In the underworld, in the ghost gate, the guiding ghost floated slowly in front of him without saying a word, and Fan Ren followed in a panic behind, and quickly drifted away to the depths of the underworld.

Fan Ren felt that this guide ghost was not a qualified tour guide, but he was also the first time in his life to come to the underworld, so he didn't even introduce himself, two people, uh...... The two ghosts just walked away, uh no, just floated. It's just so embarrassing.

However, thinking of the guide ghost's makeup skills, which were not even at the entry level, and that face with very dungeon characteristics, Fan Ren instantly didn't want to talk to her again. As a new ghost who has not completely transformed his ideology, Fan Ren really can't bear too many underworld characteristics.

Soon, the two ghosts came to the impermanence alley. The guide turned around. With a polite nod to Fan Ren, he floated back into the shadows.

Fan Ren paused slightly. looked at the alley in front of me, which was no more than two meters wide, and suddenly thought of a certain allusion. Then the binocular eyes begin to lose focus. A distracted look.

"Eh! Wake up. Don't sleep on you little ghost. ”

I don't know how long it took, Fan Ren heard a shout in his ears, and came back to his senses, only to see a long bookcase placed at the entrance of the alley at some point, just enough to block the entire alley. Behind the bookcase, a tall and thin ghost wearing white clothes, a big white hat, a thick layer of white powder on his face, and a white mourning stick in his arms was looking at Fan Ren with a smile. No matter how you look at it, it smells a little ill-intentioned.

"You little ghost, who do you mean badly!"

Damn, I forgot they could read minds.

……

Seeing that Fan Ren had come back to his senses. Xie Bi'an put down the mourning stick. Showing a smile with the characteristics of the underworld, he took out a large earthy yellow cloth bag from under the table, and then crackled and poured out a large number of various models the size of chess pieces: "Come, you see, what do you like, this is a magic weapon created by the masters of the underworld, choose a few and bring it to return to the yang." ”

"Okay Seventh Master. No problem, Seventh Master. ”

Although Xie Bi'an's current face is very much like a profiteer who resells fakes on a stall, Fan Ren did not expect that the magic weapon that could be mass-produced in large quantities would have such an awesome effect, in the final analysis, as a grassroots person like him, even if he had good things, he would not be able to use them.

So Fan Ren, who was as good as a stream, stood quietly in front of the pile of models at a loss.

Xie Bi'an looked at Fan Ren's appearance, picked and picked in the pile of magic weapons, and then grabbed two things the size of chess pieces from the pile of magic weapons. Stuffed into Fan Ren's arms: "Okay, I can also see that you don't know how to do it at all, for the sake of you and the eighth master, I picked up two things for you that are suitable for you." After quickly taking it, go to the Nai He Bridge, I'm afraid that the urging division will urge it when it's late. ”

As he spoke, a black iron plate suddenly appeared in Xie Bi'an's palm, and on the front of the iron plate, two small seal characters of [Yin Difference] were written crookedly. Xie Bi'an put the iron card in his hand, checked it, and then threw it to Fan Ren: "Your token, take this and find Meng Po." ”

Fan Ren hurriedly took the black token, and as soon as the token was in his hand, there was a feeling of heaviness in his palm. Obviously, the density of this token is a bit large.

And then from the dark corner, the little girl who led the way away. Carrying the square lamp hole floated again.

Xie Bi'an waved his right hand like a bamboo pole towards Fan Ren, who was about to go away, "Little ghost, every March, on the night of the full moon, you have to come down to perform your duties once when you wait for this kind of ghost." Don't forget. ”

Fan Ren nodded, turned around, and floated away with the guide ghost. Hurried to the side of the bridge. But halfway through, he was blocked by a monk.

……

"Yo, I didn't expect there to be such a normal person in the underworld."

Looking at the monk standing in the middle of the road in front of him, Fan Ren kept watching with some curiosity.

I saw that the painting style of the monk in front of me was completely different from that of the underworld, and there was no miserable appearance of the ghost after death.

I saw that this monk's face was like jade, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked radiant, and the most striking thing was that his moon-white monk's robe was spotless and clean as new. In a filthy place like the underworld, it is obviously very abnormal.

For some reason, when Fan Ren saw this monk, he thought of the famous master who had an affair with the princess of the Tang Dynasty in a TV series in his previous life, and instantly had the urge to punch him in the face, what does a monk do if he looks so good.

The monk performed a Buddha ritual with one hand, showing a smile like a spring breeze: "Donor, it's just a pair of skins, why care?" ”

Fan Ren shook his head, emptied his thoughts, so as not to be read again, looked at the monk in front of him, took a few steps forward, and said: "Unlike the master, I am just a layman, and I still hope to have a good skin." ”

After a pause, Fan Ren looked at the monk in front of him and asked, "Dare to ask the master, why are you blocking my way?" ”

Fan Ren, as a senior otaku who has been bombarded by the Internet in his previous life, naturally knows that often people with different painting styles at first glance, without exception, are all big guys, and maybe they can send some adventures.

The monk smiled indifferently, looking very forced. He spoke slowly: "The little monk is just in the Cuiyun Palace. In front of the throne of the King of Jizo, a small novice with lamp oil is just a small novice, where does it come from? ”

Maye Cuiyun Palace!

As a veteran bookworm who read many various literary works in his previous life, Fan Ren naturally knew. What kind of place is Cuiyun Palace, it is the dojo of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, one of the four great bodhisattvas of Buddhism! This is a real underworld giant. So this monk ...... Mom, it's so scary!

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, the king of Jizo Bodhisattva, order the little monk to come and form a good fate with the donor." ”

Saying that, a dazzling golden light lit up in the monk's hand, and the guide ghost behind Wu Qi's body quickly retreated with the appearance of the golden light, and disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

The golden light dissipated, and a black folding fan appeared in the monk's hand, and at the end of the fan bone, a cyan tassel fan pendant was tied, and on the fan pendant, a rosary that looked like red sandalwood was also worn.

The monk held the black folding fan with both hands and handed it to Fan Ren: "On this fan, there is a volume of Diamond Sutra copied by the little monk. Yu is a powerful ghost and a demon. There is restraint, if it is an ordinary demon or monster, this fan is enough to protect the life of the donor. ”

Fan Ren naturally took the fan, Fan Ren knew in his heart that taking this fan was to have a cause and effect with Buddhism and Jizang, and now he has benefited, but he doesn't know how to repay this cause and effect in the future.

As for why not give up this fan. Just kidding, this is the equipment sent by the big guy's secretary, no matter how bold Fan Ren is, he doesn't dare not accept it.

Anyway, a small shrimp like himself is not qualified to interfere with the big guy's decision. It's better to go with the flow.

The monk looked at Fan Ren and nodded: "In this case, let the little monk send the donor to Nai He Bridge." ”