Lichen actually had a little suspicion that Yun Lingzi had already recovered most of the time, and now he was just pretending to be stupid. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But after thinking about it, he immediately threw this doubt out of the clouds.

No matter how naughty Yun Lingzi is, that is also his precious apprentice. As long as you don't do anything rebellious, why should you go to the bottom of it?

The good is like water, and the water is clear, there is no fish, and there are no disciples when people are observed.

Today is the day when Lai Ertou and Seven return to the sun. The torture of the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld will be impressive. If you don't do good deeds in life, you will not get good results after death. If hell can't frighten this gambler who no longer looks like a human, then he can only say sorry to the old man Lai who has worked Huangquan Road to guard in the Manzhu Shahua bush.

Rotten wood can't be carved, since it's no longer saved, and the dust is too lazy to bother. Just let Lai Er die again! Anyway, such a guy should have died a long time ago.

It's night, and it seems that the government hasn't found Yizhuang yet, and I don't know what I'm afraid of, or if I have other plans. But as long as no one bothered.

In fact, at this time, the prefect of the house is about to be scared, how many people can fly in the whole world? Comparing and contrasting appearances, who is the real person who is still dangling everywhere in a Taoist robe? No matter how stupid the prefect is, he knows it.

Now the prefect really can't wait to die better. The disciples of the "real people who protect the country" killed people on the street, so you can imagine how angry the real people are?

To be honest, to say that Hangzhou is so chaotic is all the fault of this prefect, and it is really wrong to him. Which generation of Hangzhou is not chaotic? Backed by the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, merchants from the south to the north flow like silver and the sea. How could there be no city fox society rat, the existence of cow ghosts, snakes, and gods? It's just that the prefect has been busy with his own "money-making plan" all these years, and he has loosened his hands on the following things!

Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver. Like the prefect who is not very "clear", he must not be able to withstand a few hundred thousand taels!

It's okay if nothing happens, the prefect's reputation among the gentry is not bad. did not leave a bad reputation of "greed", and when the term expires, he can naturally pretend to pat his ass and leave.

It's good to die! How did I meet this "living immortal".

The dust flew away in front of everyone. I can't see myself. What does that mean?

The more the prefect thought about it, the more scared he became, and he hid in his study all day and cried, where did he want to go to Yizhuang to catch the "demon road"?

Yizhuang in the night is quiet, and the moonlight sprinkled on the plaque of Yizhuang looks gloomy. A gust of night wind blew, and the ghost fire in the cemetery in the distance was dotted, and the whimpering sound of the grass and trees was like a ghost cry.

Lichen and Yun Lingzi have no habit of lighting lights. Except for the two inextinguishable white paper soul-summoning lanterns at the entrance of Yizhuang, there is no light source in the entire Yizhuang.

Lichen opened the coffin where Lai Er's body was placed, put the half-dead body in the courtyard, and a red paper umbrella floated on top of the body's head, shielding him from the light of the stars and moon.

Lai Er is still covered with a corpse quilt on his body, and his head and face are still covered with a pair of feet still exposed. There was a spiritual rune on the top of his head, a star lamp under his feet, and after the three pillars of incense were burned, there was a sound of iron chains colliding in the distance at the gate of Yizhuang.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Lichen stood up and bowed.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the Divine Monarch has killed his humble position", what appeared in front of the dust was two ghosts, one black and one white. This is the so-called black and white impermanence.

Black and white impermanence is not an ordinary ghost, people are the top ten handsome, and this kind of trivial matter of escorting the ghost back to the yang is not the turn of these two to come out, and Lai Er was not productive in his life, and he will definitely not be able to look like a ghost when he dies. So these two personally escorted Lai Er's soul over, and they couldn't help but say that this was a big face sent by Yin Si.

Although it is completely superfluous, who would rob a ghost who has returned to the sun halfway!

But now that he is here, Lichen has to greet him with a smile. After all, this time I owe a good favor to the Netherworld.

After a seven-day trip to the underworld, Lai Er really knows what the eighteenth layer of hell is. With Chen's request, Lai Er has gone through the eighteen layers of hell. Tongue pulling, oil pot, human flesh grinding, knife mountain, sea of fire, and infernal hell have all been experienced. Now the chains made of yin iron are holding and trembling, and when I see my body, tears can't stop flowing.

Lai Er may really think that he has come to say goodbye to the sun, but the thought of going back to hell again, suffering the boundless torture, the sadness, regret, and despair, is really not pretending.

The underworld was very busy, and after the black and white impermanence handed over Lai Er's soul to the dust, he hurried towards Hangzhou. I don't know which guy in the city has reached the limit, and he can make black and white impermanence rush so quickly, and he didn't even drink a sip of tea.

"Don't cry, it's all gone. If you regret it, after returning to the yang, be a good person. Marrying a wife and having children is not in vain for your father's more than ten years of hard work and easy to get the blessing! Lichen looked at Lai Er, who was crying like a ghost, and said with a soul.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lai Er to answer, he stretched out his right hand and recited a spell, and Lai Er's soul immediately shrank into a small green ball of light and flew to the palm of Chen's hand.

"Qiankun Yin and Yang, borrowing a wisp of yang, heaven and earth in all directions, give me vitality. With your order, the order of pardon, return the yang together, and turn death into life. Chi! With a flick of his fingers, the thumb-sized green ball of light that Lai Er's soul turned into drilled into Lai Er's eyebrows.

"Today, there is a man Lai Er, born on August 27 in the year of Bingxu, his life is not over, he fakes his death and returns to Yang, he prays to the heavens, prays to the seven stars, writes Yin Cao, and passes the land. Yang Fu together, pleading with heaven。。。 After rounding Lai Er's body three times on the left and right three times, he pulled out the peachwood magic sword and picked up the flame on the star lamp under Lai Er's feet. A spark made a brief arc and landed directly on top of Lai Er's head.

One, two, three. When Lai Er's three life flames were rekindled, Lichen unveiled the spirit talisman on Lai Er's forehead and put away the red umbrella that was still floating. He stood aside, quietly waiting for Ji Laier to wake up by himself.

Things seem simple, but after the dust, he originally left a soul for Lai Er to return to Yangqiang, a wisp of vitality, and there was still a yang return talisman issued by Chenghuang in his hand. If you want to live the dead, how can it be so simple?

The one on Lai Er's body gradually subsided, and his body temperature gradually recovered. After a while, Lai Er's fingers moved, and he finally woke up faintly.

But just when Lai Er came back to life, there was also an earth-shattering cry in the city of Hangzhou in the distance.

The prefect hanged himself。。。。。