Chapter 70: Going to the underworld. Isn’t this professionally relevant?
It was late at night, and a full moon hung in the sky, emitting a soft and clear light.
Yuan Jirui, who had traveled eight hundred miles specifically to find the sword, looked down at the drawing drawn by Hong Zhu, and then glanced at the crystal jade spring pool not far away. Under the moonlight, the surface of the pool was sparkling, and broken snow was gushing in the center of the pool, and a fresh air blew in his face.
This spring is indeed exactly the same as the one drawn by Hongzhu, and the name of the spring is Bailian, which is indeed worthy of its name.
It is not surprising that such a mysterious and spiritual place could produce a magical sword.
However, according to Hong Zhu's reminder, there is a crocodile monster near the spring, who is always guarding the magic sword in the spring and wants to take it for himself.
Before leaving Xili Mountain, Mo Zhe Xing Can forged a magic sword for Yuan Jirui. At this moment, she unsheathed the scabbard from her back and walked straight towards Bailian Spring.
Since you are a sword cultivator, you should move forward courageously. How can you stop because of a big monster?
The surroundings were silent. The closer they got to Bailian Spring, the colder and colder it became. The horse behind him was no longer willing to go forward. It neighed and stopped where it was, raising its head and pulling the reins back.
Yuan Jirui found a crooked tree, tied the reins to the trunk, left the horse behind, and walked forward alone.
The air was filled with the spiritual pressure of a great demon, and the fishy smell was so strong that it was sickening. The hairs on Yuan Jirui's body stood up, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly instinctively. The next moment, he remembered the figure of his master.
The swordsman Gongsun Ying's unbending back like pine or cypress and his unstoppable sword energy completely met all her imaginations of a swordsman.
She didn't know why Hei Wuchang called her Shaofujun, and she didn't want to go against her conscience because of things in her past life. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she had a fatalistic premonition that she should become a swordsman.
Yuan Jirui clenched the sword in his hand and recalled the image of his master. He unexpectedly achieved the effect of visualizing the statue of a deity in some sects. The fear in his heart suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by an endless supply of courage.
She came to the Bailian Spring under the spiritual pressure. Strangely, the crocodile monster still did not show up, allowing her to lean over and look at the bottom of the spring.
The moonlight was so bright tonight that she could easily see the sword lying quietly at the bottom of the spring through the ripples on the surface of the pool.
The first time she saw the sword, she felt it was strange.
It's so weird.
In such a clear spring filled with spiritual energy, there actually lies a sword that is completely black and exudes a strong aura of death.
From the ultimate life, the ultimate death is born.
This breath of death seemed to be able to annihilate all things and dominate the survival of all living things, as if... it was death itself.
What is even more strange is that this aura of death is not cold and cruel. On the contrary, it makes people feel a kind of compassion, a compassion that gives life a home and allows the dead to rest in peace.
This feeling made Yuan Jirui feel a sense of intimacy and familiarity, as if she had met her teacher. She frowned and stared at the pitch-black sword. Her head ached slightly, as if she was trying to remember something.
A fishy wind blew towards the back of her head.
She came back to her senses with a start and subconsciously swung her sword back, barely blocking the huge crocodile monster that suddenly appeared in front of her.
The spirit sword creaked as it was bitten by the crocodile monster. Yuan Jirui silently circulated his spiritual power, and a stream of sword energy flowed out of his body and exploded the moment it was directed into the spirit sword.
--boom!
Li Zhou opened the "Jade Cave Hundred Refinements Earth Emperor Sutra" and found that the doctor's skills, in addition to treatment, could also communicate with the underworld.
The clever Li Zhou understood it immediately. Since there was no cure, he went to the underworld to have a friendly exchange with the soul-catcher to see if there was any hope of his return to life.
Li Zhou had tried to open the gate to the underworld before, but failed to get in. The Lord of the Underworld might be a socially anxious person and didn't like dealing with strangers.
But now, the dead have been resurrected collectively, things have gotten out of hand, and he can no longer hide even if he wants to.
This time, Li Zhou decided to use the method in "Jade Cave Hundred Refinements Earth Emperor Sutra" to open the door to the underworld.
Li Zhou took out a sickle and an axe from his storage bag... No, he took the wrong things again. They should be incense sticks and paper money.
For some reason, she was always eager to try out sickles and axes.
Everyone who was worried suddenly put their minds at ease. After all, they were going to find the Lord of the Mansion, so they didn't have to start shouting and killing right away.
Chu Shen and other Fangshen believers hurriedly took the incense and candles, and according to Li Zhou's instructions, they lit them one by one and placed them where they should be.
Green smoke rose in the hall and candlelight illuminated Li Zhou's face. She was just about to begin the ceremony described in the scriptures when a cold wind appeared out of nowhere, swirling and blowing out all the incense and candles.
Li Zhou:?
Chu Shen and other Fangshen believers stepped forward without her command and relit the extinguished incense and candles.
Li Zhou opened his mouth and prepared to start the ceremony for the second time. A gust of cold wind appeared out of nowhere again, circled around the hall, and blew out all the incense and candles again.
Li Zhou: ???
The temperature in the dilapidated temple dropped to freezing point in an instant. The air was so stagnant that it was impossible to breathe. Everyone was terrified and looked at the expressionless Li Zhou without even breathing.
