Chapter 453: Corpse Face!

Wang Baole's memory of the way he set off was a little fuzzy, it seemed that the dream was so real that he was both familiar and unfamiliar with everything now.

So on the way back, after singing the soul ballad many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky, unconsciously, he thought of his dream again.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the most handsome man in the Federation, and at the same time he had some confidante, such as Little White Rabbit, such as Zhao Yameng, such as Li Wan'er, such as Li Yi, and Li Xiu...

"No, there is no Li Yi!" Wang Baole thought for a while, and at the same time, he felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he couldn't remember clearly, but this made his heart tremble, feeling incredible, but also a little scared up.

"No way, in my dream... no, I'm not that kind of person, Wang Baole!!" Wang Baole was startled, and hurried to recall the things in his dream, and gradually remembered something, knowing that Li Xiu was just the younger brother of his bosom friend in the dream, This is the real relief.

But as the memories in the dream surfaced, for some reason in his heart, he felt a burst of reluctance, towards his parents in his dream, towards his friends and confidantes, towards the Federation...

"It's just a dream..." Wang Baole sighed softly in his heart. The old man in front of him looked back at Wang Baole and spoke softly.

"Baole, are you still thinking about the Federation in your dream?"

Hearing this, Wang Baole raised his head, looked at his master, thought for a while and asked a question.

"Master, why do people dream? The dream of this federation is too real..."

The old man looked at Wang Baole with a loving face, raised his hand and touched Wang Baole's head, and spoke gently.

"Baole, as Mingzi, you have to know that there are no dreams in this world. The so-called dreams... are actually another self!"

"Another me?" Wang Baole was a little ignorant, and was about to ask, when suddenly he found a finger on Master's palm that was dissipating, which made him immediately forget about the dream, and exclaimed.

"Master, your finger..."

The old man looked down at his fingers, and smiled slightly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but he was more kind when he looked at Wang Baole.

"It's okay, just some injuries in the early years."

Wang Baole wanted to ask more questions, but the old man had already turned around, swung the lights and oars, causing the lone boat to go away, gradually crossing the starry sky, until after a long time...appeared in a bright star field.

This star field is filled with shining stars. The number of these stars is probably more than a million! !

And every star has illusory gates that are many times larger than the stars. Standing there, the appearance of these gates is almost the same, full of vicissitudes and simplicity, magnificent, and it is difficult to describe its vastness.

In short, looking around, the stars here are endless, and the gates are also endless... At the same time, there are rivers of souls, shuttling through these gates, passing through all the illusory gates, and surrounding the star field.

There are also a large number of monks flying in the starry sky, seeming to be guiding and guarding. After they saw Wang Baole's master, they all paid respectful respect. From their expressions, it can be seen that they treat the old man extremely Admiration comes from the heart.

For these visits, it was difficult for the old man to respond one by one. He just nodded slightly and spoke softly at the same time, as if he was talking to himself or explaining.

"This is the door to rebirth!"

"The Gate of Rebirth..." Wang Baole murmured, his mind shaking, until the boat moved forward to the center of this star field, where there was a star... so huge, it even surpassed it to a certain extent. The giant stars of the solar system!

The moment he saw this star, Wang Baole was shocked and his mind was overwhelmed.

This star is too big, its colors are colorful and symmetrical, and there are a lot of dead souls scattered from this star. From a distance, this star is like the source of the river Styx, and the souls it emits converge into a river , spread out, became a tributary, and entered the different gates of rebirth around!

"This is the responsibility of Mingzong, reincarnation!" The old man's voice echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already stunned by this scene at this moment, until when the lone boat entered the star as big as the solar system, he saw the star on the surface of the star. On the sky, there are countless mountains, rivers, and... that endless palace! !

On the land in the distance, you can still see many ferocious beasts with a height of ten thousand feet, without any hostility, with peace, helping the monks to build a... even more majestic stone monument!

