In front of the lake, Feng Qingyan nodded to Sima Xiu and said, "I hope you can make good use of these eyes given to you by God to see more of the world." ”

"Cultivation will live up to the expectations of the Son of Heaven. ”

Sima Xiu still insisted on saluting, and said respectfully and sincerely.

"Look at the smoke and waves, look at the bitter wine in the history books, look at the blood of the monuments, and watch the people ......sing softly," Feng Qingyan said lightly, as if an ancient rhyme was rising, and then the figure disappeared in front of the lake, as if it had never appeared.

"The Order has seen all those years. ”

Sima Xiu still insisted on saluting and said to Feng Qingyan, who had already left, because this was the mission given to him by the heart eye. Of course, he can ignore the voices of the people, but his eyes will be blind in the end......

Moreover, he is also the envoy of Huangquan Dao.

In fact, in essence, the Huangquan Dao Yang Envoy is not considered the Yin God of the underworld, it is just an envoy elected by the human world to enter the underworld, so it is not a subject of Feng Qingyan.

In real terms, the Huangquan Dao Returning Yang Envoy is a subject of the world and a subject of the people.

And Sima Xiu's ability to cultivate the eyes of the heart has a great relationship with the special position of deputy envoy of Huangquan Palace.

"Mom, that white-haired uncle is so weird. The little boy said.

"Well, it's a bit weird......"

The young woman suddenly had no love for Sima Xiu, feeling that this handsome guy was too middle two, and seemed to be very sick, and said: "Xiao Ming, let's go, mom will take you to eat ice cream, don't bother with that strange uncle." ”

"Good!" the little boy shouted excitedly, jumping down from the stone chair and saying, "Eat ice cream, eat ice cream." ”

At this time, the young woman took the little boy by the hand and left, and disappeared into the grass by the lake.

Sima Xiu turned around and glanced at it, with a faint smile on his face, and then walked out of the park and disappeared into the brilliant night.

He walked and watched.

Gradually, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had sensed something. So, he felt it with his heart, and then some faint sounds appeared in his ears.

At first, the voice was not very clear, but human speech was faintly heard.

However, when the sound was clear, all of a sudden, countless voices poured in from all directions, and it became extremely noisy, and it became even more inaudible.

So, Sima Xiu simply stopped, closed his eyes and listened.

The eye of the heart can not only see, but also hear and feel. In fact, the eye of the heart first feels, then hears, and finally sees.

"It should be in the southwest direction. ”

After a moment, Sima Xiu immediately distinguished, and then looked in the direction of the southwest.

However, it may be that the distance is too far away, and he can't hear clearly, let alone see any picture.

He knew that this must be the voice of the people of the southwest.

At this time, Sima Xiu did not dare to delay, and immediately swept towards the southwest.

As he got closer and closer to the southwest, the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the sound he heard became louder and clearer.

Moreover, he faintly saw some pictures.

"Chuantang!"

Soon after, Sima Xiu finally knew where the voice of the people came from.

"Ah Ming, are you okay in the underworld? Have you received the money I burned for you before?" I will burn some more ...... for you" was the voice of an old man who was burning paper money, incense and candles and offerings in front of a ruin.

He was alone, silently burning paper money, talking quietly.

Although Sima Xiu was not in Sichuan and Tang, he heard it and saw it even more. Then, as soon as the picture turned, the voice changed to that of an old woman.

She is also burning paper money, thinking about her relatives in the underworld, asking them if they are okay and if they are short of money to spend. She also hopes that her relatives in the underworld will be able to receive the paper money she burned......

Then, the picture changes again.

At this time, pictures appeared in Sima Xiu's mind, and voices rang in his heart. They are all thinking about their relatives in the underworld, asking if their relatives are doing well in the underworld and if they lack money to spend......

"This ......"

Sima Xiu's face was calm, but his heart was sad, and then he said: "Don't worry, I will pass on your voice to the Huangquan Palace......

After dawn, Sima Xiu finally rushed back to Sichuan and Tang.

Chuantang is still a ruin, and there is a sad atmosphere everywhere, and it has been almost three months.

At this time, he stood on a ruin in Sichuan and Tang, and suddenly saw one after another petitions rising into the sky, condensing into a cloud in the sky. Countless voices rang in his ears, and countless images flashed in his mind......

"My name is Sima Xiu, and I am the Yang envoy of the Huangquan Palace, and I can pass the petition to the underworld for you. ”

Suddenly, Sima Xiu held the token high and said to the sky.

As his words fell, the cloud, which seemed to be tangible and invisible, suddenly tightened up, and flew towards him rapidly, and finally turned into a small cloud, suspended in the palm of his hand.

This is the first petition he detected, which is the wish and request of the surviving people of Sichuan and Tang!

Sima Xiu held it respectfully, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the petition cloud, which was originally as light as nothing, became extremely heavy.

"Don't worry, I'll send you to the underworld ......"

Sima Xiu said softly, and then walked out of Sichuan and Tang with his heart.

"Behold, the white-haired young man seemed to have a cloud in his hand. As Sima Xiu passed by, a young woman wondered, wondering if she had read it wrong.

In your hand, how can you hold a cloud?

And beside the young woman, there was an old man with snow-white hair, who looked at Sima Xiu's figure and said, "Xiaoxue, that's not Yunna. ”

"It's just a small cloud. ”

The young woman said, "How could she be wrong?" and then she asked, "It's not a cloud, what is it?"

"That's my heart, the petition of our Sichuan and Tang people. ”

As the old man said this, he bowed to Sima Xiu's back, and he thanked Sima Xiu for sending their hearts down to the underworld, so that the gods of the underworld would know what they wanted and requested......

"Petition?"

The young woman couldn't help but be stunned, she couldn't understand what the old man was saying, and she didn't understand why the old man bowed to the white-headed young man.

I couldn't be more grateful.

"He sent the petition of our Sichuan and Tang people to the underworld......

The old man said softly, and when he thought of his relatives in the underworld, he became a little sad. He hoped that the young man would be able to send their hearts to the underworld, and then make the lives of his relatives in the underworld better.

Don't be troubled by imps, bullied by evil spirits, and tortured by hell!

Sima Xiu walked all the way, and some people bowed down to him all the way, extremely grateful! Although, they didn't know that there were any other Huangquan Palace envoys in the world, and they didn't know Sima Xiu's identity. However, at this moment, they all bowed down to Sima Xiu......

They felt that they should be grateful to the white-headed young man......

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