Cen Qing reminded Chen Lun with the technique of supporting dreams, and then did not delay, according to Bai Suzhen's teachings, he silently recited it, opened the door of the two worlds of yin and yang, and jumped slightly, he had already stepped into the realm of chaos and indistinguishability. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few years ago, he was detained in the underworld by Black and White Impermanence because of Xuanyangzi's lawsuit, and Bai Wuchang borrowed a guiding light from the judge so that he could enter the Netherworld with flesh and blood.

At this moment, he also stepped in with flesh and blood, and what he saw in front of him was different from that time.

In the field of vision, it is no longer a barren land, and there is no yin wind of cutting bones and removing flesh. Rather, it is a dark and rugged path between the craggy mountain cliffs, and the fog in front of it is so thick that you can't see the end of the road.

This is the real Huangquan Road.

Cen Qing lifted his spiritual pupils, and saw that the yin and yang realms between the cliffs and the barren land were no different, and the yin souls torn by the yin wind hung on them in pieces and no one came to collect them.

Huangquan Road, a small road leads directly to Wangxiangtai and Nai He Bridge, Cen Qing is not afraid to go on a fork in the road, along the way put away the scattered ghosts hidden in the sleeves, and when they reach Wangxiangtai, they have condensed into dozens of souls. It's just that they've lost their minds and look like babies.

And so it was. Cen Qing knew that the yin wind blew away the souls, causing the souls to have no wisdom and memory, but at this moment, seeing that it was really the case after the recasting, he couldn't help frowning.

Meng Po soup is not something that ordinary yin souls can drink, just relying on this yin wind, it makes the memories of life disappear.

Even if he brought these living souls into the world, but if he lost his mind, he would just have more demented and stupid people, so Cen Qing shook his head and released the living souls back into the mountains and wilderness.

Further on, there is Wangxiangtai.

Wangxiangtai is built on the mountain, the mountain is called homesick ridge, the yin soul brought by the yin difference walks on the Huangquan road, rests here, looks back at the world, knows that the yin and yang are separated, and since then the thought is broken, reincarnated, and re-human.

Cen Qing walked onto the high platform on the homesick ridge, where more than ten ghosts were escorted by the yin cha to rest, some were in tears, some were worried, some were pleading, and some were indifferent.

When those yin chasers saw Cen Qing, they were stunned at first, and then became nervous.

They recognized Cen Qing as going down to the underworld with flesh and blood, and this kind of person was mostly powerful immortals, who regarded the Yin Si law as nothing, and it was common to snatch the Yin Soul from their hands.

Cen Qing glanced at them, but did not see Mrs. Chen's soul, so he looked away and looked towards Siye.

The fog shrouded the mountains, but the high places were unharmed, Cen Qing saw the vast ocean in the distance, and the water vapor was boundless, which was the Lethe River where he came last time.

Eight hundred miles of Lethe River, plain for the soul but is just a narrow river, even the last time I followed the black and white impermanence to come, what I saw was only three or five miles wide, at this moment Cen Qing looked at it with a spiritual pupil, only to see its vast original appearance, it was the magic power of the immortal family to hide Sumeru in meson.

He recognized the way, but frowned again.

Lethe River is 800 miles wide, up and down endlessly, and finding a Zhang Zheng among the tens of millions of souls is as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

Not to mention finding the second of the three souls that Mrs. Chen lost.

So he turned his head, looked at Yin Cha, who was cramped and uneasy again, and smiled gently: "Hello, my name is Cen Qing." I want to inquire, you guys...... Have you ever heard of a white dog?"

The shadows looked at each other.

......

In the endless void, there is a lotus throne, and the white-clothed monk behind the bookcase put down the pen in his hand, glanced at the restless white dog lying prone under the case, and smiled: "What did you hear again?"

"That man was talking to me just now, so I didn't use my supernatural powers and sensed it. Di Ting Shenjun frowned and said, "Great Venerable, she has repeatedly disturbed the earthly mansion of the world, is it because her predecessor is extremely noble, will she not be punished?"

"Punishment is because there is a decree. And the decree is made by words. The decree existed because of him, just as the handwriting under the tip of the pen could never be written on the barrel of the pen, for her, the decree was useless, only bound. The white-clothed monk explained with a smile, and then nodded the white dog's forehead, "You said that she disturbed the earthly government of the world, but it was only because you saw that her cultivation was low, so she had such a thought." If she came before, do you still think it's a disturbance?"

The white dog got up, turned into a white-robed monk with long arms and big ears, and was silent for a moment before answering honestly: "No, and I will be honored by his presence." ”

"The difference between identities that are boring. The white-clothed monk said, "If I debate with the Buddha, who do you think is justified?"

"The Buddha knows everything, the Great Venerable is omniscient, and I know very little, so I think you are all right. Di Ting Shenjun continued to reply, "But I am an attendant of the Great Venerable, so naturally I have to stand on the side of the Great Venerable. ”

"Blind intimacy and alienation. The white-clothed monk laughed and said to the Divine Monarch, "There is nothing right or wrong in this world, it is just a difference of opinion, even with the supernatural powers of the Great Heavenly Venerable and the Buddha, it is impossible for everyone to have the same opinion as them." ”

"Like the Great Venerable is doing now?"

"Just like what I'm doing now. The white-clothed monk said, "She's looking for you, so go ahead." What she's going to do is not that different from what I'm doing. ”

-- Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. The Buddha's words are empty, and they are also extinguished, and they are also wonderful.

Di listened to the Divine Monarch ponder for a moment, and then took the order to leave.

......

Suzhou, outside Wumen Bridge.

Xiao Xiaoqing frowned, she had a body, so she could smell the smelly smell nearby, the person opposite had probably never brushed his teeth in his life, as long as she raised her head, she could see the uncleaned vegetables and shredded meat in the other party's rotten tooth bed.

"Who's Grandpa? Grandpa is the talker on this land. If you want to hire a craftsman to help you build a house, you have to get grandpa to agree to it first. The man spatted and stared at Xiao Xiaoqing, who was avoiding him in disgust, in his eyes, this little girl looked okay, but her physique was too thin and small, not the type he liked, so he stretched out his palm, "One hundred yuan, you take out one hundred yuan of silver, and grandpa promises to give you a beautiful new house." ”

"Are you poor and crazy?" Xiao Xiaoqing took a few steps back, she was not short of money, but she didn't believe in this mischievous man, the only result of handing over the money to him was that he would immediately take it to the gambling house and flower street to sprinkle it cleanly, and it would not even fall into the hands of the craftsman.

Oh, she didn't expect that there was already a bully foreman here and now, and looking at the helpless and frightened looks of those craftsmen, she knew that she couldn't recruit anyone today.

She felt that if Cen Qing was here, she would probably take more money to smash this foreman to death, or beat this foreman to death with her fists, but Xiao Xiaoqing was not Cen Qing after all, she tilted her head and thought about it, and said to the man: "One hundred times, my family can afford it, but I won't give you a penny." Suzhou Mansion is not only your group of craftsmen, but only fifteen yuan to build three pharmacies, you are asking for a sky-high price. ”

"There are indeed other craftsmen in Suzhou Mansion, but if you want to build a house in Panmen, it is my boss Wu who has the final say. The man seemed to hear the funny words, and pouted, "Your pharmacy has been targeted, and this time it was smashed, and no one dared to take over your family's work." If you want a hundred or less, come back tomorrow, and the price will increase. ”

Xiao Xiaoqing sneered. (To be continued.) )