Chapter 87 Li Qingxians encounter with the underworld
After the hook landed on the gray bird's nest ten times in a row, Li Qingxian put down the bait star and succeeded once.
One by one, catch them slowly.
An hour later, after consuming five lucky fish and four purchased life stars, he successfully caught Gray Bird in the Nest, Microscale Hidden Grass, Refuge Hide and Stray Harm.
Li Qingxian immediately removed the Fox's Fake Tiger's Mighty Star, and placed the Gray Bird in the Nest, the Microscale Hidden Grass and the Refuge Hide on the Moon Pillar, the Sun Pillar and the Hour Pillar.
With four lives in hand, Li Qingxian immediately felt that the light emitted by his life palace was even stronger, and there was a faint mysterious aura inside the life palace.
Although the mist of destiny failed to form, the destiny has been greatly changed.
Li Qingxian made some further deductions and re-adjusted the positions of the four horoscopes, following the yin and yang and the five elements, to resolve conflicts and make the fortune more prosperous.
Finally, Li Qingxian frowned and looked at the golden toad holding the treasure.
This horoscope can indeed make you rich, but if it doesn't match the other three horoscopes, it's better to be out of the crowd and harm your horse.
Think for a moment and look at Mingchi and Mingxing Mountain.
In the fate pond, there are five luck fishes wandering around. I get one every day, which consumes a lot of money.
On the Mingxing Mountain, there were originally eighteen purchased lives, but now six have been used and twelve are left.
In addition, there are also foxes and tigers pretending to be powerful and straying from the group to harm horses.
With a thought in his mind, the golden toad left the Ming Mansion with the treasure in its hand, and the fox pretended to be the tiger's power and landed on the life pillar.
The moment the fate star hung on the pillar, Li Qingxian felt his fate palace shake slightly.
A faint mist of life appeared on the star of life.
Four lives make the game.
Above the four destiny stars and under the destiny mist, there is a tiny glass ball.
The life star is the size of a human head, and this small glass ball is only as big as the pad of your little finger.
White mist swirls in the glass ball.
Li Qingxian's face was filled with joy: "The God of Fate is pregnant! I didn't expect that the combination of Pang Mingjing and Ge Chao's Fate Star could actually give birth to the God of Fate. Come to think of it, a fox pretending to be a tiger has the intention of deception."
Li Qingxian quit with satisfaction and once again looked at Ge Chao's fate.
Without the protection of Fate Bureau, and being suppressed by the Emperor Star, a series of destiny images appeared above Ge Chao's head, just like in a movie.
Li Qingxian looked at each one carefully.
After stopping to watch his life and breathing, he noticed from the corner of his eye that there was an official wearing a fourth-grade official uniform standing next to Zhou Chunfeng. He only had a Taoist crown on his head, but he didn't care and asked: "Is the swordsman and pen official here?"
"Here!" The two tenth-grade officials beside Jing Guan who were in charge of interrogation records walked out.
"Record it now."
"Yes." The two swordsmen and penmen immediately picked up their pens and spread the paper.
Li Qingxian recounted some of the contents of the destiny picture like a barrage of bullets.
"His wife is innocent, but his son has long been instigated to rebel. The birthday medicine store five streets away from his home is one of their strongholds. He once framed a night guard, and the jailer was unjust...
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When Li Qingxian finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Li Qingxian cupped his hands in the direction of the imperial city and said: "The reason why I can understand so clearly is entirely thanks to the emperor. He is under the command of the Emperor Star."
Everyone suddenly understood and nodded slightly.
"Okay, a tiger father has no dog sons!" the fourth-rank official praised.
Zhou Chunfeng said: "This is Lord Wu Zhaowu, the prison envoy. If you have any questions about Taoism in the future, you can come and ask Lord Wu for advice."
"My lower official, Li Qingxian, has met Wu Zhao's prison envoy." Li Qingxian looked at the Taoist official.
He is tall, thin and lanky, with a wrinkled face and three strands of pure black beard. He is wearing a regular fourth-grade official uniform and a pure Yang Taoist crown on his head. He looks like he is in his fifties or sixties.
Wu Zhao smiled and said: "I didn't go to Si Zhengdian the last two times, but I missed two good shows. As for the Taoist issues, with Fairy Qingcheng here, the poor Taoist will not show his shame."
