Chapter 168

"My lord, Lady Meng Po has returned to the underworld."

The bull-headed man was tall and had a deep, thunderous voice, but his fear of the person above him was undeniable.

The man holding the brush at the desk did not look up; he simply wrote his name faster.

After a short while, he closed the document, his indifferent golden eyes revealing boundless coldness.

"Deliver it to the White Impermanence." As soon as he finished speaking, the commemorative document in his hand fell into the hands of the Ox-Head.

The bull-headed man bowed respectfully and said, "Yes!"

He bowed deeply for three breaths, and before the King of Hell at the head of the table could give any orders, he retreated outside the hall.

"Phew—" Bull Head patted his chest and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Only then did he look down at the black-and-red folding document in his hand, shaking his head in lingering fear.

It's unclear what Bai Wuchang did to offend Lord Yama, otherwise, why would Lord Yama entrust this matter to Bai Wuchang?

If this matter cannot be completed...

Bull Head shuddered and then quickly left.

Inside the hall, the man who had just been sitting at the head of the table had risen and was pacing around.

He was dressed in a dark long robe, and the fangs and blue face on the robe, set against his tall and slender figure, also revealed a divine quality beyond fear.

Her jet-black hair, as black as a waterfall, was tied behind her head with a jade crown, making her look like a celestial being.

Yet those golden eyes revealed an icy chill, as if they could see through all the filth in one's heart, making one stop in their tracks and unable to look directly at them.

He is none other than Yama, the King of Hell who governs the six realms of reincarnation, Yan Wang.

However, at this moment, that handsome face with its exquisite features and godlike features hesitated for a moment.

The next instant, a mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, and he straightened his clothes.

Then, as if remembering something, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

But after pressing his clenched fist to his lips for a moment and then withdrawing it, he returned to his usual indifference.

As that familiar aura drew near, Yan Wang instantly returned to his seat at the head of the table, and the mirror vanished along with it.

Lingwu, standing outside the palace, glanced at the wide-open palace gates without any surprise and simply lifted her skirt to enter the palace.

"Your Majesty the King of Hell," she said softly, bowing her head slightly.

A cool fragrance, unique to women, lingered around Yan Wang's nostrils.

He didn't look up, only nodded, but he didn't forget to add a soft chair for Ling Wu as if he knew her well.

Lingwu did not refuse and sat down directly.

Clearly, this has been done thousands of times, and neither of them has noticed anything wrong with it.

The indifferent man at the head of the table stared intently at the document with his light golden eyes. He did not reveal any other emotions during this time, and he did not even frown when the matter of the underworld was mentioned.

However, he still couldn't help but glance up from time to time to see if the white-haired woman sitting on the soft chair had left.

Seeing Lingwu taking a sip of wine and smiling sweetly at him, Yan Wang calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to hold his brush.

However, if someone were to get closer to look, they would find that he wasn't reviewing the memorials at all, but rather drawing on them.

The person depicted has white hair and gentle eyes, holding a cup of peach blossom wine and sipping it lightly, her eyes revealing unparalleled elegance.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet, but not awkward or strange.

Lingwu had gotten used to his quiet demeanor, focusing solely on matters of the underworld.

Therefore, in addition to bringing wine, they also brought several plates of snacks.

After Yan Wang carefully put the memorial away, he had also thought of his words:

"I heard from the underworld official that A-Wu left me a few jars of peach blossom wine she made?"

Ling Wu showed no signs of drunkenness, but her eyes, which were already gentle and kind, became even more captivating and alluring.

"Yes, but it's an apology. The reason... I'm sure you already know." It was because of the extra younger brother in Bai Lingwu's little world who disrupted some of the cycle of reincarnation.

Lingwu lightly lifted her finger, and a ring landed in front of Yan Wang's desk.

Yan Wang did not hesitate, picked up the ring, and probed it with his divine sense before looking at Ling Wu.

