The two were silent for a long time, and they were equally confused about the future, which also shortened the distance between the two in disguise.

Hou Yu turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered something, "The Chongling Daoist of Anhe Daomen, who left more than two hundred years ago, is he still in the underworld?" ”

After the exchange just now, the whereabouts of the souls of these underworlds are no longer a thing, and Xie Wuwu answered quickly,

"He was reincarnated decades ago, but I can't tell you where he was reincarnated because ......"

Hou Yu interrupted him with a smile, "This is right, Brother Jie, if you are willing to say it, I may not dare to listen to it...... So, the question of the Quanzhen Sect of the Kingdom of Yan was also reincarnated? ”

He didn't ask his parents, not because he didn't want to, but because he was destined to have been reincarnated many times, and now he doesn't remember him anymore.

If a mortal enters the underworld, he will not be reincarnated for more than a hundred years, so if he is calculated, he has been reincarnated at least twice, and Meng Po Tang has drunk at least twice, and even his appearance has completely changed into another person, so it is completely unnecessary.

However, the spiritual power of cultivators is far beyond that of ordinary people, and they need to run in more in the underworld to eliminate their trace of cultivation consciousness engraved in the depths of their souls, so the reincarnation time will be longer, which is why he can only ask these cultivators after coming to the underworld.

Xie Wuwu checked, "Xiang Zhi?" Well, this person is still in the underworld, this spiritual power is tough enough, and he hasn't gotten rid of the spirit of sword cultivation yet, so he can't be reincarnated yet......"

The two exchanged ideas, and they had a good impression of each other, and Xie Wuwu invited: "Hou Jun would like to follow me into the Yama Hall for a look?" ”

His invitation was not a whim, but a little curious about what would happen if King Chu Jiang saw this sword cultivator? Even if you are a ghost, you are curious.

Hou Yu shook her head, "I'm afraid that something will be wrong when I go in now, next time, I have a hunch, I will come to this place often in the future, and it will be indispensable to disturb Brother Xie at that time; One day, Brother Xie has the opportunity to come to the yang world, and you and I will have a good drink. ”

Saying goodbye to the worry-free solution, Hou Yu discerned the direction, and began to climb down the hell layer by layer, pirate ship, meteor hammer, merry-go-round and other various entertainment projects opened his eyes to those who had never seen these things.

The rides here are huge, carrying tens of millions of people at every turn, and the scene is spectacular; But such a facility is difficult to promote in the yang world, and it requires a lot of conditions, unlike the living souls here who usually don't have much to do, and can spend a lot of time having fun.

It's also a big trouble to make, the simplest truth, the players here are weightless souls, and they don't have to worry about falling to death, but the same facilities are difficult to replicate in the yang world purely for entertainment.

He wondered who had reformed the underworld thousands of years ago and incorporated these things that were completely out of the realm of normal thought, or was this true for other realms in the universe?

Each layer of hell is bustling with people, and according to the rules here, every living soul will start from the first level of hell and go through each layer in turn, until it is a living soul and a mature soul.

This is equivalent to a diversion, dividing all the raw and mature souls into different hell layers, of course, they are the same monks, they have been in for so long, he has not seen a monk in the yang world, it is the real vast sea of people.

In each floor, in addition to the necessary entertainment, there are also different Yama halls, and of course, there are many other buildings that provide training in various life skills, which makes people sigh.

According to the messenger, although this kind of training does not allow these souls to have innate abilities after reincarnation, it can imperceptibly cultivate a person's hobby interest after being born in the yang world.

For example, if you read well in the underworld, you will be able to become a respected scholar after reincarnation. I like carpenter's work and I have a strong hands-on ability after going to Yangshi, if I work in Chun Nuan Pavilion......

A place like Chun Nuan Pavilion is only available in the first and second layers of hell, and if it goes down for too long, the residual yang energy on the body is not there, and there is no use value.

Of course, not everyone can play what they are best at when they go to Yangshi, there are too many environmental factors here, and for mortals, it is the greatest happiness to be able to make a living with their favorite skills for a lifetime.

Such a prefectural training system is truly endless, and what kind of characters can formulate such a set of rules.

The sigh in my heart continued to go down, through layer after layer, until I came to the eighteenth layer of hell, the hell of the knife saw; It is also home to the Hall of the Wheels.

The entertainment here is a roller coaster, and most of the ghosts who stay here have already become familiar souls, and they are making final preparations before reincarnation.

Listening to Xie Wuwu, the soul who asked him is here.

He was very hesitant, did he really want to see this senior brother? His worry is that he doesn't want to change anything, change the trajectory of his brother's life, which is very immoral, the key is that he can't be sure whether this will be beneficial or harmful to his senior brother?

There are still differences between cultivators and mortals, and there are some things that have different focuses and pursuits.

But he still came, and all he wanted was to take a look from afar before making a final decision.

After this wish is fulfilled, it will probably be the time when he leaves the underworld, and for the time being, he has no other more specific purpose here.

The Hell Cave is a bit of a chicken, it is okay to come, it is okay not to come, he doesn't see what the purpose is anyway.

The eighteenth layer of hell, even if the living souls are divided into eighteen parts, each layer is at least hundreds of millions of people, and it is still impossible to easily find a person from it, but fortunately, with the help of understanding and worry-free, everything has become simpler.

took out a yin paper crane with the name of Xiang Zhi written by Xie Wuwu on it, and threw it into the air, and the yin paper crane flapped its wings in a certain direction.

This direction is neither the direction of the Wheel Palace, nor the direction of the roller coaster, in the eighteenth layer of hell is different from the other layers, just like these two buildings, the rest is infinite mist, the weight of the mist, so heavy that it is difficult for the divine sense to penetrate.

Finding someone in such a situation is no different from a blind man touching a mouse.

Drifting all the way, he found that in the direction of the paper crane, there were countless familiar souls converging, as if a drop of water beads were integrated into a stream, and then merged into a river, mighty and boundless.

Why do the souls fly here? His heart was full of curiosity.

When he was coerced by countless familiar souls and came to his final destination, everything was clear.

A rushing river is turbid, and there is a six-eyed arch bridge on the river, and in the center of the bridge is a white-haired old woman, who is smiling and handing a bowl of soup to every familiar soul who passes by......

(End of chapter)