Based on the dragon's body, build the ghost city of the underworld.

After Bai Yu heard the words Longjiao Peak, he understood almost instantly. This Fengdu ghost city was clearly built with the body of the dragon god. No wonder the city wall was winding and non-linear, winding and undulating, like a snake coiling its body to protect its head in the middle.

The hill in the center of the city is the dragon's head, and the palace is also built according to the position of the dragon's eyes and other facial features.

Shuangyin Mountain is exactly the two horns of the dragon.

Fengdu Ghost City covers an area of ​​​​positive light, with huge hills. Longjiao Peak towers into the gray mist that seems to support the sky of the underworld. The black city wall is thousands of miles thick. Bai Yu cannot imagine how strong this dragon is.

Standing on the street and looking back and forth, Moubai felt that he was still young.

"The ruins are tens of thousands of years old. What did the mythical beasts eat to grow so big in ancient times?"

He should be dead, otherwise other creatures would not be allowed to build buildings on his body, and countless ghosts would inhabit him. Who killed the dragon and used its corpse to build the Fengdu Ghost City?

After the death of Shenlong, his body and soul slowly returned to the origin of heaven and earth.

There are powerful people who use magic to consolidate the corpses and build the strongest central ghost city in the underworld, making it difficult for foreign enemies to break into the underworld.

A certain white slender jade finger touched the slightly raised bridge of her nose, wondering if there was any benefit in analyzing it.

"There must be treasures hidden in the fallen dragon. Others cannot find the treasures and can only take away some worthless things. The treasures must be hidden somewhere in the dragon's head, hidden by secret methods."

Look left and right.

Go to the base of the wall, sit down and rest against it, pressing your little hands on the stone tiles on the ground.

Wherever there is land, there are earth veins. Where there are earth veins, dragon energy must be nurtured to form dragon veins. This is true regardless of plains or mountains. Bai Yu wants to try to find the location of the ghost city's earth veins.

The dragon energy goes deep into the ground and continues to search.

Close your eyes and calm down...

Naihe Bridge.

The rickety Po Meng smiled, scooped up a ladle of water and drank it, but she couldn't taste anything.

He turned to look at the ghost town and seemed to be waiting. He muttered something that he couldn't remember in thousands of years. It was the first time a living dragon had come to the underworld.

The black and gray palace in the ghost town on the hill is dimly lit with candles. The king in a majestic official robe is reading incomplete ancient books, but his eyes are looking at the streets below the mountain. In his pupils is a girl in fairy armor leaning on the wall.

Eighteen levels of hell, filled with black and red, are so eerie and terrifying that they cannot be described in words.

A golden cassocked monk raised his head and stared quietly...

Bai Yu's cultivation was shallow and he couldn't sense much, but he vaguely knew that someone was peeping from a distance. The dragon's energy that penetrated deep into the ground did find the dragon's bones, but he couldn't distinguish other specific details.

I wanted to investigate in detail, so I pondered for a moment.

Take back the dragon energy and give up the search.

He stood up and clapped his hands to dust off the paper, picked up the little doll that had become a ghost together with his grandfather's father, and threw it next to him. What a pitiful family. After several generations of single inheritance, it was eventually wiped out.

"Immortal General... Immortal General will take me to see the heaven~"

"How wonderful it would be for you, little brat, to stay in the underworld. For you, the Yin energy is like honey and the Yang energy is like poison. In heaven, the sun and the moon shine brightly and the Yang energy is strong. If you want to be burned to ashes, go and see."

The little old ghost broke free and caught up again.

"Then where are you going now?"

"Go back to heaven to bask in the sun. If you want to go, you can follow me. Be careful if you fall into the Wangchuan River and cannot climb up. If you keep living as a ghost in this underworld, you might become a ghost fairy in the future, and then you can go to heaven after receiving the priesthood."

Bai Yu gave up on affecting the earth's veins and planned to go back to heaven to rest. No matter who wants to cause trouble for him, I won't!

The little old ghost doll sighed.

