Xu Ping asked in surprise: "What's the trouble with Xirang?"
Zhong Kui said loudly: "Those who rest on the soil say that the soil will grow and breathe indefinitely, but the soil that trapped the evil god has lost its height and weight after so many years."
It sounds like it goes well with my bottomless pit... Xu Ping waved his hand: "Don't worry, Zhenjun, I have my own way."
"oh!"
Zhong Kui looked surprised, "That's really great. Let's do this. You stay in the underworld for a few days, and I will tell you to send you to the eighteenth level of hell."
Others were sent to the eighteenth level of hell, but he took the initiative to go there... Xu Ping chuckled, nodded, looked around and asked: "By the way, I wonder where King Yama is at this time.
Since I have come to his territory, I have to pay him a visit."
Hearing Xu Ping's words, Zhong Kui's face froze and he sighed: "To be honest, King Yama disappeared ten years ago."
"Whereabouts unknown?!"
Xu Ping was shocked, could such a thing happen again?
Zhong Kui continued: "At that time, we searched the entire underworld, but still could not find the King of Hell, so we suspected that he had gone to the human world."
Xu Ping suddenly thought that the white-haired old man he met half a step away could be King Yama.
Seeing that he was deep in thought, Zhong Kui asked in shock: "Xiao Xu, what's wrong with you?"
Xu Ping came back to his senses and said calmly: "It's okay."
After walking out of the palace, Song Qingling couldn't wait to say: "Brother Xu, do you think that figure just now looks familiar at all?"
Xu Ping shook his head and whispered: "Let's go back first."
Following Yin Chai back to the residence arranged by Zhong Kui, Xu Ping had just sat down by the bed when there was a knock on the door.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
"Brother Xu, it's me."
Xu Ping stepped forward, opened the door, and invited Song Qingling in.
In this unfamiliar environment, Song Qingling still seemed a little embarrassed, "Brother Xu, when the time comes, I will go to the eighteenth level of hell with you."
"you?"
Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Even if you don't tell me, I will let you go with me."
As soon as he heard what he said, Song Qinglin beamed with joy. After looking around, he happily ran to the bed and said, "Then I will make the bed for Brother Xu."
He has already died once, so there is nothing to worry about.
Although Song Qingling was still a little shy like a girl at this time, she still sat generously on the edge of the bed, looking at Xu Ping quietly with her charming eyes.
Xu Ping suddenly felt a big headache. He had no intention of becoming an undead knight now.
"Ahem..."
He coughed twice and said seriously: "Don't you think that figure looks familiar? Have you remembered where you saw it?"
Song Qingling's eyes were full of resentment, but she quickly calmed down and recalled carefully: "I can't explain it, but I just feel it's inexplicably familiar."
Xu Ping laughed softly, turned his palm over, and there was a ball of air hovering in his plain white palm.
"Since you can't think of it, there's no need to think about it."
As he spoke, he gently shook the air ball in his hand, and the air ball immediately dispersed and turned into curls of light smoke, quickly spreading throughout the room.
The light smoke gathers and disperses, slowly forming a map in the mid-air of the room, and above the map, a small black dot lights up and is moving rapidly.
Song Qingling looked surprised: "Brother Xu, what is this?"
Xu Ping calmly looked at the map in mid-air. Dahei's attack just now was not completely fruitless. Although it failed to drag the opponent with its body, it still took a bite from the opponent's body.
It's this black air mass.
It contained the aura of the assassin, and Xu Ping used this aura to trace the assassin's traces.
"This little black dot is the assassin." Xu Ping pointed at the fast-moving little black dot. Song Qingling was stunned. Could he still be looking for someone like this?
"You're stupid!"
Xu Ping patted her little head and grabbed the map at the same time. The map suddenly shrank and was grasped in the palm of his hand. "Let's go and find the assassin and find out who he is?"
Perhaps Zhongkui Zhenjun had sent word this time that Xu Ping and Song Qingling went down the mountain smoothly, following the winding black stone road towards the majestic city at the foot of the mountain.
The structure of the city is square and square, extending in all directions, with houses standing in rows. Ghosts are coming and going on the streets, either greeting each other, shouting for sales, or yelling at each other in the street.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xu Ping even had the illusion that he was in a human city.
