Chapter 77: The Water of Forgotten River
Under the dark sky, the mountains are as black as ink. Among the undulating black mountains, two figures are rushing out of the mountains like shooting stars chasing the moon.
When Chen Jiu is in a hurry to travel, he usually runs at full speed, but Zhang Qian likes to fly.
This is actually not as fast as running, because they do not have the ability to transform into wings, and can only rely on stepping on the void to gain momentum, which is definitely not as strong as borrowing strength by stepping on the ground.
There was no way, Zhang Qian liked flying, so Chen Jiu could only fly with her.
After an unknown amount of time, the two finally flew out from the mountains and landed on the flat ground outside.
Zhang Qian stopped to catch her breath, then looked around, seemingly trying to determine the direction.
Chen Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Qianqian, where are we going?"
Zhang Qian said without hesitation: "Let's go to the Nai River to get the water from the Wangchuan River."
Is there water from the Forgetful River in the Nai River?
Chen Jiu couldn't help but wonder, "It's said that the water of the Nai River is blood-yellow, and it's full of lonely ghosts who can't be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blows on your face, and bones and flesh that fall into it will be corroded completely. Is there water from the Wangchuan River in it? Can that water be drunk?"
Zhang Qian glanced at him and murmured, "It is said that there is a Naihe Bridge over the Naihe River. There is an old woman sitting beside the Naihe Bridge. The old woman is called Meng Po. To cross the Naihe River, you must walk on the Naihe Bridge. To cross the Naihe Bridge, you must drink Meng Po soup and completely forget everything in your past life. If you don't drink Meng Po soup, you can't cross the Naihe Bridge and you can't be reincarnated."
Uh, do you still need to hear rumors?
Chen Jiu couldn't help but ask curiously: "Have you ever been to Naihe Bridge? Is there really Meng Po there ?"
Zhang Qian smiled slightly and said, "I don't dare to go to Naihe Bridge. There is more than just Meng Po there."
She actually laughed again!
Uh, this.
Chen Jiu couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Are you kidding me?"
Zhang Qian said helplessly: "How can you be so boring? Lao Ding still knows how to joke with me. You are not as interesting as Lao Ding."
Honghuang Shending immediately said proudly: "That's not true, Ah Jiu is much worse than me."
Chen Jiu said helplessly: "I am not a dull person at all. It's just that too many things have happened these days and I am not in the mood to joke."
Zhang Qian also knew that Chen Jiu was ambushed and almost destroyed, and Jiaona turned into a weak ghost in order to save him, and she felt very uncomfortable.
In fact, she is not a cold and emotionless person. She is just cold in front of outsiders. If she feels that she is particularly familiar with someone, she will occasionally joke around.
She and Chen Jiu were actually very familiar with each other. Their two families had even made an engagement, but Chen Jiu just didn't remember it.
Forget it, I can’t bring up the past in front of Chen Jiu at this time.
She sighed slightly, and then said quietly: "In fact, the Naihe River is also called the Wangchuan River. The source of the Naihe River is the Wangchuan River, which is in the Daishan Mountain. The water of the Wangchuan River is the waterfall flowing down from the Daishan Mountain.
The water of Wangchuan can make you forget all your feelings. After drinking it, you will forget all the bitterness, love, hate and vengeance of your past life. Mengpo Soup is made with the water of Wangchuan. "
Daishan?
Chen Jiu was quite curious and asked, "Where is Daishan?"
Zhang Qian murmured, "The underworld and the living world are actually two opposite worlds. The Mount Tai in the underworld corresponds to the Mount Tai in the living world."
After hearing this, Chen Jiu immediately understood that he had passed by Mount Tai when he was rushing to Liaocheng.
As the two flew across the plain, they naturally encountered ghosts queuing up to wait for judgment and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons who were driving away the ghosts.
Zhang Qian is also a well-known figure in the underworld. Almost all the gods belonging to the Northern Underworld have seen her portrait. Ordinary Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil naturally dare not provoke her. However, the news of her appearance near Daishan quickly spread to the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Palace.
In the huge Ghost Emperor Palace, a gloomy young man sat on the dragon throne, looking at the communication talisman in his hand, gritting his teeth in anger.
A young man from the mortal world actually dared to run to the underworld to snatch Zhang Qian from him!
Boy, I will send you to the eighteen levels of hell and torture you for thousands of years!
With a "bang", the dragon table in front of him and the talisman in his hand turned into powder at the same time.
The gloomy young man then stood up and walked quickly towards the Ghost Emperor's bedroom.
At this time, Chen Jiu and Zhang Qian had already entered Mount Dai. In front of them was Wangchuan. The two were lying side by side on a hilltop, secretly observing the situation.
I saw a white ripple flowing straight down, sandwiched between The mountains and water alternated like a huge Chinese character "川".
The mountains on both sides were too high, so high that they seemed to be inserted into the sky and their tops could not be seen at all. The water of the Forgetful River seemed to have fallen from the sky and its source could not be seen at all.
