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Chapter 313 He's in Pingcheng!

"Then Sister Chun, how can you conclude that within half a step, there is a clone of King Yama?" Xu Ping was confused and asked.

Although Po Meng's eyes were always on Xu Ping, her eyes were floating, and from the corner of her eye she was always paying attention to Taoist Wang who was thinking about him day and night. However, this Taoist from Maoshan had the same attitude towards men and women as Uncle Jiu, and had a dull personality.

Let her secretly bite a mouthful of silver teeth into pieces.

With her thoughts retracted, Po Meng looked at Xu Ping and said in a deep voice: "I still remember that day when the great kings of hell invaded Fengdu, I was about half way through clearing away the remaining evildoers. I happened to find that there was an expert helping me secretly, so I kept an eye on it at that time.

, so he got out and immediately chased him, wanting to know who he really was."

"But halfway through the chase, I discovered that he was extremely fast, and he was slowly thrown away, leaving a wisp of fragrance on him. Until the next day, I followed the fragrance and found that his figure seemed to be everywhere.

It took more than half a step, and a full three days wasted, before I got some clues..."

"He was actually able to secretly mobilize the power of King Yama's incense. However, after the incense was mobilized, it did not condense. Instead, it dissipated on the spot and could not enter his body. Therefore, I can be sure that he should be a clone of King Yama.

"

Listening to Meng Po's eloquent words, Wang Baishun couldn't help but be immersed in it, secretly thinking about the figure in her words that could mobilize the incense of King Yama.

If so, it should be the clone of King Yama.

Except for King Yama, no Yin god can mobilize the power of this incense, not even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Po Meng's conclusion that it is a clone is reasonable and well-founded. If it is the true body of King Yama, the incense cannot dissipate, but will condense and enter his body.

At this time, Xu Ping also suddenly remembered someone. That day, when he was about half a step away, a ghost dressed as a beggar approached him and said a lot of incomprehensible things.

At that time, Xu Ping believed that he had no supernatural powers or any cultivation skills, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

If he is the clone of King Yama, then it makes sense. When he needs strength, he mobilizes the power of incense and dissipates after using it up. That's why he looks no different from ordinary ghosts, just like a scumbag who runs away after eating.

There is a clone that is more than half a step away, but it does not meet the people in the underworld, but keeps avoiding it. Why is this?

Xu Ping was still deep in thought, and Po Meng finally couldn't sit still.

Women should look after those who please themselves.

She dressed up specially to meet the person she had longed for, but she never expected that the other person would not say a word when he saw her, as if her appearance had nothing to do with him.

"Are you...really not going to talk to me?"

Po Meng spoke softly, her tone was tactful and full of resentment.

Finally she couldn't help it and turned to look at Wang Baishun.

Taoist Wang knew in his heart that what was supposed to come would eventually come. He stood up slowly, filled with sorrow, but he just shouted softly: "Chun Chun..."

Xu Ping and Song Qingling looked at each other with some indescribable meaning, and walked out of the living room together, leaving them, who had missed each other day and night, to confide in the living room about their lovesickness.



After walking out of the living room, Xu Ping looked at the delicate flowers in the courtyard, still thinking about what Po Meng said just now.

Song Qingling stood beside him, not thinking too much, just hoping that time could pass slower.

The fragrance on the tip of her nose penetrated into her soul, and she was a little moved when she was among the flowers with her beloved.

"Brother Xu, do you think this flower is... beautiful?"

Song Qingling tilted her head and looked forward to it, as if there was a stream of spring water flowing in her eyes.

"beautiful……"

Xu Ping opened his mouth unconsciously and suddenly put his arms around Song Qingling's shoulders, making the latter ecstatic and closed his eyes slightly. His lips, which had no color at all, became rosy and slightly rosy.

"Haha...I know how to find that clone."

Xu Ping held her shoulders and shouted excitedly, which made Song Qingling's face fall, and she felt bad.

But after all, Xu Ping was talking about a first-class event. After Song Qingling came back to his senses, he immediately smiled and asked: "Brother Xu, do you know how to find King Yama?"

"Um……"

Xu Ping responded and said: "Take me immediately to the place where there is a shrine of Yama. Don't miss any of them."

