Various speculations about the underworld were brewing in Xu Ping's mind.
The worries of this three-inch little King of Hell are not excessive, and this is also the key to its refusal to appear.
Xu Ping thought for a long time, looked at it and said slowly: "If you feel that you can't stay in the underworld after you appear in the underworld, just follow me to the earth. I will guarantee your safety."
The three-inch little King of Hell was startled for a moment.
Yangjian.
Seems like a good place.
"You're not lying to me, are you?" It couldn't help but worry.
Xu Ping laughed: "Do you think it is necessary for me to lie to you at this time?"
"That's true." The three-inch little King of Hell nodded.
It has no other choice. Now it can only agree to Xu Ping and make other plans after going to the underworld.
Hell.
When Xu Ping appeared in front of Zhong Kui with his three-inch little King of Hell, the latter's thick eyebrows were furrowed and his dark face was full of confusion.
He pointed at the three-inch little King of Hell and asked, "Brother Xu, this... is King of Hell?"
Xu Ping carefully observed Zhong Kui's expression and found no trace of murderous intent. Suddenly, he felt that he lacked trust in others.
Judging from the previous acquaintance with Zhong Kui, he is definitely not that kind of power-hungry evil spirit.
Thinking of this, Xu Ping relaxed slightly and said with a smile: "It is not King Yama, but it is the last trace of consciousness left by King Yama in this world."
The three-inch little King of Hell trembled when he saw Zhong Kui. After a moment, he stood firmly in Xu Ping's palm.
If we can give it enough time, no one can know whether it will become the new King of Yama in the future.
Facing everyone's gaze, Zhong Kui walked quickly to Xu Ping, lowered his head and carefully looked at the three-inch small Yama in his palm.
I saw this three-inch little King of Hell. His facial features were the same as those of King Yama, and they were also composed of the incense of King Yama. It was exactly the same as what Xu Ping said.
After receiving the news of the death of King Yama, Zhongkui Zhenjun was also shocked and even doubted the three-inch little King of Hell.
But now he can be sure that what the person in front of him said may be true.
"So, the real King of Hell has died outside the fairy court?" Zhong Kui looked at the three-inch little King of Hell with bright eyes, trying to tell whether what it said next was true or false.
"Um."
Little King of Hell responded and said, "This is how it is in my memory."
True Lord Zhong Kui asked a few more things that only he and King Yama knew, and the three-inch little King of Yama answered fluently without any pause.
In this way, True Lord Zhong Kui was finally able to confirm that it had indeed inherited the memory of King Yama, and might even become the next generation of King Yama.
But he was also very curious and asked: "Then why are you still refusing to appear in the underworld?"
The three-inch little King of Hell said: "The underworld was in such chaos at that time, how could I dare to come out? Besides, Zhenjun, you manage the underworld very well, why should I show up..."
Zhenjun Zhongkui was immediately speechless.
He was forced to run the underworld and had no choice but to do so. This was not his ambition.
But I didn't expect to be suspected.
Xu Ping was also a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and asked, "Little King of Hell, do you know where Yama Ling is?"...
From the beginning to the end, all he wanted to find was Yama Luoling.
"Know!"
The voice of the three-inch little King of Hell is still old. It is indistinguishable from the previous King of Yama. It pointed at the largest statue of King of Yama in Fengdu and said: "I came back to life from that statue, and when I came back to life
, Yama Luoling is by my side."
It turns out that Yama Luoling is by my side.
Zhongkui Zhenjun immediately ordered Song Qingling to retrieve the King of Hell, but the three-inch little King of Hell said no, waved his hands in front of his chest, violently inserted into his chest and abdomen, and in a black-gold light, took out a long
It is a token that is seven or eight inches long and looks like a sword but not a sword.
The token is completely black and engraved with golden lines, hanging on
Three inches in the hands of the little King of Hell.
"You said you were looking for this, but why did you spend so much effort? I'm scared to death." The three-inch little King of Hell also saw at this time that he should not be in danger. As he spoke, he unknowingly
With the majesty of King Yama.
But Xu Ping and Zhenjun Zhong Kui ignored it and just looked at Yama Luoling, feeling very happy.
At this time, Zhenjun Zhongkui suddenly said: "Before he died, King Yama attached a ray of consciousness to you and made you conscious from the hazy smell of incense, then you can also be regarded as the new King of Yama in the underworld.
