Huang Ting

Hu Xiuwu's calm voice came clearly to his ears, and Zhang Chulan was startled.

The Heavenly Master once told Zhang Chulan that once you enter Queen Luo Feng, as long as Hu Xiuwu is willing to see you, he will hear your call no matter where you are.

Lord Yin is the emperor of the underworld, who rules all spirits and controls reincarnation. Luo Feng is like the country in the palm of Lord Yin. What happens in any corner of Luo Feng cannot be hidden from him.

'What Master said is actually true.'

Although he had been prepared in his heart, Zhang Chulan still felt that this scene was a bit outrageous when it actually happened. Hu Xiuwu's strength was much higher than him during the Luotian Festival, but it was still within his range of cognition.

How come after just a few months, he became so strong that he surpassed the level of a human being?

After Zhang Chulan was stunned for a while, he organized his words and said in a crying voice:

"Uncle, your nephew and I were bullied again. Someone used the secret of the Jiashen Rebellion to lure me to Nathan Island."

"There are all bad people out there, and they don't have good intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, light and shadow flowed in front of Zhang Chulan's eyes, and the surrounding scene was pulled into a stream of light. The stream of light from all phenomena formed a tunnel, which seemed very long, but also seemed to be only one step away.

There was a bright light at the end of the tunnel, and Zhang Chulan couldn't help but close his eyes due to the excitement.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a colorful courtyard, with a gold plaque with the word Qingwan hanging on the arch of the courtyard.

The courtyard contains the spirit of spring. The towering ladder building in the center of the courtyard is like a canopy. There are countless exotic flowers and plants in the courtyard, but they are well-proportioned and surrounded by fragrance. There are blue lights and crystal texture among the branches and leaves.

Insects dotted the area, and there were five or six fat chirps playing in the grass.

It not only has the appearance of wealth and honor in the human world, but also contains the spiritual charm of the fairy family.

Seeing the fairyland was shocking. Fortunately, Zhang Chulan had seen enough wonders along the way. He had received many shocks in a short period of time, and he was still in a state of paralysis.

If you drink too much cola, you won’t feel the stimulation of carbon dioxide for the time being.

Turning a blind eye to the beautiful scenery, Zhang Chulan found Hu Xiuwu's figure.

Hu Xiuwu was wearing an imperial robe, sitting casually on a stone bench, and was making a piece of black mud.

It seems to be free and easy, but who dares to ignore people who can be free and easy in the underworld.

Live the Qi and nourish the body. After Hu Xiuwu sat down on the throne of Yin Lord, the idleness disappeared a lot, and the majesty of the Emperor became increasingly strong.

Zhang Chulan hesitated for a moment without shaking Bilian, and then she mustered up the courage to rush towards Hu Xiuwu and act coquettishly for him:

"My uncle! Help, your nephew is being targeted again."

Hu Xiuwu carefully shaped a section of the city wall, and then assembled it on the unfinished clay sculpture city on the stone table next to him, just like assembling a Lego castle.

Suddenly I heard a whirring sound in my ears, and I waved my hand impatiently.

Zhang Chulan felt as if he was hit by an invisible air palm and flew into the grass. Countless blue fireflies were frightened by him, and the sky was filled with fluorescent light. Several fat bluebirds landed on the branches and sat in a row, looking at him curiously.

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The scene was very romantic and childish, but Zhang Chulan himself was very embarrassed. He even felt as if he heard the chirping and laughing sounds of children, just like the naughty kids in the kindergarten who mocked college students who couldn't play with their toys.

No, I don't know how to do this. It's too bad.

Especially when their laughter comes from the heart, their clear and sincere eyes are the most hurtful.

Hu Xiuwu ignored his eldest nephew who was self-pitying and a prodigy in drama. He stood up and greeted the master: "Uncle Liu, I have heard my master mention you a long time ago. He said that you are the master of all the true Taoism and Dharma."

Liu Dongtian cupped his hands and said: "Yin Lord is in love, there are countless experts in the Quanzhen three lineages, and the Quanzhen Wuliu sect and the seniors are constantly innovating. I am nothing."

Facing Yin Jun's hard work, Liu Dongtian, who is as old as Liu Dongtian, will certainly not be as excited as a young man, and his blood will surge up, or the corner of his mouth will be cracked to his ears, and he will immediately feel complacent.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.

Hu Xiuwu did not hide his purpose. The most difficult part of starting a business had been completed. He was qualified to treat the virtuous corporal and invited others directly:

"Master Liu is a master of Taoism and has insight into life and death. I would like to invite him to be the Yin God of the underworld and assist me in governing the underworld. I wonder what his wishes are?"

