Chapter 971: Yellow Springs Road, Wuyou Naihe Bridge; Eighteen Mud Plows across the Three Tars

The Profound Truth Sect followers waved their cloaks, wrapping and flicking them, just like opening a wall, pushing people aside.

Forcing a path through the crowd.

Wu Wu Ponu walked barefoot, wearing a Dharma robe embroidered with countless talismans. Within a zhang in front, behind, left, and right of him, there was no one.

Under the black Dharma robe, blood was flowing.

The blood kept dripping onto his feet, leaving a string of bloody footprints behind him...

He walked step by step onto the Jin Tang Bridge.

When he stepped onto the first stone step, at the city gate, after that series of footprints, a woman in white also stepped out of the city gate, and the muddy water flowed to the ground along her clothes.

The woman lowered her head, and her wet black hair covered her face.

Her face could not be seen clearly.

But just after her back foot stepped out of the city gate, another bare slender foot also stepped on her footprints and stepped out of the city gate.

That was a woman holding a lotus lamp, still with long hair covering her face, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Then the third, the fourth.

The women behind followed one after another, one stepping on the footprints of the previous one, but without exception, they all stepped on the bloody footprints left by Wu Wu Ponu, walking step by step toward the bridge.

This time, there was no need for the Profound Truth Sect disciples in front to drive them away, and others obediently gave way.

White gauze, white cloth, white lotus flowers.

A group of women with white scarves on their heads and dressed in white walked behind Wu Wu Ponu step by step. The water dripping from them had soaked the road, and even the bloody footprints were muddy in the mud and water.

But miraculously, each of them stepped on the footprints of the person in front, and the woman in the very front stepped on the bloody prints left under Wu Wu Ponu's feet.

The woman in the very front was carrying a pale lantern.

And the eighteen behind were holding white lotus river lamps...

Seeing this scene, no matter how bad one's memory was, everyone remembered the Red Building Ghost Ship case not long ago.

An emaciated old man in the crowd was trembling slightly. He lowered his head and shrank by the stone pillar at the bridgehead. When the leading woman passed by him, she seemed to pause for a moment, which was almost imperceptible.

But the woman did not turn her head.

"Holy Mother bless..." the old man said in a trembling voice.

Dozens of women walked from the city gate to the Jin Tang Bridge, and the women behind held pale white lanterns, walking silently on the road.

At this moment, even though the floating corpses in the Haihe River were like sunken boats and forests, paving an underworld river on the river surface, the Sanzu River.

But as the women passed by people one by one, everyone felt that it was insignificant.

Even if the floating corpses were terrifying, they were in the river.

The lives of the corpse-retrieval team members affected people's hearts, but that was not as important as their own lives!

Cui Bu'er turned his back first and muttered: "No taboos, don't blame me if you didn't invite me!"

"No taboos, don't blame me if you didn't invite me!"

Dozens of women in white walked away, but the coldness that rushed toward them made people even more frightened.

Immediately after, an unusually tall figure, about three times the height of an adult man, wearing a bamboo hat, wrapped tightly, appeared.

One followed another, wearing coir rain capes, surrounded by faint white mist, as if they were ethereal and not of the human world!

They walked slowly, step by step, slightly sluggishly, stepping on that road, and walked out of the city gate.

At this time, even the old Taoist from the Tianhou Palace honestly turned his back and covered his face.

The entire Jin Tang Bridge, the front and back riverbanks, tens of thousands of people were silent...

The red rope tied on the bridge was also calm, but as Wu Wu Ponu walked step by step, the red rope turned black wherever he passed.

The floating corpses by the bridge sank one by one.

As Wu Wu Ponu's footsteps passed a section of the river, the corpses floating on it sank into the water one by one, as if they had lost their buoyancy.

It was noon, but the world was dim, showing a color that could not distinguish between morning and dusk.

Cui Bu'er swept his eyes over the footprints left by Wu Wu Ponu...

He asked the old Taoist from the Tianhou Palace next to him in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yan Shixiong brother, is this floater in the Haihe River also a spell of the Profound Truth Sect's Yin corpse borrowing the road and crossing the river to drive piles?"

"I don't think so!" the senior brother answered sincerely: "Didn't you see that the evil spirit on the river surface was stunned?"

"And Yin corpse borrowing the road is when humans and ghosts share a road, using Yin corpses to borrow the road, making the passing Yin soldiers appear in front of people, thereby performing spells and rituals."

"But that deacon of the All Xuanzhen sect... the one who intercepted the red boat at the Sanchahe mouth, right? Beneath his feet, that's not borrowing a path for the living; what's beneath his feet is the Yellow Springs Road... Little Cui, stop talking! When the Yin soldiers pass, none of us can afford to provoke them. The All Xuanzhen sect leader has such great ability to cut off the Yin soldiers' path and suppress the Nine-Eyed Fire Demon. Now, isn't he also going to send them away?"

The two exchanged a few words, and seeing the unusually tall figure walking in front of them, they both stopped talking!

On the four city gates of Zhigu City, there was a bloody handprint. At this time, figures pressed their hands on the handprints and walked out of another world. Where the handprints were branded, a corner of the real world was revealed.

The entire Zhigu City became a ghost city, and the originally lively living people restored the appearance of evil ghosts when passing by that handprint.

