Chapter 515 In this world, there is no such person
In the land of the underworld, thousands of miles of blood clouds stretch across the sky, moving from east to west, and then from south to north. They are unstoppable, and those who stop them will never be reincarnated.
Ordinary ghosts, when rolled up by the blood cloud, would most likely fall to the ground weak and weak, but the old demon and the ferocious ghost king would scream and merge into the blood cloud when touched by the blood cloud, making their power even greater.
Even if there is a thousand-year-old peerless monster, whose magical power far exceeds that of the old monster from Black Mountain, who uses magic weapons to protect himself and block the blood cloud from invading, he will still be killed by a ferocious-looking blood-clothed Taoist with a sword.
There are eight thousand-year-old demons, all of them are overlords of one side. Under the hands of the Taoist in Blood Clothes, not even one of them, including their magical weapons and physical souls, can hold up to the second sword.
The bloody force swept across the world, and all the demons and ghosts fled into the world. After that...
He disappeared into the sea. No one knows where he went, whether he is dead or alive. In short, there is no news.
The situation in the underworld turned bloody. Gradually, all parties lost contact with each other, and even to the end of their lives, they could not figure out where the murderous disaster came from.
…
The underworld.
To be precise, it is the original underworld. This place was occupied by a big demon. He teamed up with several other demons and proclaimed himself Lord of the Underworld, intervening in reincarnation. His debt was enough to suppress the eighteen levels of hell forever.
It's a pity that the Eighteenth Level of Hell fell into the hands of another force, and the relationship between the two parties is not good. Going to the Eighteenth Level of Hell is like going to a garden.
"There is an empty underworld but no Yama. What is going on in this world?"
Yan Chixia looked at the splendid palace, but she couldn't see the ghosts that the underworld should have. She was confused about how the evil ways were prospering and the righteous path was gone. How could such an underworld be saved?
After saying that, he couldn't help but frown when he saw that Liao Wenjie didn't speak.
Since coming to the underworld, Liao Wenjie seems to have changed his temperament. He talks less and talks more, and is depressed. His usual sharp talk seems to have been sewn up.
Yan Chixia couldn't help but suspect that the Liao Wenjie beside her was not the real person, but the embodiment of evil thoughts. He had a drooping face all day long, plotting evil thoughts.
It makes sense when you think about it. Good thoughts incarnate in the form of evil, and conversely, evil thoughts incarnate...
The pretty boy's face remains unchanged, which is very confusing.
"Senior, I see that you have been depressed these past few days, but what's bothering you?"
"That's right. My face is so sad that I only need to write the word 'unhappy' on it. Why are you asking this question?"
Liao Wenjie curled his lips: "Learn from Master Yan. The way a smart person behaves in life is to blur the line between true ignorance and pretending not to know."
"Don't teach me nonsense, I'm just too lazy to take care of you. Anyway, I won't ask, and you will naturally tell me if you are so embarrassed." Yan Chixia said disdainfully.
"Speak as if you understand me very well."
"Don't say anything if you have the ability!"
"I didn't want to say it at first, but with your words, I had to say it."
Liao Wenjie snorted coldly: "There is something you know you shouldn't do. If you make the same mistake again and again, you will only get deeper into trouble. But if you don't do it, it would be even worse. What will you choose at this time?"
"A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. He will sacrifice the harm and gain the advantage."
After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she saw Liao Wenjie nodding his head, and decisively changed her words: "But where justice lies, even if you die, you will have no regrets."
Bai Yun nodded, clasped his hands and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
"..."
Liao Wenjie:(?_?)
"The answer you want, why don't you speak?"
Yan Chixia said: "When I was in the human world, I said that the implication was too big and would plunge you into a place of eternal disaster. You have to say that the problem is not big, but now you regret it... In fact, it is too late. As long as you have a clear conscience, we will return to the human world to live in a dream and die.
Isn’t it beautiful?”
Bai Yun was silent. If possible, he would like to stay in the underworld and preach to the ghosts who died in vain, dispelling their resentment and hostility, so that they could be reincarnated as soon as possible.
"It's different. What I said is not the same as what you think..."
Liao Wenjie shook his head: "Forget it, we are not on the same level. Looking at you two, it is obvious that they have just been demolished and their temperament has not caught up. You can't understand even if I talk too much."
"..."x2
Yan Chixia remained silent, she should be fine, but now, her nonsense started to hurt others again.
"Let me see how many manpower it takes to re-establish the underworld and regulate the six realms of reincarnation..."
Liao Wenjie's eyes were empty, and he said something that made Yan Chixia and Baiyun frightened. The two of them didn't know why. It was because they were not sophisticated enough to understand the vast magical powers of land gods.
Or, as Liao Wenjie said, you just need to have the skills to rebuild the underworld.
"Do you two recommend any good candidates?"
Liao Wenjie struggled and said: "I have calculated that even if it is a simplified version of the underworld, excluding temporary workers, the number of personnel in the establishment alone will be more than 300. I am like a lonely person. The only people I know are Cui Hongjian and Ning Caichen. They are Yang Shou."
It’s impossible to pull them down if they still exist for decades.”
"Aren't there Zuo Qianhu and Fu Shangshu?"
"Not familiar!"
"Aren't you nepotistic then?"
"Of course."
Liao Wenjie said matter-of-factly: "If you have power, you must be nepotistic. Otherwise, what's the point of holding power?"
Not to mention, it makes sense.
Yan Chixia nodded, there is nothing wrong with this. Rather than using someone you don't understand, it is better to use someone you trust.
Thinking of this, he said decisively: "Save a place for Shi'er. If he accomplishes nothing and is useless in cultivation, I will let him live the rest of his life happily, and then work as an errand in the underworld after he dies."
