There were many thoughts in Qi Jingzhi's mind, but his face looked normal. In the eyes of all the ghosts and gods, he just remained silent for a moment.

He looked at Old Chenghuang with a sincere smile: "Just now, this junior was still thinking that if he stood down in the future and saw that the person interrogating the case was actually his own teacher, he would also be looking forward to receiving some care!"

"It's a pity that Master has always been upright in his body and pure in his intentions. If I hadn't encountered something magical a while ago, I would never know the teacher's identity in the underworld until I die, and I don't dare to expect that he would bend the law for personal gain and treat me.

Open up."

Hearing this, Master Meng naturally smiled happily, but Yu Laochenghuang snorted lightly: "You don't have to find help for him. If you don't cultivate your mind, you won't be good. No matter how you try to hide it, it's useless. It's all in vain."

The exquisite heart that even the devil covets.”

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Take the second one."

Bai Dutou immediately ordered to go down loudly, and Master Meng introduced to the ghosts and gods in the temple: "This second one is a bit special. He was originally a monk from Fuya Temple, but he turned into a tiger and ate a lot of people. He was first killed by Wuyun Si

Dong Mao was seriously injured, and today he was killed by me, a student, in Xiaosong Mountain, leaving only a little remnant of his spirit."

"Fuya Temple?"

Immediately there were ghosts and gods in the hall who were surprised and said: "Fuya Temple, which is known as the No. 1 Zen Forest in Daqi?"

Qi Jingzhi followed the sound and saw that the person speaking was the head of the picket department who was sitting under Master Meng. He was tall and burly, with flaring nostrils on his square indigo face and two big eyes protruding from his eye sockets. He looked extremely...

Ugly and hideous.

"The ghosts and gods of the underworld are all sealed after death. This chief looks like this. Is it because he has changed his supernatural powers or is he wearing the so-called ghost face?" Qi Jingzhi thought secretly.

Master Meng glanced at his colleague, nodded and affirmed: "It is the Fuya Temple in the Shiweng Valley on the Dongxiuling Mountains on the outskirts of the capital city, which is the leader of Qi Zen sect."

The look of surprise on the face of the head of the inspection department became even stronger: "Fuya Temple is a spiritual practice portal with true teachings. The disciples in the temple have died, and their spirituality has its own place. Why did it come to us?"

While he was talking, another man holding a chain walked into the palace door.

The clear light on the plaque "The Mirror Hangs High" shone for a long time before a tall figure was finally outlined on the other end of the chain.

There was a slight commotion in the palace immediately, because the figure was not human, but a ferocious tiger.

This tiger is not as solid as in life like Shen Ruhai, but is illusory and broken, almost transparent, and it is obvious that its spirituality has been extremely weak, like a candle in the wind.

What is particularly horrifying is that the tiger's shriveled belly is densely packed with blood-red human figures.

The blood shadows were twisted and intertwined together, making it difficult to distinguish each other. A dozen lifelike human faces were floating and rolling among them, flickering and appearing.

These faces may be crying or laughing, with different expressions, which are far more vivid and vivid than the few blurry shadows on Shen Ruhai's body.

It's just that unlike Shen Ruhai's treatment, the blood shadows in the tiger's belly are very calm and show no signs of backlash.

"this……"

The head of the picket department's eyes widened even more, almost bursting out of his eyes: "Didn't you say that the person who died was a monk from Fuya Temple?"

Master Meng nodded and replied: "It was indeed a monk originally, but before it died, it had completely turned into a tiger spirit from the inside out. It was not even a human being. The pure land of the Buddhist kingdom to which the Fuya Temple lineage belongs

, naturally I can’t go back.”

The head of the picket department was suddenly surprised: "So he is a demon spirit without an owner? This is in line with the rules."

On the other side, the red-faced and bearded head of the dispatch department stared at the tiger spirit again and again, and finally couldn't help but said: "What kind of evil magic is this? Although Zen disciples like to play tricks of taming tigers to attract believers.

