An hour is not long, but it is surprisingly short as we wander around.

This is because the bazaars in the underworld are so interesting.

The first is the way it is placed.

Different from the human world, all the stalls in the Difu Bazaar have a fixed location, and I don't know if they are specially divided places, or if they are customary.

Anyway, everything in the bazaar seemed to be in order, even if the souls were several times more than those in the human world, the order was not panicked at all.

At this hour, there are no less than dozens of shops we have visited.

For example, half of the shops selling incense letters, magic weapons, pills, strange herbs, weapons, etc., make people sigh that the underworld is really a world where strength is respected.

There are everything else like the Dream Palace, the Auction Pavilion, and even a store dedicated to issuing quests.

The shop is interesting and the owner is a gentle guy.

He told us that the number of souls registered in the underworld alone amounted to dozens of trillions, and other such as scattered cultivation and wandering souls were even more innumerable and could not be counted.

And as soon as the number of souls is large, it is easy to have all kinds of things, such as who has a grudge with whom in life, and it is inevitable that they will take revenge and fight when they encounter it.

There are also trivial matters such as picking quarrels and provoking troubles, robbery and revenge, and love and hatred.

It is in such a complex environment that the kind of store opened by this boss has been derived - specializing in solving all kinds of troubles for customers who are inconvenient to show up.

Of course, no matter what mission you issue or accept, everything must be carried out under the rule of the local Ghost Emperor, and the principles of the Ghost Emperor must never be touched.

Otherwise, it will definitely attract the pursuit of the ghost emperor and the ghost generals of the underworld.

However, these are all rules on the surface, no one will be stupid enough to really kill people on the street, that's not idiot.

The shop is a circular palace, and the walls on the first floor are covered with water signs that resemble those of ancient times.

There is a mark on the water card first, which represents whether the task is to kill people, run errands, or go out in a team to experience or hunt for treasures.

And the second floor of the palace is also a slippery card, but the marks on them are more luxurious, obviously for the rich, and generally the strength must reach the ghost general or above to come here.

After showing a little strength comparable to a ghost general, the boss kindly took us up to the second floor.

I walked around and found two interesting tasks.

First, look for the Ninth Wicked Man - Kill!

The boss saw that I was interested, so he explained:

This is issued by a strange person who inherits the ancient exercises, and his requirements are the same as those on the water card, as long as you meet the wicked person of the ninth world of reincarnation, take the remnant soul of the other party after killing, and go there to receive the reward.

The Nine Wicked Men are actually close to the Buddhist saying, but there are no real wicked people in the concept of Taoism.

Of course, the guy who can be a villain in the ninth life of reincarnation is definitely not a weak chicken, on the contrary, all of them are strong and uncertain.

Correspondingly, the reward for this task is quite high, and even if the number of kills is large, there will be a reward of Yin Shou.

It is precisely for this reason that there are a lot of souls in front of this water brand, and many ghost generals and powerful Taoist cultivators are surrounding here, whispering something.

The fat man and the little monk speculated for a long time, and they felt that this should be a mission issued by a Buddhist monk.

After the death of the disciples of Buddhism, except for some masters who have achieved fruit cultivation or those who are lucky, other ordinary people also want to return to the earth, and do not go straight to the western heaven as advertised.

However, there is one exception: after spending two hundred years of yin life in the underworld, those who still have Buddha nature among them will be invited to enter the "Netherworld Shura Realm" to cultivate.

The Netherworld Shura Realm is not an independent space, it is just borrowed from this name.

It is located near the gate of the Demon Realm, and the surrounding wilderness is full of seclusion.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Buddhist disciples are needed to go - to contain the development of the demon world.

The controversy between Buddhism and Taoism has always been long, and in recent years, Buddhism, under the instruction of people with intentions or the imperial ruling class, has outperformed Taoism by too many in terms of the number of cultivators, believers, and propaganda.

What is unimaginable is that in the entire underworld, there is a phenomenon of Taoism rolling over Buddhism.

The tasks on this water card are also different because of this, so the little monks think that it should be issued by a certain monk.

Another interesting task is to compete for a place as a ferryman.

As mentioned before, the ferryman will choose a lucky guy every hundred years, and he can directly enter reincarnation without drinking Meng Po soup, and keep his memory back to yang.

When we were chatting with Meng Po God just now, the curious fat man asked about this rumor, but Meng Po God nodded firmly:

"Yes, the other positions in the underworld have a rotation period, only the ferryman and me, as well as the ghost eater, have no rotation period, and can stay in the underworld all the time. Moreover, the ferryman's rules are said to have been set by the mercy of Heaven, so he has this right!"

After getting the personal confirmation of Meng Po God, the fat man moved a little.

In the eyes of ordinary underworld cultivators, this task may be extremely difficult to complete, so there are few people under this water card.

