In the Qingming season, it has reached late spring, in this land south of the Yangtze River, the noon sun is very hot, although the pedestrians on the street are not sweaty, but also sweaty sideburns.

But at this time, in the main room of the inner courtyard of Zhang's house, the door was closed, and there was no trace of cold wind. Not only that, but there are also carbon braziers in various parts of the house, which makes the indoor temperature a few points higher than the outside, making people feel like they are in the scorching summer sun.

Of course, this temperature is naturally not a matter for Ye Ling and Lin Xiaotian, who are successful in cultivation and do not invade by cold and heat. Even if it was the little girl Ye Ying, because of her special physique, she didn't notice anything wrong.

But for ordinary people, there is no need to stay longer, as long as you sit in this house for a moment or three, you are sure that you will suffer from heat stroke. But the young man lying on the bed in the inner room, not only did he not feel hot, on the contrary, when Ye Ling walked in, the man who barely sat up tightened the cotton robe on his back, looking very afraid of the cold.

"Sir, please also treat my family. ”

Seeing that Ye Ling had brought him in, he stood at the door, and Cui Yueying couldn't help urging.

"Ahem, don't be impatient. ”

Ye Ling coughed dryly, to hide the grief and anger in his heart. There was no way, he didn't even need to go to check the pulse anymore, he already knew that this young man named Zhang Mo was terminally ill, the medicine stone was ineffective, and his time was short.

However, as the so-called drama is done in a full set, Ye Ling, who came back to his senses, still pretended to come forward to ask for a consultation.

"Ahem...... Sir, can I still be cured? cough ......."

Zhang Mo's face was as white as paper, without any blood, looking at the calm expression on his face, he must have known that his fate was short, but he still looked at Ye Ling with expectation.

"There is no way to return to heaven. ”

"Sir, please take a closer look. Cui Yueying still didn't give up.

"There is no need to look at it anymore, the so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, but the old man is also powerless. Ye Ling looked like a compassionate healer. In fact, he was distressed about the 20 points of merit that he was about to be deducted by the system.

To say that this ink, he is not sick at all, and the reason why he looks like this half-dead is all because the ghost qi enters the body and Yuanyang is exhausted.

The ghost qi that enters the body is easy to do, as long as the pure true qi or true yuan of the Yang can be removed, whether it is Lin Xiaotian or Ye Ling, it can be easily done, but the key is that Zhang Mo's Yuanyang has been depleted and there is nothing left, unless Ye Ling has the same Lingzhi fairy grass and other immortal treasures that Bai Suzhen took to save Xu Xian, otherwise, Zhang Mo will definitely not live for two months.

And this means that Ye Ling's original idea is completely frustrated, and it is impossible to dissolve the obsession in Cui Yueying's heart within two days.

Of course, it's not impossible, as long as Ye Ling is ruthless and secretly does something to let Zhang Moheng die within these two days, Cui Yueying, who has no worries in her heart, will naturally let go of her obsession and return to the underworld.

"That's it, I'm lucky, but I'm lost. ”

Ye Ling sighed secretly, but let go of that tempting idea in his heart. He still can't make a mistake to assassinate someone's life for the sake of 20 merits.

"Sir, please look at my father-in-law again, is there really no way?"

Hearing the results of Ye Ling's diagnosis and treatment, Cui Yueying was unwilling to give up, a pretty pear blossom with rain, and begged this You Fang Langzhong who gave her an unfathomable feeling as soon as they met.

"Yueying, you don't have to ask Mr. for help, my fate is predestined, and I am already very content to live to this age. ”

Zhang Mo was very open-minded, looking downish on life and death.

"But husband, after you leave, how can I live alone in this world?"

"Uh!" Ye Ling's face was confused, not only him, but even Lin Xiaotian and Ye Ying, who had just walked in, after listening to Cui Yueying's words. I was also very surprised.

Yes, after a long time, this Cui Yueying still doesn't know the fact that she is a ghost.

"Zhang Cuishi, the old man has a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not?"

"Oh!"

Cui Yueying thought that Ye Ling had thought of a way to save her father-in-law, so she hurriedly raised her head and asked anxiously.

"Sir, don't you have any way to cure my husband, and please make it clear that even if you spend all your money, the little girl will give it a try. ”

"No, do you know where you are?"

However, before Cui Yueying could answer, that Zhang Mo must have sensed something, and suddenly shouted at Ye Ling, "You guys let me out...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Xianggong, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhang Mo was coughing, Cui Yueying not only came from her heart, but patted Zhang Mo's back to ease him, and begged Ye Ling bitterly, saying: "Divine doctor, you must have a way, please save my father-in-law." ”

"Your father-in-law is already a person who has reached the end of his life, and he has only lived for two months, but you, if you don't go to the Yin Si to report, and wait for the 100-day period, when the time comes, you will inevitably have to go to the mud plough hall. ”

Ye Ling suddenly broke off.

First, he broke Cui Yueying's identity in order to complete the task of the system. Second, it is not out of good intentions.

As the saying goes, ghosts have ghosts, and people have paths. After a person's death, no matter what the reason, unless the body is involuntarily self-conscious, the soul is not allowed to stay in the yang world for more than 100 days. And once this period is exceeded, even if you are protected by the qi of heaven and earth, as long as you enter the underworld, you will inevitably have to suffer in the mud plough hall, and then you will be reincarnated.

"Shut up...... Ahem......"

"Zhang Mo, the old man knows that you are infatuated with Cui Yueying and can't bear to be separated from her, but have you ever thought that you use the thousand-year-old rhino horn incense as a guide, and use the hundred-year-old gloomy wood to shape the soul, so that Cui Yueying's soul will stay in the yang world and stay with you, once the period of 100 days passes, what kind of suffering she will have to endure in the underworld, do you know all this?"

From beginning to end, Ye Ling felt that the whole thing was a little strange. And when he found out Cui Yueying's identity, the other party looked completely unconscious, and Zhang Mo's strange reaction, Ye Ling guessed a rough idea.

It's not that Cui Yueying intends to stay in the Yang world, but she doesn't know that she is dead at all. The whole thing was Zhang Mo's selfishness, in order to continue to stay with his wife, so he used this secret method to force Cui Yueying's soul to stay in the yang world.

"What kind of suffering she will endure, please make it clear to the gentleman. Zhang Mo said dryly.

"The Mud Plough Hall is a torture hall added by the Underworld in addition to the eighteenth layer of hell, but all ghosts who stay in the Yang World for more than 100 days must be punished in this hall, although their sentence is countless times shorter than any of the eighteen layers of hell. But you must know that once you enter the mud plough hall, you will have to go through the punishment of each layer of the eighteen hells. ”

It was Lin Xiaotian who answered Zhang Mo.

"Since you know the method of shaping the soul with a thousand years of rhino horn incense and a hundred years of gloomy wood, you must have seen some Dao Zang, the punishment of the eighteenth layer of hell, do you still need me to talk about it?"

"Needless to say, I know what to do. Zhang Mo waved his hand weakly, looked at his wife, who had been sitting beside him since he learned the truth of the matter, and said with tenderness in his eyes: "Moon Ying......"

"Xianggong, what is all this about? Am I really dead?"