..."
Halfway through his words, everyone present was moved.
Zhenjun Zhongkui didn't look sideways and continued: "The reason why we are looking for Yama's order this time is also to send the Yin soldiers of the underworld to the Yang world to defend against foreign enemies. This will also be the last order given by this Zhenjun to the underworld.
"
Say it.
He looked at the three-inch little King of Hell with a solemn expression: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Although the three-inch little Yama is a newborn with spiritual wisdom, he has inherited the memory and sanity of Yama, so he is naturally not stupid and he understood it immediately.
"You mean, you want me to be the King of Yama?" The three-inch little King of Yama was not happy and reacted with horror on his face.
Zhenjun Zhongkui nodded: "Since you have inherited the memory of King Yama, this is your responsibility."
Just seeing that it secretly helped Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when he launched a rebellion, you can see that its nature is at least sensible.
And out of respect and trust for King Yama, Zhongkui Zhenjun felt that his arrangement was very reasonable.
Only when he is freed from this responsibility can he have the opportunity to do his own thing.
Sweep away the evil spirits and demons in the world!
But after listening to Zhong Kui's words, the three-inch little King of Hell suddenly had a bitter look on his face.
Strictly speaking, he is still a child. When he is playful, he wants to go to the underworld with Xu Ping to play.
The three-inch little King of Hell looked at Xu Ping blankly.
When contacting the underworld god, there are only two things it worries about.
One was killed on the spot and ceased to exist.
The other one is just like now, to stir up troubles in the underworld.
Both of these are things it doesn't want to see, but now that the situation is forcing it, there seems to be no reason to refuse.
In other words, if it refuses, will it be immediately cast by True Lord Zhong Kui using some spell to forcibly strip away King Yama's memory and spells...
"I will try my best!"
The three-inch little King of Hell spoke in a dull voice, but his voice was like an oriole, no longer hoarse and old like before.
Perhaps this is also its true voice.
Seeing its appearance, Zhong Kui also advised him: "Don't worry, if you go to the underworld this time and return smoothly, I will help you, but I won't let you handle everything alone."
After all, it is such a big underworld, and if it is suddenly handed over, other troubles will inevitably arise.
Zhenjun Zhongkui will still prepare the necessary arrangements in advance.
…
late at night.
Maybe it was late at night, after all, in the underworld, there is no distinction between day and night.
I only know that the ghosts on the street have returned to their nests, and everything is silent. Only a few residual souls have no place to rely on, wandering in the streets and alleys.
Xu Ping and Zhong Kui sat across from each other, each holding a wine jar in their hands, drinking heartily.
When the wine started to rise, Lord Zhong Kui suddenly put down the wine jar and said, "Brother Xu, what do you think about what the little King of Hell said?"
Xu Ping was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion."
What they were talking about was, of course, about how King Yama of the underworld had tried to the Immortal Court to no avail and was executed outside the Immortal Court.
Having never dealt with King Yama, Xu Ping didn't think much about it. He just found this matter to be particularly intriguing.
He doesn't care what happens in the Immortal Court.
If you don’t understand things in the human world, how can you think about worrying about the fairyland?
thing.
This was not the case for Zhenjun Zhongkui. He sighed heavily and said, "Actually, I really want to know what happened in the Immortal Court."
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment and said, "Sir Zhenjun, please don't mess around."
Even King Yama is outside the fairy court, his soul is scattered, let alone a true king of exorcism.
King Yama desperately wanted to seek protection from the Immortal Court for matters between the underworld and the underworld, but instead of succeeding, he lost his life in vain.
From this, it can be seen that Immortal Court no longer intends to pay attention to the matters between the underworld and the underworld.
It's just pity for those mortals in the world who are still worshiping the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but they don't even know that they have been abandoned long ago.
Zhenjun Zhongkui nodded: "I won't do anything random."
But looking at his expression, Xu Ping seemed to be unwilling to give up.
As a qualified Yin God, how could Xu Ping not know what Zhong Kui was thinking?
Slowly, Xu Ping was also infected by his emotions and began to think.
In today's world, we really don't need God.
Since there is no need, what can I do?
They each had their own thoughts, and the more they drank, the more drunk they became, until finally, they both fell unconscious.
