318: Chapter 116: Someone Has to Do the Mending 318: Chapter 116: Someone Has to Do the Mending “Let’s go to the other side and seal the rift!”
The Red-Robed Elder spoke earnestly, “I must ask junior sister and your young friends to lend us a hand.
If you remain here, it won’t be easy to deal with the agents from the Special Service Bureau once they arrive.”
It sounded as if we were some kind of hazardous medical waste…
Li Mumu actually had no objections, but she was somewhat concerned about what the Red-Robed Elder had referred to as a “plan that can’t be made right now.”
Could it be what I think it means?
In a future era, they designed traps to ensnare people from the past, and no matter what cards you hold, for them, it’s already historical fact.
Could they really be that despicable?
Is this even playable?
While they were talking, more than a dozen injured Rakshasas could no longer withstand the assault from the Water of Netherworld Springs and, feeling drowsy, simply fell asleep.
A flicker of blood light flashed under the Red-Robed Elder’s feet, and everyone was gathered into the Blood River Map.
This was the second time Mumu had seen the Blood River Map tonight, and no matter how many times she saw it, it always seemed magical.
The Investiture of the Gods recorded the Map of Mountains and Rivers crafted by Empress Nvwa and the Tai Chi Diagram by Laozi.
Both were like ancient scroll paintings that rolled up when not in use, and when spread out on the ground, they would form their own worlds.
The Dharma Treasure controlled by the Red Lantern Society, the “Forgetful River Blood River Map,” appeared on the surface to be a swath of blood-red silk.
When unfolded, it was like the chaos girdle that Nezha held in the cartoons; with a gentle wave, the heavens and earth would change color.
The entire Blood River Map was woven from Red String, which was a unique feature of the Guiding Bodhisattva Divine Arts system.
However, this type of Red String was even more delicate and shimmered with silvery-white flowing light, possessing extremely profound power.
With just a gentle sweep before her eyes, Mumu found herself involuntarily entering the Forgetful River Blood River Map.
Looking around, she saw waves of blood-red silk threads everywhere.
Although it seemed terrifying, for a disciple who practiced the Guiding Bodhisattva Divine Arts system, it was almost like an extension of their own body, able to expand or shrink space at will.
Looking at the space inside, it seemed like it could easily accommodate three to five hundred more people.
Wendy was not quite comfortable in this environment, but her intense curiosity helped her overcome these trivial difficulties.
“I wonder how the Netherworld Springs of the Eastern Netherworld differ from the Ming River in Western Hell.”
Upon hearing that they were heading to the Netherworld, Wendy was very excited.
She was in the process of planning a financial exchange business between the worlds of the living and the dead, and this was a perfect opportunity to conduct a field investigation.
After everyone had entered the Blood River Map, the Red-Robed Elder did not stop there, manipulating the Blood River Map to remove a layer of the earth and air around the explosion site.
Zuo Yan had just finished sending messages through a Secret Technique when she saw there were no more juniors left at the scene, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Hehe, if we all go over there, there will be no one left at home.
Should we wake up Shanhu?”
“Don’t call me Hehe.”
Trying to maintain the dignity of an elder, the red-robed woman glared fiercely at her, “Leave a message for Shanhu, just say we all died.”
“Ah?”
Zuo Yan, stunned, said, “Isn’t that a bit too much?”
“She has slept for so long, it’s time for her to get to work.
Moreover, we have suffered a great loss here, so some people need to pay a corresponding price.”
The woman in red sneered, “When Shanhu gets crazy, she doesn’t hold back against anyone.”
……
Riding the Dharma Treasure through the dimensional barrier hardly gave any physical sensation, but the instant they left the Blood River Map, a sudden intense pressure nearly squeezed dinner out of Li Mumu’s stomach.
This was the bottom of a body of water, or rather, a riverbed.
All around was the dark oppressive river water, not a single streak of light could be seen, only the Blood River Map below her feet flashed with a faint blood-red glow, barely illuminating about three feet around her.
Countless Red Strings danced out from the Blood River Map, extending in all directions, vaguely making out massive figures slowly moving in the water.
Those were silkworms.
Li Mumu understood instantly what was going on, she had arrived at the Netherworld Springs, the Red-Robed Elders had revealed their mythical creature forms, using the Blood River Map as a patch to block the dimensional rift, and then began to repair the surrounding area.
The Guiding Bodhisattva, Holy Mother of Red Lotus, these two divine names respectively correspond to the clerical authorities of the Overseas Netherworld and the Eastern Hell.
As a disciple under the Holy Mother of Red Lotus, traveling between the realms of yin and yang was routine, and the Water of Netherworld could not pose a threat to them.
But it was different for ordinary people; the Lamp Holding Rakshasas, who handled daily matters within the society, were almost all in mortal bodies, only able to withstand the assault temporarily, which is why they had to enter the Blood River Map to sleep, thereby minimizing the erosion hazard of the Netherworld Springs to the greatest extent.
Li Mumu and Wendy were auxiliary members.
The Red-Robed Elder had brought them along without arranging specific tasks for them.
Whether the real purpose was for them to help or just to keep these two from causing trouble elsewhere was up for debate.
“Let’s go out and help them!”
Having come all this way, Li Mumu felt it inappropriate to just stand there, arms akimbo, watching others work hard, especially since finishing earlier meant getting home sooner, so she prepared to reveal her true form.
Wendy, however, had other plans.
“This should be the riverbed, right?”
“I guess so?”
Li Mumu wasn’t quite sure either.
It did indeed look like a riverbed, but Li Mumu had never seen what the Netherworld Springs actually looked like.
“Should we go out and see?”
Wendy raised her hand and pointed upwards, “I see their work isn’t going to be finished anytime soon, and they don’t expect us to be of much help.
Why don’t we take a stroll outside before coming back?”
Li Mumu was very tempted but after thinking it over she shook her head, “Let’s help first, then go out to play.”
Seeing the Elders looking so formidable, Li Mumu felt that she should leave them with an impression of an obedient and sensible person.
Not only would this maintain her own personal image, but it could also provide a safety net when trouble arose in the future.
In her culture, common expectations for someone’s own children are to be “perceptive” and “cunning”.
Running off to play at this time would definitely cost her points.
Wendy was just the idea person, leaving the final decision to Li Mumu.
Consequently, the two of them revealed their true forms—death’s scythe-wielding cloak figures and multi-armed forms—and immediately felt the invisible pressure around them reduce significantly.
Saying “reveal their true form” isn’t quite accurate; it’s more like “subspace projection”…
ugh, that’s not a good term either!
It’s actually just the materialization of their personal cultivation mystical system in the Outer Dimension.
The Outer Dimension, compared to the Real World, is more susceptible to the influence of “subjective perception.” Without the knowledge of the Brain Closure Technique, one’s inner self would be completely exposed, making it vulnerable to corruption.