Yan Jiujiu's face was full of tears, looking up at the blue and quite festive sky of the fairy world, trembling and chanting: "Three times, he recited it three times in a row......"

Without waiting for the remaining immortals to come forward to comfort them, Yan Jiujiu cried: "Ahahaha...... I'm not doing it anymore, I'm not doing it anymore!"

It's a big deal!

Of course, the immortals all knew that Yan Jiujiu was crooked when he got off the donkey, but he was indeed treated extremely unfairly and was attacked heinously. More than a thousand years of grievances erupted, and no one could end it.

"Alas, three Dao brothers, it's too early for me to teach the 'Qi Relief Spell' now...... someone tactfully accused.

Sun Wukong was silent. He just has a bad temper, not unreasonable, and this matter is indeed their fault.

He had no choice but to get angry at Wu Ge. "This stinky boy," he picked up Wu Ge, "why are you always getting into trouble, I ......"

"Alright. The Martial God Immortal stopped, "Let's help him collect his qi first." ”

Several immortals helped Wu Ge to regain his anger.

"I said what's the matter with you, how did you make a fuss about this when you caught a ghost?" Sun Wu reprimanded in a rage.

Wu Ge jumped up from the ground.

"Do you blame me?" he glared at Sun Wukong defiantly - he didn't care if he had a temper or not, he had enough!

"What do you say, how don't you blame ......?"

Without waiting for Sun Wukong to finish roaring, Wu Ge shouted in a voice an octave higher than him:

"You say that the fairy world is a ghost except for the immortals, and you yourself say that ghosts are different from immortals......"

There was silence. The immortals also had to admit that Yan Jiujiu was indeed different from the immortals, and his aura strength was only about one-fifth of that of the "edge immortals".

"That's not to be mistaken, ghost and ......"

"I haven't seen a ghost again!"

Wu Ge had a unforgiving posture, and Sun Wukong was speechless for a while.

"Okay, let's talk about the matter between your master and apprentice later, let's talk about how to solve this matter first. ”

"Then how do you say to solve it?" Sun Wukong sent his temper to the immortal who spoke.

"How to solve it," the fairy said with a gloomy face, "Jiujiu is reluctant to do it, so he has to trouble Ling Gaozu." ”

“...... Okay, I'm okay with that. Sun Wu rushed past Wu Ge and pushed him in front of the immortal, "You can watch it, I don't care." ”

"I don't do it," Wu Ge protested. Although he didn't know that much about it, he understood that it was not a good thing to look at the posture in front of him. "I still have to go to school...... Besides, I've never done it before, I have no experience. ”

His voice was getting lower and lower, and the way the gods looked at him gave him a feeling of something bad, very bad.

Jigong coughed dryly and stood up.

"Fellow Daoists, this matter is indeed our fault. However, the cultivation of the inferior disciple is too shallow, although it is ...... Let's talk ...... again."

The gods turned their gaze to him, and his voice grew lower and lower, and finally decided to stay in his lungs and watch it change.

"Uh," Mr. Lu said. The eyes of the immortals turned to him again, and he stopped in time.

Things have become very clear, whether Wu Ge wants to or not, he should be the "king of Hades".

There was silence.

Of course, such an expression is not so accurate, at least, the scene still echoes Yan Jiujiu's intermittent sobs. It's just that the sobbing is much smaller now than it was just now, and it's dry. If anyone pays attention, they will find that Yan Jiujiu is not only peeking at the situation, but also can't help but snicker.

Wu Ge had a sense of the end coming.

"Hmm, what's going on, so many people. What's going on?"

A fat monk appeared in front of the immortals.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused. "By the way, who cast the 'Qi Relief Spell?' can be felt from so far away. ”

An immortal pointed at Wu Ge with his chin, "Oh, it's him." The tall feet of Sun Wukong Daoyou. ”

"Oh. ”

Sun Wukong's chin is elongated.

"Why only me?" he asked.

This monk is said to be the prototype of the "cloth bag monk" in folklore - he really carried a cloth bag, which was a magic weapon for his cultivation, just like the folklore, which can be large or small, and is particularly strong, and it will not break if it is loaded with a ton. In fact, the most important function of this cloth bag is that it can restrain and seal the aura, and don't want to run out of any aura when it enters.

"I'm catching ghosts," he said, putting down the cloth bag on his shoulder, "and I'm almost trying to convince it, but suddenly a 'Qi Relief Spell' came and it took me half a day's work." ”

"What the hell is it, and how did you die?" someone asked.

"Suicidal. The reason......" Monk Budai frowned, "It seems that he didn't sit at the main table during the meal." ”

"What?

The gods have seen many dead people - of course, they live much longer than ordinary people - but the reason for such suicide is really unheard of. The immortals forgot about the vacancy of the "Hades" for the time being, and gathered around.

The cloth bag monk cast a method, the cloth bag automatically opened, and the ghost was revealed.

Wu Ge was so frightened that he shrank back, but was grabbed by Sun Wukong.

"Let's see what the ghost looks like. He shouted.

But he doesn't have the will to do that now, both self-confidence and self-confidence substitute shame have been consumed by him, and this ghost ...... It's just so undecent.

Of course, ghosts are all like that, and after seeing ghosts, he has to admit that ghosts should be like that: just an aura and not some entity. Now, even he felt that it was a bit wrong to mistake Yan Jiujiu for a ghost just now, and he wondered if he had the courage to attack if he had just met a ghost instead of Yan Jiujiu.

