The yin wind in the underworld roared, as if it had never stopped for billions of years.
Wang Yan and the girl walked through the wind and rainy Wangxiangtai, through the bustling gates of ghosts, through the endless Yellow Spring River, through the Yin Mountain where flowers bloom on the other side, and returned to Fengdu City.
Fengdu City, also known as the Iron Siege, has a radius of 100,000 miles. The cities, houses and streets are all made of jing iron.
Those who live in Fengdu City are all ghosts waiting for reincarnation. Of course, some old ghosts are used to life in the underworld and live a good life, but they are unwilling to go to the world again.
Fengdu City is more prosperous and crowded than the metropolis where Wang Yan stayed when he was on Earth.
In the city, there are pawnshops, blacksmith shops, medicine shops, rouge and water powder shops, fabric shops, inns, restaurants, inns, stations, tea shops... everything is available.
The one who bargained in the pawnshop was a ghost, the one who smacked the blacksmith shop was a ghost, and the one who slapped the rouge on his face in the rouge shop so that his face looked healthier was a ghost, sitting in the tea shop and talking about everything.
The dragon gate formation is also a ghost.
The ocean of ghosts, the world of ghosts.
On the street, ghosts came and went, and the ghosts were shoulder to shoulder, holding their sleeves like clouds and sweating like rain.
After a while, the two finally returned to their residence in Fengdu City.
Two low and dilapidated small iron houses stand in the most remote corner of the northwest corner of Fengdu City.
People are divided into different levels when they are alive, and death is no exception.
To the east of Fengdu City, living are the romantic and talented men from the Yangshi era, famous actors and nobles.
To the west of Fengdu City is the clear stream in the Yangshi period, secluded, monks, laymen and Taoists.
To the south of Fengdu City are all rich ghosts from the sun, spending a lot of money. Many of them spent money to bribe the judge and the King of Hell and reincarnate. The rest feel that as long as you have money, life in the underworld will be even more prosperous.
It's interesting, so I just settled down.
Here, as long as you spend money, there will be beautiful female ghosts who can be ravaged and poor ghosts who can be sent by them. What else is there to be dissatisfied?
As for the north of Fengdu City, it is the residence of poor ghosts like Wang Yan. Most of the low-end markets, teahouses and taverns in Fengdu City are gathered here.
Looking at the broken room, Wang Yan sighed. When he was on Earth, he was a poor man. Unexpectedly, he came to the world of Jambudvipa in different time and space, and he still could not escape the fate of man.
In this life when he was struck by thunder, Wang Yan's adoptive parents were so poor that they couldn't even pay for the burial after their adopted son died, let alone burn paper money for him.
As for his biological parents in this life...
Wang Yan clenched his fists.
"Brother, I feel uncomfortable, I'm in the house first." The young goddess Se turned and walked towards her broken house.
"Sister, let me tell you something." Wang Yan suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"Three days later, there will be lanterns and fireworks in Fuliang City. Let's go and watch it together?" Wang Yan took a lot of effort and finally finished speaking.
"Lantern Festival? Fireworks? I don't want to go." The girl frowned.
"Sister..." Wang Yan's disappointment was beyond words.
"Okay, it's okay to see." The girl finally felt soft-hearted. She patted Wang Yan gently on the head and turned around and entered the room.
"Brother, you have lived in the world, but you are still like a child. When can you grow up?"
"Sister, I will definitely become stronger, I will definitely be! One day, I will become strong enough to shelter you from the wind and rain! You are waiting for me!" Wang Yan swears in his heart and turns to Fengdu City.
Walk to the north.
Along the way, there were ghosts greeting Wang Yan from time to time. Wang Yan's face, like a black charcoal, and the deeds of the [Eighth Generations Defeat God], it is hard to be famous.
Wang Yan ignored him and walked through the group of ghosts like swimming fish. After half an hour, he arrived at a small tavern.
【Don't return home if you get drunk】
A greasy flag was flying up and down in front of the tavern. On the flag, a skull grinned.
The business in the tavern is pretty good. Those who come to this tavern are poor people nearby. They finish their day cleaning up the mud in the Huangquan River and the Sea of Blood. They come here to have some wine and have fun.
Wang Yan looked around, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the corner of the tavern.
"Brother Wang!"
A big ghost with green face and fangs and a fat ghost with almost fleshy flesh stood up and greeted him at the same time.
One of these two ghosts is nicknamed "Qingpie" and the other is nicknamed "Fat Pig".
They were brothers in the Yangshi family, and they were born into martial arts families. They had extraordinary martial arts skills. When the ghost with green face and fangs walked around the world, they were plotted against by people from the Tang sect and died of poisonous darts. After their death, they were also as fat as a purple face.
The ghosts in the mountains were even more unbearable. The cause of death was that after seeing my brother die, he felt the danger of the world. After retiring from the world, he overeated and died of dying.
After entering the underworld, these two new ghosts were bullied by the old ghost. Wang Yan couldn't stand it. With his fierce fighting and desperate spirit, he helped the two ghosts to escape. Since then, the two brothers are grateful to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan has no friends in the underworld, and these two brothers are among his few confidants.
