Chapter 37: If the underworld eats it, it can’t eat us. …
Li Zhou was a little puzzled.
She had never practiced seriously, but fear always flowed into her body.
If this continues, her kidneys will become the hardest part of her body.
Would it be too biased?
Thinking of this, Li Zhou knocked on the mask of the God of Joy in dissatisfaction: "Why are you shaking?"
The mask of the God of Joy, which was desperately spitting out infant spirits, shook even more violently after being hit.
The master's wife looked up at the increasing number of infant spirits, heard their sobbing cries, and her face became paler and paler.
Every time during the wishing ceremony, when she exchanged one baby spirit for three wishes, she felt reluctant, but as the ceremony went on, the reluctance faded.
Infant spirits are infants who died young. Most of them cannot speak and died suddenly not long after they were born.
Since we are already dead, why can't we make full use of it and make the living live a better life?
With this idea in mind, Master's Wife never considered herself to be an evil heretic, nor did she ever think that there would be a day when she would meet the infant spirit again.
These children cannot speak and have forgotten how to cry. After staying in the mask of the God of Joy for a long time, they have a smile on their faces that never changes.
Most people don't like crying children, especially other people's children.
Ma Daolu thought of his little granddaughter who had to be held in his arms to fall asleep and would cry loudly as soon as she was put on the bed.
Lu Yao remembered that as soon as her nephew arrived at her house, he would rummage through the drawers and cabinets to find something delicious and fun.
Shi Yishan was a lonely man, and when he occasionally saw his colleagues' children, he just thought they were noisy.
Everyone who thought they would like children to not cry or make a fuss, at this moment, looking at these smiling babies, got goose bumps.
These infants were covered in scars, their souls corroded by the mask of the God of Joy, but they seemed to feel no pain, only joy and happiness.
The master's wife was a spinster and every month she would give some steamed buns to the beggars on the street.
These little beggars were either orphans or disabled and abandoned by their parents. They were picked up by gangsters and taught some sneaky tricks. They hung around in casinos, teahouses, restaurants, etc., making a living by picking money bags, cutting purses, breaking into houses, and crawling under cars. Once they were caught, they would be severely beaten.
And if they are asked to mend their ways, not to mention that they have no other skills to survive, the boss who collects the share behind them will not give up.
Normally, if you fail to steal the specified amount, you will be beaten and kicked. What about trying to escape control and sever ties with them?
The master's wife felt sorry for the difficult lives of these beggars and often helped them.
Beggars always kowtowed to her and called her Bodhisattva Grandma.
The master's wife always felt that she didn't care about these false reputations.
When I saw these infant spirits today, I suddenly felt a chill.
If those beggars knew that their way of making a living was to sell the souls of these children to evil gods, would they still continue to call her Bodhisattva Grandma?
Would they be so scared that they would never dare to eat her food again? Would they ask her in confusion why she did that?
The children, with smiles on their faces, didn't ask anything, but the master's wife seemed to have the deepest fear in her heart dug out. She backed away again and again until her back was pressed against the wall, but she didn't stop.
She kept shrinking back, her eyes sweeping across one childish face after another. The dusty memories were forcibly torn apart by an invisible big hand, and the children's smiling faces were replaced by crying faces in her memory.
Some of the children who could already speak had begged her not to dedicate themselves to the God of Joy.
"Isn't that Chong'er?" A ghost figure beside the human-skin drum suddenly said, "Chong'er, do you still remember me? I'm the third brother."
The girl he called turned her head. She was less than three years old, one of the oldest among the infant spirits. When she saw the third brother, she smiled even happier. The illusory little person with a missing arm ran towards the ghost: "Third brother, why are you here too?"
Halfway through the run, an invisible suction force came from the mask of the God of Joy, sucking the insect back to the vicinity of the mask.
The third brother stared at the mask behind her in a daze, then glanced at the human skin drum beside him, and two lines of tears rolled down his face unconsciously.
When other ghosts complained to the jailer, he did not speak. When the Zhu family members cried out for injustice, he did not speak either.
Now, he bowed to Li Zhou and said, "I, Mo Shuping, humbly ask Mr. Xue to severely punish the criminals in Zhu Mansion."
When he raised his head again, Mo Shuping's face was covered with tears, and he burst into tears: "My dear gentlemen, you may not know that before Chong'er died, I had a heart disease. A Taoist priest came to my house and asked her if she was willing to give her heart to my third brother. Although she will not live long, she can let my third brother live..."
