In Zhou Lianqing's expectant eyes, Xu Ping boarded a merchant ship bound for the southern Guangdong provincial capital.
Wang Hongguang next to him was also looking at his aunt longingly... Secretary Ruoyun next to him.
The heart of this beautiful secretary has been completely conquered by Wang Hongguang.
Only Huo Zhinan looked at the vast sea. As a lonely man, he could not feel the pain of separation.
The journey was calm and calm until dusk, when the merchant ship docked at Tianzi Pier.
"Brother Xu, I have to go see Master first. Let's meet up another day." Wang Hongguang stopped a car and said to Xu Ping.
Xu Ping nodded: "Please tell Mr. Feng that I will visit him another day."
Wang Hongguang agreed, got in the car and left.
Xu Ping looked at Huo Zhinan next to him and asked, "Does Brother Huo have a place to stay?"
He got an order from Mr. Huo to go north, which would be in a few days, but there was no need to rush.
Huo Zhinan smiled lightly: "If Brother Xu wants to fulfill his duty as a landlord, then I am willing to bother him for a few days."
After hearing what he said, Xu Ping naturally agreed and took him to the City God's Temple.
When he was leaving, he borrowed the statue of General Qin, but it was not used in the end. Of course, he had to return the statue as soon as possible.
After arriving at the Chenghuang Temple, Xu Ping said hello to the temple minister at the door.
When Lao Miao Zhu saw him coming, he showed a kind smile and motioned for him to go to the wing in the backyard.
Although it is dusk now, perhaps because the world is not very peaceful, or perhaps because everyone has nowhere to express their desires, there are still many people in the temple burning incense and worshiping gods.
When they arrived at the backyard room and just sat down, Huo Zhinan asked: "Mr. Xu, should we find a place to stay first?"
Xu Ping smiled slightly: "This is it."
"Here?" Huo Zhinan's face was full of astonishment. Most temples would allow outsiders to place orders, but that was only the case in deep mountains and old forests.
"Isn't it inappropriate?"
Huo Zhinan asked tentatively.
Xu Ping said casually: "It's okay!"
At this time, a young man came to the door, brought two cups of fragrant tea, and placed them in front of the two of them.
"Two guests, please have tea."
"Thanks!"
Huo Zhinan expressed his thanks, glanced at the teacup casually, and was stunned.
The tea is clear and fragrant, making you feel relaxed and happy when you smell it.
Xu Ping glanced at the young man and asked with a smile: "Nothing happened in the temple recently, right?"
The young man seemed to have never met a stranger. He smiled shyly and said very shyly: "No!"
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
After he left, Huo Zhinan said in shock: "Mr. Xu, there is such good tea in the Chenghuang Temple..."
“I wonder where it comes from?”
Both Huo Zhinan himself and Mr. Huo are also tea lovers. Suddenly seeing such good tea, it is inevitable that they will feel itchy.
Xu Ping smiled: "Brother Huo, this tea is not something you can get only if you have money."
Huo Zhinan was confused: "Why?"
Are there really things in this world that money can't buy?
He doesn't believe it!
Xu Ping stamped his feet with a mysterious look on his face: "This tea can only be found underground, not in the world."
"The underworld?"
Huo Zhinan was surprised.
Xu Ping nodded: "That's why I said, this tea can't be bought only by money."
Huo Zhinan pondered for a moment, looked up at Xu Ping, and asked, "The people here seem to be familiar with you?"
If you are not a very familiar person, you will definitely not bring out such tea.
That's not true, even the City God is my buddy... Xu Ping picked up the fragrant tea sent by the divine servant in the temple, took a sip, and said with a smile: "You will know later."
After chatting for a while, the sky gradually turned dark, and a burst of loud laughter suddenly sounded outside the door, "Brother Xu, you are back safely."
Just as the voice came from outside the door, the figure of City God General Qin appeared in the hall.
Xu Ping stood up and approached him with a smile on his face: "Brother Qin is worried. Although there were some mistakes along the way, I still killed the evil dragon. And I have no use for your shrine. Give it to Brother Qin."
You keep it."
General Qin waved his hand and said directly: "There's no rush, I just have something to tell you."
As he said that, he looked behind Xu Ping and found Huo Zhinan looking at him in astonishment, so he changed his words: "Brother Xu, who is this friend?"
Xu Ping patted his head and said sideways: "Let me introduce to you, this is Huo Zhinan of the Huo family..."
Hearing this, General Qin nodded and said hello. He was the god of the underworld. He didn't know much about the world's aristocratic families, and there was no need to know about them.
