At the entrance to the Myohua Realm, there stood a young woman in a blue priest's robe.

She stood there, looking around. I thought to myself, here, but how can I get in? Why can't I see anyone come to pick her up?

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit. She stabilized her figure, and before she could open her eyes to take a closer look, she heard a voice: "Tinglan, why are you standing here?"

The woman named Ting Lan immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, I just arrived! ”

The woman who stopped with the strong wind had a beautiful face, a plain dress, and was not stained with dust.

"Is your master in retreat again?" asked the plain-clothed woman.

Ting Lan nodded.

Nodding, the plain-clothed woman had already opened the seal at the entrance and led the blue-robed woman into the Miaohua Realm.

Along the way, I met some familiar immortals, all of whom saluted the plain-clothed woman and honored her with the title of "Niangniang".

The blue-robed woman smiled as she walked, "Uncle Shi, so you are so famous, they all salute you!"

The plain-clothed woman said with a smile: "It's not me who is famous, but Emperor Ziwei." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a man in a black sacrificial robe, walking quickly forward.

"I don't know if the mother is coming, and Qingming is far away. ”

The plain-clothed woman smiled and accepted the salute, and said softly: "The emperor doesn't need to be polite. Ziwei happened to go to the lower realm, so I was the only one who came. Please also ask the emperor to mourn the change. ”

"Niangniang doesn't have to be polite, presumably the one next to you is the high priest of the Snow Pavilion?" asked Qing Ming.

The woman in blue bowed her head and saluted, and then she caught a glimpse of the pattern of Bodhi flowers embroidered with purple threads looming on Shibo's plain clothes.

Does Uncle Shi also like Bodhi flowers?

"It turned out to be the Ting Blue Fairy. When she came back to her senses, she heard it.

The woman in blue saluted politely.

The plain-clothed woman said with a smile: "The high priest is unfortunately in retreat, so I sent the proud disciple Ting Lan over, and ask the emperor to lead the way!"

The man in the black sacrificial robe made a gesture of please.

Ting Lan lowered her voice and asked, "Uncle Shi, doesn't this person believe me?"

The plain-clothed woman smiled: "What are you talking about, even if Qing Ming doesn't trust you, is it possible that you still don't believe me, and you don't believe in Emperor Ziwei?"

"Uncle Shi!" Ting Lan raised his voice.

Is there such a comforting thing? It doesn't work at all.

The people who walked in front, because of Tinglan's voice, all stood up and looked back.

Ting Lan coughed dryly twice, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, the clothes you are wearing today are so beautiful. ”

Those who looked back turned away with different expressions and went their own way.

Ting Lan slandered in her heart, among so many people, the only person who was called his master was Emperor Ziwei, why did those people look back?

The plain-clothed woman smiled: "When I wore this dress before, why did you praise me?"

Ting Lanzhu remembered the lesson just now, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Uncle Shi, the Bodhi flower on your clothes is really beautiful!"

The plain-clothed woman smiled and glanced up and down at Ting Lan, and said with a smile: "Yes, Ting Lan, in the past 30,000 years, you have cultivated 30,000 bodhicitta attempts. ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, a huge Bodhi flower seat appeared in front of him.

The base with a hint of silver-white in pink is lifelike. In the center of the flower, a crystal coffin hangs. In the crystal coffin, a beautiful woman in a pink gauze dress slept.

"Uncle Shi, is this the Miaoyin Fairy? She is so beautiful! She is even more beautiful than Shizun, well, she is not as good-looking as the little princess. Ting Lan asked in a small voice.

"Shut up, be cautious, Tinglan. The plain-clothed woman said reproachfully.

Qing Ming bowed solemnly.

As a priest, what the Tinglan Fairy has to do is to put this Bodhi flower together, place the crystal coffin securely in the bud, and then send the bud to the bottom of the lake of the afterlife.

Ting Lan pinched the mantra and sat under the huge Bodhi flower seat.

The blazing light gradually gathered.

Everyone retreated silently.

The plain-clothed woman also took a small step back.

Emperor Qingming poured tea for the plain-clothed woman and took a seat.

The others stood behind the plain-clothed woman.

Those blazing rays of light were too late, and they were fast, and in that instant, a hole was torn open.

The huge Bodhi flower seat shattered in an instant. The crystal coffin in the middle of the petals fell from the flower pedestal.

Seeing that the crystal coffin was about to be shaken open by the fluctuation of spiritual power, the Qingying Emperor was stunned.

The teacup in the hand of the plain woman suddenly flew out.

The huge Bodhi flower seat, which had been shattered a second ago, suddenly became obedient. The crystal coffin has been returned to its place.

The plain-clothed woman stretched out her hand and pinched a trick, and the huge Bodhi flower had turned into a tight bud.

In the flash of lightning, the huge flower bud, connected to the flower base, has disappeared.

The blue fairy in a blue robe spat blood from her mouth, and she was about to faint.

After a strong fluctuation of spiritual power, a small Bodhi flower seat landed at her feet.

The plain-clothed woman was puzzled and muttered, "What is that?"

A heart-rending cry attracted everyone's attention.

The Emperor of the Blue Darkness knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

For a moment, everyone's expressions were different.

The plain-clothed woman wanted to speak and stopped, and immediately picked up the blue-robed Tinglan and turned around to leave.

", slow down!"

The plain-clothed woman frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Empress Ziwei is not something that anyone can stop.

"The emperor lost his temper today, and when he comes back to his senses, he will definitely go to Ziwei Palace in person and go to the Snow Pavilion in person to thank him. Now that this is the case, it is inconvenient for the emperor to stay with you for a long time, so I would like to send my mother. I am the eldest son of the Emperor of the Green Underworld, Qing Heng. ”

The plain-clothed woman smiled slightly, and then disappeared.

Qing Ming fell to the ground without any image and cried bitterly. The sound of crying almost resounded throughout the Miaohua Realm.

Qing Heng stood there, a little uncomfortable. Why can my father cry like this? Or like this, crying regardless of the occasion? When my mother died before, I didn't see my father crying like this?

It's just amazing, no, Ling Xian, it's incredible.

A group of immortals in Miaohua Realm, and a group of immortals who came to Miaohua Realm to mourn, all stood with embarrassed faces.

For so many years, there has never been an immortal who has ever seen the Emperor of the Blue Immortal and lose his temper like this. Even many years ago, when the fairy was asleep, I had never seen it!

This time, how does it seem that there is another hidden feeling?

The days of the gods, sometimes, are inevitably boring, and it is naturally extremely pleasing to have the opportunity to listen to it or see some gossip in person.

Everyone stood there still. He looked in the direction of the Emperor of the Blue Darkness with great interest.

Qing Heng only felt as if there were thousands of needles pierced in his back.

Can anyone tell him what this is all about?