Red Heart Survey

There are people who do not achieve enlightenment through merits and virtues in the world - Martial Ancestor Wang Ao, who crushed merits and virtues with his fists and benefited the martial arts of the world.

Jiang Wang wanted to emulate the wise and was as heroic as he was.

Even a strong man like Mu Fuyao, who had already bet on the opportunity to achieve enlightenment and placed a heavy bet on Jiang Wang, could not help but be silent for a while because of this calmness and confidence!

He even doubted whether the natural chasm that he had been looking at but could not reach for so many years really existed.

How can transcendence be really destined, and do we still need to choose the way to transcend?

In the end, He just sighed.

"Perhaps if I shut myself in, I will eventually become old and decayed. If the source of life does not flow, it will become a swamp of corruption. I should also go to Taixu Public School to feel the ever-changing mood of young people. I teach the world with the great way, and the world teaches me with a pure heart."

"Then-" He looked at Jiang Wang: "As a gift of introduction to Jiang Geyuan, what else do I need to give?"

After a long time, He knew very well what was important. Negotiate the conditions very frankly, not just empty words: "I can cut three pieces of [Sunset Square Wood] of this specification at most, and more will hurt the foundation."

Jiang Wang used his fingertips to push back the [Sunset Square Wood] that was pushed over, and held it in his hand: "I use it to practice, not to fight. One is enough."

"I will nominate you for the Taixu Conference on June 9th. During this period, you may as well live in the Baiyujing Restaurant first-"

"Manager Bai!" He called: "Venerable Mu will live in the building for a while, please arrange it for him."

Bai Yuxia, who had been listening to the noise outside, ate melon seeds and staggered to the door again, looking embarrassed: "Ah, this-"

Mu Fuyao handed over a bag of Yuanshi: "Mu knows that it is not easy to run a business. Mu will be responsible for all the expenses here. If there is any shortage, please let me know."

Otherwise, how can you say that you have the hope of transcendence!

It has always been that ants need to be sensible, you have already respected this realm, and you can still take care of everything. It's not easy!

"What are you talking about! Everyone who comes is a guest, let alone a distinguished guest like Venerable Mu!" Bai Yuxia put the Yuanshi into his arms, and his wrinkled handsome face had already burst into laughter. He turned around attentively: "I will move out for a few months and make room for you!"

The Baiyujing Restaurant is not small, but there are too many people living inside and outside.

Jiang Wang, Jiang Anan, Ye Qingyu, Chu Yao, Bai Yuxia, Lian Yuchan, Zhu Weiwo, Jingli, all of whom have lived in the Baiyujing Restaurant and have had formal jobs, all have their own rooms.

Those who left like Lin Xian have to live in the woodshed when they come back.

Like Xi Ming, they can only be considered guests. Now the guest rooms have been changed, and there is no place to stay if you want to come and live again.

Xiang Qian is the only one who has lived in the Baiyujing Restaurant but has never done any work. This guy doesn't mind sleeping on two stools or hanging with a rope. Jiang Wang is afraid that he will affect the image of the restaurant, so he still prepares a room for him.

Zuo Guangshu's room was also indispensable. Although he hadn't boiled water for a few days, he would often come here to rest when traveling around the world. Because they hadn't officially married yet, Qu Shunhua, who often came with him, also had a room.

Then there were Xiaowu and Hu Ge, who also had their own rooms here. This place would always be their home, although they had never lived here.

These rooms were arranged separately, so it was not convenient for outsiders to live in. Fortunately, Shopkeeper Bai was warm and hospitable, otherwise it would be difficult to arrange...

Xianlong shook his head and said nothing.

But there was no need to worry that Shopkeeper Bai would live poorly. He built a luxurious mansion for his mother in Xingyueyuan, and vacated the room in the building for Mu Fuyao, just in time for her to go home and enjoy it every day.

I don't know why things are so busy.

Now Xianlong was sitting alone, and he could finally open the letter slowly.

...

At the same time, the White Bone Temple, which had been quiet for a long time, quietly opened the door.

The monks of sentient beings who were in charge of this place walked out of this palace, and then turned around and came to the Yama Palace.

As the core of the established underworld, the importance of the Yama Palace has become more and more known as the underworld gradually approaches the world.

But it is not the first time for the monks of sentient beings to come here. Those gods and ghosts who are mixed here, whether sensible or not, have become sensible.

Besides, all the palaces are silent now!

