At the edge of the netherworld, a blood-yellow long river was full of yin qi, exuding a fishy smell, and the river was full of snakes and insects, and there were lonely souls and wild ghosts howling again and again. In the middle of the river, an arched bridge made of bluestone runs through both sides of the river, and if you stand on the bridge and look down, you will find that many ghosts are looking at the bridge in amazement, as if waiting for something......

On the other side of the bridge, in front of a thatched hut, there was a stove with an iron pot on it, which looked like something was cooking.

At this time, the wooden door of the thatched hut creaked open, and between the light and dark, a woman in a coarse cloth dress walked out quietly. At this time, she raised her eyebrows slightly, opened her mouth and said, "Old friend, I am here at this time, I don't know what is going on?" ”

In an instant, a figure suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the woman, and I saw that the person had a solemn appearance, wearing a crown of Pilu, a heavenly robe, and a jewel decoration. He held a nine-ring tin staff in one hand and a lotus flower in the other, and after seeing the woman, he smiled and said: "I discussed Buddhism with Buddhist friends that day, and I felt a lot of feelings, and I also had some friendship. That year in a hurry to say goodbye, never see again, is a big pity, today suddenly have a feeling, should be his descendants to here, you and I are both their old friends, for the old friends and younger generations, should be a person or two. After saying that, Amitabha Buddha spoke, and the figure slowly dispersed, and where he stayed, a scripture floated in the air.

The woman sighed lightly, and said secretly in her heart: Jizo, Jizo, why are you so bothered, for a long time, you have incarnated into tens of millions, but the evil ghosts of hell have really decreased, so a "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell", "Hell is not empty, and I can't become a Buddha". With a gesture of her bare hand, the obedient scripture flew obediently, the woman glanced at it, her heart was shocked, and she said out loud: "Dharani Sutra!" Then presumably, the 'mantra of destroying karma' must be here, a good place to hide, in this case, my Meng Po can't be stingy." The woman put away the scriptures, her eyes shining brightly, deep and mysterious, as if she could see through the distant future.

That's right, this woman is Meng Po. She secretly thought, what kind of descendants will this strange old friend have?

……

In the netherworld, on a vast wasteland, two figures chased and fled, the former was full of embarrassment, and the latter pinched his hands, and the orange light was shining. And what makes people feel even more strange is that the person who escaped in front was actually a little monk, under the moon-white monk's robe highlighted by the dim netherworld, his dark face and shiny black bald head were more conspicuous, but the young man chasing behind, although he was dressed in black, his face was fair and pink, and he was even flushed under the chase, and he was so beautiful that people couldn't help but praise him, what a handsome boy!

But as soon as he spoke, people were shocked that this turned out to be a girl: "Horn, don't run!" ”

"I'm a monk!" Although embarrassed, the monk who fled still turned around and defended.

In response to him, there was a sharper sword light, and this monk was naturally Shifang. The woman is naturally Shu Yan, who calls herself the Thirteen Demons.

"Stinky monk, don't run!"

"It's true that I'm a monk, but it definitely doesn't stink!"

"Lewd * monk, don't be caught yet!"

"Whoever is a prostitute * monk, the priest can be killed, not humiliated!" Shifang retorted loudly.

"Then you stop, I'll kill you." Shu Yan said breathlessly.

Shifang immediately responded: "Okay......, no, then, then you catch up, and if you catch up, I'll let you kill you." "I don't know where the strength came from at the moment, but the speed is obviously a little faster.

While chasing and fleeing, they didn't pay attention to it, and a black cloud floated not far away, and in the black cloud, two red eyes looked at them quietly.

"There is actually the smell of living people, that's right, it's two living people, looking at their appearance, they are obviously cultivated in their bodies, if they devour the souls of the two of them, and use their bodies at that time, they will have the opportunity to enjoy themselves wantonly in the world of flowers and flowers in the human world." After feeling it carefully, the ghost in the black cloud continued to mumble to himself: "Well, the highest cultivation among the two is only the Jindan realm, and according to the chaotic aura, they must have been affected by the netherworld, and the most important point is that the two of them seem to be enemies, if both of them disappear into the netherworld, the people behind them should take revenge on each other, such a good opportunity, how could I miss it?" Thinking like this, it quietly covered its figure, the benefits are current, you must be careful and careful, fortunately, the two of them are not here to practice, I remember, not long ago, there seemed to be a few ghost cultivators, specifically for them These cultivated ghosts, with their own dignified ghost king, they also had to temporarily avoid the edge, all the magic techniques of the ghost cultivation have a restraining effect on the ghosts, ten percent of the cultivation can play two or three achievements is good, I want to go to the human world, but not as a puppet, in that case, it is better to be a free ghost king, Reign supreme on one's own one-third of an acre.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, closer, closer, it's time to make a move, the ghost king's face was happy, as if the world of flowers in the human world was beckoning to it, suddenly, a burst of coercion swept through his heart, the ghost king trembled, his mane rose suddenly, and a chill rose all over his body, and it stood in place, not daring to move. Let the two monks run in front of him.

