Xuan Kong laughed and said, "My junior brother looks so handsome. It's better to stay in this underworld as a son-in-law who is in the back. In the future, the family can be exempted from reincarnation without practicing Taoism."

Wang Qi looked bitter and said, "Senior Brother knows how to tease me. Where is the son-in-law from this underworld that is easy to be a son-in-law?"

Xuankong distinguished the road ahead, and in a blink of an eye, he had already flown over Wangxiangtai and went to Naihe Bridge. His face gradually relaxed and he said, "Have you heard of the Ghost King marrying a girl?"

Wang Qi was already exhausted and no longer insisted on controlling the wind, but just hid in the sunset of the sunset and took a laziness to rest.

After hearing the elder brother's words, he said curiously: "Which Ghost King? Who did you marry as your brother-in-law?"

Xuan Kong smiled and said, "So you really don't know."

He told the story of the ghost king Zhong Kui marrying his sister, which was about Zhong Kui, the saint of the house, who blessed the house. During his lifetime, he had a fellow villager Du Ping, who was kind and generous to others and gave silver to help Zhong Kui go to the test.

However, although Zhong Kui was a talented and knowledgeable figure, he was born with a strange appearance, with a leopard head, ringed eyes, iron face and twisted hair, so he was removed from the title of top scholar by the emperor at that time.

At this time, people valued their reputations more seriously. Zhong Kui was furious and died in the Golden Palace.

Du Ping, who was taking the exam with him, buried him grandly. After becoming the Ghost King, Zhong Kui personally led the ghost soldiers to return home on New Year's Eve and married his sister to Du Ping.

This is also a story about a good person receiving good rewards, telling all the good fortune and rewards in the world.

Wang Jun followed behind and shook his head secretly and said, "Since ancient times, Taoists should not behave like appearance. How can talent be different from person's appearance? How could the previous dynasty not be destroyed?"

Xuankong glanced at his disciple and sighed unintentionally: "The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, hesitated. I am sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have been passed by the palaces and palaces. The prosperity of the people suffers; the destruction of the people suffers."

A few words only shiny the eyes of Wang Jun’s eyes and murmured: “What the master said is indeed good. The people are suffering; the people are suffering when they are destructive. The people are suffering when they are destructive..."

When Xuan Kong saw his disciple fall into deep thought, he felt cold after he remembered that this poem was written by Zhang Yanghao, a native of the Yuan Dynasty. In this era, this person had not been born yet. He secretly chanted in his heart: "Blessings in the infinite heavenly master!"

This is probably considered plagiarizing the predecessors, but I don’t know if Zhang Yanghao can write such good words in the future.

Xuan Kong and his junior brother were talking and flying all the way. In a short while, they flew over the eighteen levels of hell, flying over a high mountain, with dark clouds hanging down the ground, and black fog obscured the sky. He smiled and said, "What we have just passed is Yinshan Mountain. Flying over Yinshan Mountain is the city of deceased death, and it is considered that he has truly entered the underworld."

Wang Qi bit his tongue and said, "Mom, you're not dead yet. Let's take a look at the city of vain?"

Xuankong put the shiny light outside and smiled and said, "Just fly with me, what's wrong with death?"

Wang Qi smiled and said, "I just say that Senior Brother, you are easy to meddle in other people's business, but it turns out that you are afraid of trouble."

Xuan Kong said sadly: "The cycle of heaven and earth is like a drink and a peck, is it a matter of previous determination. There are many unfair things in the world, how many things can I do with my own strength? I can only solve them easily when I encounter them, but if I want to be unfair to the three realms, how can I do it by speaking?"

Wang Jun said: "I heard that since ancient times, the gods and the underworld are the most fair."

Xuan Kong laughed and said, "I just hope so!"

It was also his first time to enter the underworld, but he just carefully explored the path according to the classics in the school. The three realms of heaven and earth, the upper realm of heaven is transformed by clear energy, and the lower realm of the underworld is transformed by turbid energy, which are all places that seize the creation of heaven and earth.

Since Pangu created the world, I don’t know how many secrets there have been. Xuankong just feared that he would go wrong and flew into an unknown place.

Fortunately, he had a volume of "The Best Sutra of Yuanshi Wuliangdi Ren" presented by King Guang of Qin. On the back cover, he drew in detail the passages to enter and exit the underworld. Some passages were only mastered by the Ten Palaces and the Underworld, and even ordinary ghost messengers did not know about them.

While flying, he said that Xuankong also introduced several views of the underworld to his junior brother and his disciples. Before he knew it, he came to a bloody long river. Wang Qi remembered the folk legend and pointed to the long river: "It is said that there is a road in the underworld called Huangquan Road, a river called Wangchuan River, and a bridge called Naihe Bridge."

"I think my predecessors remember it badly. This is such a big river, where is there any bridge above?"

Xuankong and others stopped by the river. Looking around, they saw a big river that was not far and wide, and they kept rushing down from the upstream and didn't know where they were flowing.

Xuankong had never been to the underworld, but he always knew that this place would never be the Wangchuan River.

The Forget River originates from the underworld, only a few feet wide. There is a Naihe Bridge above. The bridge is narrow and smooth. There are gods who travel the day and night to guard them. The waves are rolling under the bridge, and the fishy wind blows on the face, covering some snakes and insects in the underworld, as well as the wronged souls who accidentally fall into the Forget River and never rise.

But the big river in front of me was filled with blood, and there was no trace of life.

Wang Qi was very happy and grabbed the senior brother's sleeve and said, "I think it's the Underworld King's counting affairs, so I let this long river block the way. Otherwise, we'll go back first." Xuan Kong frowned and said, "Do you think the Underworld King's accountant is your accountant? Do you have to count the accountant in business?"

"This is strange. The underworld is open day and night. I have never heard of a blood river blocking the road. What is the reason?"

He stood on the shore, watching the blood river silently, but was amazed in his heart.

While thinking, I suddenly heard a loud noise from the blood river. The blood-red waves surging on the blood-red river water, gathering together and raising slowly, and it turned out to transform into a blood dragon. When I opened the huge longan, it was like a red searchlight, and two red lights were emitted.

The ghosts and ghost officials trapped on both sides of the strait were frightened. They were hit by the red light and turned into black gray in the blink of an eye.

Wang Qi was dumbfounded and said, "What a ferocious blood dragon, senior brother, why don't we..."

He reached out to pull, but pulled Kong, and hurriedly turned around and almost cried. Xuan Kong had already jumped in the air, pinching the Lei Jue in his hand to confront the blood dragon. Xuan Kong said, "Little Junior Brother, where are you going?"

Wang Qi looked around and saw that both sides of the shore were covered with blood mist. A little ghost from the underworld walked into the blood mist. After a while, it was digested into powder. Wang Qi swallowed, took two steps back, and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother, we really can't leave!"

Now he only hopes that his senior brother can get rid of this inexplicable blood dragon as soon as possible, otherwise he and others will die on the spot like those little ghosts.

It's just strange, can people die again after they die?

Xuan Kong sneered: "After a person dies, there are three souls and seven spirits left to float in the underworld, and there is still a chance to be reincarnated. Do you think you can die again?" Wang Qi shivered and said: "This is the rhythm of the soul scattering..."
Chapter completed!