He choked for a long time and couldn't continue speaking. Everyone looked at him silently until he calmed down.
The ghost wiped his imaginary tears with his sleeve, stared at his mistress, and continued, "Chong'er allowed me to live ten more years. What's hateful is that the heart she left in my body was discarded by these barbarians. What's even more hateful is that our family has been burning the eternal lamp for ten years, but we didn't expect that Chong'er could no longer find her way home."
Mo Shuping said word by word: "Is your loyalty written on the soul of an innocent child?"
This question was like a heavy hammer that shocked the master's wife and drained all her energy and spirit away in an instant.
The master's wife murmured, "I... don't know..."
Chong'er didn't understand why the atmosphere was so solemn. Her memory stayed at ten years ago. She looked at her third brother again and again, and said in confusion: "Is the third brother suffering from a heart attack again? Can't you exchange my heart for mine?"
Mo Shuping, who was holding the wooden railing, trembled slightly, and then he kowtowed to Li Zhou again and again.
A gentle force lifted him up.
When he raised his eyes, Lord Xue appeared in front of him.
Master Xue said thoughtfully: "Do you still remember what the Taoist priest who taught you how to change your heart looked like?"
Mo Shuping was stunned, wondering why Lord Xue suddenly asked about the Taoist priest.
Ma Yong frowned slightly and looked at Li Zhou who was thinking about something: "Did Brother Xue find something?"
Li Zhou nodded and said, "I have a feeling that this matter may be related to the group of Taoists who practiced cultivation and responsibility that you mentioned."
She couldn't explain where this premonition came from.
But Li Zhou felt that it should not be a random association.
She herself was still not very confident, but Ma Yong's face had already become serious. He said to Mo Shuping: "If you still have any impression, you must describe the Taoist's appearance truthfully. Maybe... everything that you and Chong'er encountered..."
Halfway through his speech, Ma Yong paused and did not continue.
Mo Shuping didn't know that there were people in the world who specialized in using other people's suffering to practice.
Since both adults asked questions, he tried hard to recall what the Taoist priest looked like.
Lu Yao was skilled in painting, so she immediately fetched paper and pen and drew the Taoist's appearance according to his description.
Li Zhou glanced at the person in the painting. Ten years ago, he was not lame and had a very handsome face. Although he was a little different from Cui Wangsun from Guanshan County, some similarities could be seen in his eyebrows and eyes.
Li Zhou said, "It's him."
Ma Yong closed his eyes, sighed, and ordered the jailer to take Mo Shuping away and interrogate him carefully about what happened ten years ago.
Mo Shuping was reluctant to leave at first, and looked at Li Zhou for help: "Xue Qingtian, are you going to let it go just like that, Zhu Mansion used Chong'er and the others to exchange for wealth and glory?"
Obviously, in his heart, among the adults present, only Li Zhou was trustworthy.
After all, if she wanted, she could wrap the whole Sizhou into a pancake and swallow it with just one mouth. Mo Shuping thought, why should she lie to or coax such a powerful person?
Li Zhou looked at the infant spirits vomited out by Chong'er and other gods of joy, and said to those who could communicate, "The Zhu family used you to worship the god of joy, and now they have been arrested. Before you reincarnate, you can tell me the punishment you want."
The children looked at each other. Even though they were swallowed into the mask of the God of Joy and their souls were being ground and sucked away, they were young and thought that everyone was like this and were used to smiling in pain.
They had no idea how horrible the ordeal they had gone through was, nor did they have any imagination of torture. A few older children discussed it for a long time, then raised their heads and said, "Let's take their house and use it to help orphans."
Chong'er glanced at Mo Shuping and recalled, "I learned from my third brother that we should take care of our own children as well as other people's children."
Everyone in the Zhu Mansion waited for a long time in fear. When they heard these words, they raised their heads and looked at the children with bright smiles, and were speechless for a long time.
The master's wife leaned against the wall dejectedly, also without saying a word.
Li Zhou first said, "Okay." He agreed, then looked at Ma Yong and repeated, "Love your own children as well as other people's children."
Ma Yong's eyes flashed with reluctance, he smiled bitterly, cupped his hands and said: "All the money seized from the Zhu Mansion will be used to adopt orphans and build an orphanage."
