Zhang Wenfeng felt a slight shiver in his heart. The name of Judge Cui of the Fifth Hall was as loud as thunder, and he had heard about it for a long time.
Not only because he has the same name as the former judge named Cui Jue in the Bronze Lamp Soul-Suppressing Hall, but also because the opponent is an eighth-level powerful ghost cultivator, the third-ranked super expert in the fifth hall, and the leader of all judges, King Yama.
The right and left arm that you rely on.
A big shot with such a superior cultivation status invited to meet him in such a polite way.
The disparity between levels was too great, how could he not be secretly frightened?
He is just a small character with relatively good luck, so there is a possibility that the other party looks at Han King Mo Ye's reputation and wants to make friends with him in advance?
Thinking about it, it seems ridiculous. Even if Judge Cui's cultivation level is slightly weaker than Mo Ye's, he doesn't need to surrender his status to befriend him, right?
He has been on the battlefield outside the territory for so many years, and he knows most about the famous big figures in the ten realms of the underworld from the mouths of Captain Jiu Ming and Captain Huercha. He knows that Judge Cui "supervises the eighteen prisons and assists the king of hell in the five palaces. God
Soldiers, ghosts and soldiers obeyed orders in front of the palace, and bull heads and horse faces guarded him on the left and right." He has great authority and has supernatural powers.
Can he refuse politely?
Absolutely not. If he takes the big shot's courtesy seriously, if word spreads about it, Jiu Ming will faint with laughter in his dark hall, and then praise him as "stupid as hell", and he will be slapped on the shoulder when they meet in the future.
"I am sincerely afraid that Zhang will have the honor to meet Mr. Cui Fu and listen to Mr. Cui Fu's teachings!"
Zhang Wenfeng's expression moved slightly and he said sincerely. He raised his hands in any direction in the air. He couldn't tell where the Yincao Palace was from here, so he just had to be respectful.
"The Lord praised you for being "young and promising, with unique wisdom." It's a pity that when you visited the underworld that year, he was busy with chores and distracted, so he couldn't see you earlier, otherwise he would have formed a good relationship."
Bai Wuchang paraphrased the original words and said with a smile, he had a good idea of what could and could not be said.
I'm just curious about Cui Fujun's evaluation of Taoist Zhang. He has been practicing great power for thousands of years. What kind of "unique wisdom" talent has not been seen by ghosts?
Bai Wuchang was envious in his heart that he was able to make Mr. Cui Fu say the words to form a good relationship. At the same time, he was secretly glad that he had formed a good relationship in front of him. The friendship that provided help in times of need was deeper and more comfortable than the icing on the cake.
Zhang Wenfeng was really frightened now. When he is polite to others, he must ask for something. What does he have that is worthy of the other person's "asking"?
With a few polite words in his mouth, Zhang Wenfeng's mind began to spin rapidly, and he began to search for his own "sparkling points" so that he could be prepared in advance. It was better than being caught off guard by the other party's sudden suggestion later.
After thinking about it, I really can't think of anything unique about myself.
"Brother Zhang, please stand still, stay calm, and wait for me to use the "Ghost Gate Moving Technique" to hurry up. You can't keep Mr. Cui waiting for too long."
Bai Wuchang greeted him, waved his sleeves, and the dark wind swirled, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. In the fifth hall, he could use the magical power of the underworld commander to seal and move, which was somewhat similar to the Shinto secret method of moving mountains and rivers. The two of them disappeared on the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
, when he reappeared, he was already above the famous River Styx, the River of Forgetfulness.
Zhang Wenfeng felt a little uncomfortable, but he drove away the discomfort with a slight movement of his breath.
Looking down at the big river with dark red waves below, you can't see the other side when you look up. It's covered in mist. The mutilated ghosts in the river are floating in pain. Occasionally, ghost claws come out of the water and drag the ghosts into the water. You can't see them from the underworld.
The fresh ghost beside him moved stiffly and stiffly, slowly floating forward like a marionette.
The dilapidated black pavilion with no fences on all sides still stands beside the road. Three black figures sit cross-legged in the pavilion, motionless, waiting for the slim chance of returning to the world.
It's still the same eerie scenery that was once familiar.
After revisiting his old place, Zhang Wenfeng felt quite emotional. He was no longer the helpless amateur Taoist priest he was back then.
From the time he left here to the time he returned here, he suddenly woke up, almost a hundred years had passed.
Time does not spare anyone, and I have not spared time either.
Two vague figures appeared, wearing official uniforms and black chains tied around their waists. They bowed respectfully to Bai Wuchang who suddenly appeared here, but Bai Wuchang glanced at him and waved away.
, he specially brought Taoist Zhang through this place, not wanting to be disturbed by his subordinates.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Bai, for your thoughtful consideration. Let's go."
This is a scenery that does not belong to the human world. It is enough to have been here, seen it, and left footprints on the path of spiritual practice.
Bai Wuchang waved his sleeves again, and the dark wind vortex enveloped the two of them and disappeared instantly. When they reappeared, they were already on a vast black jade field. Black air surged in front of them, and a majestic and solemn dark palace loomed.
With his hand out to signal, Bai Wuchang straightened his robes and crown, and led the human Taoist priest towards the side of the hall.
Passing through the layers of mist that seemed to be surrounded by solid gauze, a large palace was right in front of us. It still looked foggy and unreal, so Zhang Wenfeng followed him forward in silence.
He still has no clue why Judge Cui invited a little person like him to see him?
Climb the six black steps and reach a high place, feeling like you are above the clouds and climbing alone on a high platform.
Bai Wuchang motioned to Taoist Zhang to follow him into the deep and wide palace door. After walking a few steps, he stopped moving forward, bowed his hands and said, "Master Fu, Taoist Zhang, please come."
"The hard work will be at ease."
A gentle man's voice came from deep in the hall, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"Your Majesty, you're welcome, Bian will leave first!"
Bai Wuchang saluted again, stepped back, turned around at the threshold and walked out silently, leaving Taoist Zhang behind to talk to Mr. Cui Fu. He was not suitable to listen, and he was not qualified.
"Zhang Wenfeng, the Taoist priest of Xianling Temple, pays homage to Mr. Cui Fu."
Zhang Wenfeng has seen a different world. He has spent more than a year with the empress whom Jiu Ming said was extremely respectful. He talks freely. At this moment, meeting the unfamiliar Judge Cui alone, he is still calm and composed. Is he a little nervous in his heart?
, then it is not known to outsiders.
"Little friend Zhang, don't be too polite."
Out of the cold darkness walked out a familiar fat man dressed as a judge in a red robe and official hat. A slightly dull smile hung on his majestic face. His eyes were bottomless and he stretched out his hand to help him.
As Judge Cui approached, the lights in the hall gradually became brighter and the darkness subsided.
Zhang Wenfeng was astonished. He looked exactly like Judge Cui Jue of the Soul-Suppressing Hall in the Bronze Lamp back then. His appearance was almost exactly the same, but his demeanor was very different. The Judge Cui in front of him looked majestic and unsmiling.
In the past, he had a changeable temperament. He would always growl and want to eat ghosts, and then turn playful and smiley.
He already understood that the other party had invited him here for the sake of the bronze lantern he placed in the back mountain of the sect.
It is a good saying that "when you are polite to others, you must ask for something." But the request is too much.
Being in the land of the netherworld, how could he refuse?