Chapter 692: Weak Water in the Pond
In the fog, the sound of the gong was getting closer and closer.
The man slowly reached into the campfire and pulled out some ash from the scorching flames.
"You should have known by now that below the Ghost River is the Meat Mountain. Once the Ghost River flows into the Meat Mountain, something more terrifying than the Meat Mountain and the Ghost River will be born."
"But have you ever thought about why the Ghost River and the Meat Mountain are so close to each other, but have not been able to converge for so long?"
After asking the question, the man walked to the pond, scooped up some water from the pond with his hands, poured it into the wood ash he had dug out earlier, and stirred it like kneading dough.
Wu Xian pondered for a moment and said, "There is something between the two, separating them, such as an impenetrable wall, barrier, seal, or a door god guarding them."
The man pointed to the pond. "That's right, but what separated them was not the things you mentioned, but... the water under the pond."
Guo Xiake asked in surprise: "How can this water alone stop two powerful evil spirits? Besides, the Ghost River itself is water, how can water be stopped by water?"
"It's not this water. The only thing that really works is the thin layer of water that covers the entire bottom of the Valley of the Dead."
"Beyond the Kunlun Hill there is a mountain of fire, into which anything thrown will burn, and a weak water, whose force cannot overcome a mustard seed, nor can a feather float..."
Wu Xian repeated the man's words, and then he looked up suddenly: "A feather can't float... You mean, you can't jump or fly in the Valley of the Dead because there is weak water at the bottom of the valley?"
The man cut his wrist again and added his own blood to the ash ball, kneading the blood, ash and water into a black mud ball.
"The Weak Water flows between the immortal world and the mortal world. Even if immortals and gods want to cross it, they need to use their magical powers. As long as the Weak Water does not stop flowing, the Flesh Mountain and the Ghost River cannot meet here."
"Under normal circumstances, you would never be able to pass through the barrier of weak water, but Meng Po had already calculated this, so she asked us to stay here and passed on my magical powers!"
After kneading the mud ball, the man divided it into nine equal parts, kneaded each part into strips, and randomly inserted them into the gaps of the pavilion floor.
Wu Xian turned to look at Han Yu, asking with his eyes.
Han Yu replied: "Before Jiang Huaian went into the water, the two of them did have some conversation, and it seemed that they even lit a stick of incense, but we had just been fished out of the water and were still emotionally broken, so I don't remember it clearly."
This is enough to prove that what the man is doing now is a necessary process to pass through the river eye.
Then the man stood up and took a burning stick from the campfire.
"This incense is the magical power passed down by Meng Po. I asked you to look down at the Ghost River before, not only for 'fishing', but also to collect information about your souls."
"After the incense is lit, you will be able to breathe in the water and pass through the Weak Water safely."
"But there are a few points you need to pay attention to."
"First, you need to be quick. Once the incense burns out, you will lose Meng Po's blessing."
"Second, the characteristics of the weak water are incredible. The direction of the water flow may be beyond your imagination."
"Third, the moment you pass through the Weak Water, the isolation of the Weak Water will have a weakness. Guihe will not let go of this opportunity, and some dangers may occur at that time. You will have to find a way to deal with it."
After saying that, the man lit a stick of incense with a torch.
The smoke from the incense fell on Liu Chen and wrapped around him like a snake. Seeing this, Liu Chen hesitated for a moment and then resolutely jumped into the water.
Then came the second one, and the third one. Every once in a while, someone jumped into the pool. Han Yu and Yuan Buyai, who had not dared to enter the river eye before, also entered one after another.
As everyone jumped into the pool, the gong sounds outside the mist suddenly became chaotic and the escorts guarding the pool disappeared one after another, indicating that a battle was taking place outside the octagonal pavilion.
After the other eight people jumped into the water, Wu Xian was standing by the pool, eager to try. The others' diving skills were enough to prepare him mentally. But the man hung the burning stick on Wu Xian's incense, but did not light it. He looked at Wu Xian, and a smile gradually appeared on his cold face.
"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you."
"Once you all pass through the pool, I will jump in myself and use my body to block the weak water, thus opening a path for the Ghost River!"
……
The coldness that had just been dispelled by the bonfire returned to Wu Xian's body. He looked at the man in shock and asked in disbelief.
"Are you crazy?"
The man's smile seemed a little ferocious.
"I don't even have a name, how can I ever be normal?"
"We are the dregs that Guihe doesn't want, but don't get me wrong. Guihe doesn't just want things like 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness'."
"And the stupidity, incompetence, cowardice and self-abandonment of human beings..."
"We have been here for so many years and have suffered so much. We have repaid Meng Po's kindness. Now we just want to rest in peace."
"After you pass through the river eye, the fusion of Ghost River and Meat Mountain will begin. At that time, you can only wish for the best. Even if the world turns upside down afterwards, it will have nothing to do with us."
Wu Xian tried to persuade the man, but he lit the last stick of incense and the smoke quickly wrapped around the outside of his clothes.
The burning of incense has begun. If the delay continues, Wu Xian will not have enough time to cross the river eye. So Wu Xian can only grit his teeth, glare at the man, and jump into the Ghost River with a splash.
……
After Wu Xian disappeared, the octagonal pavilion, which had just been bustling for a while, became cold and lonely again.
The man threw down the torch, the ferocious look on his face returned to normal, and he stared blankly at the pool, not knowing what he was thinking.
The sound of the gong in the mist disappeared at some point, and the faint red light and shadow also dimmed.
An old figure quickly crawled out of the mist.
It’s that old evil guy!
The old villain had drool in his mouth and his body was covered in blood. The red-light policemen who were carrying him, as well as the extraditers who went to stop him, all died in the previous battle.
He climbed around the octagonal pavilion several times and tried to enter several times, but was blocked by an invisible force. So he could only stop and look at the man with hatred.
"Come out, get out here, you lowly thing!"
"You are just an unwanted flaw in my work. What qualifications do you have to stay on the canvas?"
"But you, a scabby boy, won't be able to keep your composure for long. One day..."
The old villain cursed the man without any grace. Compared with Wang Jiudan, he hated the suddenly appeared octagonal pavilion even more. If it weren't for the weak water under the octagonal pavilion, he would have merged his works long ago and fulfilled his lifelong wish.
The man looked at the old villain with pity: "Save your energy, we are both at the end of our strength, but at least I can live longer than you."
(End of this chapter)
