After completing this last step, Wang San was satisfied.
Just when he was about to say something to himself, he suddenly coughed violently.
When he took off the handkerchief covering his mouth, there was an obvious golden blood stain on it.
Wang San frowned: "How could this be so?!"
At this moment, the entire sky suddenly dimmed, as if darkness had suddenly fallen.
The sun, moon and stars have all disappeared, only the crape myrtle hangs high.
A majestic voice sounded from all directions at the same time.
"Emperor, you should not disturb the order of Yin and Yang."
Seeing "someone" arriving, Wang San slowly put the blood-stained handkerchief into his pocket.
With his pride, he would never let outsiders see his weak side.
Then he said calmly: "Beiyin, what can I do if I do it?!"
There was no answer, only a picture appeared in the void.
Just to suppress this riot, the underworld gods and ghost soldiers died tragically.
Then the majestic voice spoke.
"Emperor, in just a short moment, more than a thousand underworld officers died in the line of duty."
"There are as many as a hundred priests among them...and hundreds of heinous people who took advantage of the chaos to escape..."
Wang San fell into silence after hearing this and remained silent for a long time.
After a moment, he spoke again: "All cause and effect will return to me, go ahead!"
A long sigh came from the Ziwei star, and then disappeared along with the darkness.
The surrounding scenery has returned to its original state.
Wang San stood alone in the wind and snow for a long time, and coughed violently again.
This time there was more golden blood left on the handkerchief...
Wang San relaxed his frown and smiled calmly.
"Xiaojiu should be awake, go back and take a look."
"As long as he can get to the last step, all the efforts will be worth it!"
At the same time, inside Jinguang Temple.
The moment Ziwei arrived, Wuxin, who was chanting sutras and praying for Hua Jiunan, suddenly opened his eyes.
His young face was full of doubts.
"Namo Amitabha." M.
"Emperor Beiyin...Third Uncle...Oh, brother is awake!"
He immediately stood up and saluted the abbot who was accompanying him.
"Buddha bless me, my brother finally returns to nirvana."
"The young monk is worried about it, so he will go back and explore it."
The abbot hurriedly stood up and returned the salute: "Namo Amitabha, the young monk respectfully sends the Patriarch off!"
In the small courtyard of my deaf mother-in-law’s house:
Hua Jiunan sat at the stone table accompanied by Zhao Fei and "Zhang Chao".
The ink artist Ma Mingyang stands proudly like a stone sculpture, standing not far away.
In the past three days, the little ginseng baby has obviously adapted to the people and things here:
He was stretching out his chubby little hands and concentrating on pulling out the gray hair of Chen Fu who had regained his health.
This well-behaved look made Chen Fuqi very angry. He kept giggling and kept saying that if he could have such a well-behaved son, he would have no regrets even if he died now.
Every time after I finished speaking, I never forgot to give Chen Daji a hard look as he was scrambling to write his homework... copying the nine difficult assignments of Hua Hua.
The disgust is beyond words...it’s better to hurry up and have a second child!
In order to prevent Chen Daji from being beaten for a while, Hua Jiunan said with a smile.
"Uncle Chen, it's windy outside."
"If you are feeling well, you should go back to your house and rest."
Chen Fu nodded, he did feel a little cold.
So he reluctantly put down the ginseng baby hanging on his body.
"Well, Xiaojiu, you guys can help me look after the little brat!"
"If he can't finish writing...if he can't finish copying, he won't be able to eat!"
"I don't know who this stupid look looks like. I was so quick at copying homework back then..."
As soon as he stood up and left, Chen Fu turned back, picked up the ginseng baby and kissed her twice.
"The little guy is so rare!"
"Uncle will go to the village to buy meat for you later! Let's have mushroom stew for lunch!"
Hearing the words "Shiitake Mushroom Stew", Shenwa, who was still smiling, immediately rushed behind Hua Jiunan.
Just like Wu Xin, he only stuck out half of his head and looked around, looking around vigilantly...
Looking at Chen Fu who was at a loss, Hua Jiunan smiled helplessly. He put the little ginseng baby on his lap and comforted him softly.
Then he thought of something else and asked.
"Little guy, do you have a name for the past three days that my brother has been asleep?"
Shenwa nodded repeatedly, making babbling sounds for a long time, and then said two words: "cock."
Hua Jiunan laughed loudly: "Brother asked for your name, not the big plan!"
Xiao Shenwa tilted her head and thought carefully for a while, then pointed to herself: "Me, cock!"
Then he pointed at Chen Daji and said seriously: "Big cock!"
Note: The Great Emperor of Fengdu ((fēngdū)) is also known as the Great Emperor of Beiyin in Fengdu, the Great Emperor of Beiyin, the Emperor of Beitai, and the Emperor of Beiyin in Fengdu.
In charge of the underworld, the ruler of hell in China.
His responsibility is to control the six-day ghosts and gods of Luo-Feng under Fengdu. He is the incarnation of Ziwei, the great emperor of Zhongtian North Pole, in the netherworld.
Tao Hongjing, the master of the Shangqing sect, said in the "Zhenling Position and Industry Map" that his term is three thousand years and he will be changed as soon as his term is up.