Li Qingxian said: "Senior Sister Youfei has studied a lot, but when it comes to Taoist practice, she is far inferior to you."
"Have you become an official disciple of Tianxiao Sect?" Wu Zhao asked.
"It's Senior Sister Youfei who takes over as a disciple." Li Qingxian said.
Wu Zhao nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Okay, my Taoism is the most suitable for you."
"Alas..." Zhou Chunfeng sighed helplessly, "This kid is good at everything, but he can't be good at literature or martial arts."
Wu Zhao stroked his beard and chuckled.
"Is it done?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.
Li Qingxian said: "It's over."
"Old Wu, I won't disturb you anymore," Zhou Chunfeng said.
"I'll drop by the room to see you off."
Zhou Chunfeng and Wu Zhao were in front, and everyone was behind. They walked out of the cell, walked a few steps, and entered the main road. Suddenly, fog filled the front.
"Be careful!" Wu Zhao warned in a low voice.
Li Qingxian looked up and his heart skipped a beat.
The road ahead leading to the west gate is as white as jade, like the spread of winter snow.
Gray fog billows at the end of the white road.
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at each other, but no one said anything.
"So unlucky?" Li Qingxian murmured to himself.
Zhou Chunfeng whispered: "Don't talk nonsense. Old Wu, you stay where they are and look after them. I'll go to the end to check on the situation."
Wu Zhao nodded slightly, his expression solemn.
The two of them reached into the lucky silverbait bag at the same time. Wu Zhao took out a French iron seven-star sword, and Zhou Chunfeng took out a yellowed old book.
Zhou Chunfeng slowly walked to the junction of the black road and the white road, and the thick fog in front of him became lighter.
The white road suddenly became bubbling, and pieces of long black hair poked out from it, densely packed, floating gently in the air, like water plants.
Wu Zhao murmured in a low voice: "Black hair grows on the white ground, and there is no turning back from this road."
Deep in the white road, there stands a gray-white stone doorframe that is about a foot high. The threshold is about a foot high. It has three floors, front, middle and back. Each floor is as undulating as a mountain. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist and densely forested.
The door frame divides the white road into two. At the end of the white road, in the deepest part of the dense fog, there are two closed frameless doors, as high as ten stories high.
Li Qingxian looked at the door from a distance. The door looked like it was made of brass and was thick in texture.
The left half of the door is carved with winding river channels, and between the mountains, dark yellow water flows from bottom to top.
A city is carved on the right door, with vague creatures walking in the city. These creatures also move forward from bottom to top. Once they stop or turn back, they are swept away by the dark yellow river water.
Occasionally, yellow clothes flashed through the mist on both sides of the door.
Zhou Chunfeng actually stood still.
Wu Zhao sighed softly and said: "Everyone stays where they are. There is no way back."
Wu Zhao lowered his voice and shouted forward: "Lao Zhou, how are you?"
"It doesn't matter, I haven't stepped into the point of no return. As long as I don't look back, I can solve it by staying on the same spot. If I can solve the problem of the point of no return, I can go back. I recognize the 'Santu Mountain' on the threshold in front of me. What is that door?"
"Huangquan." Wu Zhao's voice was low.
"I understand." Zhou Chunfeng said.
Ta...ta...ta...
A dignified fourth-grade official, standing in front of his hair that was as fluttering as waterweed, was like a soldier standing still.
Wu Zhao turned his head and glanced at everyone.
Li Qingxian was with Zhou Hen, followed by Jing Guan and Wu Zhao's two subordinates, as well as a ninth-grade jailer captain and six tenth-grade jailers, plus Zhou Chunfeng, a total of fourteen people.
Everyone looked scared.
Zhou Hen secretly sent a message: "Try not to move forward, try not to move."
Li Qingxian nodded lightly.
Wu Zhao sighed and said: "I know you are scared and even want to escape, but it is impossible. Not only you, hundreds of jailers, officials and prisoners in the entire area are trapped. I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that the underworld is dead and will naturally dissipate after twelve hours. It is the most 'kind' and simplest of the endless ghosts. If we encounter another ghost from the Prison Division, one of us will
None of them will survive. The bad news is that one ship takes people to hell every hour. We are the first to see the hell gate, so we have the highest possibility of being sent to hell."
