Chapter 58

This happened in the years after the Lord of the Underworld and Song Nian came together.

Song Nian is the identity of the ancestor, and it has long been known to all ghosts in this underworld. When he first learned about this, the expressions of all the ghosts and gods could be described as wonderful, and Song Nian felt that if he moved a bench, he would be able to watch it here for a long time.

But there are also calm ones, such as the Lord of the Underworld.

This person has always been expressionless, coupled with taciturnity, in the dumbfounded expressions of the ghosts, he looks particularly brilliant.

Song Nian knew the reason, but the Zuo Immortal Monarch already knew about it.

But whether he is still calm or not, Song Nian really doesn't dare to say.

Picking up in this small shop of conscience, Song Nian remembered this, put down the objects in his hand, and concentrated on the side in a daze.

The ghost who was waiting for the black and green passed by in front of the shop, and then looked at Song Nian holding his cheeks and looking out of the door. Seeing the group of ghosts who stretched out their heads to look around, they didn't have the slightest surprise, thinking that they were all the ghosts who came here to see some lively ghosts after hearing his identity.

At first, Song Nian didn't feel very comfortable.

In the many years he has been for that ancestor, he has never been so carefully scrutinized by people and immortals.

One is that he was not so "famous" in Song Nian. After the identity was recognized by the ghosts and immortals, the group of immortals and gods in the sky came to the gate of Taozhi Mountain and invited them once. From the beginning, it is natural: the god of creation, now returning, since it is a worthy celebration of the three worlds of people, ghosts and immortals, they naturally renovated the temple of Song Nian and welcomed Song Nian to sit in town for thirty-three days.

But Song Nian didn't want to.

This heavenly realm is now peaceful and peaceful, naturally there is no need for any ancestor to sit in charge, and the little phoenix can now be in charge of these things, and he can handle these things, and he will be caught, and he will naturally feel extremely embarrassed to invite him into the hall in one move.

The second is that the underworld is different from the celestial realm. The heavenly realm is naturally strictly abiding by the rules and laws, and when he was the ancestor of the thirty-three days on the day of the Song Dynasty, even the immortal envoys who served him to serve tea and pour water were all low-eyed, docile and courteous, if they were curious about something, they would also look at it with their eyebrows lowered, and they would not look like these ghosts and ghosts in the underworld, and when they were curious, they would stretch out their heads to explore here.

With such fanfare.

He Song Nian has been in this underworld for many years, so he naturally knows that these ghosts don't have those malicious intentions, but he just wants to take a look.

I just don't lose a piece of meat.

He Song Nian generously showed the ghosts and monsters who came to watch it carefully.

Song Nian is rare to be generous, even if it is hindered by his identity as an ancestor, the ghosts and monsters who probe their brains outside the door are also bold, except for looking at these two eyes, they are discussing it carefully.

"Ancestor is really not the character of the beautiful moon, and now even if he enters this underworld, it still makes us feel radiant!"

Probing a kid in his brain, he heard that the shopkeeper Song in this conscience shop was the legendary and resolute ancestor of the emperor, not only the Song Nian who was lying in the middle of the courtyard seemed to be golden and the aura was compelling, but even the shop was shining with golden light.

This is purely a person who is blinded by the legend of the ancestors, although he is now full of soul in the Song Nian, but he is still the ghost and the like who has no power to bind the chicken, how can those divine lights come from?

"No, no, if I say it, Ancestor is a rare and amiable person, compared to the surviving immortals in the heavenly realm, or these five ghost emperors and ten halls in the underworld, it is naturally a rare harmony."

The goblin disagreed, and overturned the goblin's words beside him. Then I consciously said it very well, quite complacent.

Song Nian was in that courtyard, although he didn't hear every word clearly, but he was also seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and in the face of these remarks, it was like the wind passing through his ears, and he would disperse if he dispersed.

"What you said is not right, if I say it, it should be handsome, this heaven and earth born between the 2.8 million stars can be the only one, you think, when the ancestor opens his eyes from between the thousands of stars, he slowly walks towards the world, the nebula is his dharma, the stars arch the moon, and surround the ......"

"Ahh How beautiful this scene should be! ”

was interjected by this cold paragraph, and the surrounding felt that a certain ghost whose cheeks were already crimson in that place, I am afraid that the red luanxing, who had never moved when he was alive, is now afraid that he will remember his mission, so that such a ghost's spring heart is now moving.

"If so...... If I had been born earlier, then I would have been able to serve tea and water beside my ancestors, and I would have been willing to serve this god! ”

It's like suddenly feeling that I can also accompany the figure in the courtyard.,This more and more I want to go there.。

said these "infatuated" words, as if he had accumulated thousands of years of regrets, and lay on the edge of the threshold, looking at the figure stupidly.

