The valley below was busy. Countless ghost cultivators rushed in at the summons of the ghosts. Green ghosts and sparks were densely covered. A black mist emerged from the dark ground. The mountains slowly moved outward. Everything was going on silently and peacefully. Weird.
Taking advantage of the gap before releasing the souls of the dead, Zhang Wenfeng chatted with Bai Wuchang for a few words, and asked through a message: "Brother Bai, why did the secret realm of Yanyuan alarm the immortals in the immortal world? Is there any inside story here? Can you give me some advice?"
Bai Wuchang showed a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth, pointed to the sky with his right big finger, and said via voice: "Have you forgotten who created the Yanyuan Secret Realm?"
"Uh oh!"
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly understood. Ancestor Yanyuan ascended to the fairy world.
The cause and effect of the secret realm in the lower realm was so great that it touched Ancestor Yanyuan. Maybe there would be no hindrance in the realm of immortals, but the secret realm created by one hand ended up being a prisoner. It is normal to ask.
When it came to immortals, the topic was too sensitive, so Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. He had nothing to say. He briefly recounted his trip to the Yanyuan Secret Realm and asked if he could invite one of his friends to come out.
"Look at you, why are you so polite with me? Are you alienated? This time, my brother will take advantage of you, hahaha... Invite them all out, it is a rare trip to the underworld, and they have all established Thanks to their efforts, it is also a good story to witness the souls they rescued being introduced into the Soul Washing Valley."
Bai Wuchang readily agreed. The rule that monks in the lower realms are not allowed to enter and leave the underworld easily can be flexible and not so rigid. It can be said in a suitable name.
Cui Fujun has received Brother Zhang twice, no one will open their eyes and chew their tongues?
Zhang Wenfeng communicated a few words with everyone in the Soul-Calling Hall, and after obtaining permission, he released a few people and introduced a few people to Bai Wuchang. While he was talking, several figures appeared in the sky above the Soul-Cleaning Valley.
"Old Bai, what are you talking about? You want to treat us to a feast, but this is not the place."
A giant man wearing black armor and a huge bull's head glanced at the busy scene below, and greeted Bai Wuchang who was hanging out with the monks in the world. They all came after receiving a message from Lao Bai, saying that they had something important to ask for help. Deliberately making fun of the run.
"Lao Bai was so angry that he invited us to dinner last time. I remember it was a thousand years ago. I was so stingy that I couldn't even manage a table of seven dishes, and the wine was weaker than horse urine." (Seven is the odd number, According to Shinto rules, laugh)
Hei Wuchang, who was wearing a black robe and a tall black hat, glanced at several humans and demon cultivators, his eyes lingered on the Taoist priest for a while, and he mercilessly derogated Bai Wuchang, his old partner.
"Hey, if you want to eat on the table, you can eat on the table. If you compare it with my horse urine, isn't it a shabby old man?"
The man with the long horse face gritted his teeth and had a knife filled in.
Bai Wuchang was too lazy to pay attention to several old friends who would harm him when they met. Seeing that the people below were ready, he extended his hand to invite them and said: "Taoist Zhang, please cast a spell to bring the dead souls and ghost cultivators into the Soul Washing Valley. You can release as many as you want."
Zhang Wenfeng secretly laughed in his heart. Lao Bai deliberately showed off that he didn't care so much. He said "Yes", took out a small bronze lamp from his sleeve, and used his right hand to draw a jet of black air, pouring down and rippling downwards like a black waterfall. Valley with ripples and black mist.
"Hey, it's Mr. Fu's "bronze town lamp."
The horse-faced man reminded him in a low voice, and he immediately looked at the fifth-level Taoist priest with admiration.
Fu Jun gave his own little heaven and earth treasure to the human Taoist priest. Do you need to explain the meaning clearly?
The others did not dare to joke around anymore and quietly watched the Taoist priest's performance. They were all guessing how many dead souls and low-level ghost cultivators were contained in the soul-suppressing hall. About a quarter of an hour later, the valley below was already thick with black air, and six torrents branched out.
Six valleys rushed out.
The ghost messengers below directed many ghost cultivators to be busy in the Soul Cleansing Valley without making too much noise and ghost screams. They methodically led the unexplained souls into the six valleys, sorted them into three, six or nine grades, and then sent them outside for preliminary placement.
