"However, our identity cannot be seen by Qingyu, otherwise he will be lured to the underworld."
"This is easy to handle."
The soul-calling talisman in Qingyu's hand burned out, and Jia Zimei's soul merged with her body.
"Okay... uh!" Before she could finish her words, Qingyu felt a pain coming from the back of her neck. Before her body could fight back, she fainted.
Yan Yan raised his hand and waved the small white candle, and said with a smile: "One move can rule the world. I also chopped off all the brats in Wutou Mountain with my sword."
The sound of rustling footsteps came from a distance. Yan Yan held his hands, and a two-meter-long sickle appeared in his hand. He swung it over Jia Zimei's body. His body was intact, but his soul suffered severe pain. Under the sickle,
Make a shrill ghostly cry.
When Jia Dashanren and the nursing staff saw Jia Zimei's body, Yan Yan and Xiao Baizhu already looked uncertain.
Wearing impermanent brocade robes and tall hats, one person holds a soul-stealing knife and the other holds a soul-catching bell.
"What should I do with this person?" Yan Yu looked at the sapphire on the ground.
If he is left alone here, Jia Dashan will definitely not let Qingyu go.
"Boss, just leave him to me." The green-faced kid vowed.
The green-faced kid is unreliable most of the time, but he never makes any mistakes in major matters. Yan Yan said with a serious face: "You'd better be more reliable. He is a disciple of Qingyun Mountain. You can't defeat him even if there are a thousand of you."
, offended him and he was so scared that he lost his mind, and..."
"gone."
Xiao Bai Zhu took out the underworld token and was already halfway into the underworld. The chain in her hand was hooked on the pipa bone of Jia Zimei's soul, and Jia Zimei's body was on Yan Yan's soul-stealing knife. Yan Yan followed the soul-stealing knife into the underworld.
.
Take Jia Zimei's soul to hell to be punished, and then she and Xiao Bai Zhu return to the Hall of Impermanence.
Yan Yan always felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master." Qingxuan waited for the two of them at the entrance of Wuchang Hall.
Seeing the Taoist robe on Qingxuan, Yan Yan hammered his fist on his palm, "Did we forget to return the jade pendant to Qingyu?"
"We will meet again if we are destined." Xiao Baizhu handed the jade pendant to Qingxuan, "You can keep it."
Qingxuan got the jade pendant and his whole body was stunned.
"You are also a Taoist priest, and your name is Qingxuan. Were you also a disciple of Qingyun Mountain during your lifetime?" Yan Yan seemed to have discovered a blind spot.
Qingxuan nodded, "Yes, I was once a disciple of Qingyun Mountain."
Yan Yan looked at Qingxuan meaningfully: "Oh——"
Qingxuan had a cold face and didn't understand what Yan Yan meant by this look.
"Oh, by the way, how much virtue is Jia Zimei's soul worth? Plus Xu Niang's, it should be enough to make up for Bai Wuchang's before... right?" Yan Yan tilted his head.
Xu Niang is extremely kind and Jia Zimei is extremely evil. Both of them are rare souls.
"It should not be enough." Qingxuan looked at the little white candle in the distance with his peripheral vision, "It is easy to lose Yin De, but not easy to get it. Otherwise, everyone in the underworld will be presumptuous and not care about the gain or loss of Yin De."
"Ah?" Yan Yan was frustrated, "Then when can I become the master of the underworld?"
Qingxuan: "..."
"You can just call me by my name, it's my name." Yan Yan felt a chill, "It doesn't sound right to my ears."
In the east wing of the Hall of Impermanence.
Qingxuan entered the room and saw a man sitting in front of the case.
The man was dressed in white, with two-finger-wide ribbons hanging from both shoulders. The ribbons were connected by white jade rings at three points, and a white jade bell hung around his waist.
Her black hair was loose and tied at the end with a white hairband. There was a white jade ring hanging at the end of the hairband. When she turned around, the two white jade rings collided without making any sound.
On his face as pale as white bones, there is a pair of extremely black pupils that cannot blend into any other color. There is no reflection, but there is something strange that seems to be able to see through the depths of people's hearts.
Extremely white and extremely black, only the fish-like blood lines at the end of the eyes are breathtaking.
"Master Qi, have you recovered?"
Bai Zhu shook his head slowly, "It's only temporary. The Demonic Ghost Suppression Tower is indeed a treasure in the sky."
"It shouldn't be. How could a treasure from the sky fall to the earth?" Qingxuan frowned, "Does Master Qi have any clues about the evil way?"
"I should be from the same sect as you." Bai Zhu raised his eyes, "Wutou Mountain is a yin and yang treasure land, and many people are coveting it. Yan Jie stayed in Wutou Mountain for too long, and it was long enough for someone to sit on it.
Can’t stand it any longer.”
"Then this jade pendant belongs to the evil spirit?" Qingxuan's face darkened.
This emerald jade pendant is the ancient mythical beast Chiu Qiu, which can suppress demons and drive away ghosts. It belongs to the head of Qingyun Mountain.
He was once a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, and he really couldn't bear to be an enemy of Qingyun Mountain.
"It was left by a little Taoist priest. He probably doesn't know the meaning of this jade pendant. Looking at him with golden light all over his body, he is not far away from becoming an immortal."