, but I have never heard of any monk giving up a good human body and becoming a beast instead."

Qi Jingzhi heard clearly from the sidelines that in this quick report, although the two chief inspectors were both ghosts and gods under the County God, their attitudes towards Zen Buddhism were obviously different in their words.

The next moment, the tiger spirit took the initiative to speak: "My dear fellows, the young monk can still sense the guiding force of the spiritual stele in the temple. It can be seen that he has not been expelled from the master's door. The young monk does not go back, but it is not impossible, but

It’s because I don’t want to. It’s just because the young monk still has unresolved obsessions in his heart that he shamelessly comes to harass me and deceive me. I hope you will forgive me!”

After saying that, it took the initiative to bend down and touch its forehead to the ground to show respect.

Seeing this, the ghosts and gods in the palace all looked at Master Meng with different expressions and playful eyes.

Master Meng's face had become extremely ugly. Previously, he had preconceived the idea that this tiger spirit had committed such a heinous crime and had completely turned into a demon spirit. He would definitely not be tolerated by the master. Moreover, he was determined to save the people of the county who died in the tiger's mouth.

To avenge one's grievances and take down the remaining spirits floating in the underworld without thinking.

He never expected that this guy had committed such evil deeds that his spirit had turned into a monster, and he would still be regarded as a disciple by the Fuya Temple's spiritual stele. Without noticing, he had rushed up to pick up a hot potato for his master.

If it comes back and spreads in the future, the entire Songling County Underworld will become a laughing stock!

Thinking of this, the anger in Master Meng's chest couldn't help but surge up. He was about to explode on the spot, but suddenly he remembered the beating words of the old man just now, and his whole body felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

He was stunned for a long time, his eyes finally returned to clarity, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "It turns out that the boss has known about it for a long time! This exquisite heart in my chest has really grown in vain!"

"It's not too late to wake up now! Do you really think it's easy to be a master of yin and yang and understand humans and ghosts?"

Yu Laochenghuang nodded and ignored him. He turned to look at the tiger spirit who was still lying on the ground. His tone was a bit solemn: "You, a junior, are of such a low level. With one foot,

You dare to fool the Yinsi like this even if you stay outside the cultivation gate, do you really think that I won't deal with you?"

"You have caused so much murder in this county, and your true spirit is in the shape of a demon tiger. Even if the master's sect sends you a spiritual stele to protect you, and the underworld prison is difficult to detain you, I can still hand you over to the Demon Suppressing Academy, and fill it in

That legendary bottomless dry well, even all the eminent monks who came to Fuya Temple have nothing to say!"

"Young monk, I would never dare to be so arrogant! I know that I have committed too many sins, and I have no shame to see my teacher again, and I dare not seek escape from my sins."

The tiger spirit slowly raised its head and said slowly: "The only remaining obsession in the young monk's heart is to enter the devil-slaying well to atone for his sins, so that he can end his remaining life in the shape of a tiger. However, the young monk's spirit cannot escape from the underworld.

If you have the audacity to come to the door and disturb the underworld, I hope the gods will make it happen!"

As soon as he said these words, the hall fell silent again. Everyone from the City God to the Yin Chai had expressions of surprise on their faces.

Yu Laochenghuang's eyes were slightly closed, and he was silent for a long time before speaking again: "Since you were born in Fuya Temple and can still name the well, you should know what kind of place is inside, right?"

The tiger spirit nodded immediately: "Monks don't lie. I'm afraid the monk knows more than the people in this hall. But as long as you can keep the tiger shape, it will be the same no matter where you are!"

Yu Laochenghuang was despised by the other party, and his face was not sullen, but rather incredulous: "There has always been no way in or out of the Devil's Well, and even the underworld cannot be connected. Once in, whether it is the Pure Land of Buddhism or reincarnation in the next life,
Chapter completed!