At the Sanchahe mouth, in front of the floating bridge of the Customs House, white lanterns lit up again on the river bottom, and small boats were hung upside down in the river, carrying boats of white lanterns, and entered the wharf.

On the wharf, a bloody footprint was particularly eye-catching.

The Yin soldier supporting the long pole came to that bloody footprint and stepped out of the small boat.

The moment it fell to the ground, the small boat turned into a coir rain cape and was worn on his body. The white lanterns on the boat turned into the body under the coir rain cape, and one by one, they boarded the shore, passed through the North Chengmenkou, and walked into Zhigu City.

At the moment of entering the city, large swaths of refugees poured into the city...

Large-scale entry of refugees into the city was common in Zhigu, but they were usually settled outside the city. But there were government soldiers guarding them, so no one looked for trouble.

Someone curious asked: "Old brother, fleeing from disaster?"

The refugee was full of dust, and it could be seen that the bitterness between his brows was very heavy, but it had eased a lot.

He turned his head to look at the boss, as if surprised that someone was greeting him. Hearing this, he also smiled slightly and said in Hedong dialect: "We came from the Grand Canal side. The government wouldn't let us use the water of the canal, and there was no food! There was nothing to eat, so we packed up a little seed and hit the road!"

His wife, who was holding a child next to him, lowered her head shyly when she saw someone.

The boss was stunned instead, and he laughed: "Shandong? That was all in April. How come you only arrived now? You are also lucky, the wife and children are all complete..."

After greeting, the boss lowered his head and went about his business.

While doing it, his whole body trembled.

He finally knew what felt wrong!

This refugee team, how could there be an endless number of people, and the old, weak, women, and children were all complete, and their clothes and complexion were also clean...

Crow landed on the Drum Tower city wall, overlooking the crowd passing through Zhigu City, whose number could not be seen.

In its bean-sized eyes, a group of green fire seemed to be burning.

Standing on the Drum Tower, next to that golden bell, Chang Yan sighed: "Wu Wu Ponu is indeed lucky. Among the eight talismans, only his 'Eighteen Mud Plows Wuyou Naihe Path' can travel through Yin and Yang and sort out the underworld. In the future, he might be the one with the best prospects among us."

Crow lowered its head into its wings, grooming its feathers.

"The Sect Master is merciful, not wanting us to lift this world, and after turning Yin into Yang, everything will turn from embers into reality, and those who died during and before the salvation will really die!"

"That's why he let Wu Wu Ponu open the Yellow Springs Road, temporarily depositing these souls, and wait until we lift this world, then resurrect them together..."

"In the Sect Master's eyes, there is only this world! When seven people step on the divine throne, and five pillars support the world, the Sect Master overlooks all this, and there is no one in his eyes. He only cares about the pillars. As for who is on the divine throne, he doesn't care!"

"And what the Sect Master cares about is what I care about..." Crow's eyes were indifferent, and it said lightly: "So, I don't care who is on the divine throne, as long as the Sect Master's great cause can be completed, even if we are destined to sink into the abyss and disappear into the mud, it is not impossible."

After saying that, Crow flapped its wings and flew into the dim sky.

After Wu Wu Ponu walked across the Jin Tang Bridge, the floating corpses on the Haihe River had vanished, and the eighteen corpse-retrieval team members were floating on the water surface in a daze.

That strange Yin wrapped in yellow clothes, with countless arms behind its back, also froze there, like a statue.

But Wu Wu Ponu stopped at the end, turned his head to look at the yellow-clothed ghost shadow, and stretched out his hand. A palm print gradually appeared on the yellow clothes, and then as Wu Wu Ponu lifted it, the entire Taoist robe rolled up suddenly, fell on him, and turned into a yellow long robe.

A pair of hands stretched out from inside the Taoist robe and grabbed his shoulders.

Under his ribs, chest, arms, legs, hands appeared, grabbing him and buckling him, dense, like armor.

But as the yellow clothes wrapped around, these palms were wrapped inside.

In the distance, the Origin Sin Bishop standing on the altar in the cathedral, with countless arms unfolding behind him like a screen, had a calm expression, but was unusually silent. But if someone could go around to his side, they would see that his body had grown into the wall behind the altar of the cathedral.

As if about to be pulled into another world...

The choir boy holding the silver cup accidentally glanced at it, and the silver cup fell.

"Bishop!"

"It's okay, the ritual is still pulling me! The power and mysterious level of the Holy Ritual of Conception are extremely high. Although they want to pull me back to death, this world is strangely accommodating me. The descent of the Holy Son is the will of the Holy Mother. Look, the whole world is accepting me."

"Even this kind of secret ritual in the East that is close to the level of ascension cannot pull me into death completely."

The Origin Sin Bishop was a little tired.

He took a breath and continued: "However, the foundation of the Eastern Continent exceeded my expectations. The Profound Truth heresy is conducting a terrifying secret ritual throughout the city, and even the entire Eastern Continent."

"They are walking out a path of souls, deciding their final destination..."

"The power of this secret ritual is very powerful, and the descent ceremony of the Holy Son has also been suppressed and cannot be carried out anymore. They even want to drag me into death."

The Origin Sin Bishop sighed: "We underestimated the East!"

Crow flew over the cathedral and snorted coldly below.

"Foreign demons, we certainly cannot make those who have already died die again, but when this world sublimates and is reborn, you will be dead!" ===== CHAPTER 972 =====