Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Yam Luo said that a very powerful person is coming today and he is not free."

"Big shot?"

When the old man heard this, he touched his remaining beard.

"It's been a long time since we had a big shot here. I don't know who it is..."

Under the bow of the boat, a water ghost suddenly emerged from the river and lay beside the boat.

"I know, ask me, ask me, ask me!"

"who is it?"

The water ghost chuckled, "It's the young master, the one above, the very powerful one."

As soon as these words came out, the old man looked surprised, "Really? How could it be?"

"Could it be that something big happened again——"

"Which one?"

The girl, who had just transformed, came over with a small face, curious, "Who are you talking about?"

His face was marked and his eyes were blank and spotless.

The water ghost flipped his hair, "You don't know this? He is the young master, the most powerful immortal in the heaven. It is said that he will be the emperor of heaven in the future, and he is the boss among the immortals."

"…Should I know about him?"

The beautiful girl pouted her lips, obviously not interested.

"No wonder all the Yamas have to go to greet him. It turns out he is just a arrogant and smelly god. Hey, I'm not surprised."

She is a monster and has a natural disdain for gods.

When he heard that it was a god, he immediately lost interest, turned around and jumped from the side, his body was extremely flexible.

"I'm going out to play, let's go!"

She clasped her hands behind her back and skipped towards the gate of hell.

There is nothing fun in hell, she plans to go out and hang out.

The old man on the ferry felt relieved when he saw her leaving.

Thinking of something, he quickly asked: "What are you doing here, Master? Is it possible..."

"have no idea."

The well-informed water ghost unexpectedly knew nothing this time.

He looked around and lowered his voice, "It is said that it came suddenly, and the Yamas were not prepared."

"...Ah...it's actually like this..."

It seems that the Yama Palace should be very nervous at this moment.

It's no wonder that they don't have time to play with that big devil Yun Si.

The old man on the ferry stroked his beard and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the sky is still blood red.

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The Master of God came to hell for the second time, and for a while, everyone in the Yama Hall was ready.

Cleaning and tidying up, King Yama hurriedly put on the court clothes he didn't usually wear and put on his crown and hat.

The battle was so chaotic that everyone was extremely nervous, for fear of neglecting the gods who had suddenly arrived.

Fortunately, the god is gentle and easy-going and has no airs.

Very low-key, came in plain clothes and only sat for a while.

Thousands of years have passed, and unlike the last time the gods personally descended, this time, hell is peaceful and peaceful, without much dispute or conflict.

Although the ghosts are still cruel, greedy and advocating violence, they do not dare to conflict with the Yama Temple.

Before the ghosts in the underworld, he was quite honest and peaceful.

Yama led the noble and unparalleled gods to view the Yama Palace and the layers of hell.

After so many years, the hell that was once barren of grass is now covered with flowers.

Coquettish flowers covered with blood grow on both sides of the road, full of vitality, decorating the barren hell.

It was as if the fire he had left here without taking it away had turned into bunches of flowers, burning warmly.

The gods slowly walked through the flower path, and under the leadership of Yama, they walked across the Wangchuan Bridge again.

Po Meng by the bridge saluted him, and the old ferryman under the bridge also saluted him.