The ten Yama Palaces have already withered their divine fire, leaving only the Jiulun Palace where the Yama King of the Fifth Palace is located, and the Qifei Palace where the Equal King of the Ninth Palace is located.

Now the Jiulun Palace is about to be destroyed!

Although there are countless ghosts flying around outside the palace; although the entire Jiulun Palace is shining and majestic; although standing outside the palace, there is only one person who wants to attack this palace.

One person is enough.

The man in black clothes with a knife stands like a vertical blade.

What is the flying ghost formation, what is Lord Yama, the god of the underworld...

It's hard to withstand a blow!

At the same level of Dongzhen, he is qualified to challenge the first true in the Central Region and the first true in the Northern Territory. As for the true god King Yama hiding in Jiulun Palace... it's better not to mention it.

True gods are not weak, and there are heroes in the way of gods. The weak ones are these gods who borrow their positions. Because the power belongs to the Yama Palace, this King Yama is just borrowing it. Maybe in time, he can integrate it. But Qin Zhizhen at that time is not the Qin Zhizhen now.

"I have given you enough time to ask for help, to ask for assistance, and to let you think of a way. But you seem to have run out of tricks?"

Qin Zhizhen said slowly: "I still only see ghosts!"

There was no sound in Jiulun Palace.

If begging for mercy is useful, Su She will not be stingy with dignity. If there is a chance to surrender, Su She will not be reluctant to bend down.

It was because he understood the reason why Qin Zhizhen came to him and it had nothing to do with what he did that he felt desperate!

Where the Qin chariots rolled over, he was nothing but dust.

His appeal to King Qin Guang fell on deaf ears.

His appeal to Marquis Bowang for help... could not be reached.

He kept calling the Buddha's name of the real Ksitigarbha, but he knew in his heart that he could not get the Buddha's mercy.

The current Ksitigarbha was not really a brain!

He thought of the name he dared not think of, but knew that if he really spoke, he would not need Qin Zhizhen, Yin Guan would curse him to death first.

And... why should he save him?

They did have a life-and-death friendship, but it was not to save lives, but to kill lives.

He hid in the corner of the wall surrounded by gold bricks and looked out through the crack of the door -

Dust and smoke rolled, and the cold light was like the moon.

Outside the Jiulun Palace, Qin Zhizhen was dressed in black clothes like iron. He was about to wield the sword to open the way for Qin's journey to the underworld.

He naturally hoped that this sword would be cut more beautifully, and that everything in the underworld would be clearer before this sword.

Unfortunately, the goal was limited to this. Let King Yama get involved, but he won't be able to pull out any roots.

From this, we can see that although Ksitigarbha has great ambitions, Yama Palace has not yet established a flesh-and-blood interest relationship with the underworld. Is it because Yin Guan killed the only Yang God, so there is no leader and the past is clear. Or is it because of the secret suppression of Jing State and Qi State?

With the first move of hunting [Ksitigarbha], it is reasonable for these two parties to have an advantage in the underworld.

If the underworld is allowed to develop, Yama Palace will surely grow rapidly into a powerful force. This is why Qin Zhizhen cut it here with a knife.

But as a newcomer, he also had to consider whether the two parties that had already arranged it would be touched when he cut it.

As for the Chu State that also participated in the hunt... it would be best if they ran into each other!

"Then let it be."

Qin Zhizhen didn't care whether the process was interesting or not, but felt that his serious preparation was somewhat let down.

It was like moving to Mount Yao and just smashing a mosquito to death.

He didn't even put his hand on the hilt, but behind him, a dense crowd of ghosts from the underworld slowly floated out. At a glance, there were tens of thousands of them, all transformed by supernatural powers.

No one in ancient and modern times has supernatural powers that are so abundant.

Like Wang Yiwu, he can also be a million soldiers, but that is the original performance of the supernatural power of the master of soldiers.

He is different. He is purely a powerful supernatural power, like a flood flooding mulberry fields, piling up with a sea of ​​​​water.

If [Ten Thousand Transformations] is added, without considering the loss, a hundred thousand ghosts, the posture of a strong army, is not impossible to approach.

The only thing is... these ghosts all need him to control, and he can only instill simple commands, and cannot promote too complicated military formations. After all, it is impossible to compare with a real strong army. This is still the result of his intensive practice of Yuanshen Fa and continuous strengthening of his divine thoughts.

