The rolling red dust and the eastward flowing water have exhausted all heroes.

  Chen Wenbin's eyes were the River of Forgetfulness, and now he was standing on the riverbank between the two realms of yin and yang. However, he would never have the chance to return to the other side of the bridge again.

  Because the Yellow Spring is a road with no return, this point Zha Wenbin naturally understood clearly, but he also knew another secret of the River of Forgetfulness:

  Some infatuated people, in order to reunite with their loved ones in the next life, can choose not to drink Meng Po's soup. Instead, they must jump into the River of Forgetfulness and wait for a thousand years before being reborn. In those thousand years, you may catch a glimpse of your loved one walking across the bridge, but language is no longer a barrier, you see him, he doesn't see you. For a thousand years, you watch as he walks back and forth across Naihe Bridge, drinking bowl after bowl of Meng Po's soup, hoping that he won't drink it, yet fearing that he can't bear the suffering of being tormented for a thousand years in the River of Forgetfulness, nor the loneliness of waiting.

  Drink Meng Po's soup, and the past dust and old dreams are gone, cutting off the cause and effect of the previous life. Forget all the gains and losses in this life, the love and hatred, the affection and resentment, and meet again as strangers in the next life; Jump into the river of forgetfulness, in the turbulent waves, being bitten by the copper snake and iron dog, suffering from torture and unable to escape.

  After a thousand years, if the heart's memory is not extinguished, one can still recall past life events and re-enter the mortal world to search for the person they loved most in their previous life.

  However, there is one way to do it, and that is to jump into the River of Forgetfulness.

  It is said that before the Naihe Bridge was built, this place was a necessary path to the underworld. If you want to reincarnate, you must cross this river.

  At that time, the river of oblivion also had another name called "Three Paths River".

  The River of Three Crossings is also called the River of Three Crossings. According to legend, the "River of Three Crossings" is the dividing line between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Because the water flow will be divided into slow, ordinary and rapid three kinds according to the behavior of the deceased in his lifetime, it is called "Three Crossings".

  Just as birth and death can only be transcended through reincarnation, the way to cross the "River of Three Crossings" is also unique, that is, the ferry on the "River of Three Crossings", there is no other way besides this.

  However, the ferry requires a fare, and spirits without road fees cannot board the ferry. Even if they do, they will be thrown into the "Three Paths River" by the boatman. This is also why after someone dies, we must put a basin of incense money in his coffin.

  All relatives and friends who come to mourn must sincerely burn a bundle of paper money, which is considered as the fare for them. The incense candles are mainly used to show respect to the yin messengers and boatmen, so people who burn them must be sincere, therefore they often kneel down to burn them.

  Those souls who cannot cross the river under the drive of reincarnation will wade through the water, but the water of the "Three Paths River" not only has no buoyancy, but also has a strong corrosive poison that can corrode the soul. Those souls who enter the water will never have the opportunity to land again and can only become the water ghosts in the "Three Paths River".

  The eternal pain of being unable to reincarnate and the icy cold river water made those vengeful spirits jealous of other souls who still had hope for rebirth. As soon as a soul fell into the water, they would swarm up and drag it down to the riverbed, turning it into one of them, a vengeful spirit.

  So since the existence of Naihe Bridge, no soul has crossed the River of Forgetfulness again, because the sins here are really unbearable for any soul. Even if a small number of people know about the thousand-year legend here, most of them cannot survive these years, and their souls have long been tortured by endless pain, their bodies shattered.

  Cha Wenbin was standing at the bridgehead, with a thought in his heart guiding him to walk towards the river bank. Countless vengeful spirits below were wailing and howling, the Ten Halls of Yanluo were filled with ghostly cries and wolf-like howls, as if Raksha had reappeared.

  With a splash, he plunged headfirst into the surging Blood River of Forgetfulness and instantly vanished into the river's flow. Only the clusters of flowers on both banks of the river remained, swaying gently in the wind. They were a deep crimson, the only color on the Yellow Spring Road, also known as the "Road of Firelight". Spirits tread on these flowers to reach the underworld. This is also another origin of the Longming Lamp: when the oil runs out and the lamp goes out, the flower wilts and the person dies!

