"Indeed, the law of the underworld stipulates this."
Zhou Yi fumbled for the long leaf in his sleeve, and after a while, he smiled.
"It's okay, Shaotou, go ahead and do what you have to do. The young monk already knows what happened tonight."
Xiaotou was slightly startled.
It originally thought that the mage would take action or give it a way to break the situation.
But I never expected that it was just an understatement of "known".
Zhou Yi glared at Xiaotou.
"Why, why are you still standing there? Waiting for the monk to treat you to a supper? It's such a mess outside, why don't you go and uphold the laws of the underworld and punish the evil spirits?"
"Do you still want to go..."
Haotou was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his scarred arms and claws, and a look of sudden enlightenment gradually appeared in his eyes.
His injuries were already so serious, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he was extremely miserable, yet the mage still let him go out and fight against the ghosts as if he was risking his life...
It must be the mage's foresight to put himself in a desperate situation, put himself in danger, survive, and then find a chance to break through!
Wonderful!
It’s really wonderful!
There was a hint of emotion in Hao Tou's heart.
With slightly red eyes, he bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
"Thank you Master for your cultivation. Shaotou, I will never forget the grace of the holy monk... Shaotou is gone!"
With tears in its eyes and full of ambition, it hurried out in great strides.
But he also forgot to tell Zhou Yi about a ridiculous rumor about the "King of the South of the City" that was spread by word of mouth among the ghosts in Wenhe County.
"this……"
Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and scratched his bald head. For a moment, some monks were confused.
No matter what, anyway, I almost never guessed this troublesome idea correctly.
"Holy Monk."
Mrs. Chen hesitated again and again, but still said: "This matter is not a trivial matter. I'm afraid it will be difficult to suppress the Hutou Walker and its tribe alone..."
Zhou Yi rubbed the leaf stem and said, "Old lady, don't worry. The young monk didn't expect the Xuhu clan to be able to suppress the hundreds of ghosts causing chaos, but as the head of the county, at least it must be able to do well on the surface, otherwise it will not be able to convince the public in the future.
The so-called hundred ghosts walking at night, after all, there is still one ghost missing."
Mrs. Chen looked deep in thought, but she was silently understanding the holy monk's words.
Chen Chi's weak voice sounded from the side.
"What does Master mean? There is a ghost behind the scenes? He didn't appear?"
Zhou Yi happily looked at Chen Chi, who was becoming more enlightened, and nodded slightly.
"Not bad? A hundred ghosts walk at night? To cause trouble in the world, it happened to be on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival... It was obviously planned for a long time? You want the new Wenhe County Lord to be too exhausted to step down. But you are hiding behind the scenes? Look at this excitement
.His heart can be killed."
Mrs. Chen looked at her son in surprise.
What was she just about to say? Chen Chi had already taken the lead and said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about the county citizens who are being harassed by ghosts. Master has planned the strategy. I think he must have made arrangements before leaving the small courtyard. Then we can have a clever plan to An Wenhe."
"My son, are you right to remind me? I'm just too worried."
Mrs. Chen smiled and looked at Chen Chi with extremely pleased eyes.
Then he put his palms together and bowed towards Zhou Yi.
The raindrops are pouring, gathering in the sky above the small courtyard, flowing?
It's like holding a large transparent bowl on its back.
Under the power of the River God's fallen armor, the courtyard is protected from wind and rain.
I don’t know when it started? There were waves of heavy, dragging footsteps outside the small courtyard.
There are also murmurs and whispers? There are prayers and obeisances...
Unknowingly, more than ten people from the county have gathered in front of this secluded courtyard away from the bustling streets of the county, and the number is still increasing.
There are men and women among them, old and young.
Most of them don't know each other and rarely interact with each other.
There is only one thing in common...they all encountered strange forces and chaos tonight, and suffered deeply from it.
Later, the deceased appeared in a dream and told them a shocking secret hidden between the yin and yang realms.
At first, they didn't know who the eccentric king from the south of the city was.
But soon, they saw the faintly glowing small courtyard that was not disturbed by wind and rain.
"Everyone, look at that courtyard..."
"It's so magical! Could it be that the great king of the underworld lives there?"
"This courtyard in the south of the city, hey, I seem to have heard someone mention it somewhere before."
"I think I've heard of it too. Oh, now that I think about it, the young monk who lives here is the one who was once known as the Miaoshou Silver Monk!"
"I seem to have heard that he can pick up silver with his bare hands. I have always listened to it as a joke."
"I didn't expect him to be the great king of the underworld!"
"Hush, noisy, why don't you pray to the great king quickly!"
…
Mrs. Zhang knelt down and worshiped among the crowd.
The muddy walk and the pouring rain above her head had already made her exhausted, her whole body ached, and her face was as white as paper.
But the small courtyard in front of her, which was not disturbed by wind and rain, made her believe more and more what her youngest son who died in infancy said in his dream——
...The mysterious and extraordinary king of the underworld lives in the small courtyard in front of you!
As long as you can ask him for mercy, you can definitely save your two grandchildren!
She took a deep breath, raised her head toward the small courtyard, and prayed loudly with tears in her eyes.
"Wang Fang, a mortal woman, lives in the fifth house at the south end of Tongzhu Street. She has two grandchildren. She was innocently killed by a ghost tonight. She went crazy and fell into a coma. She never woke up! Please show mercy to your Majesty and save my two grandchildren.
My son! Every woman will definitely set up a longevity tablet for the Great King, burn incense day and night, and pray to the Great King for eternal happiness and eternal life."
"In the mortal king's city, my wife was injured by an evil spirit while feeding the horses in the stable. Her life is at stake. I beg the great king to be compassionate and cast a spell to save her. This little person will surely pray for the great king day and night and spread his kindness in this life."
"My Le family's ancestral home, where the ashes of our ancestors are enshrined, was set on fire by a ghost boy. It was extinguished and burned again, wu wu wu... If the ancestral house is destroyed, how can my two brothers have the face to see their ancestors underground. I beg your Majesty to dissuade that person.
Ghost boy..."
In the pouring rain, everyone kowtowed and prayed.
They ignored their family members' dissuasion and braved the wind and rain to come to the south of the city. Naturally, they were determined and would not give up until the king was invited.
At this time, the boy's voice came from the yard.
"This is the residence of Master Yichen, and there is no big king. My fellow villagers, please go back. It's a cold night and rainy, so don't hurt yourself."
The sound fell, and the weak candle in the small courtyard went out.
There is no barrier in the sky, and the rainwater pours into the courtyard, splashing on the eaves and elm trees, splashing a layer of gray mist.
When everyone raised their heads again, they saw that the small courtyard in front of them was no different from an ordinary county courtyard.
The scene that I had seen before was not disturbed by the wind and rain, it was like a dream, making people feel trance-like.
Snapped!
Mrs. Zhang kowtowed again, her eyes red, and she kowtowed repeatedly.
"Your Majesty, please have mercy!"
"Please, great king, save my wife!"
"If the great king refuses to meet us! We will keep kneeling here!"
…
Zhang and others did not discover it.
A group of people wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats were standing at the far corner of the street, staring at them coldly.