Chapter 54 The gate of hell is closed, and the road to Huangquan is broken
If other ghosts pounce in front of them, Ji Yuan will strike a set of martial arts fists without saying a word, condensing the bloody evil energy and physically transcending them.
But the ghost in front of him was barely a familiar face, so it was hard to take action immediately.
"I told you, old man, don't talk nonsense. The sky is clear and everything is clear. Everything is going smoothly under the rule of Jing Dynasty. There has been peace for a long time. How can there be any grievances? How can there be grievances?"
Ji Yuan stood still and scolded expressionlessly.
While he was on guard, he also felt that something strange had happened.
How come these days, there are still ghosts complaining to living people?
Where is the legendary Yin Tianzi, King Yama, black and white, impermanent, and an ox-headed and horse-faced person?
No matter what happens, you should go to the City God to seek justice!
"Uncle, I don't know. Yesterday, a fierce god came to this Yin City. He wore the flying fish suit of Beizhen Fusi and scattered several ghosts in a row. It was very scary!
Since his death, the little old man has been setting up a stall selling wontons to make some dirty money.
Even if a living person accidentally enters, I will take a few breaths of Yang Qi and never do evil things to seek wealth or death... I don’t want to die again! Please save me, little old man!"
The old man huddled up in a ball, ignoring Ji Yuan's hot masculine blood. He hugged his thigh tightly and burst into tears.
It's quite a bit like trying to challenge the common people by blocking the road and complaining.
Unfortunately, Ji Yuan is not the great master of Qingtian, so he said calmly:
"Isn't it right for you to inhale Yang Qi?
If you encounter a frail and sick person, if I give you a few more breaths of the breath of a living person in the world, you may lose several years of your life!"
The old man was speechless when asked this question.
He could only frown, showing a humble and pitiful expression.
Ji Yuan was indifferent and looked down at the dead figure of the ghost.
There was a big hole in his head, and half of his old face was bruised and bloody.
It's like being beaten to death.
Then I scanned the coarse linen robe and muddy straw sandals.
Presumably he was not from a wealthy family during his lifetime.
After taking in these details, Ji Yuan's expression changed slightly.
When you were a human being, you were like a cow or a horse, but when you become a ghost, you still have to suffer.
What a terrible word!
"You just said that the man was wearing a Feiyu suit? Is he a member of the 100 households in Fusi, Beizhen?"
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he asked.
Could it be the strange case of the mysterious dismemberment of Qian Wu from the Chayan Gang?
"That's right, that's right! He is a wealthy official! He has more dragon and tiger energy than you!"
The old man replied quickly.
"Futai? He has a fat head, big ears, and a body as round as a ball. He looks disgusting, right?!"
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes, feeling murderous intent rising in his heart.
With this change of thought, the layer of bloody light suddenly burst out like a fierce fire.
"Sir, spare your life!"
The old man was struck by the evil energy of blood and screamed immediately.
The ghost form exploded with a "bang", turning into a thick ink-like billowing airflow, and rolled back.
After a few breaths of time, it was condensed again.
"The little old man didn't dare to get close to the fierce god. He glanced half a street away and saw him wearing a flying fish suit and holding a flaming sign.
The weaker ghosts will be wiped out when exposed to the light... But it is indeed as the uncle said, bloated like a meat ball, very, very disgusting!"
After this unintentional act of intimidation, the old man became much more at ease and stopped shouting about injustice. He raised his head carefully, looked at his words, and answered questions.
"Lin Lu...he is so greedy for life and afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to leave Beijing to accumulate qualifications. He stays in the Yamen all year round. This time he actually took the initiative to take over a strange case that killed several people. A murderous case?"
Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed, feeling something was wrong.
Judging from the old man's description, that person should undoubtedly be Lin Lu.
But how can a thief who bullies the weak and fears the strong and exploits his subordinates dare to enter the Yin market alone?
You know, Mr. Li Qi, who had been blinded by his achievements before, died in Yizhuang not long ago!