…
When Xu Ping woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, surrounded by deserted and cold wind.
The three-inch little King of Hell seemed to have recognized him and was sleeping soundly beside his bed.
This was a unique atmosphere in the underworld, so Xu Ping didn't pay attention. He just stood up slowly and pushed the door open, but this glance immediately made him feel something was wrong.
The world outside was hazy, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog. It looked very similar to the gray fog technique used by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that day.
But the difference is.
Even with the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's technique, Xu Ping was still able to see the scene of the underworld through the fog, but now he couldn't detect it at all...
It was as if the entire underworld had disappeared without a trace while he was sleeping soundly.
what's the situation?!
Xu Ping's eyes shimmered, trying to see through the illusion, but there was still thick fog after thick fog, and the sky and the earth were the same color, as if nothing existed.
Fantasy?!
No one can make the underworld empty without a sound, not even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is reborn.
Therefore, everything in front of us must be an illusion.
And since it is an illusion, why can the three-inch little King of Hell behind him make a weak snoring sound?
It’s what he did!
Before Xu Ping could approach the little King of Hell, the space in front of him suddenly shook, and a figure slowly appeared.
Wearing a black robe, with a black beard on his face, and a crown on his head, he is not angry but powerful.
King Yama!
Xu Ping's eyes narrowed violently, and after a moment, he couldn't help but sneered. The King of Hell in front of him was just a thought, not a threat.
"It doesn't have to be like this. I have no ill intentions towards you."
King Yama smiled and spoke.
Xu Ping laughed softly and said: "Since there is no harm, why do we meet like this?"
"Feel sorry!"
King Yama said: "I am just a lingering thought. Otherwise, I would not be able to appear in your dream."
Xu Ping said: "I am just an ordinary person, and I have never met you. Why did you pay such a high price to enter my dream?"
Based on Xu Ping's current behavior, if the remnants of King Yama want to enter his dream, it will definitely require an unimaginable amount of incense and incense to do so. It is not a small price to pay.
King Yama's expression was calm, and scenes seemed to flash through his eyes. It was exactly what Xu Ping had seen before, the scene where he was in a state of dismay outside the Immortal Courtyard.
"Since you can come to the underworld in a mortal body, you can no longer be regarded as an ordinary person. This king can see even more clearly that you are not from this world." King Yama said softly.
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Master Yama, please don't be with me.
I’m trying to make a riddle, after all, it takes a lot of effort for you to cast this spell.”
"Yes." King Yama said: "I came here this time just to tell you that although I have never crossed the gate of the Immortal Courtyard, I have a rough idea of what they want to do. This meeting with you is also
I want to tell you what Xianting wants to do."
Xu Ping remained silent.
King Yama nodded and continued: "Xianting found that this world is too big, and there are many vast nebulae in the universe. He wanted to pry into it and dominate the world, but although Xianting was strong, he didn't have much to consume.
Soldiers, therefore, they want..."
"Create the decision again, God controls the human race."
"The gods control the human race..."
Xu Ping murmured softly.
Suddenly, he came to his senses and shouted: "Could it be that after the human race is unified, they want to benevolent and regain control of the human race to achieve their goal of dominating the world?"
King Yama nodded and continued: "Although I discovered this, I couldn't survive. When I was desperate, I dropped a residual thought in the incense, but I didn't expect that the incense accidentally gave birth to consciousness."
Xu Ping guessed in his mind.
If it hadn't been for the incense that suddenly gave birth to spiritual wisdom, I'm afraid the underworld would have known about this matter long ago, and it would naturally find a way to understand the world of the world.
But how can this be avoided?
There is a great chaos in the underworld and it is recovering.
The warlords in the Yang world separated their regimes and turned into a mess.
Xu Ping thought for a moment and said, "You are telling me this, do you want me to stop you? How can I do it?"
"I can't find anyone else except you!" King Yama said loudly.
"I originally wanted to find Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but I didn't expect that he was also crazy. Later, although I wanted to find Zhong Kui, this little guy has been hiding in the underworld, but there is nothing I can do."
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Xu Ping thought for a while and said: "I will inform Zhong Kui Zhenjun about this matter and what to do specifically. I have no idea now."
King Yama said: "As you said before, I also think that in today's world of the underworld, there is no need for lofty gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and the best way is to separate the immortals forever."
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