Xiaoyu felt no movement for a long time, and there was no suction power, so she slowly lowered her elbows, looked at the picture scroll, and the painting was a graceful woman, a goose-yellow Luo Qun paved the ground, surrounded by a chrysanthemum, this woman's long hair is like a waterfall, her eyes are bright, the corners of her mouth are slightly pursed, she is smiling, her eyes are full of kindness, Xiaoyu doesn't know why, when she saw this painting, she sighed in her heart, saying that she looked like herself, it was better to say that she was Shuqin lying in the crystal coffin.

"It turns out that he really thinks of himself as her." Xiaoyu sighed, the woman's temperament and refinement made people feel more and more beautiful the more they looked at it.

"Looking for thousands of miles, finding a thousand thoughts, the flowers on the other side are blooming, the leaves are falling on the other side, life is wrong, the world is in the arms, the payment is made, Shuqin." Xiao Yu looked at this seemingly steel bar but was sad, for some reason, the woman in this painting was not laughing, but laughing and crying, and Xiao Yu's heart was wet.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Yu's hand shook, and the scroll fell to the ground.

"I ...... Admiring the portrait of your old lover, yes, it's beautiful......" Xiaoyu bowed down and picked it up, cleaned it up, calmly put it back in its place, and also put the sword in his hand into the scabbard.

"You misunderstood, although you look like her, this king will never be interested in you, a yellow-haired girl who has not dried up."

"Oh, that's great, it looks like you're not blind with your blue diamond dog eyes......" Xiao Yu gritted her teeth.

"The king's patience is limited, and it is best not to insult the king with such rude words, unless you have already planned how to bear the consequences."

"Oh......" As soon as Xiao Yu heard this, she looked at his sharp blue eyes, feeling that she had been sent into an icy hell by his angry eyes: "Let's go." ”

Xiao Yu watched him walk out of the hall gate, his long hair fluttering behind her, black robe, golden brocade belt, plain his nine-foot height, broad shoulders and narrow waist, so not domineering, but his back also seemed to reveal endless loneliness.

"In the future, don't just close in through the ghost gate, but come in through the east gate."

Xiao Yu followed him, all the way unimpeded, in addition to "Greeting King Bian Cheng" is "Sending off King Bian Cheng", Xiao Yu was also cast a surprised gaze by the surrounding ghost pawns, she was uncomfortable to see, she could only walk two steps quickly, pulling on King Bian Cheng's sleeve, like a frightened little rabbit, King Bian Cheng said a sentence coldly.

"East Gate? Okay, remember. "Xiaoyu agreed, how big does this have to go around from the east gate? The Ghost Gate Pass was the closest place to the City of the Dead and the Sixth Temple, and besides, she didn't want to come back for the rest of her life.

As soon as he got out of the ghost gate, everything behind him disappeared, as if such a big underworld was living in an illusion: "Where to take me?" ”

"Go to the Shimizu Taoist Temple."

Xiao Yu hurriedly let go of his hand and retreated again and again, it was better to stay in the underworld.

"Come back, I'm here, what are you afraid of?" King Bian Cheng grabbed Xiaoyu over.

"You're so fond of deceiving people, who knows if you're going to send me in again?" Xiaoyu shouted, unwilling to go.

"This king says it a second time, pay attention to your words, have you already thought about how to bear the consequences?" King Bian Cheng looked down at Xiao Yu, and his cold eyes revealed a faint blue edge.

"A second time?" Xiao Yu muttered, what if it's the third time? A voice sounded in his ears: Think about Yuankong Dao Chang, a slap is estimated to be light.

Xiao Yu gave up the struggle and was taken to the Qingshui Taoist Temple by King Bian Cheng, and the Taoist Temple suddenly shone brightly, and it was a holy place at a glance, at least for Xiao Yu's current situation.

"Don't be afraid, these won't hurt you, as long as you carry the blood jade." King Bian Cheng strode into the Taoist temple and handed Xiao Yu the familiar jade pendant with his backhand, although it was a matter of concern, but Xiao Yu couldn't feel a trace of warmth from his tone, and it was cold as if he hadn't spoken.

Xiao Yu took the flame jade into his arms and followed him without daring to leave half a step.

King Bian Cheng stood in the courtyard and didn't speak.

"King Bian Cheng, the disciple greets King Bian Cheng......"

An old man walked briskly with his body bent and hurriedly saluted, this old man was a hundred years old, and the wrinkles on his face could be seen with the red furrows hidden in the folds as he spoke.

"Let's be flat." King Bian Cheng turned his back to him, waiting for the other party to speak.

"King Bian Cheng, the disciple of the disciple Yuankong has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, he offended the king last time, and please surrender his guilt, and he is willing to be punished for his apprentice."

After all the fate, he knelt down and pleaded again.

"It's a good thing to subdue demons and eliminate demons, indiscriminately, that is, to smear living beings, you are so old, you should know the consequences, hell can accept countless sinners."

King Bian Cheng's voice was not loud, calm like a casual conversation after dinner, but he heard Xiaoyu's back cold, glanced at the old way, the old tears were rampant, and it seemed that he couldn't forgive the sin, even if he died, he also admitted it, this is old, he should have been recuperating for the rest of his life, preparing for the future.

His apprentice is so shameless, greedy for life and afraid of death, he does not hesitate to sacrifice a child's life to achieve the goal, the master is definitely not a good thing, and the two thoughts are tug-of-war in Xiaoyu's mind.

"King Bian Cheng, you raise your noble hand, disciple...... The disciple is willing to apologize for his sins with death, and the disciple bears all the blame for the sins alone. "I banged my head at the end of the day.

"If you break the law like this, if you don't punish you, you will be knocked to death." Xiao Yu stepped forward to help him up, but raised his hand and swept over the old Taoist priest, like air.

Xiao Yu looked at his hands and looked back at King Bian Cheng, his eyes were gentle, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, like a smile, but like a relief, Xiao Yu didn't know what he was thinking.

"No matter how many lifetimes of reincarnation can extinguish your kindness." Bian Chengwang's lips moved slightly.

"What did you say?" Xiao Yu leaned over.

"Nothing."

"It's fate, in fact, this king is not here to pursue responsibility, but to ask about important matters."

"King Bian Cheng, do you ask ......" Yuan Duan raised his bleeding forehead with a relieved expression.

King Bian Cheng raised his hand, a wave of yin energy rippled in his palm, and instantly presented a painting shaft, and the little jade thief hid behind King Bian Cheng, and watched King Bian Cheng throw it to the ground: "The remnant soul contained in it will be released to this king." ”

"King Bian Cheng, you don't know something, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't release it, unless I ......" Yuan Duan got up, picked up the Qiankun map, and a sad face surged up again.

"Why?"

"Others don't know, the king should know, this painting is called Bodhi scroll, is the king of the earth Bodhisattva painted by himself, I don't know the king of Bian Cheng can know that thousands of years ago, the king of the earth Bodhisattva sat down there is a Mulian Venerable, that is, the disciple of the Muren Venerable.

After cultivating the positive fruit, he violated the rules of heaven and was relegated to the mortal world to be punished, in this Qingshui Taoist Temple, the Qingshui Taoist Temple was established at that time, and the Taoist Temple also has the relics of the Pyrrole ancestors, a volume of the Holy Decree of the Netherworld, that the Holy Decree was personally issued by the Emperor Xudu, and the painting scroll was also lost to this day at that time.

The disciple felt that this liberation of the soul, except for the profound power of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, the disciple was originally placed in the library pavilion, who knows...... Hi"