The development of the underworld is still slightly behind that of the human world. The ghosts here still wear simple ancient clothes and have long hair.
Very similar to the human world.
There are even lonely ghosts begging on the street.
Looking at the wild ghosts begging along the street, Song Qingling couldn't help but think of her previous life in the underworld, and felt depressed.
"Brother Xu, do you have any money?"
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, patted the robe on his body, and said: "I am a human being, a living person, and I am not dead yet. Who will burn paper money for me?"
After saying that, seeing that she was in a bad mood, he asked again: "What's wrong?"
Song Qingling snorted and shook her head, "I just thought of the life I lived before."
When Xu Ping saw her like this, he knew that she was remembering things from the past, and that was how the ghosts who had not drank Meng Po soup were like this: "Hmm... have you ever thought about looking for your parents in the underworld?"
Song Qingling's parents must be in the underworld right now, and maybe the family can reunite in the underworld.
Xu Ping thinks this is also a kind body shape.
Unexpectedly, she shook her head: "I looked for it before, but couldn't find it. Then I thought, maybe they don't recognize us now."
If a person who has done good deeds comes to the underworld and has the opportunity to be reincarnated first, maybe her parents have drank Meng Po soup and have forgotten their past even though they are still in the underworld.
The reason why Song Qingling didn't drink Meng Po Soup was because she came with him and took a special passage.
Xu Ping did not dwell on this issue anymore, but followed the map on his palm and chased towards the small black dot.
About half an hour later, Xu Ping and Song Qingling came to a snack street.
The aroma lingers in the snack street, including noodles made from incense ash and thick porridge made from candles. Xu Ping even discovered the fried brats that Zhong Kui had eaten here.
With its golden appearance, it looks like an imp, but I don’t know what it is made of.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Xu Ping always felt that many stall owners were looking at him and Song Qingling with strange eyes, as if they were looking at aliens.
He turned to look at Song Qingling beside him and said in shock: "Why are they looking at us like this?"
Song Qingling shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "I think they are not looking at us, but only looking at you."
"Why?"
Song Qingling looked at Xu Ping for a long time, with bright eyes, and immediately noticed something strange, "It's the aroma. The aroma lingering in the entire snack street is avoiding you."
After her reminder, Xu Ping also noticed this.
Other ghosts on the street seemed very happy when they inhaled the fragrance here, even Song Qingling was no exception.
But these fragrances were in front of him, taking a detour and never getting close at all.
Xu Ping's face changed slightly.
Because I am not a ghost, I actually have a natural repulsion towards these pungent aromas. It is precisely because of this that these aromas will not come close to me.
I never thought that I would be seen through other ghosts in this way.
However, the stall owners who operate here are just ordinary ghosts. Although Xu Ping feels that he is very different, he can't explain why.
Xu Ping, on the other hand, slowly began to adjust his aura to bring himself closer to the ghost, so as not to be exposed in this funny way.
Not long after, the two of them stood in front of a stall owner selling fried brats, and Xu Ping just looked at him quietly.
Song Qingling thought he was interested in the fried kid, but didn't say anything.
The stall owner came up to Xu Ping and Song Qingling and said with a smile on his face: "Two guests, my old Wang family's fried ghost is a specialty of the underworld, why don't you try two of them?"
Song Qingling looked at the fried kid in front of her and waved her hands quickly, "No, no, we still have something to do."
With that said, he pulled Xu Ping and hurried away from the stall owner who called himself Lao Wang.
Xu Ping was still deep in thought and allowed her to pull him away.
The middle-aged ghost looked at Xu Ping and Song Qingling leaving with a chuckle, "It seems like things are going to change in the underworld."
Xu Ping immediately stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the stall owner, Lao Wang, and strode over.
Unexpectedly, his move made the stall owner Lao Wang look extremely frightened. He had no idea that the other party could hear his voice so softly.
"You, what do you want to do?"
"Your Excellency seems to have figured out my identity?"
Xu Ping asked directly.
The stall owner Lao Wang quickly shook his head: "My guest, you are really good at joking. How can I tell anything about it? I just feel that your guest's temperament is different from ordinary ghosts, so I said this."
