There was a stick of incense in the incense burner, and a little cigarette curled around, and then floated to Zhou Guangyu's side and was absorbed by him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Incense, I also had my own temple witch blessing, lit the ever-bright lamp all day and night, there were more than a dozen jars of sesame oil for the lamp, and the bronze tripod was burned with spices, all night long. Every festival festival, Longyang will personally preside over the sacrifice, the first line is the three holy emperors of Fuxi Nuwa and Shennong, and I am listed in the fourth place in the second line of the main ceremony. ”

After receiving this incense, he seemed to be quite energetic and full of interest.

"Actually, in terms of seniority, I shouldn't have this honorable position, I can only fall into the fourth row. It's just that Longyang and I are on good terms, and with the light of him, the chief priest, he was specially promoted to me. It was also he who built the temple for me, selected witches, and sometimes sacrificed to me privately. ”

"I remembered his kindness, and then I kept trying to find his whereabouts. It's a pity that on the day the city was broken, Jiang Guolong's qi was shattered, and I was also injured, and when I rushed over again, I saw a thousand miles of blood, and a magic sword was out of the body, and I couldn't find his soul after that. ”

Zhou Gui suddenly thought of something and said.

"Speaking of the magic sword・・・・・・・ I've seen a rumor from the wild history, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"I remember that before the destruction of the Jiang Kingdom, it was rumored that a swordsmith cast a divine weapon, which was a secret sword diagram of the royal family, which could reverse the defeat, but it only required a princess with royal blood to sacrifice the sword to be released."

"On the day the city was broken, it was also the day the sword was cast, and the magic sword was stained with blood, destroying the alliance of the five countries in one fell swoop. After that, the magic sword sometimes had a host, haunting various places, bringing an unknown amount. Later, the sword disappeared, and the last time I heard of it was in the far north. ”

"Maybe that sword is also looking for the whereabouts of Prince Longyang?"

Zhou Rang thought about it and didn't speak for a while.

Zhou Xun was already throwing magic money into the brazier, carefully burning them one by one, and plucking them with branches, letting their ashes drift with the wind.

It was late at night, the breeze in the pavilion was blowing, and the bamboo forest made the sound of sand sofas.

The moon had gradually gone west, and the moonlight was shifting, shining elsewhere, and the pavilion looked a little eerie.

Fortunately, Zhou Rang has no extravagance at all, but he is very noble, which is the bearing that has been cultivated over the years, and he shows his extraordinaryness all the time.

After being silent for a long time, Zhou Rang spoke.

"From what I know about him, if that sword really needs the princess sacrifice sword, he will definitely be reluctant. He was always like this, and sometimes indecisive...... But a good brother! ”

"I've seen the princess, and I'm almost ...... Oh, I almost became his brother-in-law. ”

Zhou Rang made a move, and he got a bunch of paper money, which was placed in the palm of his hand, and there would be a slight phosphorescence.

Zhou Xun's magic money is sufficient, and after a paper coin is burned, a large stack of dark banknotes can be formed, about 100,000 yuan.

The money brought by the law has been burned out, and there are almost 10,000,000 dollars.

This money is no different from a timely rain for Zhou Rang.

"I'll take this money! In a few days, the government will be opened, and there will be many places to use the money, so you are welcome! ”

The paper money was burned, the incense was accepted, and Zhou Rang got up and said goodbye and left.

Zhou Gui took Zhou Xun a few steps.

"In a few days, I will have to worry about Ziming!"

Zhou Rang arched his hand.

How dare Zhou Gui accept the courtesy of the ancestors, and hurriedly return the salute and said.

"You're welcome, this is what our juniors should do."

"The yamen has already been sorted out, and the gentry in other parts of the county won't say anything more in my face? It's just that I have to be wronged for you to live in a broken temple for a while......"

Zhou Rang understood what he meant, so he said.

"Don't worry, I can live a poor life too."

"The original deity of the temple is missing, and it just gives me a chance to re-ascend to the current god's throne. Originally, my divine position had gone through six hundred years, and it was long out of date, so I just took this opportunity to blend in with the Great Xia Di. ”

As he spoke, he drifted away, turning into a little white light and disappearing, and only a little phosphorus fire could be seen floating in the same place.

After leaving, Zhou Rang kept descending, and the formless and substantial pure soul body seemed to be lightly forced, passing through the soil layer and going down, faster and faster......

I don't know how deep he descended in a trance, and by the time he felt the ground, he had already appeared in front of a ruined palace.

Looking up, the dim sky is always gloomy, and a silver moon is in the sky.

Although the underworld is often referred to as the "underground", it is only conceptually derived from below, and is not really an underworld in nature.

The underworld is more like the other side of the entire yang world, belonging to the yin world, the world of the dead, and there is more than one layer of the underworld.

It is said that the lowest layer of the underworld is buried with the first batch of dead people at the beginning of the opening of this world, which is very dangerous and inexplicable, and it is rumored that the immortals will be permanently lost if they break into it.

This is, of course, a shallow underworld, very close to the Yang Age.

Similarly, the closer you are to the level of the Yang world, the more susceptible you are to the influence of the Yang world.

At this time, Zhou Rang walked into this palace, there were traces of decay everywhere, and when he gently pushed the door, the door panel collapsed and splashed a cloud of dust.

"Six hundred years have passed in the Yang world, and the underworld is nearly two thousand years, even if the passage of time can be slowed down in sleep, this palace still can't be saved."

Then he walked to the apse.

There is a team standing in the black here, all of them wearing armor and holding swords, and their bodies are mud and stone, like terracotta warriors. It's just scattered around, there are only about twenty percent left, and between the teams, there are handfuls of dirt, which are soldiers who can't hold on and can't wait to be awakened...... They will never wake up again.

"Alas......"

Zhou Rang looked at this scene and sighed unconsciously.

Light a stack of dark money in your hand, absorb the mental power in it, and transform it into divine power through the specially reserved divine position......

Although he has been transformed into a ghost immortal and no longer has the body of a ghost god, Zhou Rang can still use his past god position to transform into divine power.

With this familiar divine power, he was able to awaken the subordinates who had been following him.

"There are no more followers of mine in the yang world, but I still have followers in the yin world. Wake up, my robes, my men! ”

Under the influence of divine power, the terracotta warriors and horses gradually shed the earthy color on the surface and became soft......

Soon, as if they had woken up, they opened their eyes and looked around.

Even then, they clutched their weapons and were ready to fight.

When they saw Zhou Rang, they all knelt down on one knee, put their right hand on their chests, and shouted:

"Meet Zhou Shuai!"

Zhou Rang also returned the salute with his right hand on his chest.

“…… Thank you very much! ”

"I have been sleeping in the underworld for two thousand years, six hundred years have passed in the yang world, the six kingdoms have been destroyed, and we have survived!"

"It's just that there are more than 800 of you, and you will never see ......"

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

His subordinates were also in tears.

The tears of the ghost are the essence of the soul body, and every drop is yin longevity.