Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 5 The Majestic Ferryman
"Where is this..." The vague consciousness gradually woke up, and a young man on the barren land opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment in confusion.

"Where is this place, and who am I?" The young man covered his forehead with one hand, trying to remember something, but he couldn't remember anything, who he was, what his name was, and where he was.

After several memories, he couldn't think of anything, and the boy began to observe the situation around him.

Behind him is the vast barren land, which can't be seen at a glance, while in front of him is the endless blue river, with red flowers on both sides of the river, like a carpet made of blood, which makes the young man want to pick it. desire.

There was a faint mist floating on the river water, and the smoke was lingering, and the situation in it could not be seen.

The young man stood there in a bit of confusion, and didn't know what to do. The desolate place and the self without memory made the young man at a loss.

During his confusion, on the misty river, a boat and a figure gradually revealed their figures and approached the shore.

With two pigtails, fiery red shawl, long hair, white and blue dress, thick-soled clogs, and holding an extremely huge sickle, she is full of majesty.

If Wu Feng had not lost her memory, she would have called out her name immediately, Onozuka Komachi, a ferryman on the Santu River.

"Is there only one undead this time?" It looked very majestic, and the sentence also revealed a strong sense of oppression, which made Wu Feng a little worried about what would happen to him next.

"Take all your money and cross the river"

"I don't seem to have any money." Wu Feng touched his trouser pockets that were cleaner than his face and spread out his hands and said. From the moment the girl appeared, Wu Feng had a feeling that he was dead. After the girl spoke, she was sure that she was an undead.

"Hey! You can actually speak!" Onozuka Komachi stared at Wu Feng with wide eyes curiously. Undeads generally can't speak, and even their consciousness is not very clear. Only monsters or humans with certain cultivation can maintain their consciousness and speak. say.It is rare to encounter talking undead.

"Uh, am I talking weird?"

"Well, it's very strange. You seem to have the power of death on your body. Forget it, I'm in a good mood today. Seeing that you're not in trouble, I'll give you a free ride. Let's get on the boat." Onozuka Komachi thought for a while, and gave Wu Feng a chance. position, let him get on board.

Along the way, Wu Feng found that the mother-in-law was very talkative, talking almost non-stop.

"What's your name?"

"I don't remember." Wu Feng shook his head and said that he didn't remember anything.

"Amnesia? It is possible to lose memory after death. Why do you have no money? As long as someone pays homage to you after death, you will have money. Are there no relatives and friends who will burn you money?"

Wu Feng continued to shake his head, but a blue vein appeared on his forehead, not to say how could he possibly know about amnesia!

"Then how did you die"

Just when Wu Feng opened his mouth to say that he didn't remember, a vague feeling emerged in his mind, and he immediately changed his tone.

"I was trapped to death" Wu Feng insisted
"Didn't you lose your memory, how would you know?"

Nima, you still ask when you know I have amnesia... Wu Feng turned his head over the coffee table angrily
"Absolutely fucked up, my brain told me so"

Of course, there are also many useful things. For example, the place they are going to go now is the hell where the Supreme Judge of Paradise is.

"Lord Shiki, I have brought a new undead." After several hours of travel, Onozuka Komachi brought Wu Feng to a building.

Before he finished speaking, the stick of repentance fell on Onozuka Komachi's head, and there was a crisp blow, followed by a long lecture.

"Komachi, are you being lazy again? It's not your job to transport the undead. Do you know how important the ferrying of the Santu River is? It is very likely that a large number of undead cannot be reincarnated in time. The last time was because of you. Laziness has caused a lot of trouble in the lodging flower of the dead, and it took a lot of time to solve it, haven't you learned a lesson yet..."

Onozuka Komachi's reaction made Wu Feng instantly stunned, and his full sense of majesty suddenly faded away like chastity, and he became cute at once. He looked at the girl holding the penitent stick with teary eyes, and said aggrievedly with his little hands covering the place where he was beaten.
"Lord Siji, I'm not being lazy this time. I don't know why the number of undead has been greatly reduced recently in the area under my control. There are almost no undead who can cross the Santu River. I happened to find a very rare undead with amnesia, which awakened the power of death. There is no injustice or merit, so I brought it here in advance."

Just when Wu Feng watched Onozuka Komachi in a daze, he struck down with a repentance stick, but this time the target was changed to Wu Feng.

"It hurts!" Wu Feng finally understood why Onozuka Komachi had that expression just now, because...it really hurts! !

"You too, you have neither injustice nor merit on your body, which makes it difficult to handle. You can't be sent to hell to serve your sentence, and you can't meet the standards for entering the heaven. The requirements for reincarnation are also far behind, so you can only live in the underworld." The voice was slightly distressed.

Wu Feng then took a closer look at the girl holding the penitent stick. If she didn't have the two sticks just now, she would definitely be considered a literary girl, with dark green shoulder-length short hair fluttering in the wind, and a dark blue top with a white shirt underneath. The lower body is black socks and a blue short skirt.

The supreme judge of the park is Shiji Yingji, a beautiful girl who seems to be quiet.

"By the way, the manager of the underworld has just been in office for a hundred years and has been calling for lack of people. It just so happens that you also have the ability to die, so let you go there and accumulate merits." Ji Yingji clapped his hands and made a decision, then Said to Onozuka Komachi again.

"Anyway, you are also being lazy. Send him to Baiyulou as punishment."

"Hey? How can this be!"

Siji Yingji looked very busy, and then disappeared in front of her eyes.

When Wu Feng turned back again, the huge sickle was already on his neck, and the red eyes of Onozuka Komachi greeted him.

"You didn't see anything just now"

"that"

"You didn't see anything just now!"

"...well, I didn't see anything"

Onozuka Komachi took back the sickle and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you want to say just now?"

"..." Wu Feng silently pointed his finger behind her, unable to bear to look directly on his face.

Komachi was greeted by Shiki Eihime's seemingly calm eyes, but the raging flames inside showed the mood of the owner of those eyes.

"Komachi! That's how you work!"

Then came the clack of a penitent stick and a half-hour-long sermon.

When Onozuka Komachi reappeared, her red eyes were completely red and swollen, and her face was full of grievances.

"Well, is Onozuka-san okay?"

Onozuka Komachi glared at Wu Feng, but did not do anything.

"Thank you for being beaten so hard, it hurts, woohoo"

"Miss Onozuka"

"Call me Komachi... Onozuka is too ugly"

"Komachi, is the place we are going to be dangerous? You seem reluctant to go."

"It's not dangerous at all. No one dares to make trouble in that foodie place, and there are countless cherry trees there. Every spring, it can be called a spectacle of the underworld, and many ghosts will visit it."

"why?"

"Because there will be a lot of trash on the road, it's annoying..."

(End of this chapter)