"Brother Qin is the city god of this place."
"City God?"
Huo Zhinan's face was filled with shock.
Looking at General Qin in front of him, who was dressed in armor and clearly did not match the dress of this era, a look of awe appeared on his face.
I was still thinking that maybe Xu Ping and the temple priest here were old acquaintances, but I never expected that he would actually have a relationship with the City God.
"Ah this!"
"General Qin, you..."
Huo Zhinan was a little excited. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.
General Qin waved his hand casually and said: "Since you are Brother Xu's friend, let's stay here today!"
With that said, he called someone and took Huo Zhinan to the side room.
Huo Zhinan also heard from the conversation between the two just now that they had something to discuss and it must be inconvenient for him to be there.
General Qin stood far away. After seeing Huo Zhinan leave, he looked at Xu Ping with a serious look on his face: "Brother Xu, something happened."
"What's so serious?" Xu Ping raised his eyebrows.
"Something happened in the underworld. There are frequent wars in the underworld, and the wasteland is covered with bones. As a result, there are too many ghosts in the underworld. Everyone is waiting to be reincarnated. Now the ghosts are overcrowded and causing havoc in Fengdu, the underworld. The true king is leading the ten palaces of the underworld.
You, try your best to resist!"
Xu Ping frowned and asked, "Since there is a True Lord, Lord Yan of the Tenth Palace, there shouldn't be any trouble, right?"
Moreover, why are you telling me this? No matter how long my hands are, they can’t control the underworld!
Xu Ping did not say this, and fell into deep thought, trying to judge the meaning of what General Qin said to him.
General Qin shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Not only that, there are also people with ulterior motives who want to overthrow the rule of the underworld and take the six realms of reincarnation into their own hands."
"Although Master Zhenjun led a group of ghosts from the Lord of Hell to resist with all their strength, there were too many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated in Fengdu. Master Zhenjun said that if the underworld is lost this time, there will definitely be many powerful ghosts escaping from the underworld.
So that the yin and yang are confused."
Xu Ping fell silent.
He thought of another thing. This had happened before in the underworld. Tens of thousands of ghosts escaped from the underworld. That time, it was only through the cultivators in the underworld that they were able to recover them all.
I didn't expect that this situation would happen again in a short period of time. Is there some kind of connection between the two?
Some high-level officials in the underworld have evil intentions and ulterior motives!
He didn't ask this question, he just guessed. If he said it, it would inevitably be suspected of provocation.
"What can I do?" Xu Ping asked.
General Qin showed a trace of joy on his face, "Sir Zhenjun, I really saw you right..."
"No, don't wear a high hat!" Xu Ping stopped him quickly and said, "I'm no longer a fool, but if it's within my ability, I will definitely help if I can."
General Qin smiled and said: "What you said is exactly the same as Lord Zhenjun."
As he spoke, his face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What Mr. Zhenjun means is that if the underworld cannot hold on and you are willing to help, Mr. Zhenjun can let you make a mark in the book of life and death."
"But it's just a sum!"
One stroke!
Xu Ping's breathing stopped for a moment.
What does it mean to make a stroke? Does it mean that you can erase your name from the book of life and death?
Directly gain the ability to live forever!
But after thinking about it carefully, Xu Ping squinted his eyes again, stared at General Qin in front of him, and said: "Brother Qin, I regard you as the eldest brother, so you can't cheat me. Does Mr. Zhenjun have that power?"
Although he has never seen it, Xu Ping still understands the general situation.
The Book of Life and Death is controlled by Judge Cui of the underworld, which is used to distinguish the good and evil of creatures in the three realms, determine rewards and punishments, and identify merits and demerits.
And this Judge Cui, Cui Yu.
That person is not easy to talk to. He is in charge of the Yin Law Department and is an upright person. How can Lord Zhenjun be able to convince him?
General Qin also looked puzzled: "I don't know why Lord Zhenjun made this promise. Logically speaking, Judge Cui will definitely not agree to it."
He didn't hide it, he directly stated his judgment, which coincided with Xu Ping's.
Xu Ping was a little dumbfounded.
You, the City God, are too honest. Even if you lie to me, I might agree right away.
etc!
Xu Ping's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered something.
Lord Zhenjun will never write a bad check randomly, but he still said this, doesn't it mean that he has absolute confidence that he can convince Judge Cui.
In other words, the book of life and death is in his hand now.
Combined with the current riots in the underworld and the need to seek help from him, will Judge Cui...