Xu Ping asked tentatively: "May I ask Brother Wang, how long have you been in the underworld?"
"No more, no more, just a hundred years or so." The stall owner Lao Wang looked very kind and showed a flattering smile.
Xu Ping looked him up and down carefully and said softly: "Brother Wang must have been a cultivator during his lifetime. He has been cultivating in the underworld for hundreds of years. He must be very high in Taoism."
The smile of the stall owner Lao Wang froze for a moment, and then he showed a flattering smile. Just as he was about to speak, Xu Ping immediately interrupted him and said: "Brother Wang, please think about it before talking. Since you have seen something, then
Please, Brother Wang, please be more careful in what you say."
Hearing his threatening tone, the stall owner Lao Wang was startled for a moment, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
The young man in front of me, who looked like a ghost but was not a ghost, could not see the history or depth. The stall owner Lao Wang regretted his recklessness.
After pondering for a moment, he bowed and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Bai Shun, was a Maoshan Taoist priest during his lifetime. May I ask who you are?"
At this time, he admitted that he was indeed a cultivator, and also reported Maoshan's name. Maybe the person in front of him was a little afraid of Maoshan.
After all, Maoshan's name is quite popular, whether in the underworld or in the human world.
Even many important positions in the underworld today were held by Maoshan Taoist priests after their death.
"Maoshan..."
Xu Ping groaned, looked at him again, and asked: "Since Brother Wang claims to be from Maoshan, I would like to ask, do you know the real person from Dinghu?"
"Xiaoding Lake?!"
"Do you know Xiaodinghu?"
Wang Baishun seemed very excited, his eyes shining.
Xiaoding Lake... Xu Ping was surprised by this name and looked at him strangely: "You call one of the three great masters in Maoshan now Xiaoding Lake?"
When Wang Baishun heard Xu Ping address Master Dinghu like this, he burst out laughing, looking very proud, and said loudly: "Dinghu, he is my disciple."
Xu Ping's eyes widened, he didn't expect to meet Uncle Jiu's master here.
He lowered his head and looked at the small black dot in his hand. It was already close at hand, and he whispered: "This is not the place to talk. Mr. Wang, why don't we find a secluded place?"
Wang Baishun nodded and ignored his stall.
They found a teahouse. The tea sold in the teahouse was actually mixed with sesame oil, so Xu Ping had to stay away.
After some conversation, Xu Ping was able to confirm that the Wang Baishun in front of him was indeed from Maoshan.
No wonder he can sell fried ghosts. It seems that he is also in the underworld and has some connections.
"I really didn't expect that after so many days, I would still be able to meet the same ghost in the underworld who had not drank Meng Po soup."
"No, it should be the talents."
Wang Baishun looked at Xu Ping in front of him, looking very surprised.
Xu Ping was also a little curious as to why the Taoist Wang in front of him could enter the underworld without drinking Meng Po Tang.
"Daozhang Wang, then why didn't you drink Meng Po Soup?"
Wang Baishun's face immediately became a little strange, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Well, I'd better say it, this matter also starts from my cultivation of Chuyang Shen?"
"That day, when I was fifty years old, I had mastered the skill of Chu Yang Shen. By some mistake, I came to Fengdu Underworld and met..."
"Meng Po!"
Seeing his expression become so twitchy, Xu Ping immediately felt that there was something wrong there.
Immediately afterwards, the Taoist Master Wang continued: "After I met Po Meng, she helped me return to my physical body. From then on, from time to time, I would use Yang Shen and come to the underworld to have a tryst with him."
"But you know, Taoist priests in Maoshan are not allowed to get married in this life, not to mention that there is a separation between yin and yang. I will tell her the truth and decide to make a clean break with her."
At this point, Wang Bai sighed and said, "But I never thought that she would take advantage of me to develop the skills of the Yang God and forcefully pull my soul from the Yang world to the underworld..."
It turns out that this is a tough guy who was retaliated by his lover after playing with his feelings.
Xu Ping couldn't tell what was right or wrong. Suddenly, his expression changed and he asked, "Now that we're done with the gossip, I want to ask you, why did you go to assassinate Zhong Kui?"