Just by the two of them calling him "Brother Wang", the warmth surged in Wang Yan's heart.
Ordinary people may not understand it, but if a person is called "the god of eight generations", "black charcoal head", and "the worst romance" for several years, he or she will probably be able to understand the meaning of "brother".
"How about it?"
After sitting down, Wang Yan asked impatiently.
"It's done." The fat pig rubbed his hands excitedly. "We gave the blood soul stone you salvaged to the fairy who was in charge of the Milky Way in the sky. She liked it very much and promised to give you a meteor shower during the Fuliang City Lantern Festival."
Fat pig has a special liking for the kitchen and stove. When choosing errands, he chose to be the stove prince.
The most enviable thing about the Kitchen God King compared to other clergy in the ghost world is that every year on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Kitchen God Kings in the world can go to the heaven court to report the rise and fall of the world this year to the official of the ri star.
When Wang Yan learned that the fairy in heaven was in charge of the Milky Way liked a blood soul stone produced in the underworld's blood sea, he took a big risk and entered and exited seven times in the blood sea, and finally got a few blood soul stones.
The sea of blood is said to be an ocean formed by the blood of all living beings in the world in ancient times, and it is as evil as it is.
No one knows how vast the sea of blood is. Even the sub-domestic mansion is only built on the edge of the sea of blood. Every day, countless coolies are cleaning up the mud, renovating the sea of blood, and earning some merits.
Deep in the sea of blood is the forbidden area in the underworld. It is said that the ancient Asura tribe lived there, violent and arrogant, with high magic power, and ordinary ghosts were like food in front of them.
This Blood Soul Stone is deep in the sea of blood. The Blood Soul Stone can nourish qi and blood, making the appearance of immortals, demons, and spirits look better. If ordinary ghosts swallow it, they will also have the effect of replenishing skills.
Wang Yan took the odd risk to obtain the Blood Soul Stone, just to confess his love to his lover on a night with a meteor shower.
It has to be said that Wang Yan's thoughts are still deeply poisoned by the romance dramas on the earth.
"Wang Yan thanked two good brothers!" Wang Yan stood up, bowed deeply to Qingpi and Fat Pig, and the two ghosts quickly stood up.
"Brother Wang, what are you doing? Brother, it's a simple task! Besides, you gave us all the ten thousand merits you earned before, don't be disgusted!" Qingpi quickly pressed Wang Yan on the chair and blinked. The mysterious secret He said, "The fairy in charge of the Galaxy likes the Blood Soul Stone very much. When he was in a good mood, he gave him another baby, look!"
In his palm, a few drops of crystal clear liquid lay.
"Is this?" Wang Yan asked in confusion.
"This is [Meteor Tears], which was made by the fairy in the sky." Qingpi said proudly, "It has a miraculous effect on love between men and women. If you let the woman you love take it, she will take it for three days in a row. I love you wholeheartedly and will never change my heart.”
"Really?" Wang Yan was heartbroken. Is there such a magical thing in the world?
He took the [Meteor Tears] from Qingpi, put it in front of him and looked carefully and then, and placed it in his sleeves seriously.
"You two great kindnesses are unforgettable." After saying that, he hurriedly left.
Qingpi and Fat Pig looked at each other, and after a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of their mouth.
"Why do you have to listen to me playing the piano today?"
In the room, the girl gently stroked Jiaoweiqin and rubbed her head with her hands. "Sister is not very comfortable today. I don't know why, but I feel very panicked."
"I feel very uncomfortable, as if the memories of the previous few lives have been pestering me again, and my headache is almost cracking!" Wang Yan lied casually. "Sister, come on!"
The girl nodded, and the sound of the piano like flowing water poured out from her fingertips. The sound of the piano was sometimes like a mountain, sometimes like flowing water, which made people feel refreshed and happy after listening to it, and they both forget about favors and disgraces.
This song [Clean Heart and All Good Mantra] has a miraculous effect on calming the mind. Wang Yan has heard it many times in the past three years, but now he still feels like a floating immortal.
The song ends, and the lingering sound is lingering.
"Okay!" Wang Yan praised. "Sister, are you thirsty too? I'll pour you a glass of water."
A person dies as a ghost. A ghost is just a ball of qi and cannot eat human food, but it also needs to replenish qi and energy, otherwise it will slowly disappear.
In the underworld, ghosts’ food is [Ghost Rice] and [Yellow Spring Water].
Ghost rice can nourish the ghost's soul, while yellow spring water can harmonize the qi and balance it.
On the small red mud stove, the yellow spring water cooked in a clay pot was steaming. Wang Yan secretly put a drop of [Meteor Tears] into it while the girl was not paying attention.
The meteor tears quickly melted into the hot water of the underworld, without a trace. Wang Yan then handed the water to the girl.
After playing a song, the girl was indeed a little tired, and took the water and drank it all.