With such a look, everyone around him gave him goosebumps. Instead, they wanted to rub it and slowly remind, but when they turned around and saw one, they were so frightened that they couldn't even care about the goosebumps.

Naturally, I didn't bother to remind the infatuated ghost to come.

So when he looked at Song Nian with self-pity, there was an extra pair of hands on his shoulders. He only thought that he was looking at the ghost of the ancestor with him, but he never thought to turn around, and he was so frightened that he fled to the west and disappeared.

"Hades...... Hades, I'm ...... I'll just go. ”

This latecomer, the Lord of the Underworld, Yama.

Seeing this ice ballast whose face could be scraped off three layers, no matter how many beautiful thoughts were forgotten, the rest only dared to flee in all directions.

Seeing the ghosts who came to snoop, as well as the Song Nian who was lying in the courtyard and didn't ask, he felt that it was necessary to find two guys in this underworld conscience shop.

It's best to transfer two people who know the bottom of the matter from him.

In this small shop, there were originally men, Song Nian who was lying on the couch once took in the souls of two lives, they were the brothers when they were alive, and after they died, they did some work together in this small shop of conscience. If it weren't for the past hundred and ten years, Song Nian felt that the two of them were too monotonous and boring in this small shop, so he sent the two ghosts into the world and re-entered the land of reincarnation.

These two souls also stayed in this underworld for others that day, if they were allowed to experience a few more times in that world, although they didn't dare to say that there was any special creation in the end, it would be better for them to dissipate in this underworld day by day.

In this way, Song Nian released the two ghosts.

There is only one Song Nian left in this shop. He doesn't have to worry about anything now, he doesn't need to worry about food and clothing, and he doesn't have a long-term concern.

This shop, he has been running it day by day in Song Nian, and now who in this underworld dares to calculate his Song Nian's head?

"It's windy outside."

Enma stepped into this shop and said this to Song Nian on the couch.

In this underworld, there has always been a gust of wind and wind, but Song Nian felt that it was not a big problem, not to mention that now there are still these quadripartite courtyards to hinder it, and there is not a few winds to squeeze into this courtyard.

Even if there were, I'm afraid they would be completely blocked by Lord Enma. Seeing that he Song Nian did not move, the Enma quietly stood in front of his head, made a handprint, threw out an enchantment, and surrounded Song Nian tightly.

On the bed, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and there was no sign of waking up. It's just that the slightly pulled up corners of the mouth reveal the master's mood.

Song Nian naturally knew who did this.

He was now happy with this man beside him, before and after the saddle, and took good care of him.

He doesn't like a lot of people, but he doesn't like it.

Seeing that Song Nian was sleeping deeply, the Yama didn't do anything, so he sat down on the shopkeeper's chair in this shop.

Fortunately, Enma has the art of mind-reading.

He took the things that the stunned ghost needed, and the silver taels in the hands of the stunned man under his hand continued to sit there without changing his face.

The ghost who received the thing looked dazed and at a loss, and then when he remembered it, his face was full of surprise! And then for a long time, I couldn't take this matter seriously.

Song Nian had never been so surprised. Even when he woke up, he saw the Lord of the Underworld standing by his side, covering his clothes tightly, and he was alone with a not-so-bright lamp, dealing with the folds that were presented on the side.

People in the world say that they see beauties under the lights, and Song Nian is now waking up to see this scene, which is very pleasing to the eye.

As the god of creation, he naturally doesn't pay attention to those things that are red-faced and withered, and if the soul is immortal, the memory still exists, even if this person has changed thousands of appearances and changes, they are still the same person.

But even so, looking at the current Enma, Song Nian felt that he was now a little vulgar.

He was a little greedy for this Enma skin.

This Immortal Monarch, he really hasn't watched it carefully in Song Nian, and now this opportunity, facing the dim lights, the sharpness of the cheeks, the contours between the eyebrows and eyes, and the appearance of carefully examining the folds of the book, all have a bit of different charm.

He watched silently.

"Are you awake?"

Unexpectedly, this silent realm made this Enma feel it, and the book fold was casually put aside, and then he took the cup of tea from behind him very naturally and handed it to Song Nian.

Song Nian stretched out his hand from the quilt, took the cup of tea, and took a sip, which naturally entered the lungs and heart, and the taste and temperature were very suitable for Song Nian's temperament.

He had never served any gods and ghosts, but he remembered what he had done clearly.

Before the tea could be swallowed, he twisted a piece of pastry in his hand and sent it to him, as if he had already pinched the hour, not bad, not sooner or later, silently, waiting quietly in this place.

If you take it, I will wait here for it.