"Forget it. If you really do something sinister, you will be really tired. You might as well drink a bowl of Mengpo soup and jump into reincarnation to start over again. It's not fun."

A certain white-haired man waved his hand without turning back.

"Goodbye little brother~"

Passing through the gloomy and dark ghost market at a relatively fast speed, he quickly returned to the magic circle where the Heavenly Soldiers rested, and summoned all his subordinates by name to return to the Ghost Gate and go to the Heaven. Unknown to them, Po Meng was smiling and pouring soup to the ghosts.

…

Fuliang Kingdom.

In the palace, the fourth son of the emperor, Zhong Qi, stared blankly at the eunuch who read out the imperial edict.

Becoming a prince? Everything feels so unreal. It’s like a dream. It’s unbelievable.

"His Royal Highness, you still haven't accepted the order to express your gratitude?"

The eunuch kindly reminded me.

Zhong Qi took a moment to react and quickly stepped forward to receive the imperial edict. There was no need to kneel or kowtow in terms of etiquette. He only needed to say thanks and receive the imperial edict. He felt dizzy and only knew the imperial edict when his palms touched it.

It’s not a dream, what the white-armored goddess said is true!

"When we first saw His Highness, we knew that this would happen. It was indeed true. Only Your Highness is the real candidate for the crown prince~"

"Thank you, Zhongguan Gong, for your hard work. It's disrespectful to be so petty."

"Your Highness, please don't do this. It's too late for me to be happy. You must not do it~"

The old eunuch did not dare to collect money, so Zhong Qi had no choice but to give up. He said that he would have time to drink tea and make wine before sending the old eunuch out of the house. The wives and concubines at home cried with joy and the old servant sobbed.

The prince also sat on the ground after closing the door, fearing that he was dreaming.

Everything was so unreal. Before, I was helpless at home waiting for the nightmare to come. Several brothers died, noble ministers and family members did not dare to say a word. The whole court became the hall of the divine master, and the common people only knew the divine master but did not know.

The imperial court even cursed the old father to grow old.

It's very strange to say.

Previously, my father wanted to make several brothers princes to inherit the throne.

The strange thing is that someone is attracted to someone who is unlucky, someone who was hit by a carriage while shopping and is lying at home recovering from his injuries, someone who is hungover from a brothel, someone who made a mistake during a court meeting and was dismissed from office, someone who has an inexplicable accident that causes his position as the crown prince to hang for a long time, and his reputation is getting better and better.

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In the end, the choice of prince fell on him.

It wouldn't work if he didn't choose. The other brothers were unlucky enough to miss the throne.

Suddenly, I remembered what the white-armored divine general had said.

"Do any of you still remember where the lodging master lives? Hurry up and prepare gifts. I will go to see you in person. By the way, bring all the money at home!"

To people in ancient times, seemingly short distances took many days to waste.

The crown prince of Fuliang Kingdom went to the countryside with gold and silver. He spent more than a month wandering around and found the legendary Zhuquan Temple on Feilaifeng. He led his people to carry the silver up the mountain and happened to meet the eminent monk and two disciples who had just returned to the mountain for alms.

Lao Huixian and the other three returned with more than a dozen taels of silver that they had finally obtained through alms. They were very happy. After all, they were one step closer to rebuilding Zhuquan Temple.

The three of them do not wish to become gods, immortals or Buddhas.

I just want to repair Zhuquan Temple so that it can be sheltered from wind and rain, where I can cook and practice spiritual practice.

Silver was circulated all year round and was stained with black matter. Old Huixian was too lazy to wash it or was reluctant to wash it clean, fearing that it would lose its weight, so he carried it in his arms and returned to the mountain happily.

Xiao Shitou, who was walking in front, saw many people at the gate of the temple and immediately became anxious.

"Stop! Let go of the broken door!"

Zhong Qi, who was bending down to hold up the rotten wooden door, was suddenly startled. The strength in his hands was unbalanced, and he grabbed the wooden door into rotten wood and slid down between his fingers...
Chapter completed!