But it can be said that -

As long as Jiang Wang can stand still, let him summon the Yama Palace, accumulate strength to the peak, slowly pile up the army, arrange the 100,000 ghosts in batches, and add the support of those ghost officials and ghost officials at the key nodes, he will show the complete body of King Yama... Even if Jiang Wang is in the state of the first cave truth in ancient and modern times, he is qualified to fight!

So the only question is how to make Jiang Wang stand still.

Qin Zhizhen smiled after realizing it, and cut off this idea.

From the vast number of ghosts behind him, two ghost generals suddenly walked out, turned in the black fog, and turned into black and white impermanence, and the army was strong! Then came the Ox-Headed Horse-Face, the Styx Boatman, the Iron Pen Judge... and a monk.

Monk? !

Qin Zhizhen suddenly pressed the knife and turned his body, and his body retreated directly, embedded in the void-

But a hand was placed on his shoulder, pulling him out of the void! Pulling him back to the underworld like pulling a carrot.

At the moment when the radish was unearthed, Qin Zhizhen had completely entered the combat state. The extremely sublimated small world spread outward, the soul [no clothes], the Taoist body [iron wall]! Moreover, the crown and clothes of the King of Hell appeared outside his body, and he immediately united with the underworld.

His [Hall of Hell] magical power is almost the embodiment of mythology, and it is a legend that people have been thinking about for many generations.

When the underworld is close to the present world, the legend becomes reality, and he will also get almost unlimited support in this world.

The underworld is almost his home court, which is one of the reasons why he took the lead in pioneering on behalf of the Qin State.

This King of Hell is as powerful as a volcanic eruption, raging and overwhelming, and the entire Hall of Hell is gloomy for a while!

But his hand loosened the handle of the knife again, because he had already seen the person coming clearly with his combat power raised to the limit.

The fierce murderous intent suddenly dissipated like dust and smoke, and he said unhappily: "There's no sound when you come here?"

"Hehe." The monk smiled: "Come and take a look."

He stood next to Qin Zhizhen, looking at the Jiulun Palace surrounded by thousands of ghosts, seeing it like a firefly in the long night, shaky, and said with a sigh: "This person and I are old."

"Oh?" Qin Zhizhen's eyes lit up.

What is a King of Hell?

His body of King Hell is not the same as this Lord of Hell!

How could a dignified Qin Zhizhen stick to the so-called name. He doesn't care what you call him.

But if the life of King Hell can be exchanged for a favor from Jiang Wang, it will be a big profit!

He was about to say, "Then I'll give you a favor."

But the monk of all living beings had already spoken: "But since I have offended Mr. Qin, I can't say anything. He deserves death. From now on, I have nothing to do with this beast... I will leave now."

"Huh?"

Before Qin Zhizhen could even finish a word, the monk of all living beings left in a hurry, as if he was escaping.

He was left confused.

The Jiang man respects me so much?

In such a big Taixu Pavilion, there are people with eyes on top of their heads, who want to show off all the time, who can't walk when they see a beauty, and who cover their heads to play quail... but there is no one who respects colleagues so much!

Something abnormal must be a demon.

But since Jiang Wang left like this, things have to continue.

It doesn't make sense that Jiang Wang doesn't care about it, and he has to go up and help Jiang Wang save his life.

He, Qin Geyuan, also wants to save face!

It's embarrassing that he hasn't reached the top for so long...

Either Jiang Wang asks for a favor, or the King of Hell spares his life.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the Black and White Impermanence, the Ox-Headed Horse-Faced, and the Judge of Life and Death led the army of ghosts that appeared and killed towards Jiulun Palace!

The ghost fog was dim and the dust rolled, and the divine light flickered and the wind blew the lamp.

The divine light outside the palace dimmed little by little. Those shrill ghost cries were getting louder and louder, but they were getting farther and farther away.

Su She sat on the throne of Lord Yama.

It was strange that he was unwilling and dissatisfied all his life.

He started from a small shop, and there were so many open and secret struggles, and so many toasts. He was cheated by others and also cheated many people. When he was rich, his shops were connected to the streets, and he was famous in the court and the country. When he was in decline, he broke his family and scattered his business, and only escaped with his life. He once aspired to become the first Lord of Business after Lord Liancheng Jin Qiuming, but in the end, he accidentally embarked on the path of a killer...

He escaped from death many times, struggled and suffered so many times, and finally got a true god position, escaped the calamity of [Ksitigarbha], and avoided the reckoning of the ancestor of curse, but inexplicably fell into such a desperate situation... just because his name is "King Yama"!

But he was not so unwilling.

Is it because he finally recognized the reality?