"Then this jade pendant is for him to overcome the tribulation." Qingxuan said happily, "It is also his blessing to meet these two adults."
"No, Wutou Mountain is in chaos. There is no words to suppress it. A group of ghosts are born. He has a heavy responsibility and will suffer a heavier disaster."
"In this case, why did Emperor Beiyin leave Lady Yan Yu in the underworld? Wouldn't it be better to let her go back to Wutou Mountain?" Qingxuan frowned.
Bai Zhu sighed, "Do you really think it's a coincidence that the treasure from the sky fell to the earth? There is no record of Yan Yu's origin in the three realms. Do you think they are really only fighting for Wutou Mountain?"
"Yan Yu is what they want."
"We just strike first to gain advantage?" Qingxuan suddenly realized.
At this time, the sought-after Yan Yu was squatting beside Meng Po Mountain and sighing, watching the ghosts coming and going to drink Meng Po soup, and there was no abnormality among them.
"If you have nothing to do, come and help me drink Po Meng's soup." Po Meng couldn't stand being so leisurely in front of him.
"I don't want to move, I don't have the strength." Yan Yan said weakly, "Are these ghosts so obedient? Then when can I accumulate enough virtue?"
"No wonder you're here all the time." Po Meng handed the water ladle to the little ghost servant aside, "You've come to the wrong place. There will only be honest ghosts here. The dishonest ones will never come to the underworld.
Don’t dare to come to my Mother Meng’s place.”
"That's right." Yan Yan slapped his forehead, "Then I'll go to the Gate of Hell to guard it."
Before he stood up and left, Yan Yan pointed at the male ghost who had been lingering beside Meng Po Mountain, "Why don't you give him Meng Po soup? He has come to ask for it several times."
From the time when Yan Yan was squatting on Meng Po Mountain, he saw this male ghost keep coming to ask for Meng Po soup, but Meng Po ignored him.
"That's a ghost with blank spaces in the book of life and death. If you don't fill in the blank spaces, you can't calculate rewards and punishments, so you can't drink Meng Po soup and forget your past life and reincarnation." Meng Po conjured up a recliner and lay down leisurely. "There are many hells."
There is no such ghost in the book of life and death, but he is the only one who comes to beg to drink Meng Po soup."
The so-called ghosts with blank spaces in the book of life and death mean that there was external interference in the human world and the underworld could not record it.
There are not many people who exchange souls and bodies with others, use Taoist and Immortal magic weapons to eliminate tampering, and alter life and death randomly, but there are also quite a few.
"Oh, no, he's the second one."
"Who's the first one?"
"..." Meng Po said, "I. This Meng Po soup doesn't work for me."
Yan Yan immediately looked at Po Meng as if she was gossiping.
"You two masters, please let me drink this Meng Po soup!"
While Yan Yu was talking to Po Meng, the young man who begged Po Meng for soup came to them and knelt down, begging them with blood and tears in his eyes.
"Why are you in a hurry to drink Meng Po soup? But your life was unsatisfactory during your lifetime?" Yan Yan asked.
Zhang Sheng bent his back, brushed his sleeves and wiped the blood and tears on his face: "I am in a hurry to find my wife. My wife came to the underworld three years earlier than me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up!"
"Our underworld also has the rules of the underworld. Don't worry. You will definitely be allowed to drink this Meng Po soup. Besides, even if you drink it, you still won't be able to keep up with that wife of yours." Yan Yan shrugged.
"But...but..." Zhang Sheng wanted to say something else.
Po Meng thought he was annoying and ordered a ghost messenger to take him down.
"There are a lot of ghosts coming and going, and everyone complains in front of me, so I might as well stop being Mrs. Meng." Mrs. Meng raised her eyebrows, "If you have time, why not check this Zhang Sheng."
"What's wrong with him? He doesn't seem to have accumulated much karmic virtue."
"This Zhang Sheng has not been punished in hell. I don't believe there can be such a good person." Po Meng said doubtfully.
"Well, I don't believe it either." Yan Yan stood up and looked for the book of life and death.
Yan Yan was a popular figure in the Beiyin Emperor, and had a good relationship with the King of Wheels in the Palace of Hell. He was also the partner of Bai Wuchang, the boss of the underworld. It was very easy to borrow the Book of Life and Death to read.
At this time, Yan Yu was sitting on the front teeth of Wuchang Hall, carefully looking through Zhang Sheng's pages.
Qingxuan happened to be passing by and was called down.
"Let me ask something, will a good person like Mrs. Xu go to hell?"
Qingxuan shook his head, "No, on the contrary, if Mrs. Xu doesn't work as a ghost under the master, she should be able to have a good pregnancy."
"If you put it this way, there are actually not many people who come to the underworld and go to hell."
"No, many people go to hell. It's easy to make mistakes and hard to accumulate virtue. Although rewards and punishments are clear, they can be offset. There are not many people who don't go to hell."
"Then Zhang Sheng was really a good husband. Even after his death, he was eager to find his wife." Yan Yan murmured.
Zhang Sheng was born in a family with no worries about food and clothing. He dutifully passed the examination to be a scholar, returned to the town to marry a wife and have children, taught and educated people, until he accidentally fell into a lake and drowned.