Luojing's palace city was built like three mountains.

One is the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, the other is the Ancestral Temple for worshiping Longting ghosts and gods, and the one in the middle is the main hall.

You can see these three "big mountains" from every corner of the city.

Looking at it in the daytime is enough to shock you, and you will marvel at the majesty and magnificence of this divine city.

And at night.

The lights in the pavilion and hall were brightly lit, and it seemed that the figures of the palace guards could be seen passing by in a hurry.

The lights are dim in the middle of the night, and the mist in the early morning makes it even more magical.

Just looking at it made people who came to Luojing City feel in awe, especially when they approached the palace city, their voices became much softer.

"Today I know what it means not to dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens."

"How on earth could such a palace be built?"

"I heard that it was drawn by heaven, made by ghosts and gods, and dragons spit out mud. It took three years to finally build it."

"This emperor is truly the son of heaven!"

The imperial street is nearly fifty feet wide and one thousand feet long.

The watchmen and watchmen patrolling the streets passed by from a distance, looking at the imperial city and imagining the scene inside.

At this moment, a carriage passed by.

Taoist Danhe was sitting in the car and heard what was said outside.

"The Son of Heaven."

Taoist Danhe entered the palace this time because he was summoned by the emperor. The Taoist also knew why the emperor summoned him. He probably wanted to ask about some "posthumous matters".

Although the people didn't know about it, there were vague rumors among the upper echelons that the emperor was sick in bed one after another after contracting the cold in winter.

The root causes of the disease that had been exposed to wind, frost, rain and snow for many years came up together, making this seemingly fatal disease become fatal.

Taoist Danhe even heard about it.

The ghosts and gods in the underworld's Incense and Fire Dragon Court are all ready to welcome the emperor to the underworld when the time comes.

Perhaps the Son of Heaven is really the Son of Heaven, but the Son of Heaven does not refer to a certain person, but to the person sitting in that position.

When the time comes, the emperor will die, and the emperor will no longer be the emperor.

When Taoist Danhe saw the emperor, he didn't seem to be as serious as the rumors said. Although his face was pale and weak, at least he was not summoned on the sickbed.

There are pipes in the wall tiles of the palace, which are heated by burning "black stone grease". After entering, not only did I not feel the chill, but I even felt a little hot.

The emperor Wen Ji put on his regular clothes and set up a chess game to wait for Taoist Danhe, just like usual.

However, after it rained for a while, the emperor Wen Ji's condition became very bad, and he had to lean down in his clothes while being attended by a group of palace servants.

The Taoist asked the Emperor: "Your Majesty, why don't Lord Linghua ask one of the ten witches of Lingshan to come to the lower realm? If Your Majesty asks, Lord Linghua will probably agree."

Wen Ji shook his head, because the thought of inviting the Ten Wizards of Lingshan reminded him of Wen Changxing and his son in the past.

I want to prolong my life, I want to live forever.

In the end, I still didn't get what I wanted, but ended up like that.

The more you think about it, the more chilling it becomes.

And Wen Ji was even more afraid that after he invited the ten witches from Lingshan, his greed would be aroused.

You have lived an extra year and a half, do you want more?

Once you don't want to let go, you can never let go again.

Once human greed is aroused, it will be magnified infinitely without end.

Wen Ji thought of the fate of the two people in front of him. He couldn't help but shuddered again, then he stretched out his hand, waved it, and said.

"It's a good thing to die at the end of your life, so don't worry about it."

"The destiny has its own destiny. Since the destiny has already been determined, why bother further?"

The Taoist nodded: "Then why did Your Majesty summon the poor Taoist here?"

Wen Ji said: "We just played chess and chatted with each other. But today we don't talk about the great road, we just talk about life and death."

Taoist Danhe: "Life and death are also great ways. Those who can transcend life and death have already attained the Tao."

Wen Ji burst out laughing: "Of course I can't be the Taoist immortal who can transcend life and death, but I still want to hear the wise words of the Taoist Master, a master from this world."

Taoist Danhe shook his fly whisk and said, "Pindao is just a mediocre ordinary person. Although the world calls Pindao a real person, Pindao knows that I can't reach that realm yet."

Although it was just casual chatting, Wen Ji obviously had intentions. He was talking about life and death, but in fact it was all about the underworld.

Although Wen Ji was the emperor, he had never been to the underworld.

