- Aang!

The dragon appeared out of thin air again, only much smaller than when it was outside, but it also filled the entire barrier.

Meng Po was startled, and waved her hands down the enchantment again:

"W-what is this? Is this a real dragon?"

I shook my head and replied:

"It's not a real dragon, it's just a phantom!"

Meng Po God muttered:

"Phantom, a phantom is so powerful, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this enchantment. ”

Sure enough, the dragon-shaped evil dragon groaned, and saw that the enchantment she had laid down cracked layer by layer, and it gradually stopped after destroying two enchantments in a row.

Meng Po God was shocked and stood solemnly, and said in his mouth:

"Little brother, don't try, I already know your strength!"

I chuckled and summoned the tiger back to Zhihai.

There really is no need to try again, the tiger demon who has grown into a dragon-shaped evil qi, if he can't even break the barrier of the god of the underworld, then he may have raised his hand and surrendered when he faced the Youquan Ancestor just now.

Zhong Kui came over for a long time and sighed to Meng Poshen:

"Alas, it is the will of Heaven that the human world should be raised! This kind of magic power is beyond our cognition, I'm afraid that even the original Kunlun Heavenly Clan is just like this, right?"

And the god Meng Po looked at me deeply and said:

"Isn't this smell familiar to you? It seems that the person who killed and should be robbed is most likely the same person, and ...... Probably there was a shadow of 'him!'"

Zhong Kui was stunned for a moment, looked at Meng Po God in disbelief, and didn't say anything for a while.

With her eyes shining, she asked me to sit back in my place, and then said to all of us:

"The little god is so offended, please don't mind all the rookies in the human world! At this moment, the little god already understands that you may be the one who should be robbed under the guidance of the Heavenly Dao! The book of life and death, the little god should be presented with both hands!"

After speaking, Meng Po Shenyu's hand swiped into the void, and a spatial crack appeared in front of us.

She grabbed into the crack again, and a simple and inconspicuous old book was caught in her hand.

We all opened our eyes, and our spiritual scans continued.

I saw that this book was extremely thin, not at all like what was played in the TV movie, it was a thick stack.

"What the little god has in his hand is the original copy of the book of life and death!"

Meng Poshen said solemnly, "There are two books of life and death, one is the original and the other is the second book. Among them, the second book has been obtained by the new emperor, and it should be in Luofu Mountain, and this original, only the Heavenly Son of Yin and the Netherworld or the Great Yan Monarch in the Three Realms of Heaven and Earth can open and watch it! The rest of the people, like the Heavenly Venerable of the Upper Realm, cannot open it!"

We listened in awe, and we couldn't imagine that this inconspicuous booklet in front of us was a book of life and death that made the yang people hear and change, recording the yang life of all human beings and living beings!

For the living, the pursuit of immortality has always run through the entire history of China.

People say that "eating is to live", but in fact, everyone has a sense of luck in their hearts for long-term survival. I thought that I was the only one in heaven and earth, and I was also the most unique one, and death would never reach me.

And when death is on the verge of death, people will wake up:

It turned out that he was just a wisp of green smoke between heaven and earth, and even in this huge Three Realms, even a ripple of history did not have time to stir up, and it returned to dead silence again, and his consciousness dissipated.

When Meng Po God took out this booklet, my heart couldn't help but beat wildly!

Yes, I am first a person, and then a Taoist priest.

Even the term "Taoist" is still very new to me - after all, until now, I still don't know any Taoism.

Therefore, it is inevitable that it is impossible to say that it is not tempting to say that it is not moving to the divine object in front of him that can instinctively judge people's life and death and judge people's whereabouts.

I forced myself to throb in my heart and turned my eyes to look at the others.

The fat man stared at the booklet at this time, and his eyes clearly revealed greed, luck, and longing.

His hands trembled a little, his mouth opened wide, and his body trembled slightly as if he couldn't hold it back.

The little monk is slightly better, perhaps because he has been studying Buddhism since he was a child, and people in Buddhism have always looked at life and death much less than ordinary people.

This is not to say that they are not afraid of death, that they are not afraid of death or that they do not respect life.

On the contrary, from the little monk, whether it is his transcendence of the Qingqing Yin Soul or his attitude towards Xiao Shi, he shows a kind of compassionate Buddhist thought.

The world is bitter, the red dust is bitter, why didn't the Buddha suffer because of his obsession - transcending the world!

But the little monk can still control himself, and he may have a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but he is not greedy.

The Celestial Master Zhang next to me is full of curiosity about the Book of Life and Death.

She tried to reach out and touch the Book of Life and Death, but the moment she touched it, she was stopped by the god Meng Po in time, and she warned:

"Life and death are the most direct Heavenly Dao will! It is not the Heavenly Son of the Netherworld or the Great Yama, anyone who touches it will die, and there have been no exceptions since ancient times!"

Heavenly Master Zhang was startled, and quickly took back the jade, looking at it reluctantly.

I quipped:

"What's the matter, does the Great Heavenly Master also have an obsession with immortality? I thought you only had fights and exorcisms in your eyes!"

Heavenly Master Zhang snorted and said angrily:

"Aren't you afraid of death, don't you want to know when you're going to die, and what will become of you in the next life?"