Seeing the densely packed golden spirits between the mountains and rivers, Chen Jiu couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Are there people from the Northern Underworld stationed here?"
Zhang Qian nodded slightly and said, "The water of the Forgotten River can actually be used as poison. Just think about it, if you drink it in one gulp, you will forget everything. Then the person who drinks the water will have lived in vain."
Well, this poison is indeed terrible. If people are allowed to take it, it is very likely that the entire underworld and even the world of the living will be filled with amnesiac idiots!
Chen Jiu looked at the river rushing down from the mountains and couldn't help asking, "Can we get water from the river outside?"
Zhang Qian shook her head slightly and said, "No, the Wangchuan River has a special barrier. Once the water of the Wangchuan River flows out of the mountains and rivers, it will have no effect."
Chen Jiu asked again: "How do we get the water from the Wangchuan River? Should we just rush in and get it?"
Zhang Qian asked back, "How can we get it if we don't rush in?"
Chen Jiu estimated: "The mountain should be less than ten miles deep. As long as I get closer, I can directly use my spiritual sense to absorb the water of the Forgotten River. Intake that, uh, right, what do you use to store the water of the Forgotten River?"
Zhang Qian was quite surprised and asked: "Can your spiritual sense sweep so far?
In the past, we would make the old tripod grow to a size of more than ten feet and throw it directly into the pond to take water. But we couldn't take much each time and it would be used up in a hundred years. This time, I specially found a magic gourd that can hold hundreds of feet of water."
My spiritual sense is extremely strong.
Chen Jiu said calmly: "As long as we can get within a range of 20 miles, it should be enough."
Twenty miles!
How strong is your spiritual consciousness?
Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, then took out a gourd that was half the size of a human, and said decisively: "Okay, you come and get the water, and I'll go and bluff the guard of the Northern Underworld."
The two of them quickly flew down from the top of the mountain and headed straight for the Forgotten River.
"Stop, little girl, why are you here again?"
A golden god over ten feet tall flew over and blocked their way.
This guy was wearing golden armor and looked very majestic, but when he saw the tiny Zhang Qian, his face was full of nervousness.
Zhang Qian said coldly: "You deserve a beating, don't you? You keep stopping me from getting water."
The tall god said in a rather timid tone, "Your uncle didn't come this time, and you still want to take the water of the Forgotten River from me?"
Zhang Qian still said coldly: "My uncle didn't come, but if he came, he would be much more powerful than my uncle. I advise you to get out of the way, otherwise you will be destroyed."
My God, he’s even more powerful than the leader of the Underworld Cult!
The tall god looked at the young boy next to Zhang Qian, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face.
This young man looks dull and doesn't seem to be very powerful.
In fact, at this time Chen Jiu had already used his spiritual sense to teleport the magic gourd to the pool under the Wangchuan River.
The lake water, which was several miles wide, suddenly dropped rapidly!
At first, the golden gods guarding the surroundings didn't notice it. After all, they have been guarding here for many years and have long been tired of looking at the water in the lake. No one would keep staring at the water.
The water level dropped by about ten feet before a spirit finally noticed it.
What's going on?
Is there a leak under the pool?
That's not right. Even if there is a leak, it can't leak so fast!
Soon, bursts of exclamations were heard from all around the pool, and a golden-bodied god about five or six feet tall immediately ran towards them.
That's about it.
Chen Jiu calmly took back the magic gourd, then gently touched Zhang Qian's little hand.
Zhang Qian immediately pretended to be annoyed and said, "Oh, I forgot to bring the kettle. Let's go back and get the kettle."
After saying that, she turned around and flew away, and Chen Jiu naturally followed immediately.
The tall golden god looked at their backs with a confused look on his face.
You came here specifically to grab the water from the River of Oblivion but forgot to bring a kettle!
Are you kidding?
At this time, the golden spirit, who was about 50 to 60 feet tall, was already shouting from afar: "General, it's bad, the water level in the pond is almost halfway down."
ah!
The tall golden god looked at the receding backs of Chen Jiu and Zhang Qian, looked back again, and turned around and flew back.
He was really a little afraid of the people from the Underworld Cult. Every time the leader of the Underworld Cult came over, he would beat him until his golden body was almost broken before he would stop.
If that young man was really more powerful than the leader of the Underworld Cult, he might really have his soul destroyed if he chased after him rashly.
Forget it, let’s go back and see what’s going on in the pond.
He ran to the pond and took a look, and was horrified.
This isn't just halfway down, the pool is almost at the bottom!
Even though the water of the Forgetful River will continue to flow down and the pool will not dry up, it would be a disaster to lose so much at once!
The amount of water from the Forgetful River used is huge. I don't know how many ghosts drink the Mengpo soup to reincarnate every day.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out the talisman and cinnabar pen and started drawing quickly with his spiritual sense.
