Chapter 337: Xin Yi is safe and sound
In the middle of the night, the moon was high in the sky, the dark clouds were scattered, and the cold wind howled in the whole mountain. There was a dilapidated temple on the mountain, with broken doors and windows, and full of ghosts, which was extremely weird.
The plaque at the temple gate was in tatters, with the three characters "Qianzhu Hall" inscribed on it. The blue paint was mottled and covered with cobwebs. One end of it was drooping and swaying in the wind, creaking and shaking as it was about to fall.
The night was so scary that I could vaguely see two figures staggering up the mountain, coming from nowhere. They supported each other and finally arrived at the temple gate after a long time. One was tall and thin, and the other was slightly shorter.
The short man seemed a little scared, and hid behind the tall and thin man tremblingly, occasionally poking his head out, alert to the movements around him; while the tall and thin man looked a little uncoordinated, as if his sleeves were empty, and one arm moved unnaturally in the wind.
The deity enshrined in the temple is the King of Fengdu, with the Ten Kings of Hell below him and various underworld gods and immortals on both sides, with too many seats to count.
The two of them entered the hall side by side. When the little man saw the towering statue of the emperor in the room, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. The rustling sound of clothes made him shudder. He couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Even if you are the Nine Nether Immortal Venerable, there is no need to hide in such a creepy place. It's really troublesome to go back and forth."
Perhaps because the man's complaint was heard, a cold wind suddenly blew into the hall, dust swirled, and the doors and windows creaked continuously.
The little man shrank his neck, no longer daring to speak, and only followed the tall and thin man with his eyes wide open, looking around tremblingly. It was pitch dark in the hall, but his eyes were very bright, especially conspicuous in the darkness.
The wind stopped, and the sudden silence added a bit of weirdness. Flames lit up, illuminating the scene in the hall, but the flames were dark blue, dancing on the lamp holders that were covered with thick dust and no lamp oil, reflecting the various underworld gods, making it even more bizarre.
The little man was startled and looked at the niche behind him. Under the light of the fire, his face was revealed. It was Zhao Wuyang. Zhao Wuyang looked more angular than before, but his height did not seem to have changed much. He still looked like a young man with red lips and white teeth.
Zhao Wuyang pulled the sleeve of the tall man, and the man turned around. It turned out to be Xinyi. At this time, Xinyi's chin was dark, and his appearance was not as handsome as before. His face was a little more vicissitudes, but his eyes were still sharp.
Xinyi touched Zhao Wuyang's head and her eyes softened.
"It's not the first time I've come here, why do you have to be so scared every time?"
Zhao Wuyang curled his lips but did not answer, still keeping a wary eye on his left and right.
It's not that he is timid and afraid, but this temple enshrines the nine underworld gods, and the thought of it makes him shudder. What's more, he gets teased every time he comes here, so how can he not be cautious?
Perhaps as Zhao Wuyang had thought, dust began to fall from the beams, confusing him so much that he quickly rubbed his eyes.
At this moment, a white figure fell from the beam, his eyes rolled back, and he appeared in front of Zhao Wuyang, hanging upside down with his blood-red tongue extended. The tongue was like a red snake, only an inch off the ground, swinging back and forth as if to entangle Zhao Wuyang.
Zhao Wuyang didn't care about what was happening, he stared at the face next to him with red eyes, and didn't react for a long time, until he heard the strange saw-like sound from the figure, and then he hurriedly backed away. He staggered for a while and almost sat on the ground, but Xinyi behind him supported him.
Seeing Zhao Wuyang so frightened, the upside-down white figure laughed loudly and turned over. The surrounding flames also changed their appearance, becoming the same as ordinary lights, and the entire hall was lit up.
"This little doll is really interesting."
Wearing an official hat with the words "A glance brings wealth" written on it, the white figure was actually the soul-catching messenger Bai Wuchang. At this time, Hei Wuchang also appeared from the statue, also wearing a tall hat with the words "Peace in the World" written on it, dressed in all black, and looked at Bai Wuchang with a cold face. Bai Wuchang spread his hands, retracted his long tongue, and said vaguely: "Yes, yes, I know, it's just a joke, why are you looking at me like that."
Upon seeing the black and white messengers, Xinyi hurriedly called them "Seventh Master and Eighth Master" and raised her hand to salute. However, Zhao Wuyang complained with a look of grievance: "Can't the messengers let me go? They always scare me in different ways. I'm almost scared to death."
When I first met Bai Wuchang, he looked serious and elegant, but after seeing him two or three times, he became less serious and would play tricks on me from time to time, just like Elder Fu Cang of the underworld.
When he thought of Lingxiang, Zhao Wuyang's eyes dimmed and he no longer blamed Bai Wuchang. He just bowed and stood behind Xinyi without saying anything else.
Hei Wuchang glanced at Zhao Wuyang and said: "As the Zen Buddhism says: 'Do not attach to appearances, remain unmoved.'" He only said this and nothing else.
Zhao Wuyang pondered for a while, not knowing whether he understood or not. He bowed and lowered his head to the side.
Xinyi knew what Zhao Wuyang was worried about, but no one had mentioned it, especially in front of Long Qi. In order to ease the current sad atmosphere, Xinyi quickly proposed three things from the back.
These three objects were shaped like lanterns, but each was no bigger than a fist. The black wood framed the colored glass, and there was a cloud of mist in the colored glass, emitting different lights, two of which were light and one was dark red.
Hei Wuchang took the three "lanterns" and handed the Danyu lantern to Bai Wuchang. Then he conjured up three identical objects out of thin air and handed them to Xinyi, but the glass inside these three lanterns was empty.
This object is called the Soul-Locking Lamp. It is red for yang souls and blue for yin souls. It is specially used to capture the souls of mortals.
There is a gate between the Yin and Yang worlds. Once you enter this gate, you will reach the Yellow Spring Road, the first stop of the thirteen underworlds. People who practice Taoism call it the Tiger Gate. But on the day Lingxiang left, the Tiger Gate was shattered into pieces, and all of this was done by the Demon Lord Boyan.
Yin and Yang were separated, reincarnation was broken, chaos began, and the world has been plunged into chaos since then.
Since that day, no one has been born into the world, and the dead have no place to return to, so they can only possess the remains of their bodies and become zombies. But once they become zombies, if their hearts are not strong enough, they can easily fall into the devil's way.
Lingxiang had originally asked the Demon Lord to promise not to allow the demons to set foot in the human world, but she had never expected that the Demon Lord would leave such a trick. Fortunately, the Black and White Impermanence were on business trips to the mortal world at that time, and the Humen Gate was destroyed, so the two of them could not return to Fengdu for a while, so they had to live in the Dharma body of Qianzhu Palace.
Zhao Wuyang and Xinyi walked out of Qianzhu Palace and looked at the whitening sky. Zhao Wuyang couldn't help but sigh.
"Times are tough, when will this end?"
Listening to Zhao Wuyang's pretentious sigh, Xinyi smiled and rubbed his head, also looking towards the east where dawn was breaking.
"The sun and the moon come and go, the mountains and rivers remain the same, the withering and flourishing never cease. All this will end one day."
(End of this chapter)
