The words say:

How many vicissitudes of life, the experience is joys and sorrows. In the end, it is inevitable, in vain, but the day.

Drink this water, forget this life, and get the edge. Throw away the cause and effect, drink the yellow spring, and go to cultivate immortals early.

——Small words to send "Appeal to the Heart".

But said that at that time, the dervishes monk controlled the black bowl, hid his traces and followed behind Shuo Zhu Niang, and he could see clearly, the three village priests obeyed their orders and obediently came to Shuo Zhu Niang's side, but it was just a stroke of effort, and they were forcibly put into the magic weapon by Shuo Zhu Niang!

The dervishes thought that the magic weapon must also be a spatial attribute, and it was very likely that it was also a portable immortal mansion-

The dervish monk could not have imagined, never expected, that Shuo Zhu Niang, this guy, would actually poison ordinary mortals in a village!

At that time, I saw Shuo Zhu Niang accept three sacrifices, and without the slightest pause, she raised her hand and palmed, and the wind thundered and struck directly at the more than 3,000 villagers in the field!

Everywhere, slapping mortals to death is as easy as crushing a swarm of ants!

The dervishes were amazed!

The dervish reacted so quickly, this is probably the instinctive reaction formed in the battle - at that time, the dervish monk didn't have time to think in his head, but he had already appeared, urged the black bowl, swept and copied, and put the more than 3,000 mortals into the black bowl on the spot!

Of course, it is said that there are more than 3,000 mortals, but only two-thirds are alive at this time, and nearly half of them are wounded, and those one-third are just mortal souls!

Shuo Zhu Niang didn't expect the dervish monk to appear suddenly, and she was also surprised; however, Shuo Zhu Niang had the intention to vent her anger and kill, although the appearance of the dervish surprised her, but she quickly reacted, and raised her hand and slapped it at the dervish monk!

The dervishes still hadn't reacted yet, and when he saw Shuo Zhuniang coming with a palm, he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but scold: "What are you going to do!?"

Shuo Zhu Niang's palm posture remained unchanged, with a coquettish smile in her mouth, and a charming face: "Earl, I haven't seen you for so long, do you want to be a slave?"

Where did the dervish monk think that Shuo Zhu Niang's personality was actually very vicious? At that time, he didn't have time to resist, and he was already in the palm!

At this time, the dervishes are still the ninth order of the spiritual path, but Shuo Zhuniang is already the third order of the immortal path!

The palm power reached the body, and just when the dervish monk's sternum was about to be broken, a strong surge surged to the place where the dervish monk's sternum was hit, and the palm power of Shuo Zhu Niang was neutralized!

The dervish monk knows that this is the machine spirit Ami helping himself, however, the dervish monk lost the opportunity first, and Shuo Zhu Niang was unforgiving, hey, now, it's a lot of fun:

Shuo Zhu Niang felt that there was a sudden surge of power on the dervish monk, this power came strangely, blocking his own power, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart.

This time, it's no longer the old man's turf that is in charge, but Shuo Zhu Niang's turf, Shuo Zhu Niang's master!

The dervish monk was taken aback at the time, and when he saw that he had fallen into Shuo Zhu Niang's magic weapon space, he also made an instant decision - without waiting for Shuo Zhu Niang to launch the magic weapon to restrain himself, he immediately fled into his own black bowl space!

But said Shuo Zhu Niang, I didn't expect that I could so easily put the "earl" into my own fairy mansion, when I was shocked at first glance, I mobilized the binding power of the fairy mansion, I had to hold the dervishes, tease, play, be happy, I didn't want to carry the power of the fairy mansion everywhere, there was no trace of the dervishes, only a broken bowl was left!

When Shuo Zhu Niang mobilized the binding power of the Immortal Mansion to restrain the broken bowl, it was extremely difficult, and the broken bowl actually had a strong resistance power!

Shuo Zhu Niang felt that it was difficult for her to hold the little broken bowl, and her heart also realized instantly: "Ouch, my earl, your portable immortal mansion is very powerful!"

The dervishes hid in the black bowl and could hear clearly, but he didn't bother to answer.

Shuo Zhu Niang smiled like a cat playing with a mouse: "Earl, you are a Zen one with compassion, ouch, come out quickly, slave my little perverted eagle is hungry again!"

The dervish monk still ignored it, but did not hear it, and even turned off the black bowl's perception of the outside, and devoted himself to arranging for the treatment of the wounded mortal.

More than 2,000 mortals landed on the mountains and rivers below the world in the black bowl, which is the place where mortals live and practice, and it can also be said that it is the original mortal world in the black bowl, which is the "yang world" as the saying goes.

What about the unfortunate death? His soul was also put into the black bowl on the spot, and the dervish monk's mind was everywhere, and the nearly 1,000 souls entered the underworld.

The dervish was full of divine power, and the wounded mortals were immediately healed, and they all heard a voice: "From now on, live in this world, and be the original inhabitants of this world." ”

The person who spoke, of course, was the dervishes, but this voice was a warning from the villagers as a god—

Since then, there has been a legend among the primitive people in the space world of this black bowl: "We are a nation favored by God, we are God's people! Our God is omnipotent! He is our great Father! Great Savior!"

But it was said that the dervishes had settled more than 2,000 mortal villagers at that time, and then went to the underworld to check. But I saw the Yellow Spring River rolling, like flowing to the end of the soul.

When the dervishes came to the bridge, they saw that nearly a thousand souls were crowded on the bridge, lining up to move forward, but the speed of movement was extremely slow.

When the dervishes looked at the other side of the bridge, he saw that Yan Lao Wu was standing at the head of the bridge absent-mindedly and absent-mindedly, holding a bowl in his hand, talking to a soul: "Do you drink?"