"What's he doing in Yin City?"
Ji Yuan continued to ask with a straight face.
He has the majestic aura of a public servant interrogating criminals.
"How did the little old man know? He only listened secretly for a few times. The ghosts who were dispersed by this fierce god mentioned that he wanted to seek bad luck from Mr. Shou and investigate the previous deaths in Tai'anfang and Huairenfang!"
The old man trembled in fright and replied quickly.
"Who is Master Shou?"
Ji Yuan deeply felt that the water in this world was too deep and it was really difficult to grasp it.
The Yin market is not simple and has a lot of background behind it.
"Uncle, you don't know something. There are nine Yin markets in Tianjing City, and there are also nine masters.
They are the Hand Master, the Leg Master, the Ya Master, and the Eye Master... They cast Yin coins, collect soul taxes, and manage the various ghosts and monsters in the Yin City.
I heard, I heard, they all escaped from the underworld and are very capable."
The old man sets up a stall in Yin Market every day and does business at night, so he has good information.
"Master Hands, Master Legs? Why are they all physical limbs?"
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.
Afterwards,
Looking up,
I found that the night was getting darker.
It's almost time.
The extremely yin moment where yin and yang alternate.
"How do you want me to save you?"
Ji Yuan asked in a deep voice.
"The uncle brought an object that was contaminated with Yin energy and death energy, which can be used as a shelter for the little old man. As long as he avoids that fierce god, he should be fine."
The old man carefully put on a smile.
He was also seriously ill and sought medical treatment.
That fat pig-like dog Baihu, holding a token, searched from Huairenfang to Tai'anfang, and scattered the ghosts when he saw them on the way.
If he hadn't run fast, he might not have been able to escape the tragic fate of dying again.
"Why are ghosts still afraid of death?"
Ji Yuan thought for a moment and then asked.
"The little old man heard a rumor from elsewhere, saying that for some reason, the gate to hell leading to the underworld had been sealed thirty years ago, and the Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge were all gone.
Countless ghosts cannot be reincarnated and stay in the Yang world. Every night, hundreds of ghosts walk around at night. The saint canonized the city god of the world, as if to solve this problem."
The old man trembled and explained:
"Yin souls are not immortal. On the contrary, every time they die, their Yin Qi will be consumed violently. When they die too many times, they will become invisible and have no substance and return to heaven and earth.
The little old man just wants to stay alive for a while longer to see if the underworld can be reopened so that he can be a new person in his next life."
Ji Yuan's eyes moved, and his heart was filled with fear.
He didn't expect that he could get it from the old man's mouth,
Hear such a shocking and shocking secret!
The underworld is closed?
The ghost is trapped in the earthly world?
"What is the purpose of the saint canonizing the City God? There are City God temples in every prefecture in the Jing Dynasty. Is it to extradite the ghosts? Or to suppress the monsters? But this is not a long-term solution..."
Ji Yuan restrained his distracting thoughts, thought for a moment and then said:
"It's okay to lend you the soul bottle for a while, but how are you going to repay it?
I am neither a noble man from Qingtian who shows kindness without expecting repayment, nor am I a chivalrous man who is impatient and loves justice but saves lives in vain!
You have to bring something out, so that the two parties are not owed each other and the cause and effect are settled."
The old man's chapped lips opened and closed several times, and finally he choked out a sentence:
"Master, do you like wontons? My cooking skills are no worse than those of the cooks in inner-city restaurants!
If you don’t like it, you can work down there! You don’t have to be a cow to be a horse!”
With this impoverished appearance and this desolate appearance, I am afraid that even if someone surnamed Lin came over, he would not be able to squeeze out any profit.
He was a poor man during his lifetime, and he will remain a poor man after his death.
I really have no hope for this day!
Ji Yuan shook his head and said softly:
"You don't have to act like a cow or a horse, you just need to do one thing for me, bring that fierce god to me.
Even if our kindness is offset, no one owes anyone."