"Brother Shi has a good heart and is upright and selfless. Being a judge is not a big problem. Let's find a temporary worker while he is still alive."
"Where is King Yama?"
"You are far away in the horizon but right before your eyes. There is no need for you to be humble, Master Yan. As I said before, with your dignified appearance, you are the reincarnation of Yama. Even ghosts would tremble when they see you."
"Bah, aren't you a little paler than me?"
"..."
Bai Yun remained silent. The two seniors had their own conclusions and rules, and he, a junior, would not interfere.
Moreover, the monks he knew were not worthy of their position. They were neither secular people nor monks, so they were not qualified to enjoy the fruits of good deeds.
"Master Baiyun, what about you?"
Liao Wenjie talked for a long time, but when Bai Yun didn't say a word, he asked.
"The young monk can just ask for a platform."
"It should."
Liao Wenjie nodded. Bai Yun is young and has amazing perseverance. He deserves to be valued by the leaders above.
"We've been talking for a long time, but you haven't mentioned how to re-establish the underworld. The name is not justified, and the words are not justified. Even if we have established manpower, there will be no difference between us and the demons who have occupied the underworld." Yan Chixia finished her talk and suddenly felt sleepy.
Getting boring.
If nothing happens, forgive him for being addicted to alcohol and want to return to the human world to be free and unrestrained.
"It's really not difficult to be justified..."
Liao Wenjie closed his eyes and shook his head. After being silent for a long time, he slowly read out the general outline of the Six Heavens Great Yin Sutra.
Because his voice was as weak as a mosquito's moan and his words were vague, neither Yan Chixia nor Bai Yun heard the general outline, only a few sentences.
"The great demon Black Law, prove my magical power, hold the talisman Taixu, the Netherworld Immortal Capital..."
"In my name..., the realm of death shall be established, and the underworld shall exist... the eighteen levels of hell, the Hall of Hell... the three life stones..."
"..."
Boom! Boom! Boom————
The underworld undergoes drastic changes, ripples tremble high in the void, and endless waves reveal the high sky of the underworld. Stars are born from the cracks, swaying arcs of light suddenly fall down, and they squeeze into this world from nothing.
City after city, pieces of hell flew down, accompanied by loud roars, crushing the original glorious palace intact.
Every time one fell, the huge sound struck like a bell in the depths of the souls of all the ghosts in the underworld. It was also felt in the human world. The blue sea and sky cast light and shadow upside down, and the scene of the reconstruction of the underworld shocked countless creatures.
Yan Chixia was stunned, turned her head in disbelief, and looked at Liao Wenjie with extremely complicated eyes.
He is not a land god and does not understand how powerful this realm is, but he is very convinced that the grand deed in front of him is definitely not something that a land god can do.
Bai Yun, on the other hand, showed a normal expression after being slightly surprised.
It's not strange, it's normal.
The palm of the Tathagata and the appearance of subduing demons have already explained everything.
Boom! Boom————
A three-year-old stone fell from a high altitude and crashed on the other side of the Yellow Spring. A wooden bridge emerged out of thin air, and a hunched figure of a woman slowly appeared from virtual to real.
At this time, a large square seal fell from the sky, accompanied by an ancient book. Liao Wenjie had quick eyes and quick hands, and jumped to the side, grabbing Yan Chixia's hand.
The ancient book and Fang Yin came into her arms at the same time. Yan Chixia's body trembled, and her ferocious face became even more sinister. Her beard and hair turned red, and her blade-like eyebrow corners were like a ball of burning fire, curving and blurring.
Just when Yan Chixia looked confused, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword carried behind him turned into a black sword and hung at his waist.
The dirty clothes stinking of alcohol turned into a python robe, and the patterned dragon was entrenched in the clouds, looking domineering and majestic.
"Hiss--"
Liao Wenjie took a breath of cold air: "It turns out that God has something to say, Master Yan, no, King Yan Luo is really the best candidate to eat this ghost meal."
"What?!"
Yan Chixia panicked and grabbed Liao Wenjie's sleeve: "No, it's yours. If you hadn't dodged it and grabbed me, this thing would have fallen into your arms..."
"Until the King of Hell arrives, little monks don't dare to make mistakes, so get out of here."
Liao Wenjie broke free from his sleeve, failed twice, cut it off with his sword, and retreated continuously: "The previous Xiaodao falsely talked about the underworld's official position, it was really audacious, nonsense, nonsense, and confusion... The regulations in this, the king of hell will take it.
It’s a good idea.”
"Stop for me..."
"Excuse me, farewell!"
"..."
Looking at the empty space in front of her, Yan Chixia was stunned for a long time. She wanted to talk to Bai Yun, but when she turned around, her face was covered by a ball of shiny tiles, which almost made her shed tears.
"The young monk has arrived at his great responsibilities, but the fact of the regulations is that he is unwilling to do so. Please ask the King of Hell to find another wise man."
Baiyun is wearing a white cassock with gold patterns, a halo of light behind his head, he is 1.8 meters tall, and he is quite handsome with red lips and white teeth.
He turned around and took two steps, disappeared into the air, and went to the City of Wasted Death to give lectures and chant sutras.
King Yanluo:(??灬???)
Looking at the empty underworld, he swallowed hard. The pressure came over him like a mountain, and he had the urge to immediately cross out Shi'er's name in the book of life and death.
"Yes, I still have a book of life and death. Can you run away from the bastard who wants me to take the blame?"
Yan Chixia fiercely took Fang Yin into her arms, licked her fingers with saliva, and flipped through the book of life and death with endless pages.
For a long time, he could not find anyone who could match the name "Liao Wenjie".