  In the rolling River of Forgetfulness, Cha Wenbin only felt a piercing pain in his body being enveloped by a circle of white light. The evil spirits that had gathered scattered and hid, some not having time to dodge were instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

  As he struggled, he saw a man-like figure sitting at the bow of the boat, wearing a raincoat and holding a fishing rod with one hand, but there was no hook on the line.

  How can this fallen soul be allowed to escape?

  Countless dark boats sailed down from upstream like evil spirits, and were about to catch up with Cha Wenbin. Unexpectedly, the Taoist-like man in green clothes raised his pole and lifted it, and Cha Wenbin was hooked onto the boat by him.

  "Go, with my three thousand years of forgetting the river, in exchange for your ten years of life in the mortal world!" As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-clothed Taoist priest waved his hand, and Cha Wenbin fell into the River of Forgetting once again like a kite that had its string cut.

  The sky suddenly turned dark again, two clouds collided violently, lightning flashed like a python in the sky, and the thunder shook everyone's eardrums.

  It's raining, and the yellow bean-like raindrops are pounding against each of their faces like hailstones.

  Silent sobs, tears and rainwater merged as one, no longer distinguishable from each other.

  Chao's knees had gone numb, he couldn't believe that his Wenbin brother would leave them like this, he was so invincible, how could he possibly die quietly, lying dead in the wilderness!

  "He's gone! Chaozi, get up! He's already left, we can't let Wenbin get rained on anymore, get up!" Old Wang's throat was already hoarse from such persuasion that had been going on for a whole day. Chaozi knelt in front of Cha Wenbin's body like this, never leaving half a step, and others couldn't even think about getting close to half a step.

  Zhuo Xiong and Heng Rou's faces were as stiff as wooden stakes, kneeling on either side. These three people had been blown by the wind and rain for a whole day without eating or drinking.

  Old Wang understood that if they continued like this, they would never leave the forest and would all be buried here. It wasn't that he was willing to let Wen Bin go, but rather that the most important task at hand was survival, and only by surviving could they do justice to Wen Bin's sacrifice.

  "Kids, I know you're suffering, I'm suffering too. But Wenbin is gone, we have to keep living, we have to move on. Listen to me, let's take him away from here together and let him rest in peace! You can't go on like this, even if Wenbin is underground, he won't be at peace!"

  "Get out! Get out of here!" These were the first words Chaozi said today, his fists clenched tightly in his hands, his bones cracking with a "crackling" sound.

  "I...", Old Wang was at a loss for words, he understood what Chaozi resented in his heart, but he still said "After we get back, you can beat me or scold me as you please, but right now we really can't delay any longer, hurry up and get going!"

  "If you're afraid of death, you can leave first, no one will stop you." Even Zhōu Xióng, who usually spoke steadily, said this. Old Wáng knew they were done for; after losing Chá Wénbīn, they were completely finished. A team without a soul was doomed to be a walking corpse, and any gust of wind could capsize them. He slowly closed his eyes and silently recited: "Wénbīn, wait for us, brothers will soon come down to accompany you."

  At some point, the sky began to clear up, and when the dark clouds dispersed, a hint of sunset appeared on the horizon. The fiery clouds seemed to be burning the lake water dry, reflecting the red glow onto everyone's face. Unfortunately, such a beautiful scene was not appreciated by anyone. The three of them were still kneeling in front of Wen Bin, while Old Wang was quietly burning paper money beside them, which was also taken out from Wen Bin's bag.

  It's unclear whether it was rainwater or sweat, but from Chaozi's hair tip, a crystal clear water column formed, and through it, the sunset was so beautiful. This drop of water had been hanging on his hair tip, swaying precariously, wanting to fall several times but unable to, just like how they couldn't bear to part with Chaowenbin, it too was reluctant to let go.

  Old Wang muttered to himself, "Wenbin, may you have a good journey," as he licked the new paper money. The ashes on the ground had already burned thickly, and some of the paper money was still intact. He picked up a small stick and poked at it. Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and a burning banknote flew up into the air. Old Wang stood up, watching as it soared higher and higher...

  "Drip", the drop of sweat on Cha Wenbin's forehead finally fell, landing right on the corner of his mouth. If someone had seen it, they would have noticed that the corner of Cha Wenbin's mouth twitched slightly.

  "Thud", the man could no longer hold on and fell heavily into Cha Wenbin's arms...

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