Chapter 978 - 978 975 Yellow River Crossing
Chapter 978 - 978 975 Yellow River Crossing
?Chapter 978: Chapter 975: Yellow River Crossing Chapter 978: Chapter 975: Yellow River Crossing Shen Luo recalled for a moment and then suddenly remembered that back in the Western Regions, Little Monk Jiang Liu had talked about how the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had made the great vow, “Not until the hells are empty will I become a Buddha,” and afterwards took up residence in the Underworld, to redeem the ten thousand ghosts there.
At that time, he had mentioned that the Underworld has ferry points for guiding lost souls scattered across the Four Great Continents, and those established within major State Cities are namely the City God Temples.
Those distributed in remote mountains are called “Ghost Mountain Gates,” under the jurisdiction of some minor mountain gods, while those located in the Rivers and water areas are under the control of the Water Deity and are called “Yellow River Crossings.”
However, because there are fewer people who die in the mountains compared to those who perish in rivers, it’s hard to find Ghost Mountain Gates, whereas Yellow River Crossings are easy to locate.
After burying the unfortunate dead from Wuzhuang View, Shen Luo soon left.
Now with the lands broken apart, the major state capitals and city walls have almost all been completely destroyed. Even those that remain have long been occupied by demons and the temples related to the Heavenly Court and Underworld have also been taken over.
Instead of searching for a City God Temple, Shen Luo directly found a Yellow River Crossing a hundred li away from the Wuzhuang View.
This place called Yellow River Crossing was not actually a ferry, but rather the mouth of a bend in a river.
When he arrived here, from a distance he could see the riverbank densely packed with “shadows,” roughly amounting to thousands, nearly ten thousand in number.
Without getting any closer, Shen Luo already saw black fog enveloping the riverbank and resentment piercing the sky.
The dense crowd lining the river was not humans, but ghosts—wandering ghosts without anyone to guide them.
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