It is said that this Lord Yan picked up the book of life and death, held the brush in his right hand and sketched them one by one, Ding Hong raised his head, but took off the iron chain around his neck, hahaha laughed.

It turned out that this Lord Yama was holding the book of life and death, when he dipped it in ink just now, I don't know if it was splashed out too hard, or if he was absent-minded, the corners of his mouth were full of ink, no wonder Ding Hong laughed!

"The children in the hall are so presumptuous that they actually laugh at the Yama Palace, do you know? There are thousands of mistakes here, all of them are a mistake by the king of this Hades, you are not only not surprised, but like this, come here! Light a fire for me and put the oil in the pot, and see how rampant he dares to be? This Lord Yan took out the token on the table and threw it towards this Ding Hong.

I saw this bull head and horse face coming, Ding Hong was lifted high, and several ghosts carried the oil pot and landed on the burning flame, and after a while, the oil smoke rose up, and there was a "crackling" boiling sound.

"Throw me down, fry the punishment first, and then send him to these eighteen layers of hell, so that he can taste the methods of my Yama King." With a wave of his right hand, he saw that Ding Hong was thrown out and headed towards the boiling hot oil.

There was a "bang", Ding Hong felt that his eyes were dark, and he was already terrified, and he was so frightened that he fainted to death.

I don't know how many times in the past, a cold wind blew, and Ding Hong, who was asleep, was awakened by freezing, and slowly opened his eyes trembling all over.

I saw that the top of my head was no longer pitch black, but a blue sky and white clouds, and birds flew through the sky from time to time, but this cold wind was coming, quite high and a little cold.

Ding Hong shook his head, sat up with his hands on his shoulders, and looked left and right tremblingly, feeling that this place was so familiar.

"Isn't this the top of the mountain that the old Taoist brought me to? What the hell is going on? Am I dead, or am I coming back to the world from the ghost gate? Ding Hong kept pinching his face, screaming in pain.

Ding Hong stood up with his shoulders crossed, only to see that this was really on the top of the mountain, and the Taoist priests who were picking tea and farming below were still clearly visible between the clouds and mist.

Ding Hong touched the sword (Xuan'an) behind it, and found that it was not unsheathed, and everything about the dark ghost gate is still vivid, thinking about the ghost cha holding himself high, throwing down the oil pot and leaving, and now he is still a little afraid!

Ding Hong just felt a pain in his neck, so he lifted the shirt on his chest, only to see this burst of black purple, obviously this is not Nan Ke's dream, the bruises on his neck have said everything.

"Where do you want to go? For the teacher to save you from the ghost gate, I am afraid that I know how to cherish it, if you continue to be obsessed, but you have to go to this Yama Temple to suffer again. Ding Hong looked up and saw a crane flapping its wings and flying down from the sky.

I saw this crane falling low on the ground, and it turned out to be the white-haired old man Shunqing, who spun from the crane's back and floated beside Ding Hong.

"I don't believe you? I'm not your apprentice either? If you want to trap me on this mountain and do a long job for you that doesn't require silver, I think you are delusional. This Ding Hong looked at the white-haired old man, and suddenly woke up in his heart, turned around and ran away.

"It seems that you are not ordinary stubborn, so starve you for three days first, and wait until you are willing to carry water and chop wood, right?" The white-haired old man was smooth, and said with a wave of his hand.

Ding Hong felt that these feet did not obey the call, and originally went towards the foot of the mountain, but now he walked backwards, heading in the direction of this "Zhentianguan".

"What's going on? Dead bull nose old way, this time you yin me again, be careful that I don't finish with you, I will come back! Ding Hong waved his arms in a panic, only to see that this way was running backwards, and on the thousand-year-old tree in front of the main hall, the rope tied himself.

A gust of mountain wind blew, only to feel this chill coming, Ding Hong looked up at the birds on the tree, chirping and jumping around, as if he was also laughing at him!

When the sun was about to set, I saw that the Taoist priest returned to the temple one after another, looking at Ding Hong tied to the tree, and stepped forward one after another, whispering for a while.

"Why don't you hurry back to the dining hall to eat, do you want to be tied up here and starve you for three days and three nights?" In the hall on the stone steps, there was a sound of angry shouting, and everyone fled one after another.

I saw the middle-aged Taoist on the stone steps, brushing his beard and walking slowly, waving the dust in his hand, and came to Ding Hong.

Ding Hong raised his head, but when he saw the middle-aged Taoist priest's full beard, these four eyebrows drooped down, his little eyes kept blinking, and the smile on his face always flashed with a chill, which made people shudder!

"You don't know who I am, do you? Poor Dao is the senior brother of Tianguan in this town, and he is also the master of these guys, just now the master asked me to come and see you, I am afraid that you will freeze to death, how about it? Pretty good, right? The middle-aged Taoist priest blinked his eyes and asked in a strange manner.

"I won't be able to die for a while! You really have the ability, forcing me to learn from a teacher, even if it is, you have to chop wood and carry water every day to clean the courtyard, I don't agree to tie it up, what do you want? Ding Hong raised his neck and turned his head to the side.

"Hahaha! If it weren't for the Xuan'an Sword in your hand, we wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you? There are countless people who come to learn art every year, and some of them can't even find the mountain gate, you are in the blessing and don't know the blessing, but I am afraid that you will regret it in the future and live up to the master's hard work. The middle-aged Taoist priest circled the big tree, then turned around and left.

It is also strange to say, Ding Hong, who originally felt the wind cold, felt like a barrier in front of him at this moment, and suddenly felt a little warmer.

After a while, the little Taoist priests came out after dinner, and they all carried lanterns and hung them inside and outside the hall, and they suddenly became bright.

A "whoosh" sounded, and I saw that on the ground, a tender bud slowly came out from between the stone slabs, staggering and slowly growing taller, so frightened that Ding Hongsui turned his head and shouted for help!

"There's a ghost! There are monsters in your temple! Hurry up and catch the demon! This Ding Hong shouted towards the little Taoist priest at the entrance of the main hall, but heard the sound of laughter from everyone.

Ding Hong turned his head and saw that the tall shoots, after swaying a few times, suddenly burst into a burst of white smoke, and after the smoke dissipated, a little Taoist priest appeared in front of him.

"Little uncle! Didn't scare you, did you? Xiaodao is the gatekeeper of this town's Tianguan, and everyone calls me Tianbao! This is the only skill I learned when I came to this view, and I will give me a lot of advice in the future. The Taoist boy in front of him, who was slightly older than Ding Hong, bent down and clasped his fists and saluted.

"Wait! You call me Uncle Xiaoshi, I am not a disciple of this Zhentianguan, why do you call me like this? Ding Hong looked at the Dao boy in front of him and asked very curiously.

There was a "whoosh" sound, and I saw a green thing flying in, and the boy was so frightened that he picked up the broom next to him and walked all the way towards the mountain gate......