Chapter 134 An Unintentional Incident at Zuo Yin Inn...

It is said that the headquarters of the Demon Suppression Pavilion in Shengjing is a nine-story tower that traps demons and hides spirits. Each floor is a gathering place for cultivators from all over the world, making it a place that people yearn for.

Perhaps because of this headquarters, the branches of the Demon Suppression Pavilion in other states are mostly located in high-rise buildings, and the highest point is often the private residence of the Demon Suppression Envoy.

At this moment, on the highest floor of the Demon Suppression Pavilion in Qingzhou.

The soft clinking of teacups sounded behind him. Ji Shaowei, standing on the platform, chuckled softly. He didn't speak, but clicked his tongue inwardly.

"If a blind man boils tea, he might scald himself to tears and no one would even notice."

Fang Buyan closed his eyes and gently curled his lips. He didn't speak, but Ji Shaowei heard his reply in her heart.

"I thought you left your heart there after your trip to the Li family, but it seems you still have half of it left and remember to come back."

"Hiss, Fang Buyan, you..."

Ji Shaowei turned to look at him. The young man's peach blossom eyes were full of annoyance. He knew it. Coming to see Fang Buyan was exactly the same as coming naked. It was very annoying.

Fang Buyan smiled. He closed his eyes, yet skillfully brewed water for tea, his movements slow and deliberate, his demeanor calm yet profound.

Ji Shaowei waited in his heart for a while, but Fang Buyan's voice did not come. The young man simply stepped forward and sat down opposite him.

"Didn't Sister Lian Miao say that a distinguished guest was coming? I rushed back, but I can't find her anywhere."

The water gurgled softly, accompanied by Fang Buyan's sigh.

"They've already left."

Ji Shao raised an eyebrow, and the young man smiled. "It's rare to hear you change your tone. Who exactly is this person?"

Fang Buyan lightly folded his sleeves, reached out to check the temperature of the water, and as the tea slowly brewed, Ji Shaowei's expression gradually changed.

"Demon Suppression Pavilion, Heartless."

"Shaowei, she is looking for me, listen to her heart."

Wu Xin, the leader of the Demon Suppression Pavilion, is the only person Fang Buyan can do nothing about in this world. She is truly special in this world, a person with two hearts free from worries.

A heart born of exquisite beauty, a nameless stone bestowed by heaven.

Yesterday, she stood in front of Fang Buyan.

She spoke softly.

But Fang Buyan heard it, he heard it.

The world is about to descend into chaos.

...

Deep in the Tai Mountains.

Wait a minute, the two of them quickly knelt down and cried, burying their heads in the ground and trembling.

Hurry up: "Slow down, slow down, this woman is serious, waaaaah..."

Wait a minute: "Tight, we're going to be in big trouble!"

The woman in green looked down at the two ferrymen chattering on the ground, and suddenly smiled.

“I have no intention of making things difficult for you. I never thought I would come out of Fengdu alive.”

Wait a minute. He looked up shakily at the woman and said helplessly, "Miss, why do you do this..."

Suddenly, a chilling wind howled, the Yellow Springs surged, and a merciless killing intent struck their hearts. "Wait!" they cried, finally bowing their heads. Faced with the threat of their souls being annihilated, they had no choice—

Standing on the other side of the river, gazing at the blooming red spider lilies in the distance, the woman smiled.

"Thank you for pointing me in the right direction."

...

Tears welled up quickly, and when he finally looked up, the woman's figure had already become a tiny dot, blending into the long line of ghosts.

"Wait, won't she be discovered?"

Wait a minute, she sighed silently. "You initially thought she was a ghost... Who knew she was so powerful?"

"But,"

He quickly glanced at him and then said, "Beyond the Yellow Springs is the Hall of Yama, where judges reside. How could you not recognize it?"

"Heh, that's why you don't study properly! The judge can check the Book of Life and Death, but he's weak. If King Yama isn't here, that woman can definitely pass through the Yama Palace... However, she definitely can't get past Zuo Yin Inn. Meng Po is both wicked and strong, who can beat her?"

"Oh... wait... who's stronger, Yama or Meng Po?"

"...Well, in theory, the nine Yama Kings are the strongest, but in reality, Yama Kings can be replaced. Over the years, there's only been one Meng Po..."

"Wow... then why doesn't Meng Po get replaced?"

"...Who knows! You're not studying properly, and you're not even looking for your soul! Oh my god! Hurry back, or the ghost will find out!"

"Don't hit me! You're so annoying!"

"Hey, let's float!"

...

Fengdu, by the Naihe Bridge, Zuoyin Inn.

In the ghost realm of Fengdu, legend has it that when a soul crosses the Yellow Springs, it first kneels before Yama, the judge, and receives the final verdict. Then it steps onto the Naihe Bridge, where a bowl of Meng Po soup erases all memories of the past. In a daze, the sound of the River of Oblivion surges, and the soul floats lightly across the bridge.

Red moonlight, like drowning water, October is peaceful, then cries out.

If one is destined to remain here and does not wish to be reborn in the afterlife, one can stay in the endless darkness and become a ghost cultivator, quietly cultivating and learning new things, without entering the cycle of reincarnation.

...

"What's going on today?"

Huang Xiang stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the tightly closed doors of Zuo Yin Inn. He scratched his head, then turned and cursed at the group of ghosts.

"What are you doing! Quiet down, all of you! I'm taking you to be reincarnated soon!"

The deep, rough voice rang out, and the row of ghostly figures behind him quieted down considerably, waiting to enter the inn for some soup.

Huang scoffed, looking at the tightly closed door with a puzzled expression. A few seconds later, a laugh came from the side, "Old Huang! Why don't you go in? Even ghosts are blocking the way."

