Chapter 025: The Gate of Ghosts

Wang Bo thought, that's right, the transmigrators weren't his enemies, so why should he be so afraid.

Although so far, Wang Bo had clashed with many transmigrators, that didn't mean all transmigrators would clash with her; perhaps the one at Mount Meru would receive him happily upon seeing him.

In that case, why should he be so scared.

Reminded by his cheat, Wang Bo immediately calmed down.

He looked toward Mount Meru, feeling eager to try; maybe he should make a trip to Mount Meru?

But before that, Wang Bo felt he should first find out what exactly had happened at Mount Meru. Knowing yourself and your enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles. Having made up his mind, Wang Bo flickered and headed in a certain direction.

Not Mount Meru, but Fengdu!

Yes, Wang Bo planned to go to the underworld, find Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, and ask what had happened at Mount Meru, and which great power was the transmigrator who forced Mount Meru to seal itself off.

Wang Bo moved very fast, arriving at Fengdu in the blink of an eye.

This was the junction between the yin realm and the yang world, the edge of death. A huge city gate stood here. Wang Bo looked up and saw a large plaque hanging on the gate, inscribed with seven large golden characters: 'Youmen Difu Guimen Guan' (Ghost Gate Pass of the Netherworld).

Outside the Gate of Ghosts, a long line stretched, with old and young, men and women, each with blank expressions and numb looks, stretching endlessly.

Wang Bo could tell that these were not living people, but ghosts.

Yin officials in official robes were patrolling around, maintaining order in front of the Gate of Ghosts.

As Wang Bo approached the Gate of Ghosts, several patrolling yin officials surrounded him from all directions, blocking his way. The leading yin official cupped his hands and bowed, "Greetings, esteemed master. May I ask what business brings you to our Gate of Ghosts?"

A ghost officer naturally had to have good judgment. Wang Bo looked completely different from those dazed spirits. Although he couldn't see through Wang Bo's depth, he knew this was definitely a cultivated master.

If not a master, one wouldn't dare come to the Gate of Ghosts; this was no good place.

The mere yin energy lingering here was enough to make the living retreat three feet away.

But the visitor was unafraid, with a composed expression, clearly not someone a low-level yin official like him could afford to offend.

Wang Bo stopped and said to the surrounding yin officials, "I wish to pass through the Gate of Ghosts today, go to the underworld, and ask Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva a question. I ask you to grant me passage."

Hearing this, the yin official immediately felt relieved that he had been cautious. Someone who dared to seek Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva was definitely no ordinary character. Having worked here for who knows how many years, he had truly never seen anyone dare to seek Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva.

So the ghost official waved his hand and cleared the way, "Esteemed master, please."

After all, with his power, he couldn't stop the other party anyway, so he might as well do a favor.

"Thank you," Wang Bo nodded and took the opportunity to enter the Gate of Ghosts. From this moment on, Wang Bo had completely left the yang world and entered the yin realm.

The biggest difference between the yin realm and the yang world was that the yin energy floating in the air instantly became ten times, a hundred times denser.

The further forward, the denser the yin energy.

If an ordinary living person were thrown here, the dense yin energy would instantly corrode their flesh and soul, turning them into a dazed walking corpse.

The yin realm could definitely be called a forbidden zone for the living.

But Wang Bo was unafraid; his body was a projection formed by magical power, not flesh and blood, so it couldn't be eroded by the dense yin energy.

After entering the underworld, Wang Bo journeyed forward and soon arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness, where he saw Meng Po before the bridge.

Her reputation was no less than that of other immortals and buddhas.

Whenever the underworld is mentioned, Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Meng Po, and the Judge are unavoidable topics.

In myths and legends, Meng Po is always depicted as a kind old grandmother, but Wang Bo knew well that most immortals and gods were skilled in several transformation arts, able to make their appearance large or small, loli or mature, though most maintained their original form.

The Meng Po before Wang Bo closely resembled the one in myths—a white-haired old grandmother.

But Wang Bo did not believe this was Meng Po's true form.

Wang Bo approached Meng Po and stopped. Meng Po looked up at him and said, "Do you know that entering the Gate of Ghosts without a token is a grave offense, punishable by the Eighteenth Level of Hell?"

Wang Bo shook his head. He certainly did not know that, but even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

"I have come today to ask Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva a question. I beg you, Lady Meng Po, to do me a favor and tell me where Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva is."

To be honest, this was Wang Bo's first time entering the underworld. It was vast, and he truly had no idea where to find Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, so he planned to ask Meng Po for directions.

Meng Po asked curiously, "You seek Kṣitigarbha?"

"Yes."

"For what purpose?"

"Mount Meru," Wang Bo said frankly. "I want to know what exactly happened on Mount Meru."

"And if you know, what then?"

"Then I'll go to Mount Meru and see for myself. Perhaps I might find an acquaintance there."

Meng Po grew even more astonished. After a moment's thought, she pointed in a direction and said, "Go in that direction, and you will see Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Wang Bo cupped his hands in thanks, but before leaving, he suddenly said, "By the way, Lady Meng Po, could you give me some of the Meng Po soup?"

After all, it was a legendary item said to wash away the past memories of humans. Wang Bo, intrigued by the novelty, naturally wanted to obtain some.

Meng Po did not refuse. She gave Wang Bo a bottle containing enough Meng Po soup for several hundred people.

In her eyes, this stuff was worthless—its raw material was the water from the Bridge of Helplessness, available in endless supply. Giving some to this mysterious fellow as a favor was not a bad idea.

Wang Bo took the bottle, thanked Meng Po again, and then set off in the direction she had indicated.

He sped along, and in no time at all, he arrived at Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva's place of practice in the underworld.

The site was vast. Although it was in the underworld, there was not a trace of yin energy around it. Instead, Kṣitigarbha's golden body radiated boundless light, buddhas chanted meditation sounds, and arhats lent their support—a paradise on earth, a land of ultimate bliss.

Within the site, one after another, vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts, under the sound of the meditation chants, had their ghostly aura and ferocity purified, transforming into peaceful-looking souls.

Some souls bowed respectfully and then turned to leave.

But others did not leave; instead, they knocked their heads on the ground, willing to take refuge.

After entering the site, Wang Bo did not pause. With a flicker, he went deep into the site, heading straight for where Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva was.

Before long, Wang Bo saw Kṣitigarbha, seated in a lotus position, reciting sutras.