Gone!
Xu Ping was frightened by his own thoughts and asked hurriedly: "Brother Qin, apart from this, did Lord Zhenjun say anything else?"
General Qin shook his head: "No!"
Xu Ping asked again: "Then I want to ask, will your Yinshen die?"
"Why are you asking this?" General Qin's face was full of shock, but seeing Xu Ping's urgent tone, he said: "The Yin God will not die, it will only turn into ashes!"
Xu Ping was frightened by these words. I won't really become a prophet!
Forget it, take a shower and go to sleep!
…
At noon.
Xu Ping, who was too lazy to take a nap, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, cleaned up briefly, and ran into Huo Zhinan standing in the courtyard when he went out.
"Brother Huo, you are in such a good mood, are you basking in the sun?"
Huo Zhinan shook his head: "No, I'm waiting for you."
Waiting for me? Could it be that he was interested in the night talk that Brother Qin had with me last night... Xu Ping asked, "Brother Huo, what advice do you have?"
Huo Zhinan shook his head and looked at Xu Ping in a daze, "I was just thinking, Mr. Xu, what kind of person are you?"
Originally, he had changed the title of Xu Ping from Xu Ping to Brother Xu, but after yesterday's incident, he started to address Xu Ping respectfully again and did not dare to neglect.
Alas! It’s so cold at high places!
Xu Ping was slightly speechless: "Brother Huo, you are exaggerating. It's just a coincidence that I met Brother Qin. It's nothing."
If I let you know that Lord Dangmo also has a relationship with me... No, I can't let him know, otherwise I won't have any friends in the future.
Huo Zhinan pondered for a moment and said, "I wonder if you have anything to do today?"
Xu Ping planned to go to Baitong Trading Company to contact his people and ask if Uncle Jiu was back, but seeing that he was worried, he said, "It's nothing important."
Huo Zhinan nodded and asked again: "I want to go somewhere. I wonder if Mr. Xu would like to accompany me?"
"Where to go?"
“Hokkeji Temple!”
Huo Zhinan said: "Zen Master Kongming of Fahua Temple is a close friend of the old man. This time I am going to visit Zen Master Kongming on behalf of the old man."
"The reason why I want Mr. Xu to come with me is actually my old man's wish. Of course, I won't force Mr. Xu."
I don’t know that old monk... Xu Ping asked: "Why?"
Huo Zhinan glanced at him and said, "Because the old man said that if Mr. Xu is willing to come together, Zen Master Kongming may be afraid of our Huo family."
?
Do you mean this is a close friend or an enemy?
Use my tiger skin as a banner?!
Seeing that Xu Ping was confused, Huo Zhinan hurriedly explained: "Originally, the old man asked me to explain the grievances between the two parties. It's up to you whether Mr. Xu wants to go or not."
"When the old man was still young, he and the Zen Master Kongming fell in love with the same girl, so they became enemies. In the end, the girl chose our old man, and the Zen Master Kongming also escaped into Buddhism. However, for many years, the two sides have not been together.
There was always an exchange of letters.”
"Now, the old man wants to resolve this grudge and invites Mr. Xu to accompany him. Firstly, he is a witness, and secondly, he is afraid that I will suffer a loss."
He's already half-buried, so there shouldn't be any trouble... Xu Ping thought to himself, and said with a smile: "So that's what happened, then I don't have any reason to refuse, so I'll just go with you."
Huo Zhinan looked happy when Xu Ping agreed, and began to make arrangements.
Xu Ping also discovered that Huo Zhinan had already been prepared.
We invited a dozen guys to go with us, picked out a lot of good things, and sent them all the way to the Fahua Temple in Qingling Mountain outside the provincial capital.
Xu Ping and Huo Zhinan had just arrived at the entrance of Fahua Temple. The gate building was majestic and gorgeous, with layers of palaces, very grand.
At this moment, the young novice at the door watched the two people approaching, followed by a group of followers, carrying more than a dozen boxes of things, and hurriedly stepped forward.
"Amitabha, two benefactors, Fahua Temple is not open to the public today. I'm very sorry!"
Xu Ping and Huo Zhinan both frowned and looked at the two young novice monks in front of them. The latter said: "We are not pilgrims who come to worship, but we are looking for Zen Master Kongming and we hope to pass on the message."
The two young monks were stunned for a moment. They looked at them carefully and couldn't tell the difference, but they still refused: "Uncle Kong Mingshi has already given instructions not to see guests. Please forgive me, the two donors."