Huang turned around and saw an old acquaintance, Lan Si.

"Little Blue! You brought a ghost with you too?"

They were ferrymen from the same cohort and were partners back then. However, they separated as they gained more seniority and ended up working in different areas. They haven't seen each other for many years.

In the Fengdu system, ferrymen initially worked in pairs—mutual supervision to ensure progress, mutual neglect to slack off, and mutual dismissal.

However, once they have the qualifications and strength, they can become independent ferrymen, managing a jurisdiction on their own.

Lan Si smiled slightly, "Yes... today is..."

Even ghosts are blocking the way, why won't Zuo Yin let us in?

Huang wanted to say "Hey," and pointed to the main gate on the left.

"Look, I don't know what's wrong with Meng Po today, she won't open the gates on time. I have to finish my business here and go back to the human world to collect ghosts, and there are also some new ferrymen's assessments. I'm so anxious!"

"No way!"

Lan Si frowned, "I've never seen Meng Po close the gates in hundreds of years... Should I go back to the Yama's Palace and ask?"

Huang thought, "Okay, why don't you go first, and I'll keep an eye on the ghost for you."

Lan Si nodded, waved his hand to signal the ghosts on his side to stand in line, and then said to Huang Xiang, "Take it easy. These ghosts of mine aren't very old. I'll be back in a bit, so keep an eye on them."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and go! Don't you know I'm on a mission? Hurry up, or another ferryman might bring a ghost!"

As they were talking, and seeing that it seemed like more ghosts were coming from behind, Lan Si quickly headed towards the Yama's Palace. In the human world, they could teleport, but in Fengdu, they could only walk obediently.

Huang Xiang looked helplessly at the group of ghosts in front of him. He waved his hand to make them stand in a neat line so that no new ghosts would come from behind. If they blocked the road and caused trouble, Yama would blame him.

With a sour face, he solemnly organized his own team, then turned around and began adjusting Lan Si's group. "What are you doing, chatting about yourselves again!"

"Be quiet. Go into the inn later and enjoy your soup. Don't resist. You'll be a hero again in your next life."

"Hey kid, stand still! If you get lost here, no one's going to look for you!"

Too many ghosts are a problem, especially some that keep talking incessantly. It's obvious they didn't have enough to say before they died, and they keep chatting with other ghosts, as if they want to tell them about their ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Brother! I'm scared! Am I really dead? Waaaaaah!"

Huang walked up to a noisy little male ghost, bent down to look at it carefully for a few moments, and then said seriously,

"Yes, he's really dead."

The judge's mark is still there. Eight-year-old chubby boy, trying to push his friend down to show off, ended up hitting his head on the ground and dying. He'll probably be a skinny guy with a flat forehead in his next life.

Little male ghost: "...Waaaaah!"

"Don't shout."

Huang frowned, clicked his tongue a few times, and in an instant, a sinister aura emanated from the scene. Combined with the blood moon in the dark night, the little male ghost sat down on the ground, trembling with fear, but he certainly didn't dare to cry anymore.

Lan Si is always soft-hearted towards children. This child is already eight years old. Who is he pretending to be?

As Huang was thinking this, he saw two more ferrymen arrive behind him, each leading about ten ghosts who were preparing to be reincarnated today.

They first greeted each other from afar, then upon seeing the line of ghosts, one of them walked over and asked, "What is Meng Po doing today?"

Huang shook his head. "The gate isn't open yet. A ferryman has already reported it to the King of Hell. Just wait!"

As they were talking, the ghosts' ranks became somewhat chaotic without them realizing it. There was no way around it; some people had died once and felt they were afraid of nothing, yet they were afraid of everything again... Before they knew it, some were missing from the ranks, and some were adding to them.

Huang squinted, scanning the piles of ghosts.

Before long, he walked up to a woman with a peach blossom in her hair and said, "It's June in the human world now, where did you get this peach blossom in your hair?"

The woman smiled, showing no sign of panic, "Flowers possess a spirit, and can bloom even in December."

Huang looked her up and down. With such looks and such demeanor, even he couldn't see the judge's verdict. She must have been a person of great status in her previous life. Well, she was probably brought here by the ferryman.

Just to be on the safe side, he figured he should ask. Thinking this, he turned around, about to call out—

"I don't want to be reincarnated...I don't want to be reincarnated!"

"I don't want to be an animal! I don't want to! I won't be reincarnated!"

"I don't want to be here! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

A male ghost who was originally quiet suddenly started causing trouble among the ghosts. He looked completely mad and scared, constantly muttering "I won't reincarnate, I won't reincarnate, I'll be reborn as an animal" and running around in the ghost crowd, as if he wanted to run to the dark distance.

It didn't matter that he was scared himself, but his shouting made all the ghosts panic.

The area was already a bit congested, and with that male ghost causing such a ruckus and running around in a bunch, the group of ghosts were thrown into chaos, pushing and shoving, shouting and crying, as if this eerie place had suddenly gained some "human presence".

The ferrymen exchanged glances, contemplating using their magical artifacts, but fearing they might harm innocent ghosts and disrupt their future lives, they hesitated. Finally, the male ghost, driven mad like a bull, broke free from the horde of ghosts.

"It's so noisy."

A faint, cold, ghostly voice echoed, and a chilling aura instantly erupted. Before anyone/everyone could even hug themselves for warmth, they heard a cry of "Ah!"

The male ghost causing the disturbance had a contorted face, staring intently at his disappearing body, feet, calves, thighs... step by step, until finally, he vanished like a wisp of blue mist beneath the blood moon.

"Bang!"

With another slam of the door, the ghosts shuddered, the eerie blue mist dissipated, and a mysterious red light flickered.

In a daze, I heard the ghostly voice chuckle.

"Come in."

"Today's guests."