Zhong Kui took Zhong Sheng and walked to the side to sit down.

On the opposite side, a group of Mangshan princes stood dejectedly, not daring to express their anger.

The destruction of Wang's Yin Court also affected the ghost country of Mang Mountain, causing heavy losses.

Each of their families is in the ghost country, and their foundation and property have suffered considerable losses.

However, in front of Zhong Kui, not only should he not express dissatisfaction, he should also smile and be respectful and polite.

The ghost king in front of him now controls Guanzhong and the Central Plains, with millions of soldiers and thousands of generals under his command.

At the time when the dynasty was changing, Zhong Kui was not as easy to talk to as the previous Luoyang Ghost King.

Some princes couldn't help complaining that if they had known this, they might as well have supported the Luoyang Ghost King in a bloody fight, which might have been different.

"Nephew, the second uncle's matter has come to an end, now it's your turn."

Zhong Kui opened his mouth and said, "Hei Maitreya bullies the young and embarrasses my nephew. He is deliberately seeking death."

He pointed out a certain prince.

"Tell me, how to find the roots of Black Maitreya?"

This prince wears a bronze dagger and a white jade jade at his waist, and his clothes are also of antique style. He bows lightly when he hears this.

"Black Maitreya is one of the sacred gods and Buddhas. It is not easy for the ghost king to deal with him."

Zhong Kui flicked the handle next to him and said, "I know it's not easy, but if he wants to mess with my nephew, I can't let him go."

Appearing as a saint in front of people is a major sign of the realm, and it is also the threshold for dividing gods and Buddhas.

How many gods pretended to be evil and secretly stole incense, only to break down the temples and expose them to the sun, only to disappear in a matter of seconds.

Probably because of the prosperity of humane civilization and the gathering momentum, it is actually the most dangerous evil in the world of mortals.

Once a magical power is hit by popularity, its power will be greatly reduced, and the heavy responsibility will come back to bite itself.

Being able to appear holy in front of others is a reliable guarantee that has been verified by quality.

As the King of Ghosts, Zhong Kui cannot appear in broad daylight. He can enter the world of the sun only in the dark when there is no one around.

Although his overall strength is strong, there is still a long way to go before he becomes a saint.

Not only the princes of Mang Mountain, but also the generals under their command are not optimistic about this matter.

"Nothing in the world is easy to achieve."

Zhong Kui waved his hand and said, "You are ancient princes, and there was no Hu Buddhism when you were in power. Black Maitreya is in front of you, who is a latecomer, how can you fear him like a snake and a scorpion?"

"Zhong Kui loves stroking tiger beards, so he will definitely touch the bad luck of Black Maitreya."

The princes looked at each other and deliberated for a moment before their voices died down.

"Ghost King Zhong Kui, if you want to find Black Maitreya, the Pure Land of the West, and the Buddhist Zen realm, you can inquire."

Zhong Kui suddenly realized that this was the case.

He turned around and patted Zhong Sheng on the shoulder, "Good nephew, my second uncle will take care of Black Maitreya's affairs for you."

"Don't worry, go back to the underworld and wait for my good news."

It turns out that after the creation of heaven and earth, Yin and Yang were divided into two realms.

All living things live in the Yang world, and corresponding to it is the underworld.

In the underworld, there is not only the underworld and the ghost kingdom, but also the blessed land and the divine court.

Ordinary families divide the land into courts, which serve as the blessed land of the ancestral hall. The large-scale aristocratic families are even more divided into one party.

The Yin Ting Shen Ting, with the ancestral temple as the entrance, separates the Yin soil to form its own world.

Buddhism, Taoism, witchcraft and Nuo have been passed down to this day, and they have accumulated huge power and occupied many lands.

The legendary fairyland, heaven, Brahma Forest, Pure Land, etc. are all this sect.

Comparing it to the Yangshi, it is the difference between a dilapidated village and a magnificent palace.

