Late at night, Mengpo Village
Man Zhu Sha Hua, like withered grass, was placed on the table in Room 37, and a few wisps of ghost air appeared in the room.
Hades tea appeared from the air of the nether world, looked at Sanqi sleeping with the quilt between her eyes, and picked up the Manzhu Sha Hua on the table.
"The other shore flower." Tea said to herself, looking at it with silk in her eyes.
Then the tea cut its own hands, and drops of black liquid fell on the Manzhu Sha Hua, which was absorbed by the Manzhu Sha Hua.
It is not blood, but the extremely dense ghost air.
"Let's blossom quickly!" Cha Cha looked at the Manzhu Sha Hua, looking forward to the truth, "I'm sure you won't be disappointed with this gift."
After all this, the tea disappeared in the black air.
……
A part of the underworld
Zhao Li held a jar of wine in his hand, and his legs were on the dark table in front of him, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He was thinking about the woman named Jiang Weili.
He saw it twenty years ago, in the underworld.
At that time, he sent a spirit directly to reincarnation under the secret order of the Hades King. It was a broken soul with only one soul. It bypassed the Mengpo Villa, Nie Jingtai, and Naihe Bridge.
Who does that soul belong to? Hades made such a big fight. Now he is entangled with a human power. When he thinks about it with his toes, he knows that this woman named Jiang Weili is unusual.
Jiang Yuli, who are you with the secret reincarnation?
"Ha ha, Zhao Li, I heard that you are going to marry Sanqi, but it is the gift of Hades. You are really lucky!" A rather gloating laugh came from the outside, and then a man wearing the same clothes as Zhao Li walked into the house.
Murong is a soul ferry operator.
"Laugh at your second uncle, who has such a big mouth that he has to poke the news to you so quickly?" Zhao Li was not very angry and wanted to shout the wine jar in his face, but after thinking about it, it was too wasteful.
"It was the Ming cavalry of the Wheel Hall who told me," Murong said.
"I'll hurry up. It's only half a day, and the place as far as the Runner Hall knows." The official of Zhao was so surprised that he pulled his feet back and stood up.
The Carousel Hall is in the deep of the underworld, the place closest to the Hell Mountain where the Hades is.
"Congratulations." Murong said with a joking smile, "You will have a family ghost in the future. If you fool around again, I will tell your family."
"Ah, a headache, a headache." Hearing the words "three seven" in your house, Zhao Li seemed to hear the three words of Tang Monk's mantra. "Anyway, guess who I saw in Mengpo Villa today."
"Who?" Murong looked at Zhao officials curiously.
The Zhao official looked around, looking worried that the wall had ears: "Do you still remember the soul that had only one soul twenty years ago?"
Murong didn't seem to be the Zhao official who saw Jiang Weili today and thought for a long time before he got some impression. After all, he usually did a lot of immoral things for Hades.
"A little impression."
"I saw her in Huangquan today."
"She died so quickly. She was only twenty years old." Murong was surprised.
"No, I came with a great man."
Murong shook his head and sighed, "What a great man!"
"You and I are also great people," Zhao said. "Once."
When Zhao Li and Murong looked at each other, they saw the incomparable sadness and loss in each other's eyes.
……
In the 800 mile yellow spring under the dark night, wisps of black gas overflow from the yellow sand, and sometimes ghost hands come out.
Ying Yuan walks in the yellow spring with a figure, Hou Qing.
Not far away, the air of the nether world was surging, and a big war was going on.
"Come on, let's go and have a look." Ying Yuan glanced at Hou Qing and said.
"All right, it's your destiny." Hou Qing replied.
"Powerful Tianlong."
"Prajna Buddhas."
"The Buddha is hiding."
"Flying dragons are in the sky."
A move of magic will kill the evil spirits and Shura in Huangquan.
In the yellow sand all over the sky, a huge black scorpion got under the sand and quickly got far away.
"Giant scorpion." Ying Yuan was puzzled.
It was the monster that was taken away by Wutianheilian. How could she appear in the underworld? She should be in the Ashura world.
"Sir, the monk's blood is shining ineffectively. It is the fragrance of lotus, and it looks delicious." Hou Qing saw his eyes shining green, and could not wait to jump on it and take a bite.
"Keep your blood pure." Ying Yuan knocked Houqing's head and taught him a lesson.
Shortly afterwards, there was peace again in the middle of the Yellow Spring, and only a monk in white stood in front of him as an independent person.
"Great monk is good at means," Ying Yuanzan said.
The western soil is really rich, and another great monk is dead and alive.
Perhaps there are Manjusri, Samantabhadra, Avalokitesvara, Maitreya, and Dizang.
"I come from the west, Mahakaya."
"Half a temple in Kunlun should be predestined."
"It's the power of Kunlun, and I've heard a lot about it." Jiaye said politely, and looked at Hou Qing beside Ying Yuan. "Is this a zombie?"
"Yes, it belongs to my family." Yingyuan said.
Houqing smiled and nodded at Jiaye, who also smiled back.
"What's the big monk doing here?" Yingyuan asked curiously.
The nameless is the early moon who came to find him. What's the reason of the underworld.
"Many years ago, there was a monk in western China who left the temple. Since then, he has never returned. I followed his footsteps and found that he was in the underworld, so I ventured into the underworld." Kasyapa explained.
"I see."
I came to look for the unknown.
Maybe it will be futile. Maybe it will be better for us to catch up with ourselves. The netherworld is not like the heaven and the west. With the leader of the Ten Hall Netherworld Cult, the west can't get people from here.
A long time ago, the King of Underground Storage could not get out of the trap after entering the nether world, and was suppressed under the Hell Mountain.
"Why did power enter the underworld?" Kaye asked.
"Nothing, just bring a friend in to have a look." Ying Yuan said simply.
"The underworld is really a good place for zombies." Kasyapa thought that the friend who should be told was Hou Qing. "If you can do nothing, I will leave."
"Big monk, please go ahead." Yingyuan raised his hand.
Watching Jiaye leaving, Hou Qing said, "Lord Yingyuan, this is a very powerful monk."
Ying Yuan nodded. Could the eldest disciple of the Tathagata not be powerful?
But I don't know whether he can still walk out after entering the underworld. This is not the soft persimmon that Ren Mantian Buddha kneaded in his journey to the west.
After Gaye left, Ying Yuan found a suitable place in the Yellow Spring and buried Hou Qing with only a small head exposed.
"You are here to absorb the spirit of the nether world and come back to pick you up when I leave." Yingyuan touched her head.
"I know." Hou Qing said tactfully, and then the whole person sank under the yellow spring and was enveloped by the air of the nether world.
Zombies are very comfortable in the air of the nether world, just like people in hot springs.
"Sir, it's very comfortable here. Do you want to bury it together?" Hou Qing sincerely invited.
"No, I'm not a zombie. Please stay by yourself."
"Remember, don't run around, or I'll set you on fire."
"Yes, my lord, I am enjoying myself."
Sow a seed in spring and grow a big tree in autumn. Ying Yuan also hopes to grow a powerful zombie. If he is not there one day, Hou Qing will not be bullied by those indiscriminate people when he goes out.
Having accompanied him for so many years, he has long regarded this little zombie as a family member.
Don't live up to the name!
Back in Mengpozhuang, Ying Yuan stood in front of his bed, and the quilt was spread flat on the bed. He waved his hand to remove the dust.
Then lie on the bed, pull the quilt to the shoulder level position, pull out your hands from the quilt, and press them straight on the quilt.
Slowly close your eyes, the candles in the room will go out, and forget all your troubles for a while.
Wish you a good dream tonight.