Seeing the bright confusion in those light gold eyes, Ling Wu put down her wine cup. "It's not just peach blossom wine; there are also some worldly things I brought back from my trip to the small world. If you don't like them, then forget it."

Yan Wang shook his head, unable to suppress the smile on his lips any longer. "No need, I am delighted."

He carefully put the ring away, a hint of joy appearing in his usually indifferent eyes.

“Awu, I remember the last time you gave me peach blossom wine was ten years ago.”

His tone remained indifferent, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hidden longing.

Ling Wu didn't speak, only lowered her eyes and nodded, her eyes still gentle and calm.

Yan Wang didn't care. He picked up the wine cup on the table, took two sips, and put it down before saying, "Awu, do you know why I left the Underworld this time?"

Ling Wu raised her hand, signaling him to continue.

Yan Wang revealed a hint of a smile, a touch of indulgence, but his words also carried a hint of dislike for the person he was speaking to:

"The bald men in the Pure Land say that their Buddhist disciples have had their pure minds disturbed by our Eastern deities."

As he finished speaking, the lingering aroma of the wine made him look towards the person who brewed it.

Lingwu paused as she finished speaking, her hand holding the wine cup still.

When they gazed at each other from afar, her eyes seemed to be veiled by layers of gauze, separated by countless ripples, allowing everyone to see only the emotions she wanted others to see.

"What is the Dharma name of that Buddhist disciple?" Lingwu asked.

Yan Wang suppressed his thoughts and said without hesitation:

"Xi Chen".

Lingwu nodded, her hand pausing slightly as she brought the wine cup to her lips.

It is not enough to simply be silent.

“They’ve become more and more backward over the years. If they were truly troubled by the East, why would they not keep it to themselves but instead make such a big fuss about it here?”

As Yan Wang finished speaking, he took another sip of wine, and Ling Wu tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Then Yan Wang's ears gradually turned red, and his indifferent face also showed a blush, which was completely opposite to his usual cold-faced Yama.

He stared at Ling Wu, then smiled slightly before saying, "If I knew which deity had performed such a feat, I would surely write an ode to praise that deity who caused even a Buddhist disciple to fall."

The East and the Paradise have a long-standing connection, but... it's a tragic one!

The reason is that the Pure Land is poor and sparsely populated, so the gods and Buddhas set their sights on the East.

Thousands of years ago, gods and Buddhas abducted many talented new gods from the land of the East, and that "abduction" was literally abduction!

In doing so, they would be even more despised by the gods!

So much so that when a large group of gods and Buddhas from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss arrived, not a single one of them even glanced at them.

Without needing to elaborate, Lingwu could imagine the scene at that time.

It must be the Eastern deities sitting at the head of the table, drinking wine and watching the dance, occasionally diverting their attention to comfort the gods and Buddhas who have come here.

However, this is limited to appeasement, and even that appeasement may be a sarcastic remark laced with barbs.

Yan Wang wanted to pour more wine, but Ling Wu raised her hand and took the peach blossom wine away, leaving him empty-handed.

When those imposing golden eyes were raised, a hint of confusion appeared.

“Drinking too much of my peach blossom wine will lead to trouble. Right now, there are many things piling up in the underworld, so you must not act recklessly.” Ling Wu looked at him with a faint smile.

After drinking, Yan Wang would subconsciously obey Ling Wu's words. At this moment, he nodded and no longer insisted.

He would just stare at Ling Wu while he was at his desk, until he sobered up.

This is also related to the reason why Ling Wu did not leave.

Once, she had to leave first, so Yan Wang turned the entire underworld upside down!

She had just returned from the small world when she was disturbed by the wailing and howling of a group of underworld officials and spirits, making her rub her temples.

Yan Wang, hunched over the table, concealed the tenderness in his eyes, leaving only a sense of bewilderment.

He and Lingwu were gods born in the world at almost the same time, but over the years, she has never had any true feelings for anyone.

And everyone who came into contact with her inevitably fell in love with her eyes and brows.

Even he gradually succumbed to this fate.