"Sister... have you ever felt something was wrong?" Wang Yan observed for a long time and asked carefully.
"No, sister is tired, you go out first." The girl smiled and waved her hand at Wang Yan.
Seeing that the meteor tears did not work, Wang Yan felt a little regretful and a little thankful. "It is not my real ability to get my sister by relying on external forces. After all, I still use my ability to let me understand my feelings when I get the sister!"
Three days passed in a flash.
Fuliang City, Lantern Festival.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the sky, the colorful fireworks are blooming.
In the city, all the trees and houses are hung with colorful lights. They are bright and beautiful.
The elderly, children, men and women all rushed to the streets, with smiles on their faces, slowly moving forward with the crowds, watching the colorful lanterns in various shapes.
The entire Fuliang City has become a sea of lights and a sea of lights.
Even the Land Lord, the Moon Master, the Kitchen God, and the City God temporarily put down their work and stopped to watch.
Fire trees and silver flowers never sleep.
Wang Yan and the girl walked slowly in the crowded crowd. Wang Yan hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to speak.
"Brother, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. It seemed that something was about to happen, so let's go quickly." The girl suddenly frowned slightly, and a jingle flashed in her eyes.
"Sister, wait a moment!" Wang Yan was very anxious. The meteor shower he had worked hard to get had not yet been staged, so how could he just go back like this?
"Bang!"
Another fireworks bloomed in the air, which was so beautiful. The colorful light reflected the smiling faces of the people in Fuliang City red.
The girl's face became more and more serious. Wang Yan was nervous and kept pulling her, waiting for the arrival of the meteor shower.
"Sister, I want to tell you..." Looking at the girl's beautiful face, Wang Yan mustered up the courage, "I'm happy..."
"Wow, what a big shooting star!"
Several children yelled and interrupted him.
In the sky, ten meteors with huge and extremely bright stars fell to Fuliang City with great speed.
"Are you here, sure?"
The girl opened her red lips lightly, and a resolute se flashed in her eyes. Monk Wang Yan and Er were confused.
"I have been hiding for so long, can't I still be able to escape? Forget it, everything will be over, and escaping is not a way. Brother, I will leave something in your heart. What can you do after ri depends on your own luck."
The girl leaned her mouth gently against Wang Yan's ear, "I'm afraid I can't take care of you anymore."
"Sister?" Wang Yan was shocked, "What do you mean by saying this?"
Before he finished speaking, the girl suddenly turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Wang Yan's body.
Ten bright meteors flew over Fuliang City and suddenly exploded. Ten figures emerged from them and fell into Fuliang City.
The dazzling white light illuminated the land of a hundred miles. People screamed, and the entire Fuliang City was in chaos.
After the starlight dissipated, a tall and thin Taoist walked out of the tiny shadows of the trees ten feet in front of Wang Yan.
"The Master of Heavenly Dao Sect, people say that you are a person with great magic power, but I didn't expect that after a war a hundred years ago, you were injured by my teacher, but became a frightened bird. For the past hundred years, you have been hiding from the east and let
We're easy to find!"
The Taoist was wearing a Bagua Purple Ribbon Fairy Clothes, a Taoist crown on his head, and a treasure seal in his hand.
"Lin Shijian, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, don't hide anymore, you'll be fine tonight!"
Two Taoist people walked out from behind the tall and thin Taoist people. One was tall and wearing a hydrated Taoist uniform, and the other was short and wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe.
"I will be the son of Guangcheng."
"Taiyi Zhenren."
"Yu Ding Zhenren."
The three Taoists bowed together. "I am polite!"
"The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect has not seen him for a hundred years, and his style remains the same, which is really gratifying."
Under the trees in the south, a fat monk appeared at some point.
He was tall and fat, kind-hearted, wearing a yellow monk's robe, and a bulging white pocket slung on his shoulders.
Next to him, two venerables in white were standing. One showed a female appearance, with elegant and dignified eyebrows and dignified eyes, with compassion, holding a willow in the other, and holding a clean bottle in the other. The other venerable was presented with a male appearance, with bright eyebrows and eyes and wisdom in the hands of a hand.
print.
"Maitreya."
"Guan Shiyin."
"Manjushri."
The three of them put their palms together. "Amitabha!"
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Fate: [Get wealth and treasure]
未分:小子子子子子子
Special: Those who have this fate will be called people favored by God. The money in the world seems to be prepared for them. They don’t know how to write the word "poverty" in their lives. No matter what they manage, they will make money, even if they sell baked cakes.
The market will be ten times better than its peers. Even if you don’t do anything, you may be hit by a gold brick when walking on the road.
Cultivation: None.
Evolution: If the host can be kind to others and constantly accumulate merit with wealth, the power of his fate will become stronger and stronger, and he may be upgraded to [Lucky Star].
Transformation: As the saying goes, "Full cannot last long." There is a delicate balance between heaven and earth, and it is impossible for a person to have good fortune in every life. If the host is extremely luxurious and the power of attracting wealth and treasures is exhausted, it is possible.