Everyone in the Monster Hunting Bureau had complicated expressions. The money that had gone into their pockets was taken out just like that.
But when they met the children's eyes, they felt that even if Master Xue was not around, they could not take the money.
The victim's wish had been fulfilled, so Li Zhou began to work on the task of liberating him.
Mo Shuping didn't expect that Chong'er could actually reincarnate normally, and he became much more energetic.
The other ghosts beside the human skin drum were even more excited. The woman who cried about being sold by her uncle bravely asked, "Will they suffer as animals in the next life?"
How could Li Zhou know about the afterlife? She secretly flipped through the Complete Explanation of Talismans, looking for spells for communicating with the underworld's ghosts, and said in a big way, "I'll let the Lord know."
If it really doesn't work, burn some paper money as a bribe.
Having accompanied two leaders in succession, Li Zhou’s self-confidence has skyrocketed and he is not at all inferior in terms of social skills.
The woman blinked, and her first reaction was to suspect that she had heard it wrong.
Who dares to talk directly to the King of Hell about reincarnation?
Including Ma Yong, everyone watched Li Zhou cast the spell in silence.
She looked at the reactions of the people in the Monster Hunting Division and said cautiously, "Sir..."
The ghost floating beside her covered her mouth and looked at the scene in front of her with trepidation.
I saw Lord Xue holding the pen presented by the demon hunter and writing eight words on the back of Chong'er's neck:
Fruit Fasting Qi Eight Evils Taili*
Then he let the insect sit cross-legged with eyes closed, chanting: "Entangled by sins, the soul is bound to the underworld, suffering enough, will violate the human way, and be born among animals, or birds and insects, and will be difficult to regain human body. He sinks into this state without knowing it, because his ancestors were confused about the truth, and suffer this reincarnation. With a compassionate heart, I split into two bodies to teach and enlighten you, and descend to the world in my incarnation..."
As she chanted, a solemn and august city gate appeared and disappeared in the prison. No boundaries could be seen above, below, left, or right. Only vague flags could be seen waving and miasma filled the air.
All the people and ghosts could not help but step back and look up at the towering city gate that was half real and half virtual.
Li Zhou patted Chong'er and asked her to open her eyes. Then he took the other children and walked towards the city.
She had just taken one step when she suddenly felt a strong repulsive force, as if someone was trying his best to resist her spell.
The children slowly disappeared along with the city gate, as if fading away.
Li Zhou stopped where he was and was gently pushed away by the disappearing city gate.
A piece of paper flew down from the sky, circling and landing in the hands of Li Zhou, who was confused.
She looked down and saw only one line of words:
"The Netherworld Ghost House, living people are not allowed to enter."
As soon as Li Zhou frowned, another line of tiny calligraphy appeared below the words:
"The Lord has already agreed to your request, so there is no need for you to come in person."
Although he didn't know what was written on the note, Ma Yong, who had already noticed the speed at which the gates of the underworld were closing, thought silently: To what extent has this Sect Master Xue, who came from the Flower-Fruit Mountain, reached that even the underworld is so afraid of him?
He didn't know that Li Zhou was still feeling regretful: Why wouldn't the underworld let her go?
She also wanted to see if there was the legendary Book of Life and Death.
Of course, she was just taking a look and would never do anything to the Book of Life and Death.
Muttering to himself, Li Zhou sent the remaining ghosts that had nothing to do with the case to reincarnate. He then picked up the mask of the God of Joy and walked towards the soul of the dog-barbarian on the other side.
Let’s take it back later while no one is eating it, Li Zhou thought with a sense of public morality and glanced at the obedient masks.
She was really frugal and considerate of others. She was afraid that others would see her vomiting after eating or eating after vomiting, which would make her feel uncomfortable.
Although the dog-barbarian people were far away and could not see clearly, they could clearly feel the opening of the gate to the underworld and understood Li Zhou's powerful magical power that could communicate with ghosts and gods.
The leading dog-barbarian stared at Li Zhou, his whole body filled with ferocious anger, and said viciously: "What do you want to do? Mahakala will never let you go!"
Hearing this name, Li Zhou asked politely: "Is Mahakala the god you believe in? Can you tell me where he is?"
The masks she held in her hands showed joy. Was she going to eat the big one? Then did she not have to eat the small desserts?
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