Liu Dongtian smiled and said, "Of course I do."

Liu Dongtian simply surprised Hu Xiuwu: "Master, don't you think about it more?"

When he invited Liu Kunsheng back then, due to the Northeast Immortal Family behind him, Liu Kunsheng also thought about it for a long time and just made up his mind a while ago.

Liu Dongtian said: "As a dead old man, what do I need to think about when I resume my job?"

Hu Xiuwu laughed dumbly: "Of course,"

He understood what Liu Dongtian meant. He was not like Liu Kunsheng, who led the entire Changbai Immortal Township to join the underworld. Liu Dongtian only joined the underworld on behalf of an individual, and did not involve the Baiyun Temple of Quanzhen Longmen in the underworld.

However, Hu Xiuwu had no intention of developing too much power in the Yang world. Yin and Yang can cycle, but they must not be chaotic.

Hu Xiuwu asked: "After I put my uncle on the list and canonize him as a ghost and god in the underworld, he will have a life span of 500 years, but the body of ghosts and gods still does not have the physical body to contain infinite mysteries."

Hu Xiuwu feels this deeply. Even though he has taken the position of Yin Lord, let go of his back, and goes all out, even the Heavenly Master is no longer his opponent, but the twenty-four gods in the "Huang Ting Jing" are still digging for him.

physical potential.

Liu Dongtian was very contented and looked at things openly: "It doesn't matter, I'm lucky to be able to participate in this new era."

Hu Xiuwu said: "Actually, I have a way to make up for my regrets, but I don't know if my uncle can accept it."

Liu Dong listened carefully,

Hu Xiuwu introduced: "There is a mountain in the north of Fengdu City, called Rakshasa. The mountain can breed the Rakshasa ghost race, which is considered the native race of Luo Fengtian."

"Even I can't violate the order of yin and yang. I can't let my uncle return to the yang. But I can let my uncle be reincarnated as a Rakshasa ghost clan."

The Rakshasa ghost tribe is originally the Luo Fengtian native troop supply race selected by Hu Xiuwu. They will select the souls of the dead who have committed serious crimes but are sincerely repentant, and reincarnate them as Rakshasa ghosts to atone for their sins and eliminate their karma.

To put it bluntly, they are actually the ghost and god version of the death squads. They are the first to take the vanguard and narrowly escape death. They are responsible for various high-risk tasks.

Hu Xiuwu needs a Rakshasa ghost king to lead these Rakshasa evil ghosts, and even provide psychological counseling to the Rakshasa ghosts under his banner who are highly likely to have self-destructive tendencies.

Therefore, the ghost king not only needs to be extremely powerful in battle, but also needs to have insight into human nature and be rich in experience.

Wu Neng can be the father and lead the charge. Wen Neng can be the mother and be good at teaching.

It was not easy to find this candidate. Hu Xiuwu's Dharmakaya, Emperor Fengdu, had been searching for the undead in the underworld during this period, but still could not find his favorite candidate.

If Zhang Chulan hadn't brought Liu Dongtian over, Hu Xiuwu would have had to wait until Liu Dongtian died and entered the Red Lotus to discover this great god.

Hu Xiuwu blew a breath, and the debris on the stone table swirled together to form a figure of the Rakshasa Ghost Clan, which vividly displayed the appearance of the four-armed warrior god of the Rakshasa Ghost Clan. The details were lifelike, much like Yi

An expensive figure that suffered at the hands of a naughty child.

Liu Dongtian looked down at the ferocious Rakshasa ghost clan, and after a while he suddenly burst into laughter: "I just took advantage of Xingyang's words to tell my descendants not to be limited by their appearance, and now I have the opportunity to set an example by setting an example. What a clever secret."

"Your Majesty, I can't wait any longer."

Hu Xiuwu stood up and held his hands in his hands: "Then Xiuwu would like to send you off to your uncle. I would like to invite him to join the list."

The scroll of ghosts and gods was unfolded, and Liu Dongtian's name fell off the list.

Liu Dongtian's spiritual body turned into a white light, soared into the sky, flew to the north of Fengdu, streaked across the sky like a meteor, and finally fell into the Luosha Mountain.

Hu Xiuwu kept working on his hands, squeezing the clay sculpture, and the sand city on the stone table at hand was missing the last gate tower.

"You are left, Chu Lan."

"I know why you are here, and I will help you this time."

After getting up from the grass, Zhang Chulan, who was standing next to him obediently, looked happy.

"However, teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish."

"You're ready."

Zhang Chulan stammered: "What are you going to prepare?"

(End of chapter)