At most, some curious new spirit stepped forward to take a look, and then left with its mouth wide open.

The fat man thought about it and suddenly said to me:

"Big brother, we just happened to meet the ferryman, how about taking this task over?"

I wondered, "Why?"

The fat man said thoughtfully:

"Just now, my heart moved, as if some hazy voice told me that this task is likely to be completed by us! Not only will there be merit for heaven and earth, but there will also be some kind of benefit for us in the future!"

I listened and pondered for a while.

Buddhism is re-enlightened, and Taoism is re-spiritual. The two seem to be 108,000 miles apart, but in fact, they have something in common.

The fat man's "heart moves" is more in line with the word "spirit" of Taoism.

If you don't follow the rules, the way of heaven is not immutable, so everything is based on your own inner feelings.

After a moment, I nodded to him.

The fat man excitedly took off the water card, much to the surprise of the boss next to him.

After a long time of explanation, the boss finally asked us to take the water card without believing it, and handed the fat man a stone containing the person who issued the task.

According to the boss, this is a "soul stone" unique to the ghost world.

It can be used to trade and pay for soul power, etc., and it can also be used to contact the owner of soul power, and the method is similar to the transmission of thousands of miles of Daomen.

After the quest was issued, we also visited some shops that sold armor and weapons, which was quite interesting.

An hour later, we returned to the Lethe River.

After waiting for a while, Zhong Kui, who had been standing by the river and looking upstream, suddenly smiled:

"Hehehe, hehe, how many years, this guy is still on time!"

We craned our necks to look, only to see a faint red light in the distance, slowly moving towards us.

Zhong Kui advised:

"Although this guy has a strange temperament, he can say anything if he has the right fate with you! It's just that there is one thing, although I have some friendship with him, but he is very strict with the rules, and he may not be able to do anything if he wants anything!"

Seeing that he was a little embarrassed, I smiled indifferently:

"It's okay, Zhong Kui doesn't have to worry about God, the things of our cultivators are all things outside the body! We will give whatever he wants, as long as he can take us into the Hades Temple!"

The little monk Fat Man and Heavenly Master Zhang looked at me one after another, and their eyes were firm.

I felt a sense of relief in my heart, what is in charge of the world, what is the meritorious career, and what is the cultivation of immortals and gods, it is not as good as such a group of confidants by my side.

It's a very safe, very warm feeling, and people don't have the slightest evil that happens in the unexpected world, and they just want to keep going along the road.

After a while, the red light in the distance became more and more abundant, and a large ship five or six feet wide gradually sailed in.

The fat man smacked his tongue and said:

"My mother, he can hold such a big ship alone, how much strength does this have to be!"

The little monk stared at the boat for a while before he said:

"You see, every time he clicks on the river with the penny in his hand, the hull of the boat seems to be pushed by someone, this should not be a brute force to support the boat, but a kind of magical power!"

Zhong Kui exclaimed:

"He is worthy of being a senior monk of the White Horse Temple, and his eyesight is really extraordinary! Yes, he once mentioned that the penny in his hand is the reed pole used by the ancient monk Damour, and it has its own magical powers!"

The little monk's expression was solemn, and then he lowered his head and said:

"Amitabha, it turned out to be the patriarch's magic weapon!"

While chatting, the big black ship sailed in front of us.

Zhong Kui didn't wait for the boat to sail down again, and shouted loudly on the shore:

"Hey, the old immortals—come here! I'm going to take a boat, hurry!"

He smiled back at us and said:

"This is my name and his, hey, hey, hey!"

We laugh and laugh, the temperament of the elderly is like that of a child, not to mention the old monster who has lived for thousands of years, and it is normal to have a little habit.

After listening to Zhong Kui's call, the bow of the boat suddenly straightened up, and the red light moved down, it was the mysterious ferryman.

"Is it you old thing? Didn't you elope with Meng Po, why did you have such spare time to find me?"

In the rough old voice, the bow of the ship was gradually straightened towards us, and then it leaned to the shore.

As soon as the pitch-black hull touched the riverbank, a crisp sound of "bells" was heard, as if the hull was not made of wood, but some kind of heavy metal.

Zhong Kui looked at Meng Po God embarrassedly and scolded:

"Okay, you are an old immortal, how can I be that kind of person! You can make up Lao Tzu, forget it, Meng Po God is next to me, be careful that she makes trouble for you!"

The ferryman said "Huh", the tall figure froze, and then squatted and seemed to see clearly, and exclaimed:

"Hey, it's really Yi Qi on the bridge! Fortunately, I'm going to be lucky, what--are you going to go to work, and you want me, an old man, to give you a ride? Hehehe, it doesn't matter, since there have been fewer souls in reincarnation recently, I have been fishing for three days and drying nets for two days!"

He muttered, and with a tap of the penny in his hand, the hull of the ship immediately stabilized on the shore, and a plank was laid under our feet.