Facing the ghost servant, the judge had no nice words to say and angrily threw the scroll to Qingxuan.
"This time, I have to erase the yin and yang and write it again! Every stroke is perfect!" The judge turned around with a smile on his face, "Master Qi, I will go over first.
"Give me the scroll." Bai Zhu stretched out his hand to open the scroll and was stunned when he saw the contents.
Qingxuan was curious about what Yan Ji wrote that could make Bai Zhu speechless and make the judge so angry.
Looking sideways, he was frozen in place like the white candle.
"Master Bai, this is really a ghost painting."
The whole story of Yin and Yang is written down in one stroke. There is no gap between words. It can even be said that it is impossible to tell which words are separate words.
The strokes of the word "Yao Niang" are not simple, but throughout the whole poem, they turn in circles like musical symbols.
"My subordinates were negligent."
Bai Zhu put the scroll away and said, "Let her come back to my courtyard. I want to see if she can still recognize the words she wrote."
Qingxuan was silent.
If Yan Yan can still recognize this ghostly painted talisman, then he really looks down on her.
"Xiaobai is looking for me?" Yan Yan was surprised.
Xiao Bai Zhu has always looked like a child, but she finally knows how to find her sister.
"Can you read it out?" Xiao Baizhu pointed at the "ghost-drawing talisman" on the scroll.
"I wrote it, let me see, 'from a long time ago', well, before, Zhang Sheng..." Yan Yan chuckled, "I can't see it, I have a bad memory."
"Just letting you read it."
Yan Yan also knew that this was a bit difficult to deal with. After all, it was for the judge to see, "I haven't written in a thousand years, my hand is raw. I will write again."
"I'll do it." Xiao Baizhu picked up the penholder.
The little hands are no longer as long as the tip of a pen.
Yan Yan felt guilty, but he also knew that asking her to write would still be as good as drawing a talisman.
"Then I'll practice calligraphy."
Yan Yan moved the things on the desk, sat opposite Xiao Baizhu, randomly picked up the books on the desk and copied them accordingly.
Xiao Bai Zhu looked up at the book written by Yan Tuo and was silent for a moment, then followed her.
Zhang Sheng's life and death book has been completed. He thought he could be reincarnated directly without doing any evil deeds, but now he is going to hell to be punished.
He was a filial and simple man, and made no big mistakes in his life. After Yao Niang angered his parents to death, he made a big mistake and died.
Yao Niang came back to life, and the whole village was afraid. Only Zhang Sheng went crazy because he knew how Yao Niang died.
Beside Mengpo Mountain.
The ghosts who came and went lined up to be forced to drink Meng Po soup by Meng Po. Yan Yan pulled himself up and put his hands in the pool water to soak.
"You are so tired from practicing calligraphy, how do you still think you are a human being?" Meng Po soup was fed to people day after day, and Meng Po was getting more and more irritable.
"It's not that I'm physically tired, it's that I'm mentally tired." Yan Yan lay down by the pool with his head downcast, "I've been practicing for so many days, but I'm not even as good as one ten thousandth of Xiao Bai. He's still just a child, ugh!"
Po Meng scooped water from the pond without saying a word, and said after a while, "The Seventh Master's talent is different from ours, how can you compare with him? Civil and military judges are mostly responsible for clerical chores, you might as well compare with them."
Yan Yan was lying on the edge of the pool as if he were boneless, burying his face in his arms and rocking from side to side.
As he was shaking, he saw the figure of a child appearing out of thin air in the distance.
"Xiao Bai?" Yan Yan stood up straight, "I saw my Bai Wuchang. Let's talk some other time."
Po Meng nodded in her busy schedule, raising her head before lowering it, and thought for a moment, "You shouldn't be able to see Master Qi today."
"Ms. Meng Po, the eighth master has gone far." The ghost servant said in a low voice.
"Don't I know? Feed your soup!" Po Meng looked impatient, then asked calmly, "Today is the day of the red moon, right? Did I remember correctly?"
The ghost servant shook his head, "Mr. Meng Po, you remember correctly."
"That's strange." Po Meng murmured to herself, "Seventh Master shouldn't turn into a child on the day of the red moon."
"Xiao Bai, why did you come out? Didn't you say you were in seclusion?" Yan Yan approached the child and watched his back turn to face him strangely.
An unfamiliar face, a child much fatter than Xiao Bai Zhu.
Among the children with magical powers in the underworld, Yan Yan had only met Xiao Bai Zhu. Seeing that he was a dwarf, she thought he was Xiao Bai Zhu.
Seeing that the child was alone, Yan Yan pointed in the direction of Meng Po Mountain, "Go in that direction and you can go home."
At the same time, he was wondering why this child had no guidance from ghosts.
Yan Yan rubbed his wrists and planned to go back to Wuchang Hall to continue practicing calligraphy.
There was a "whooshing" sound behind her, and children were floating behind her.
"Forget it, I'll take you there." Yan Yan put the child on his shoulders and arrived at Mengpo Mountain in one step. "A child ran away and I brought it to you."
"What's it called? Birthday horoscope." Meng Po sat with her legs crossed beside Meng Po Mountain. "Meng Po soup is not something that can be drunk by just one person."
"My name is Jinbao. What are the horoscopes for your birthday?" Jinbao sucked his fingers, looked at Po Meng, then turned to Yan Yan and said, "I want to eat sweets, chicken legs, osmanthus cake, red bean cake..."
"Oh." Yan Yan responded and ignored Jin Bao.
She has always been the one to boss others around, but no one dares to boss her around. Want to eat? Never mind her business.
"The soup I have here is not as good as his." Po Meng stretched her body, "You can bring it back from where you brought it."
"I don't want to drink your soup. It must taste awful." Jin Bao pouted his mouth and started to wipe Yan Yan's body with his drool-covered hands, "Buy it for me quickly, I want to eat it now!"
"You can only suffer hardship in the underworld. If you make trouble again, I will kick your butt." Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to hit Jinbao.
As soon as he raised his hand, Jin Bao kicked Yan Yan, "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death."
Yan Yan ducked sideways, but Jin Bao's kick failed and fell to the ground.
The underworld ghost didn't feel anything when he fell to the ground. Jin Baoke burst into tears and rolled his fat body on the ground.
Neither Yan Yu nor Po Meng had any contact with children, so they thought Jin Bao was just a child playing tricks.
"Did I see it wrong? Please take a look." Yan Yu handed Jinbao's book of life and death to Po Meng and took a look at it.
October of the seventh year of Yuanfeng—
The following years of death are still blank, which means that Jin Bao is not dead yet.
But if he wasn't dead, how could Jin Bao's soul appear in the underworld?
"It's strange. Last time, a person's body still existed after death. This time, the person's soul arrived in the underworld first." Yan Yan said happily, "It seems that I will accumulate some evil virtues again."
Yan Yu disappeared in the blink of an eye. Jinbao's rolling movements paused, then he jumped up and looked at the place where Yan Yu disappeared and howled loudly.
The ghosts who came to Meng Po Mountain and queued up to drink Meng Po Soup had already experienced the severe punishment of hell and their hearts were filled with despair. When they heard the sharp cries, they became violent.
"Xiao Liu, throw this child to the Hall of Impermanence!" Po Meng screamed.
The dazed kid beside Meng Po Mountain shook his body, picked up one of Jin Bao's ankles and floated towards the Hall of Impermanence.
After seeing Xiao Gui Chai leave, Po Meng looked at the restless ghosts in front of her with cold eyes.