PNB Chapter 351 Naihe Bridge
Chapter 351 Naihe Bridge
Houtu looked at the bridge and the boat, pondered for a moment, and then directly created a clone of herself.
The body instantly settled on the bridge, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an old man with a hunched back, holding an ancient pottery bowl.
Her face was blurred, as if shrouded in a thin veil, but her deep eyes revealed endless wisdom and compassion.
Houtu nodded slightly before speaking softly: "From now on, you will be Meng Po, and they will be the Naihe Bridge and the ferry boat!"
Meng Po's voice was deep and gentle, as if it came from a distant time and space: "Meng Po greets the true self!"
At this point, Meng Po paused, smiled kindly at Houtu, and asked, "But my lord, do you feel something is still missing? The ferry boat is there, but where is the person to row it? Do you intend for me to personally go and guide the departed souls?"
Upon hearing this, Houtu suddenly realized and murmured, "Indeed, we are still missing some people."
After saying that, she turned her gaze to the depths of the underworld.
Houtu's gaze swept across every corner of the underworld, piercing through layers of mist, sensing every breath within the netherworld.
She discovered that although there were many underworld messengers transformed from the dead in the underworld, most of them only performed simple tasks and were completely incapable of fulfilling the duty of a ferryman.
Most importantly, Houtu looked down on her.
After all, for a ferryman, strength is secondary; the most important thing is to have a compassionate heart, to understand the pain and obsession of the departed souls, and to guide them to let go of their past lives and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Unless, of course, the senior students are willing to help.
However, she also knew that it would probably be difficult.
After all, she knew what her senior brothers and sisters were thinking.
They didn't want to work here; they wanted to go back and continue serving their second uncle.
Therefore, she had no choice but to find someone else.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck Houtu.
She recalled the extraordinary creatures she had encountered countless years ago when she traveled through the primordial world.
They are not ordinary beings, but rather formed from some kind of obsession or emotion between heaven and earth.
Although their strength is not particularly great, some of their abilities and wisdom are still commendable.
Houtu thought to herself, perhaps she could select suitable beings from among these creatures and give them the responsibility of ferrymen.
Then, with a thought, Houtu vanished from her spot.
They left the underworld.
Seeing this, Meng Po simply smiled and said nothing.
After leaving the underworld, Houtu headed towards a secluded valley from her memories.
The area is shrouded in mist year-round.
A strange flower grows there.
It is called "Forget-Me-Not".
It is formed from the obsessions and regrets of living beings, and can absorb the memories and emotions of the deceased.
Houtu herself found this grass somewhat interesting.
That's why I took a few more glances.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Houtu finally arrived at the valley.
She strolled above the valley, her mind sweeping over each forget-me-not, sensing the obsession and emotions contained within them.
Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a particularly tall forget-me-not.
This forget-me-not exudes a faint golden light and has a rhythm unlike any other forget-me-not.
Houtu reached out and gently touched the forget-me-not, and immediately felt a strong sense of obsession and compassion.
"It's you," Houtu said softly.
She uprooted the forget-me-not and took it back to the underworld.
After returning to the underworld, Houtu placed the Forget-Me-Not Grass on the banks of the Yellow Springs River.
It is infused with the power of its own laws.
This is to enlighten this forget-me-not plant.
Soon, the forget-me-not was successfully transformed into a human form.
He was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with a weathered face and compassionate eyes; he looked like an honest man.
He held a long pole in his hand, which was covered with runes and was emitting a faint light.
Houtu looked at the man who had been transformed from the Forget-Me-Not herb and said softly, "From this day forward, you will be the ferryman of the Yellow Springs River. Your duty is to guide the souls of the dead across the Yellow Springs, helping them let go of their past lives and enter the cycle of reincarnation."
The ferryman was extremely grateful to Houtu.
The goddess Houtu before him not only enlightened him.
He even found himself such a good job.
There was no reason to refuse.
He bowed slightly and responded to Houtu with utmost respect: "I will obey the command of Lady Houtu." (Lady Houtu is an honorific title; it is not only Houtu who has attained enlightenment who can be called Lady Houtu!)
Houtu nodded slightly and softly replied to the ferryman, saying, "Go!"
Upon hearing this, the ferryman also respectfully bowed to Houtu.
Immediately afterwards, he flashed and instantly arrived on the ferry boat.
"Oh!"
With a strange sound, the ferryman's figure instantly split into billions of clones.
He is the embodiment of the forget-me-not, nothing more than many clones.
Each clone is a leaf of his!
At the feet of each of his clones was a ferry boat.
And his figure, along with the Yellow Springs River, gradually faded into the distance.
At this time, Houtu had finished everything.
They also turned their attention to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
A hint of joy appeared in his eyes, and he murmured, "The merit should be coming soon, shouldn't it?!"
As Houtu finished speaking.
The entire tunnel suddenly began to shake violently.
The sacred land of the human race (that is, the valley where Nuwa created humans).
Nuwa also sensed this scene.
A slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
He spoke softly, facing the direction of the underworld:
"Greetings... Fellow Daoist Houtu!"
At this moment, everyone in the underworld stared blankly at what was above them.
The golden clouds of merit seemed to blot out the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see.
His face was full of confusion.
Even Pingpeng, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, was completely bewildered at this moment.
"What's going on? Why is the tunnel suddenly accumulating merit? I didn't receive any notification!"
As the golden clouds of merit above the void grew denser, even the Heavenly Dao, the elder brother, stepped in and contributed some of its own merit.
Humanity, being the weakest of the three paths, is clearly short of resources.
Although it was given, it was clear that the merit given was much less than that of the Heavenly Way and the Earthly Way.
next second.
The merits fell with a thud.
Although it is far less significant than the commotion when Nuwa created humans.
But more than half of them are also included.
And 80% of that fell on Houtu.
The remaining 15% falls on Meng Po, the Yellow Springs River, the Naihe Bridge, the ferry boat, and the ferryman.
The last half-finished part lingered in the void.
Ultimately, it flowed into the origin of the Heavenly Dao.
At this moment, the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man also spoke intermittently to Hong Yuan.
"Second...Second Uncle, Junior...Sister, the dojo...can't...give...you..."
Hong Yuan smiled and shook his head.
He understood the meaning of the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
This partial merit was given to the maiden under his command who bestowed that drop of primordial essence of heaven and earth upon Houtu.
However, since that girl is currently in his temple, the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man cannot interfere there.
However, due to the rules, they had no choice but to give it to them.
So I went to him!
After that, Hong Yuan didn't say much, but simply took the half-successful merit in his hand.
Then a thought occurred to me.
He casually tossed it into the Hongyuan Realm, where it landed on the young girl.
"Alright, it's been given!" Hong Yuan said with a light laugh.
San Dao was very grateful: "Thank you...Thank you...Second Uncle!"