It was just an air mass, constantly shifting and writhing. As we said earlier, the condensation of aura depends on the clarity and strength of consciousness, but it is impossible for a ghost to condense qi to a very high degree. In fact, the level of this ghost in front of him is already quite high, not only has a basic human form, but even the facial features, hair, and clothes are clearly recognizable - although the ghost is only an aura, it also has clothes, this is because the condensation and manifestation process of qi is governed by the will, and even a ghost tends to have a "normal" appearance. After all, ghosts are the product of the development of civilization to a certain height, and there is no real "sloppy ghost".

But even so, Wu Ge still couldn't stand it, it was really far from his normal life experience, and he ignored Sun Wukong's reprimand and warning, and tried his best to shrink into Sun Wukong's body.

"Uhhh......hh Of course, the aura will not have any vocal organs, and the sound at this time is generated by the mutual induction between the aura, and its acoustic effect is extraordinary, similar to the cutscene music of a horror movie, which makes Wu Ge's stomach tremble.

"Woo-woo...... "why don't they let me sit in the chair, I am not as good as anyone else?"

It sounds like someone is desperately rubbing plastic foam against glass.

"Okay young man, it's just a seat, what's there to fight for?" the surrounding gods reassured.

In fact, gods and ghosts do not stand on opposite sides, and sometimes there is even a taste of sympathy for each other.

"What do you know?" the ghost glared and said, "I have been a class cadre and an excellent student since I was a child, and it is shameful enough that I was not admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, and now I can't even be a chairman......"

The gods stared wide-eyed. What does it mean by saying "carry dry cloth?" and the long list that follows?

"Woo woo woo ......" It cried even more sadly, and desperately pulled its own hair, and the virtual hair was dragged down by locks. The immortals immediately concluded that if they wanted to assign a rank to a ghost, this ghost would be said to be an eight-rank at least.

"What the hell is it talking about?" Jigong scratched his head, "Apprentice, do you understand?"

"Uh," Wu Ge whispered as low as he could, so as not to attract the attention of the ghost, "he's talking about the president of the student council, a kind of student officer. ”

"Oh. The immortals suddenly realized, "It turned out that it was because he didn't become an official." ”

"Alas," the immortals persuaded, "what is there to be an official, it is better than being an immortal...... Well, of course, it's not bad to be a ghost. No need to worry about food, clothing, and no ......."

"Woo woo ......"

This time Yan Jiujiu was crying, and he used this way to remind the immortals to pay attention to the fact that the matter on his side was not over, and that it was the right thing on his side.

The cloth bag monk finally noticed Yan Jiujiu.

"Well, isn't this ninety-nine? Why are you lying on the ground?"

Yan Jiujiu hugged his head and howled.

"What's wrong?" the Budai monk looked at the immortals suspiciously, and all the immortals looked dejected. Finally, his gaze fell on Wu Ge.

"Oh, I see. You hit him with the 'Qi Relief Spell'? Why?"

"I, the master told me to catch ghosts, I thought he was. ”

"How could this be wrong?" the cloth bag monk scratched his scalp and looked thoughtfully at the silent immortals around him.

"Well, that is," he said tentatively, "Ninety-Nine doesn't want to do it?"

The immortals nodded.

"It's a problem. He continued to scratch his head and muttered to himself, but only he knew in his heart what he was talking about as trouble. The trouble now is: he happens to have a ghost on hand, and if someone says, "Since Daoyou happened to catch a ghost, then let Daoyou take care of this matter." "That's going to drop big.

"As the saying goes," he said calmly, "'There is a debtor who is wronged,' and since you caused it, you are responsible." Before the words fell, he pushed the ghost to Wu Ge's side with a gentle movement with lightning speed.

"Over to you. ”

The cloth bag monk is gone.

"Wow!"

Wu Ge jumped up like a little girl discovering a caterpillar on her body.

In the blink of an eye, the immortals were half less.

Jigong sighed.

"Fellow Daoists, it stands to reason that he should indeed be responsible for this matter, but this child has not yet become an immortal, and there are no more things in the world. We can't let him abandon his father and mother to stay in the fairy world, right?"

The rest of the immortals are all more prestigious in the fairy world, and they don't have to worry about who will force them to be "Hades," so their attitudes are quite peaceful.

"It's really inconvenient to live in the fairy world for a long time, but there must be a solution to this matter, right?"

"Ahhh......hh

Yan Jiujiu cried at the right time, and clearly said that he didn't want to persuade him to continue.

"Alas," Jigong hesitated. It is indeed difficult to have a suitable solution to this matter, and an immortal who has become a "king of Hades" basically means that he will be abolished for a lifetime.

"Hmph," Sun Wukong looked at Wu Ge, looking like he hated iron but not steel. "He solved the trouble he caused by himself, and he also caused himself to take care of the ghosts for the rest of his life. ”

"Don't blame me. Wu Ge argued, but it was not as straightforward as it was at the beginning, after all, Lu Dongbin had explained to him that ghosts were the aura of losing their physical bodies, and he himself was responsible for such a mistake.

"And who do you think is to blame?" asked a fairy kindly.

"Uh......" Wu Ge looked at his three masters, keenly aware of the pitfalls implied by this question.

“...... Why do you have to look at ghosts?" he changed the subject. "I mean...... Well, you don't have to be seen, you can let the ghosts run themselves