Zhong Kui controls the two ghost kingdoms and is also a powerful leader, but he has risen too fast and is still insufficient compared to those powerful established forces. "Second uncle, if you want to deal with Black Maitreya, how can you do without me?"

Zhong Sheng patted his chest and said, "When you find the black bald man, call me along."

Zhong Kui nodded with a smile, "The most important thing for you right now is to marry a wife and have children in the world, and to expand the branches of my old Zhong family."

"No rush, don't rush this first."

Zhong Sheng was so embarrassed that he once again felt the pressure to get married.

Zhong Kui's eyes fell on his collar. The bright and eye-catching red scarf was just the corner of his red robe.

"I'll leave a mark for you to be on guard against Black Maitreya coming to attack you again."

He stretched out a finger, and the tip of his finger poured out two colors of gold and red, and drew the word "kui", which was submerged in the red scarf.

Zhong Sheng felt his chest feel hot. When he looked down, the handwriting on the red scarf as big as a fist gradually disappeared.

"When Black Maitreya comes again, my second uncle will know immediately."

"Good nephew, don't forget to get a wife and have children, my second uncle is waiting..."

Zhong Sheng muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm still young and don't want to get married."

Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw that the ape had sobered up and stared at him curiously with wide eyes.

Looking around again, it was no longer the scene in the underworld. He had returned to his body and returned to the human world.

Gurgling, the wine is still warming on the clay stove, and the coals are almost extinguished.

The beef on the plate has long been cold, and large pieces of white greasy fat have condensed.

Back.

Zhong Sheng stood up and moved his hands and feet. It seemed that he had slept for a long time. It was already dark outside.

"Donkey come here."

The little donkey walks in circles, has a lingering hangover, and cannot drink as much as a monkey.

Zhong Sheng hugged the donkey and stroked its big fluffy ears.

"Second uncle is working hard underground, so I can't slack off, and Black Maitreya can't let him go."

"We don't know anyone in Buddhism, so we can't find out!"

Zhong Sheng suddenly felt excited, he still has some acquaintances, Monk Ming!

I remember that when I was talking to him, he mentioned that he was from the Iron Buddha Temple and had been burned down and rebuilt.

With this goal, it will be much easier to find. If you find the Iron Buddha Temple, you can find the monk Ben and inquire about the traces of the Black Maitreya.

If he is lucky and meets one or two Maitreya messengers on the way, that would be ideal.

Well, Iron Buddha!

Zhong Sheng suddenly realized that if he opposed Black Maitreya in his dream for the third time, he would become an iron Buddha.

There seems to be an inextricable connection between the explicit and secret transmissions.

"Okay, visit Iron Buddha Temple and find Monk Ming."

Zhong Sheng determined the target and plundered all the food and drinking water in the wild store to make dry food that was easy to carry.

Before leaving, the den of thieves was set on fire.

The next step was to ask for directions, determine the direction, and ask while walking, and found that we were still in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

One day...

"It turned out to be a revisit to the old place."

Zhong Sheng stopped in front of a smoky temple, looked at the familiar statue, and suddenly realized.

Loyalty Ancestral Hall, General Feitou!

This place is dedicated to General Feitou, and the scenery is familiar. As expected, the Fei family is nearby.

After going around in a big circle, I didn't expect to be here again.

"Taoist priest, monk..."

Zhong Sheng subconsciously spoke. There was no one around him. There was no Taoist Li on the left and no Monk Min on the right.

Things are different and people are different, nothing more than this!

Zhong Sheng felt lonely in his heart and subconsciously touched the ancient sword, sensing the runes hidden in the sword.

General Feitou had a dream at night and gave him the Shuchichi Talisman of Fei's ancestor, which was regarded as a fate.

If Zhong Sheng had nothing important to do, he would definitely visit Fei Chengjun and inquire about the current situation.

Now, I can only say that the fate is good.

Zhong Sheng asked someone to inquire and found out that there were several Tiefo temples, the closest one was in Henan.
Chapter completed!