Song Qingling glanced in the direction of the living room and asked, "Should we wait for them?"

"No."

Xu Ping waved his hand and said directly: "Don't bother them now."



Among the temples in the human world, there are few who worship King Yama.

But in the underworld, it's completely different.

As the largest underworld god in the underworld, there are quite a few temples dedicated to King Yama.

The ghosts who want to be reborn offer incense in the hope of being reincarnated. Some people who suffered all kinds of hardships in their previous lives also offer incense and want to be reincarnated in the next life.

Both humans and ghosts have desires, and worshiping gods means worshiping one's own desires.

In this process, the gods will intercept the power of faith, turn it into incense, and use it for divine power.

As long as you use the power of faith, that is, incense, to show a little favor from time to time, it is enough.

Therefore, no matter in the world of heaven or in the underworld, the incense in the temple is always burning.

After all, Song Qingling was an aborigine. Although the time spent in Banbuduo was not too long, she still understood him well, so she followed Xu Ping's instructions and took him from temple to temple.

Xu Ping's method to find King Yama is also very simple, and only he can do this method.

Through the power of incense rewarded by the Yin Yang Illustrated Book, Xu Ping can be said to have a very good understanding of incense.

And he now has the ability to trace the final destination of the power of the incense by looking at the statues in the temple, which are the objects of the incense.

Of course, it was only the most recent one. If it took too long and the traces disappeared, then there was nothing he could do.

Since this clone of King Yama has no magic power and relies entirely on the power of incense, it will inevitably intercept the power of incense in the statue. As long as he has done this before, Xu Ping can use this action to find the way to intercept the incense in the statue.

The existence and location of the force.

After listening to Xu Ping's explanation, Song Qingling worked very hard and took Xu Ping to various temples all day long.

After wandering around like this for a day, I still found nothing. After this long time, the incense in the statue was still very sufficient, and there was no trace of interception.

"Qingling, within half a step, there are still many statues worshiping King Yama."

Nothing was found for most of the day, and Xu Ping couldn't help but wonder if he was heading in the wrong direction.

After all, he is King Yama, not an ordinary Yin god. If he leaves no traces, it would be okay.

However, he would not give up easily. If there was nothing within half a step, he would go to Fengdu again. Only after checking everything could Xu Ping give up.

"Brother Xu, there are more than ten places."

Seeing that the female ghost Song Qingling was already sweating on her forehead, Xu Ping slowly slowed down and said, "Qingling, let's take a rest first."

Seeing the tenderness in Xu Ping's eyes, Song Qinglin suddenly felt that there was endless strength in his body, and said: "I'm not tired, Brother Xu, there are only a dozen places left, maybe the next one will be there."

Discovered.”

Xu Ping nodded: "I hope so."

However, things backfired.

Next, Xu Ping and Song Qingling visited more than ten temples in succession, but still found no trace of the power of the incense being intercepted.

Could it be that this avatar of King Yama really sacrificed the near and sought the distant, and took the incense of Fengdu?

After walking around for a day, Xu Ping and Song Qingling also felt a little tired, so they found a teahouse to sit down.

The tea sold in this teahouse is mixed with incense ash. Xu Ping is not used to drinking it, but for Song Qingling, it can quickly restore energy.

Putting down the tea bowl, Song Qingling asked again: "Brother Xu, should we go directly to Fengdu next?"

After pondering for a long time, Xu Ping shook his head: "I always feel that the source of incense cannot be Fengdu."

Without him, Fengdu would have the underworld in charge. If King Yama really didn't want to meet the people in the underworld, he would have avoided this place.

As for the construction of Pingcheng, it was not within the scope of his consideration.

Song Qingling said softly: "Brother Xu, don't worry, we can always find a way."

"Um."

Xu Ping mumbled casually, still thinking about whether there was any other way to solve the current problem through the power of incense.

Ever since he obtained the art of incense, he has been studying it. The first time he got it, he made a statue of Master Guan and stole the incense from the neighbors.

Moreover, when facing the Wutong God, it would not have been so smooth if it had not been for the incense from the Chenghuang Temple.

"etc!"

Xu Ping was startled, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

Only then did he finally remember that he had indeed overlooked something.