This stele is only in its infancy now, it already seems to be taller than the sky, it is extremely spectacular!

And, countless Mingzong monks are constantly wandering on this star and in this star field. Wang Baole is obviously unfamiliar with all this, but he instinctively told himself that these are all familiar. These feelings are intertwined, making his breathing a little disordered, and he is often at a loss.

Until the lone boat where his master was, he took him to the highest mountain range in this star, where there were many palaces and boundless palaces, not only on the ground, there were countless halls and monks, but also in the sky. , countless palaces floating, countless monks shuttling, and even giant beasts like Kunpeng cruising in the sky.

All of this caused strong fluctuations in Wang Baole's mind, and he didn't even notice that his master was leading him, and after landing outside a palace, he had already gone away until a voice came from his ear. With a voice of complaint, Wang Baole woke up.

"Why are there so many this time? I'm busy. Baole, why are you in a daze? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Come and help me!" It was a young man who spoke. There were still some freckles on his face, and there was a sense of helplessness in his expression. He looked at the river of souls formed by the densely packed souls extradited by Ming Kunzi in the sky, and sighed.

Wang Baole hurriedly turned his head. When he saw the young man, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory. He realized that this was his senior brother and hurried over, but he didn't know what he was going to do, so he hesitated and asked.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"You don't want to be lazy again, Baole, this time there are too many souls, brother is too busy, you can't be lazy today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a large hall Inside, this hall is as big as half a city. While it is magnificent, there are nine statues erected inside. One of these nine statues is none other than Mingkunzi!

Obviously, the other eight are exactly the same identity as Ming Kunzi... the Great Elder of Mingzong!

And in the center of these nine statues, there are bronze mirrors the size of a person. There are so many bronze mirrors here that they are innumerable, at least there are millions of them, and in front of each bronze mirror, there is a ghost. Monk Zong sat there, constantly drawing in front of the mirror...

At the same time, among these millions of bronze mirrors, two bronze mirrors are extremely conspicuous, not only bigger, but also different in color from other bronze mirrors. The others are all copper in color, but these two mirrors are purple. It's like a master mirror!

As for Wang Baole, he was dragged by his senior brother, and under the greetings of other people, he went all the way to the two main mirrors, saying nothing to let him go.

This made Wang Baole's head a little dizzy. Everything around him was unfamiliar yet familiar, but he really didn't know what to do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help asking another question.

"Brother, what am I going to do?"

The young man with freckles on his face took a deep look at Wang Baole and spoke softly.

"Bao Le, don't you know how to paint the face of a corpse..."

"Corpse face!" Wang Baole's body shook, and he looked at the purple bronze mirror in front of him. On the bronze mirror, a ray of dead soul gradually emerged, and it was clasping fists towards Wang Baole. It had no appearance, no facial features...

"Bao Le, don't be sloppy, these dead souls, after they come here, their appearance in life will slowly dissipate, so you have to follow the guidance of heaven, paint these souls, and decide what you paint. After reincarnation, the initial appearance of the next life!" The young man said, ignoring Wang Baole, but using his finger as a pen to outline the appearance of the dead soul in the bronze mirror.

Wang Baole's breathing was a little short. Naturally, he knew the method of corpse face, but he couldn't remember whether he knew it originally or learned it in a dream. At this moment, his memory was a little confused. Seeing the dead soul waiting, he also Putting down his thoughts, he raised his right hand, closed his eyes, and the method of corpse face that he had learned appeared in his mind.

First draw the eyebrows and eyes of the corpse, then the nose of the corpse, and then the lips of the corpse, and finally form...the face of the corpse!

After a long while, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened, and his right index finger dropped instantly. He was about to draw, but for some reason, a will came to his mind. He seemed to see a baby girl born in a star. All fate from birth to death...

This is not this soul's previous life, but his next life!

As for its fate, he couldn't remember it clearly after reading it, only its appearance... eternally appeared in his mind, forming a guide, making his hand gradually begin to outline on the dead soul...