Although he could ask Lord Linghua about some things, as Shinto became more and more prosperous, Wen Ji also felt pressured when faced with Lord Linghua, who was wearing a divine image and a picture scroll and was as indistinguishable as Lord Yun Zhong, so he did not dare to ask some questions.

What.

However, when facing Taoist Danhe, he was able to relax and ask indirect questions about various secrets of the underworld.

Taoist Danhe also heard it.

Wen Ji felt that the end was approaching. Although he had made up his mind and knew where he was going, he still felt hesitant.

Therefore, I summoned him to ask about the situation in the netherworld, and at the same time, I also made myself really calm down and not to think about other things again.

Taoist Danhe immediately responded to Wen Ji's thoughts and recounted the scenes in the netherworld that he knew.

Of course, Danhe always talks about some interesting stories in the underworld and places that cannot be compared with the ordinary world. The places he talks about are also in the wormwood, the divine mansion, and the incense and fire realm.

And these all satisfied the emperor Wen Ji's previous fantasies and high expectations.

The two of them talked around the chessboard and stopped playing chess. The more they talked, the more intense and joyful the atmosphere became, and the emperor's appearance, which originally looked sick, became a little more angry.

"In that wormwood, there were people who moved their families together and gradually turned into an ancient city. Their words, deeds, clothes and shoes all imitated the ancients."

"It's just that the city is different from the city in the human world. From a distance, it seems that every shady house is arranged squarely together, but in fact there is no connection between them at all."

"Perhaps, as long as you leave the door, you can go to the ghost house of any other ghost in the grass."

"But it's also possible to climb over a wall, only to find that there are thousands of taller walls ahead, as if the sky is far away.

There is no way to get there.”

After talking about the Haoli Yin House, we then talked about the Divine Mansion Spiritual Realm.

"The palace of the gods is even more mysterious. The owner of the palace can use a command incantation to transform the golden light into a large number of singers, beauties, and child servants and guards."

"Even a chopstick can be transformed into a peerless beauty, and paper cutting can be transformed into a shadow to create a beauty that will captivate a country.

Even if it is an illusion, it is still an illusion. It looks like a living place, but it is still different from a living person."

"Furthermore, the gods from different places have different insights, different spells, and different images that can be transformed. Of these techniques, the human form transformed by my senior brother Yin Yang Taoist is the most exquisite. Your Majesty can go and have a look in the future."

"At the banquet in the God's Mansion, the most feared people are the Naba snake clan, which is said to be able to swallow elephants——"

"Huaishui Water God Wuzhi Qi..."

Wen Ji also heard about it and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, I've heard about this too."

"However, if I go to the Dragon Court to hold a banquet for ghosts and gods, I will definitely invite Naba Snake to come."

Dan He told the secrets about the underworld one after another, and they also entered the ears of Emperor Wen Ji.

There are some things that Emperor Wen Ji has heard people talk about in the past, but no one can tell Taoist Danhe in such detail, and no one can tell him so clearly and vividly.

It is different from the human world in the Yang world, it is a completely different world.

Fireflies sprouted all over the sky among the rotting grass, and there was no coldness in the long night. Instead, it was as if listening to the music of the gurgling water soothed the soul.

As Wen Ji listened, he even gradually developed a feeling of yearning.

The scene in the sage land makes people feel relaxed at first glance. The land is like a paradise.

Everyone has escaped the sufferings of the world and faces everything with a detached mentality that even the emperor himself does not have.

As Wen Ji listened, he no longer felt hesitant and fearful. He had even thought about what he would do in the Dragon Court if he went there.

The Taoist finished talking about Haoli and also talked about Incense and Fire Dragon Court.

Although Taoists have never been to the Incense Dragon Court, they have heard it talked about by ghosts and gods. In addition, some civil servants and generals with meritorious deeds in the underworld also entered the Incense Dragon Court after their death. Most of these people were similar to Wen Ji. In the past, he was a minister in his palace.

As he said the names one by one, Wen Ji instantly felt more and more as if those people in the Long Court were all familiar people from the past. After Taoist finished speaking, Wen Ji also talked about the past of those people, his eyes filled with memories of the past.

Taoist Danhe talked with the emperor for several hours, until the emperor felt sleepy and then left.

And a few days later.

When Taoist Danhe returned to the palace, the emperor's real deadline had arrived.

There was no sound of crying inside or outside the palace. Everything was solemn and orderly from inside to outside.

There were more guards, and the maids and eunuchs on both sides of the palace corridor and under the corridors looked cautiously at their feet without saying a word.
To be continued...