Xuankong laughed and said: "The little junior brother is handsome, it is better to stay in this underworld and be the son-in-law of the inverted door, in the future, the family will ascend to heaven without cultivating the Tao to be exempted from reincarnation, wouldn't it be happy?"

Wang Qi's face turned bitter, and he said, "Senior brother knows how to tease me, where does the inverted son-in-law come from in this underworld?"

Xuankong was in front of him to distinguish the road, and in a blink of an eye, he had already flown over Wangxiangtai and only went to Nai He Bridge. His face gradually relaxed, and he said, "Haven't you heard the story of the ghost king marrying his sister?"

Wang Qi was already tired and panting, and he no longer insisted on resisting the wind by himself, so he only hid in the glow of the Xuankong to rest and relax.

After listening to the words of the senior brother, he was curious: "Which ghost king, which one did you marry as a brother-in-law?"

Xuankong smiled: "So you really don't know. ”

He told the story of the ghost king Zhong Kui's marriage to his sister, which tells the story of Zhong Kui, the holy monarch of the blessed town, who had a fellow villager friend Du Ping when he was alive, who was kind and charitable, and gave two silver to help Zhong Kui go to the test.

It's just that although Zhong Kui is a talented and wealthy character, he was born with a strange appearance, a leopard head and eyes, and iron-faced sideburns, so he was removed from the title of champion by the emperor at that time.

At this time, people took the name seriously, and Zhong Kui was angry and crashed into the stairs on the golden palace and died.

And Du Ping, who took the exam with him, buried him ceremoniously. After Zhong Kui became the ghost king, in order to repay Du Ping's kindness before his death, he led the ghost to return home on Chinese New Year's Eve and married his sister to Du Ping.

This is also a story of good people with good rewards, telling all the good fortunes and fruits in the world.

Wang Jun followed behind and shook his head secretly, and said: "Since ancient times, people can't look good, how can the matter of taking talents vary according to the appearance of people, and there is a reason for immortality in the previous dynasties?"

Xuankong glanced at the disciple, and sighed as if he had intentionally or unintentionally: "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road." Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ”

The words only made Wang Jun's eyes light up when he heard it, and he muttered: "What the master said is really good, prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer."

Xuankong saw that the apprentice fell into deep thought, and then he felt a chill behind him, and remembered that this poem was written by Zhang Yanghao, a person from the Yuan Dynasty. In this era, this person has not yet been born, and he secretly recited twice in his heart: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

This can probably be regarded as plagiarizing the predecessors, but I don't know if Zhang Yanghao will be able to write such good words in the future.

Xuankong and his junior brother talked all the way, flew all the way, and after a while, they flew over the eighteenth layer of hell, flew over a high mountain, the clouds hung down on the ground, and the black mist was misty. He smiled and said, "What we just passed is Yin Mountain. Flying over Yin Mountain is a dead city, and it can be regarded as a real entry into the underworld. ”

Wang Qi bit his tongue and said, "Mother, you're not dead yet, let's take stock in the dead city first?"

Xuankong put the glow outside and said with a smile: "Just fly with me, what does it matter if you die in vain or not?"

Wang Qi smiled and said: "I only say Senior Brother, you are so nosy, but it turns out that you are also afraid of trouble." ”

Xuankong said gloomily: "Heaven and earth rotate, a drink and a peck are not predetermined." There are so many injustices in the world, how many can I do with my own strength? I can only solve them when I encounter them, but if I want the Three Realms to be free of injustice, how can I do it with words?"

Wang Jun said: "I have heard people say that since ancient times, it has been said that the earth is the most just. ”

Xuankong laughed and said, "I just hope so!"

It was also the first time he had entered the underworld, but he was careful to follow the records of the sect's classics and groped for the road little by little. The three worlds of heaven and earth, the upper heavenly court is transformed by pure qi, and the lower realm and the underworld is transformed by turbid qi, all of which are the places where the heaven and earth are created.

Since Pangu opened the world, he doesn't know how many secrets there are, and Xuankong is afraid that he will take a fork in the road and fly into an unknown place.

Fortunately, he has a volume of "The Beginning of the Yuan Infinite Measurement of the Wonderful Sutra of the People" given by King Qin Guang, and on the back cover, a passage in and out of the underworld is drawn in detail, some passages can only be mastered by the Ten Palaces Hades and others, and even ordinary ghost envoys don't know.

A few of them said as they flew that Xuankong also introduced a few scenes of the underworld to his junior disciples and apprentices, and unconsciously came to a blood-colored river. Wang Qi remembered the folk legends and stories, and pointed to the long river channel: "According to legend, there is a road called Huangquan Road in the underworld, a river called the Lechuan River, and a bridge called Nai He Bridge. ”

"I think the predecessors remembered badly, this is such a big river, where is there any bridge on it?"

Xuankong and the others stopped by the river, looked around, and saw that a big river was not long or wide, and it was rushing down from the upstream without knowing where it was going.

Xuankong has never been to the underworld, but he always knows that this will never be the Lethe River.

The Lechuan River originates from the underworld, the width is not more than a few feet, there is a bridge on it, the bridge is narrow and smooth, there is a wandering god, the night wandering god guards the morning and evening. And the waves in the river under the bridge are rolling, the fishy wind is blowing, covered with some snakes and insects in the underworld, and there are unjust souls who accidentally fall into the forgotten river and never come out.

But the big river in front of him was full of blood, and there was no living soul in the river.

Wang Qi was overjoyed, tugged at the senior brother's sleeve robe and said: "I think it's the underworld monarch who is taking stock of affairs, so he released this long river to block the way, or let's go back first." Xuankong frowned and said, "Do you think that the Underworld Monarch is your family's bookkeeper?"

"This is strange, the dungeon is open at night, and I have never heard of a blood river blocking the way, what is the reason for this?"

He stood on the bank, staring at the river of blood and was silent, just amazed in his heart.

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a loud noise in the blood river, and the blood-red river water was turbulent, converging together and slowly rising, and it turned out to be a blood dragon. When he opened the huge dragon's eye, it was like a red searchlight, shooting out two red lights.

The ghosts and ghosts trapped on both sides of the strait were terrified, and they were hit by the red light, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into black gray and disappeared.

Wang Qi was dumbfounded, and said, "What a fierce blood dragon, senior brother, or let's go first."

He reached out to pull it, but it was empty, and he hurriedly looked back, almost not crying. Xuankong had already jumped in the air, holding the thunder trick in his hand to confront the blood dragon, Xuankong said, "Little junior brother, where are you going?"

Wang Qi looked around, only to see that both sides of the strait were shrouded in blood mist, and there were imps from the underworld who didn't know whether they were alive or dead walking towards the blood mist, and they were digested into powder after a while. Wang Qi swallowed his mouth, took two steps back, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, we really can't go!"

He only hopes that his senior brother can solve this inexplicable blood dragon as soon as possible, otherwise he and the others will die on the spot like those little ghosts.

It's just strange, can a person die again after he dies?

Xuankong sneered: "After a person dies, there are only three souls and seven spirits left floating in the underworld, and there is still a chance to be reincarnated. Do you think you can die again?" Wang Qi shuddered and said, "This is the rhythm of the soul flying."

Xuankong didn't speak, if it was just a soul scattered, it would be good to say, a person with ** power can also reverse time and space to trace the source and save people. I'm afraid, there is something strange about this blood dragon, the ghost who was shot by the red light in his eyes turned out to be not even a little soul dregs, but completely turned into ashes.