"Lao Bai, come here!"
The giant bull-headed man waved to Bai Wuchang, who was surrounded by the old god. He was envious and jealous because Old Bai Taiyin was too bad.
Bai Wuchang grinned and flew over. He was surrounded by several guys and rubbed him. Lao Hei was the one who was the most ruthless. He had no choice but to show off that he had no friends. This time, he had no friends.
I am too tired to hide it, so instead of explaining it one by one, I would like to call everyone over to see the scene at once.
Just two words: cool!
With tens of thousands of dead souls and low-level ghost cultivators, Zhang Wenfeng controlled the progress and worked hard for a full day before releasing them all.
The indignant Niu Tou, Ma Mian, Lao Hei, Dujiao, Shuangchi and other underworld commanders dragged Lao Bai outside and beat him again and again. He was too hateful and could not be quiet and low-key.
Act?
Xiao Ni'er quietly tugged on Old Man You's sleeves and said through the voice: "They are also fighting and making trouble."
She thought that these sixth-level masters with high authority in the underworld in the legend of the world would be like the clay sculptures in the temple with dead faces on their faces, and they would not bother to look at people. Who knew that this was such a virtue? It was the same as when she went crazy.
It's no different.
You Lao rolled his eyes: "Then you go play with them."
"No, I'm here to play with you."
How dare Xiao Ni'er dare? The glance from that black-faced Hei Wuchang made her tremble with fear.
They are the old man who has a lot of knowledge and nothing else. He has lived longer than the old turtle. She asked Mr. You to ask questions and was curious about everything here. When she goes back, she can show off to Silly Niuer and the others.
It's been several years.
Bai Wuchang called Zhang Guanzhu, who had finished his work, and introduced a few old friends to him to get to know him formally. Forget about the others. They are not in a circle. Don't force yourself to join them.
Hei Wuchang squeezed out what he thought was the most cordial expression and chatted with Guanzhu Zhang for a long time.
After the others left, Zhang Wenfeng called Chen Qingqiao, summoned the weak Mo Shu and the five remaining souls from the candle drum, pointed at the five groups of black energy, and said: "They are the five mountain gods who protect the Yanyuan Secret Realm.
I also ask Mr. Bai to take care of me." "They have bloody merits... It's easy to say, maybe we can find a good position for them in the underworld. I will discuss it with them later. If they want to be reincarnated and follow the path of reincarnation, there will be no problem."
Bai Wuchang saw some abnormalities among the remaining souls at a glance and said with great interest.
Chen Qingqiao gratefully cupped his hands and expressed his thanks.
The five Mo Shu were currently in the state of remnant souls. Faced with Bai Wuchang's instinctive anxiety, they received a personal promise from Commander Ming Chai and immediately took a reassurance. Mo Shu came forward to say some polite words and finally said goodbye to Zhang Guanzhu and Chen Qingqiao.
With such an ending, they are not dissatisfied.
Bai Wuchang waved his hand and sent the five balls of black energy to other places, drawing a deep ghost gate in the air and extending his hand to invite him. He couldn't waste Brother Zhang's time too much.
After sending Zhang Guanzhu and his party away, Bai Wuchang inspected the settlement situation below again, and after explaining a few words, he used his magical power to go to the square in front of the Yin Cao Hall, walked to the door of the main hall, and received permission from the ghost cultivator on duty, and then stepped in
Go to the palace gate, salute and report the situation to Lord Cui.
"Bian, after all the souls and ghosts in the Yanyuan Secret Realm have been properly placed, you can spend three or two years to hand over the matters at hand, resign from your current position as the leader of the underworld, receive a fearful ghost pill, and concentrate on going to the Netherworld Pond and lurking there.
After practicing for a hundred years, I might be able to break through the realm and reach the seventh level in one go."
Cui Yu said with a smile.
He will always be punished for serious mistakes and rewarded for great achievements. He has always been like this.
Bai Wuchang was overjoyed and raised his hands in salute: "Thank you so much, Mr. Fu. I will definitely live up to the great favor of Mr. Fu."
He took advantage of Brother Zhang and finally had the opportunity to stand out.