When the time in Shanquan County became daylight, apart from the first sound heard, no ghosts were seen on the ground again.
But Chu Cheng could still feel the sound of wind whistling underground.
The wind was not violent, but it was still stronger than the light wind.
These all come from the activities of ghosts underground.
Ghosts are different from people. Although it is daytime, it is still dark underground. They do not need to be like living creatures and need to supplement their sleep to rest.
Therefore, there will always be some sounds in the ground from time to time.
People have long been accustomed to it. On the other side of the hill, smoke is rising from cooking stoves, and noisy sounds are also heard one after another.
There was the sound of chopping firewood, and the sound of clothes being washed and tossed in the pool.
Birds chirp and insects chirp. When the cock crow subsides, the barking of dogs spreads through the streets.
Chu Cheng walked very slowly, and a painting gradually appeared in his mind. However, he had no pen in his hand, otherwise, he would have painted this paradise by himself.
He saw several children digging in the mud and picking up fruits on the edge of the field. They were laughing and smearing dirt on each other's faces, full of vigor.
"Perhaps, the monks of the Cangmang Dao Alliance would not have thought that the uninhabited land, which is extremely dangerous to them, is actually safer than the rest of Cangmang."
Everywhere in the world, there are rivers and lakes. There are currents.
However, things are different in the Netherworld. As long as there is flowing water, it will not be truly peaceful. If it is frozen, it is different.
In the Netherworld, all flowing water is frozen.
A river can float thousands of feet high, but as long as it is frozen, it will never rise again.
This is the case in this netherworld.
There are rivers and lakes here, but they have become glacial lakes. There will be no undercurrents here.
There are no disputes between human races, and there is harmony between humans and ghosts. Therefore, there are rarely flashes of swords and blood.
And all these are attributed to the Lord of the Netherworld.
This is the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the true region that can be called the Pure Land.
"Master Zuo!"
The two of them walked neither fast nor slowly, and they stopped more or less when they landed. Therefore, many people were able to see them.
When they saw Zuo Feiang, they were also excited.
This is their patron saint, but it rarely appears in front of people.
When Zuo Feiang heard the shout, he turned around and nodded and smiled at those people.
As a patrol monitor, it must be extremely intimidating to those ghosts who are scattered outside and are not bound by the laws.
But as the lord of a county, he is the patron saint to the humans and ghosts here, so he is naturally friendly and approachable.
Chu Cheng's consciousness did not disperse, but he saw many people.
Most of these people are mortals, and not many practice. But they all have thick smiles on their faces.
This is the passion for life. What is passion? It is when there is no harm, no harm, and plenty of food and clothing. Otherwise, most people would have faces full of misery, and where would the laughter come from.
"When I was young, I heard the elders in the village mention that before His Highness Netherworld appeared, there were no laws in the world. There were ghosts everywhere eating people."
"The number of living beings is very rare, and the number of human beings is even rarer. If it weren't for the hard support of a few great masters of the realm of destruction. Even so, the human race would just be eking out an ignoble existence."
"I can take care of one day, but I can't take care of another day. Because no one knows what will happen in the next moment. Whether he is alive or in the belly of a ghost."
Zuo Feiang raised his head and looked at the blue sky illuminated by countless stars.
There was gratitude in his eyes, gratitude to the Lord of the Netherworld.
If it weren't for the Lord of the Netherworld, he wouldn't have achieved such success in that chaos, and he might have been killed by the blood of ghosts long ago.
It is precisely because of the protection of the Lord of the Netherworld that Zuo Feiang can take the second step. Because there is enough time to practice in peace.
For geniuses, the most important thing is time.
Zuo Feiang is undoubtedly a genius, otherwise he would not have become a strong man in Nirvana.
"Zuo Mou's lifelong wish is to see His Highness Youming with his own eyes. Even if he looks at it from a distance, his wish can be fulfilled."
"The reason why Zuo joined the Netherworld Palace and became a patrol supervisor was not solely for the purpose of cultivating resources. There are few human beings in the world, but the resources are extremely abundant. Even if you find it on your own, you can far exceed the resources distributed by the Netherworld Palace.
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Chu Cheng withdrew his gaze from the countryside and turned to look at the middle-aged man, but did not speak.
Zuo Feiang continued to talk to himself: "Zuo became the patrol supervisor and the lord of a county. The purpose is to be able to protect those people like His Highness Youming."
"Zuo hopes that some people can live a carefree life because of my existence."
Chu Cheng nodded, his eyes flickering, no one knew what he was thinking.
Only he himself knows that he is increasingly eager to see the Lord of the Netherworld.
To be able to turn this most chaotic netherworld into a peaceful place, in addition to the means of reaching the sky, it also requires a powerful charm that makes people willing to be subdued in front of it.
It allows humans and ghosts to coexist without any disputes. It also shows that the Lord of the Netherworld cares about the common people and is not as ruthless as outside rumors say.
There may be some misunderstanding, but it has not been resolved.
For being able to do this, it would not be an exaggeration to call the Lord of the Netherworld a saint.
For such a being, Chu Cheng found the Lord of the Netherworld, and coupled with his friendship with the little fat insect, there was absolutely no reason to do anything to him.
The two of them did not speak again. This time, Zuo Feiang walked in front of Chu Cheng.
As we continued to move forward, we became inaccessible, and even the movement underground was inaudible.
There is only one mountain in front of it. The mountain is surrounded by lakes on all sides.
There are no lotus leaves or cattails in the river during the Qingming Festival. There are only clear water with rocks and fish visible.
Zuo Feiang stepped on the river and walked towards the mountain on the other side.
When he lowered his head and walked halfway, he looked at the slender shadow behind him, extending to his side under the light.
Suddenly, he stopped and seemed to pay attention deep in his heart.
Zuo Feiang turned around, looked at the figure behind him with sharp eyes, and said seriously: "Zuo wants to see His Highness Youming, very much."
When Chu Cheng raised his head, he seemed to see a blazing sun appearing in the eyes of the middle-aged man.
This has become an obsession, and it’s hard to live without seeing it for a day.
Chu Cheng didn't want to see the Lord of the Netherworld, and it was hard to do so.
This is not a case of admiration and lovesickness. For Zuo Feiang, it is admiration. But for Chu Cheng, it is seeking an answer.
This is persistence, an extremely strong persistence.
Zuo Feiang looked at the white-haired man in front of him for a long time. Finally he took a deep breath.
The light in those eyes shined even brighter.
"I want to see His Highness Youming. If it were... before, it would have been impossible. She is like the sky. At a glance, she seems to be right in front of you. However, if you reach out, you will never be able to touch her."
"But this was only in the past. Now... Zuo has the opportunity to meet His Highness Youming."