was he looking at?
What he did not know was that someone in the Immortal Realm was alarmed by the scene just now.
In the Immortal Realm, on a mountain peak that pierced through the clouds.
Immortal mist swirled around him, and a bamboo house sat in the bamboo forest.
There was a wooden table made of bamboo outside the bamboo house, and a chessboard was placed on the table.
An old man with white hair and beard was playing chess with him.
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder pulled the old man's thoughts back from the chessboard. He looked up at the dark sky in disbelief and muttered,
"The Tribulation Taker has appeared?"
"Bang!"
The door of the bamboo house behind the old man was kicked open. A middle-aged man with hair like a chicken nest and a face full of stubble rushed out of the house.
"He's appeared, he's finally appeared!”
"Senior Brother, if you keep kicking the door like this, sooner or later, all the bamboos here will be cut down by you to build the door.”
The old man only raised his head to look at the sky before lowering his head to immerse himself in the chess game.
From the beginning to the end, only the two of them knew what had happened in the Immortal Realm.
Gu Feng sat in the Homeward Viewing Platform gloomily, looking down at the surging River of Forgetfulness.
There was no Bridge of Helplessness, nor did he see Meng Po.
The River of Forgetfulness was not like the legends that exiled wandering ghosts.
Other than the strange color of the river water, there was nothing else unusual.
It was not only Gu Feng. After entering this strange space, everyone saw their previous lives on the Homeward Gazing Stone without exception.
However, none of them saw the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood like Gu Feng.
Without the Bridge of Helplessness, they naturally couldn't cross the River of Forgetfulness.
Gu Feng wasn't stupid enough to try to cross the river.
He just sat quietly in the pavilion, thinking about the contents of this inheritance.
The inheritance left behind by an Imperial Immortal was naturally not simple.
However, Gu Feng still couldn't guess what the other party wanted to do.
Was there any use in looking at his past and present lives?
Moreover, whether it was the Western Paradise in Buddhism or the Heavenly Court and Hell in Taoism, the world was different.
They only existed in legends.
Perhaps these things existed in the past, but after so long, they had probably long been annihilated in the long river of history.
"The Road of the Netherworld, the River of Forgetfulness, sighing helplessly before the Bridge of Helplessness.”
Gu Feng had nothing to do, so he leaned against the pillar behind him and recited a poem in a low voice.
In any case, he was not very interested in the so-called Immortal Emperor inheritance.
He was now more curious about whether the Netherworld really existed and whether everything he had just seen was real or fake.
What Gu Feng didn't realize was that after he finished saying " I sigh helplessly in front of the Bridge of Helplessness ", a white fog suddenly appeared on the barren land around him.
A thick mist gradually dispersed, enveloping the Homeward Viewing Platform.
Gu Feng sat up and realized that something was wrong.
How could there not be anything strange about such a huge fog appearing out of nowhere?
A faint whimper and singing voice entered Gu Feng's ears from afar.
Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, he could hear the singing!
In the barren soil around the Homeward Viewing Platform, bright red flowers sprouted from the soil and finally bloomed.
Everything happened in the span of a few breaths. It was already too late for Gu Feng to react.
"Resurrection Lily?"
He stuck his head out and looked at the flower field that had suddenly appeared.
The flower was bright red, as red as blood. It was so bright that it looked like blood could be squeezed out with a gentle pinch.
"Why would there be a Resurrection Lily here?"
The flower language of the other shore flower was death, separation, and sadness.
They mostly grew in the areas where Yin and Yang intersected.
Why did so many spider lilies suddenly grow out?
Gu Feng frowned.
What he didn't know was that in the thick fog, a wooden arch bridge had appeared on the River of Forgetfulness, crossing both banks.
A woman stood by the bridge, holding a bowl of green syrup in her hand.
She was waiting for someone she could never find.
"Sob sob sob sob…"
A mournful whimper sounded around him. After listening for a long time, Gu Feng felt his heart go numb. It was as if someone was hitting his head with a wooden hammer.
"I want to see what kind of tricks they are playing!”
A seven-colored fire lotus appeared under Gu Feng's feet. The moment the fire lotus appeared, the surrounding whimpering stopped.
"Yes."
The fire lotus flew forward, and the fog disappeared wherever it passed. A woman in black appeared in front of Gu Feng.
Following that, a wooden bridge appeared, and a row of ghosts waited to cross the bridge.
"Bridge of Helplessness? Meng Po?"
As if hearing her name, the woman by the bridge raised her head and looked at Gu Feng in the Homeward Viewing Platform.
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