"Brother Xu, have you thought of a way?" Song Qingling asked.

Xu Ping laughed loudly, looked at Song Qingling and said, "How come I only remember the statues and temples and forgot this place."

"where?"

Song Qingling asked.

She was certain that all the shrines within half a step had been visited.

Xu Ping stood up slowly, looked at the ghosts walking around on the street, and said softly: "There are all the ghosts within half a step. They may also have statues of King Yama in their homes."



Mountain of corpses.

As one of the few high mountains in Banbuduo City, you can overlook the entire Banbuduo.

At this time, stars and lights are dotted in the city for more than half a step, as if the stars have fallen into the world at night. Ghosts have desires just like people. That person's home will worship the Stove Lord, Guan Erye, the God of Wealth...

There may be a shrine in the ghost's home, where one can worship day and night without leaving the house.

But there were too many lights in Wanjia, and it was impossible for Xu Ping to run through them one by one, so he specifically chose the Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses to track the incense of Wanjia.

The location he was on was a piece of flat ground, and Song Qingling was holding a stone slab in both hands, on which he had carved out a half-step miniature of Fengdu and even Pingcheng with his fingertips.

And where Xu Ping and the others were on the Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain, there was a green light flashing, which also represented their current location.

Xu Ping was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the energy of chaos was circulating, holding magic spells in both hands, and in front of him was a statue of King Yama carved with dark wood. His eyes were wide open with anger, and he met Xu Ping's eyes.

Silently reciting the mantra in his mouth, he followed the magic spells one after another, hitting the statue of King Yama in front of him, and quickly, the light smoke of birds rose from everywhere more than half a step away.

More than half a step above, there is a faint mist emerging. The mist is pale yellow and looks like fragrance. This is the smell of incense in the city.

Ordinary ghosts cannot be witnessed, but in Xu Ping's eyes, the origin of these incense is so clear.

In addition to the temples that I ran through not long ago, there are many places in the city where faint yellow smoke is rising. Although it is extremely thin, it is huge in number. The combination rises in the air and turns into layers of thick fog.

.

"As expected!"

Xu Ping was overjoyed.

Although Song Qingling couldn't see the incense, he saw a smile on Xu Ping's lips and knew that he must have discovered something.

Looking at the slate in his hand, Song Qingling suddenly felt that the slate was particularly heavy.

After Xu Ping finds the avatar of King Yama and obtains the Yama Order through him, will there be no chance of meeting him in the future?

Song Qingling's mouth tightened, and she looked inexplicably depressed. She felt that everything she did now seemed to be shortening the distance between them.

I was born before you were born, but you were born and I was already dead!

She suddenly began to envy Po Meng.

And how did Xu Ping know that she was thinking like this? He was just immersed in the incense. Tens of thousands of incense were intercepted by him and poured into the statue in front of him.

A hazy yellow light lit up around the statue, as if it were wrapped in a layer of mist.

When the statue lit up with yellow light, two streaks of yellow smoke shot out from its angry eyes, pouring continuously into the stone slab in Song Qingling's hand.

The streets carved on the stone slabs suddenly became foggy and covered with yellow smoke.

Yellow mist crawled all over the stone slab, representing a picture of more than half a step, but nothing abnormal appeared. Then, the yellow light followed the long Huangquan Road to Fengdu.

Even when the fermentation was completely covered, nothing was found.

The yellow incense smoke continues to shoot from the statue into the stone slab, and the smoke continues to move forward, heading towards the position on the stone slab that represents Pingcheng...

Just when this little ghost girl was feeling melancholy and feeling sorry for herself, a small red dot suddenly lit up on the stone slab where Pingcheng belonged.

She suddenly raised her head to look at Xu Ping. The appearance of the red dot meant that the clone of King Yama had been found.

Do you want to tell him?!

You should!

If he loses his hand and the slate is broken into pieces, can he stay for a few more days?

It only takes a few days for me to express my feelings. No matter what, I will have no regrets.

She was crazy for a moment.

But after suddenly waking up, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face. How could he allow himself to destroy such an important thing? What was the difference between that and those bad women?

Song Qingling hesitated for two seconds and said: "Brother Xu, there is a red light on the stone..."

"In Pingcheng!"

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