"You're interested." A fluttering sentence echoed in his mind, and after a long time, the ghost king found that there was no abnormality, and hurriedly ran away, looking at the anxious look, he didn't want to stay for a moment.

Shifang and Shu Yan are still chasing, but their aura is gradually disordered, Shu Yan is because she escaped from the spatial crack, and there is not much spiritual power left in her body. And Shifang was cut off and imprisoned for a long time, and he was just taken off not a few days ago, not to mention that he had not fully recovered, in the environment of the netherworld, he was chased for three hundred miles in one go, and he had to dodge the orange sword of the Demon Pill Monk, and his mind was greatly consumed, and it was he who lost it, even if he was replaced by an ordinary Jindan monk, I am afraid that he would have been cut under the sword by the witch.

After more than ten miles, the footsteps of the two were already messy, and Shu Yan's voice was no longer the same as it was at the beginning, and he seemed a little weak: "Little monk, let's discuss, you stand up first, I'll stab you with a sword, I'll take it lightly." ”

"Female donor, Sister Thirteen Demons, you ...... Just let me go. It's really unbearable to chase me again, chase me again. ”

"Really?" Shu Yan was a little surprised. yes, I'm like this, that horn must be uncomfortable.

"Really." Shifang replied with a gasp. When I looked back, I was shocked, why did the witch speed up her pace again, and when she wanted to cry without tears, she rose up in all directions, used her hands and feet together, and joked, but her life was not guaranteed when she was chased.

Ten minutes later, Shu Yan added another title to the little monk with a look full of resentment, liar, big liar, obviously saying that he couldn't run. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, Shifang actually stopped on a small hillside, Shu Yan was overjoyed, and out of nowhere, a burst of strength came and ran forward. The distance of more than ten meters was a moment, and Shu Yan stared at Shifang's ass and stabbed at it. But when she reached the top of the slope, she suddenly turned into a sculpture and stood in place.

Because standing on the top of the slope, there is a striking blood-red "long snake" winding up, depicting a beautiful scenery in this gloomy world.

The road of fire - the flower on the other side!

Shu Yan cheered, put away the orange sword, and ran down the slope. Shi Fang, who had been secretly on guard, exhaled lightly, and then laughed, I didn't expect that there was such a simple woman among the demon cultivators, otherwise he would follow her wish and let her ...... Touch yourself twice, even for two minutes, so that it won't be flattened.

Waved away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Shifang also walked down, with a trace of excitement in his heart, this is the other side of the flower, Linglong, do you know, I found the other side of the flower.

The flower of the other side, the color is bright red like blood, also known as Manzhu Sahua, the flower stem is 30-60 cm long, usually several flowers are placed side by side in an umbrella shape, born at the top of the flower stem, the petals are inverted-lanceolate, curly backwards, and the edge is wrinkled and wavy, unique and beautiful.

Shu Yan's face was full of joy, and the mood of being trapped by the monotonous gloom of the day, as the fiery red flowers on the other side instantly brightened, she leaned forward and sniffed it gently, and her expression was intoxicated.

"There are many legends about the flower on the other side, as can be seen from its name, some people call her the red tuan flower, some people call her Ricolis, and in the same way, some Buddhas call her Manju Sawa and call her the flower of the heavenly realm; There are also demons who call it the flower of the soul, and it is also called the tenderness of the devil. Shifang looked at Shu Yan's happy appearance and said softly in the back.

"Demonic tenderness?" Shu Yan's eyes were blurred, and he whispered in his mouth.

"Yes, legend has it that it voluntarily threw herself into hell and was sent back by the demons, but it still wandered on the Yellow Springs Road, and the demons could not bear it, so they agreed to let her drive on this road to give guidance and comfort to the souls who had left the human world. Of course, these are just legends. ”

"Anyway, I like her a lot. Little monk, if you promise me to help me bring back a flower from the other side, the grievances between us will be written off. Shu Yan looked at these fiery flowers and said softly.

"Okay, no problem." Shifang snickered in his heart, "Thirteen Demon Brothers......"

"My name is Shu Yan." As he spoke, Shu Yan's clothes moved, and gradually transformed into a long black skirt, with a belt to tie up his slender waist, the staggered graceful figure was fully displayed, and the three thousand green silks danced in the wind, blooming in front of the dim sky light of the netherworld and the fiery red flowers on the other side, blooming with a different style.

Shifang was stunned for a moment, and another thought came to his heart: Sure enough, a woman in clothes is still good-looking!

Shu Yan was also stunned, but looking at Shifang's eyes with pure appreciation, he ignored his inexplicable thoughts, and the corners of his mouth curled, bending a good-looking arc.

Huangquan Road was found, which means that they are one step closer to the goal, I don't know if Meng Po's predecessors bought the account of the little monk, Shifang's eyes were melancholy, but then they were replaced by firmness, and once again took a step.

A black cloud covered the two of them, and Shu Yan quietly followed behind Shifang, and this black moving "flower" became a unique scenery on Huangquan Road......