I didn't hide my thoughts, I looked at Meng Po and Zhong Kui and replied:

"You're right! I do have the urge to take it for myself! Even if I want to, everyone present, including Brother Zombie, probably can't stop me!"

When she said this, Meng Po Shenyu's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the book of life and death on the ground.

But—

"Hehehe! seniors don't worry, although I don't have a Dao heart, I have a pure heart!"

I confidently said, "The Tao as understood by the world is nothing more than the path of preaching, and in the eyes of Xiaodao, there is nothing more important than a pure heart!"

The Dao Heart may be shattered with the rupture of the Dao Foundation, or it may be damaged by the decline in strength and realm. But the heart of a child is a kind of perseverance, a kind of perseverance that will never be shaken!"

I swept them all over and said:

"Besides, there are only two people in heaven and earth who can open the book of life and death, even if we mortals get it, it will be useless, and it will even affect the Dao heart, and our strength will decline!"

The little monk came to his senses first, and he put his palms together and bowed his head and said:

"The eldest brother is really powerful, a few words of vernacular point to the hearts of the people! The little monk Shicai did give birth to a bit of luck, fortunately there is the eldest brother by the side, fortunately very lucky!"

The fat man suddenly slapped himself and sneered:

"I don't know why, as soon as I saw this thing, I thought that I might be about to become an immortal, and I wanted to unify the universe!

I patted him and said:

"Don't laugh! It's just human nature, fat man, if one day my eldest brother dies in battle, are you willing to inherit my idea and continue to fight against the heavenly evil until you die?"

Everyone looked at me strangely, as if they didn't understand why I was asking.

The fat man was stunned at first, then thought seriously for a while, gritted his teeth and said:

"As long as the eldest brother tells me to do it, I will do it desperately......! It's just that I have to marry Tiantian first, hehehehe, so that my Shi family will have the future!"

We all burst out laughing.

After a long while, Meng Po God took out a piece of black cloth, wrapped the book of life and death, and then handed it to me with both hands:

"The little god will hand over the book of life and death that is related to the survival of the two realms and the safety of the three realms to you, little brother! The road ahead is full of dangers, the little god and the ghost eater god, as well as the gods of the underworld who are still upright, will swear to protect you to the death! Strive to restore the order of the two realms as soon as possible and reorganize the prefecture and the government!"

Meng Poshen's words were righteous and stern, especially the last sentence made my heart skip a beat.

What do you mean by "reorganizing the prefecture"!?

Is it wrong?

Isn't the underworld Chaogang supposed to be in charge of the Yin and the Heavens, and I, a little Taoist priest in the yang world, can interfere with the Chaogang? Joke, right......

But I didn't refute it, after all, at this time, God Meng Po was looking at me expectantly.

After taking the book of life and death, which was as light as a feather, I put it close to my body, and then I took out the map of the ghost world given to us by the king of Taishan Mansion, and asked the gods of Meng Po to introduce us to the method of blending into the temple of the god of the underworld.

Half an hour later, we finally figured out the situation about the "ferryman" in Zhong Kui's mouth.

The ferryman is a very special existence for the entire underworld, and as I guessed before - the ferryman is also under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and there are several special places.

The first is that he is the person, or his soul, is extraordinary.

Of course, no one knows where he came from, only that since the ghost world had the Lethe River, he has been holding a small boat and wandering up and down the Lethe River.

A handful of artemisia, a cloak, a small boat and an oil lamp were all that the ferryman had.

According to Meng Poshen and Zhong Kui, the ferryman is neither a human nor a ghost, nor a soul, he is not only the only guy who can cross the Lechuan River by boat, but also the only special existence who has the right to choose the soul.

Any dead soul, even if it is judged to be reincarnated by the Book of Life and Death, and the dead soul who drinks Meng Po soup to cleanse his memory and then enter the yang world, needs to go through his gaze and choice.

What's even more strange is that he will even regret it in the process of holding the boat, and push the dissatisfied souls directly into the Lechuan River, leaving only a trace of the true spirit to return to the book of life and death in the underworld, so that it will never have a time to overrun.

The soul that has been beaten back to the book of life and death represents that this true spirit is hopeless, and it will only return to chaos after the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, and there will never be a day of regeneration.

When we hear this, we can't help but wonder:

With such a great right, if he had the heart, wouldn't it be one in a hundred for all the dead souls to smoothly enter reincarnation?

But the god Meng Po explained-

The ferryman's choice is not groundless or based solely on his will, but more like a kind of self-examination of the way of heaven.

For example, if a person is recorded in the book of life and death, this person has an ordinary life, no good and no evil, and should be in the yin life, and when the yin life is over, the ferryman will choose whether he is eligible to enter reincarnation.

It sounds like a kind of helplessness when you can't make a choice.

But I know that this is actually a kind of rule similar to the "tenth man" in the Western countries of the human world.

The tenth-person rule goes like this:

If there are nine people who agree on the same thing, then the tenth person must express a different opinion on the matter, a bit like the "bar spirit" of today!

It seems absurd, but in fact, it contains a mystery of the avenue, which ordinary people may not understand.

In short, the ferryman has this right to determine life and death.

But since ancient times, he doesn't seem to have made any mistakes, and the true spirit that he threw into the Lethe River has no mistakes even if it is determined by the book of life and death.