"What to drink?"

"What are you drinking? Huangquan Soup!" Yan Lao Wu replied angrily.

"What if you drink it, and what if you don't drink it?"

"If you drink it, you forget everything in your past life, and if you don't drink it, you still remember it. ”

"Then I'd better drink it, alas, I'd rather forget my past life!"

So the soul took the bowl and drank the yellow spring soup.

Seeing that the soul had drunk the Huangquan soup, Yan Lao Wu snatched the bowl with his hand, pulled the soul behind him, and said without turning his head: "You can go into the city!"

Another soul stepped forward, and Yan Lao Wu asked, "Do you want to drink?"

......

"If you drink it, you forget everything in your past life, and if you don't drink it, you still remember it. ”

......

"You can go into town!

——The dervish monk suddenly realized: How can this Yan Lao Wu do something here like the legendary Meng Po at the head of the bridge?

The dervishes stepped over and came to Yan Lao Wu's side: "Yan Lao Wu, what are you doing? How can I see you like that Meng Po?"

Yan Lao Wu was startled, raised his head, and then saw that it was the dervish monk standing beside him, and stopped the dialogue with the next soul at that time, turned to the dervish monk to worship, and said:

"Ah, master, you suddenly appeared next to the villain so quietly, didn't you scare the villain a big jump!"

When the dervish heard this, he smiled and said, "Just you, can you be scared a big and a little bit?"

"Ahem, master, of course it's scary that you came out so suddenly. ”

The dervishes smiled: "I've been here to see you for a long time, how could it be that it suddenly appeared?"

"Ah, why didn't I see you, master?" Yan Lao Wu was surprised.

- It turns out that in this case, although the inner world of the black bowl has not yet been completed, the underworld in it has been completed!

In this consummated underworld world, the dervishes as the master of the magic weapon, with the magical power of the instrument spirit Ami, the dervish monk, as the "world master", came to this lower underworld world, even if he is a sixth-order master of the immortal path like Yan Lao Wu, he can't directly discover the existence of the dervish monk!

Therefore, in the city of Xudu, on the palace of the king of Hades, that Meng Dali, as a great master of the sixth order of the Immortal Dao, the head of the underworld appointed by the dervishes, only at this time did he discover that the dervishes had arrived at the Huangquan River Bridge outside the city!

Meng Dali hurriedly went out of the city to visit the dervishes, and the dervishes smiled at Meng Dali and said: "Old Meng, Yan Lao Wu can also be regarded as a ghost male, why did you let him come to this bridgehead to do such an errand, and make him look like a Meng Po?"

Yan Lao Wu had already put down what he was doing and paid homage to Meng Dali.

Meng Dali waved his hand and said, "Old Yan, you should pay homage to the master first." When I find the right person, you won't have to do this drudgery, and then I'll ask my master to arrange another decent errand for you, how about it?"

Yan Lao Wu said: "In this way, I will thank the master first, thank you King Meng, Lao Meng!"

The dervishes said: "This, I just asked, Lao Meng, you can do it yourself, no matter how you say that this Lao Yan is a ghost character, don't neglect him." ”

Speaking of this, the dervishes asked Yan Lao Wu with a smile: "Hey, I said Yan Lao Wu, why do you ask them one by one 'whether to drink or not', is it troublesome?"

Yan Lao Wu replied respectfully: "Master, these ghosts may have nostalgia or grief in their lifetime, since I have taken the place of Meng Po, I must also do my duty!"

Whoever doesn't drink it will have to remember the joys and sorrows of their previous lives after being reincarnated! Where is King Meng and me, we would rather be a ghost cultivator forever than reincarnate as a human being and reincarnate!"

When the dervish heard this, his heart was stunned for a while—

It seems that there is such a thing in the underworld! I just don't know if my little stick mother, has she been reincarnated? Alas, at that time, what a bridge, did she drink or didn't drink the Meng Po soup?

Perhaps, she was sad, she was sad, she had already drunk that Meng Po soup, right? If one day, I could cultivate to such a level and could find such a netherworld, would I still be able to find her traces?

Or, she didn't drink the Meng Po soup, and I didn't go with the little stick to see her?

Unexpectedly, when he thought so, the dervishes was in a state of confusion for a while!

Regret, longing, the love thread of the red world, seeing through, letting go, the wisdom of this Buddhism, for a time, the two are entangled, and there are thousands of knots!

Suddenly, a "Earl......" came faintly!

Suddenly, in the Huangquan River, there seemed to be a singing voice, and there seemed to be a figure dancing in the waves, faintly singing-

"How many vicissitudes of life, the experience is joys and sorrows. In the end, it is inevitable, in vain, but the day.

Drink this water, forget this life, and get the edge. Throw away the cause and effect, drink the yellow spring, and also go to cultivate immortals. ......”

Suddenly, it seemed that he heard a voice calling to him: "He, Abba, where the hell have you gone?"

- At this moment, the dervish only felt like a hammer in his heart!

But it was said that the dervishes were talking with Meng Dali and Yan Laowu, and Meng Dali and Yan Laowu both felt it at once: Huh, why did the master's eyes suddenly become confused?

At that time, the dervish monk only felt a blockage in his heart, a sweetness in his mouth, and let out a "wow" sound, and spit out a mouthful of blood! This blood is not only blood, but also fairy blood.

Meng Dali and Yan Lao Wu were both taken aback, and were about to come to help and ask for comfort, but the dervish monk had already waved his hand and said:

"It's okay! I'm just confused for a while, and after spitting up this mouthful of blood, I understand!"