Or was it because he finally saw the person outside the Jiulun Palace, waited for that name, and heard that person say "old"?

He didn't know.

He almost killed that person, maybe it was a glory worth singing for his whole life.

Of course, it's all gone now.

The door of Jiulun Palace, which was being pushed open from the outside to the inside, seemed to welcome another world in his eyes.

The disintegrating Ten Thousand Ghosts Flying Souls Formation turned into a sky of blue-gray. The trajectory of the fleeing souls drifting in the air was like a dancer's ribbon.

For some reason, he thought of a very long past, about the 29th year of Yuanfeng.

The lights were bright, the singing and dancing were graceful, and the waist was weak in his hands.

He was a little drunk. In his sleepy eyes, he saw a drunken madman who covered his sleeves at the banquet and shouted: "I have seen that there is no one who stinks people with this thing like the Jubao Chamber of Commerce!"

Merchants are the benefit of the world.

Merchants are the communication of the world.

He once wanted to be a business lord praised by everyone, and he wanted to see the truth with this! How come it is so stinky?

Money, what's stinky?

Money, what's wrong?

There is no noble knife money in the world, nor is there a despicable way to make money!

Life is nothing more than a gamble, the winner will get a lot of money, and the loser will lose everything.

He looked outside the door, as if the madman was right in front of him. That dissolute man, arrogant guy!

He was carrying a wine pot and staggering in.

He was pointing at him and laughing wantonly!

He laughed too. There was a dice turning in his palm, but before the result came out, he closed his fingers and finally said, "The hustle and bustle, coming for money, going for money!"

Then he became a wisp of green smoke and left with the ghosts.

Whether alive or dead, people with different paths can never convince each other.

When Qin Zhizhen hung up his knife and walked into Jiulun Palace, he did not feel any resistance. Although this was not a difficult task, it was indeed too easy. This King of Hell is more fragile than imagined.

He slowly approached the King of Hell's throne and was about to analyze the embodiment of the God of Hell, but he saw a line of small words engraved with knife coins on the gold brick in front of the chair.

The words read--

"Decades of ups and downs in the business world are like a dream. More than ten years of walking on the edge of a knife, it is inevitable to hang your head!"

The last signature--

"Linzi Su She, the first King of Hell."

He is actually from Linzi?

No wonder he is said to have an old relationship with Jiang Wang.

Qin Zhizhen thought carelessly.

"Interesting!"

He stepped over it casually without erasing this trace.

In any case, Su She has been here. He is indeed the first King of Hell in Jiulun Palace.

...

...

In the narrow alley of Yulifang in Linzi, Chong Xuansheng once promised Xu Fang that he would use the destruction of Jubao Chamber of Commerce to bury him with him.

Later, it was indeed done.

But without Su She's life, it would not be perfect.

I thought he had died outside Linzi City, but I never thought that this man was so stubborn and even sneaked into the hell without a door, and then walked to the Yama Palace.

Life is also like this!

The monks of all living beings stood in the empty Mingchen Palace, twisted a wisp of residual thoughts, raised a stick of incense, and offered sacrifices to Xu Fang who was buried in Ganma Mountain.

The famous scholar was down and out, and now he should be drunk!

Jiang Wang said that he would not care about Su She's life or death. There are three main reasons why the monks of all living beings came here.

The first is to pay tribute to Xu Fang.

The second is to chat with Qin Zhizhen.

With Mu Fuyao's strength, it is no problem for him to take charge of Taixu Public School. He is also very important to take turns teaching in Chaowendao Palace.

It is undoubtedly a good thing for Taixu Pavilion to have such a powerful Yang God join and help maintain the Taixu Iron Rule. Other members of the Pavilion should not refuse.

But reason is reason, reality is reality. The right thing may not necessarily get support.

Take money from others, and help them get rid of disasters.

Since Jiang Wang has taken this [Sunset Square Wood], he must bring Mu Fuyao into Taixu Pavilion without any mistakes. So before the next Taixu meeting, he must get as much support as possible.

Originally, Qin Zhizhen didn't owe him a favor...

Now he owes him a favor.

You, Qin Zhizhen, killed my old friend, and I didn't say a word, and even cut off the table to avoid him. How can I recommend a Taixu Public School president who meets all the requirements, and you want to oppose me? Isn't Jiang's fist hard?

As for the third reason for coming here today...

The monk raised his eyes and looked at Qifei Palace.

He was also waiting, waiting for changes to happen.