Just as Li Zhou raised his hand and everyone held their breath, a scholar in white clothes who called himself Mei Tang and followed the God Lord Wenchang Xingjun stepped forward and said with sweat on his forehead, "Master Immortal!"
Li Zhou looked back.
You better be okay.
Mei Tang bowed and said, "Master Immortal, I was mistakenly detained by the underworld officials three years ago. After returning to life, I was given the title of Living Death and a job in the underworld. Master Immortal and the other seniors, if you want to investigate the resurrection of the dead, I can use the underworld certificate to pave the way for my soul to leave my body, go to the underworld, and enter the ghost house to find out the truth."
Yin Chan couldn't help but ask, "If you have this ability, why didn't you say so earlier?"
If we were to wait any longer, who knows what extraordinary things the Immortal Master, who has been rejected repeatedly, might do. We don't even know if our small bodies are strong enough to fill the gaps in the Immortal Master's teeth.
Mei Tang smiled awkwardly and carefully looked at the Immortal Master's expression.
The kind-hearted Li Zhou didn't want to cause trouble, so he nodded and said, "Then try your method."
Mei Tang breathed a sigh of relief. While taking the Hell Certificate, he reminded them, "After your soul leaves your body and enters the underworld, it may cause your mind to become unstable and you may recall all kinds of events from your past lives. Don't panic then. When you return from the underworld, those memories that shouldn't exist will naturally fade away."
Seeing everyone nodding, he took out the underworld certificate, blew a breath of air upwards, and his body suddenly fell down. His soul flew out from his head, and there was a wooden stick in his hand.
Everyone only heard a loud thud as Mei Tang's forehead hit the bluestone brick, leaving a large bump.
Yin Chan was stunned: "Scholar, why didn't you remind us first?"
Witch Lu said: "Listening to this sound, I'm afraid I'll have a headache for several days."
Mei Tang was about to say that he was used to it. Whenever he had to go on a mission, he would leave as soon as the underworld official gave the order, so he never had time to settle his body properly.
Li Zhou took out the medicine bottle: "It's okay, I happen to be a doctor."
Mei Tang: “…”
Mei Tang, who was floating in the air, regretted his decision and said hurriedly, "I have thick skin and flesh. It's just a minor injury. There's no need for the Immortal Master to help me."
Li Zhou put away the medicine bottle with regret: "If you have an unbearable headache when you come back, you can tell me."
Mei Tang swallowed his saliva, nodded dryly, and asked everyone, "Who else wants to go to the underworld together?"
This wording is indeed not very auspicious, but everyone's psychological endurance is now much better than before, so they don't feel scared at all.
Witch Lu smiled and said, "I haven't exercised for a long time."
Yin Chan said, "I want to follow Dr. Tan."
Just as Gong Daopan was about to speak, the demon hunter Yu Miaoluo stepped forward and said, "We need to leave a few experts behind to protect our bodies, lest any more ghosts and zombies come after us."
After Yu Miaoluo finished speaking, she volunteered, "Master Daopan, please let me go."
Gong Daopan glanced at her and knew that she was afraid that he would go to the underworld. The remaining people in the temple would not be able to suppress evil with good, so he thought for a moment and nodded.
The escort Song Gang gave his men some instructions, then clasped his fists and said, "Although I don't have the magical powers of the immortal masters, I do have some basic martial arts skills and some brute force, so perhaps I can be of use to you."
In this way, the candidates to go to the underworld were decided. Mei Tang held a wooden stick and hit Lu Shenpo, Yin Chan, Yu Miaoluo, and Song Gang on the shoulders twice. They fell down one after another, and their souls left their bodies.
However, Witch Lu and Yin Chan were caught by Chu Shen and other Fangshen believers. Yu Miaoluo was protected by the demon catcher, and Song Gang was supported by a group of bodyguards.
In contrast, Mei Tang's body, lying on the cold ground with a big bump on his forehead, looked particularly miserable.
Mei Tang: “…”
Mei Tang looked away sadly, and when he met Li Zhou's gaze, he shuddered and could no longer care about his own body: "Master Immortal, I'm sorry."
He stretched out the wooden stick and tapped Li Zhou's shoulder lightly.
Li Zhou's body shook, and the shadow under his feet suddenly swayed left and right as if blown by a strong wind.
The human-shaped shadow seemed to be unable to hold on and spread out in all directions. The crazy and chaotic aura was almost like a rising tide, ready to submerge the entire ruined temple.
Everyone was horrified, while Chu Shen and other Fangshen believers were fanatical, kneeling on the ground, as if they were welcoming the arrival of the Lord God.
In the simulator, the talent of "beginning to take on a human form" flashed rapidly, restraining all fluctuations that exceeded the human shadow.
Li Zhou's soul flew out of his body and his body sat cross-legged like a solidified statue.
She doesn't even need anyone to help her and can sit as steady as a mountain.
Li Zhou put his hands on his hips proudly, but he didn't notice that everyone was quietly wiping their sweat.
After a pause, Mei Tang held the Netherworld Certificate in his hand and said in a deep voice, "My Lords, follow me now!"
He just picked up the souls of Lu Shenpo, Yin Chan, Yu Miaoluo and Song Gang with the wooden stick in his hand.
Li Zhou thought that this scholar was too unreliable. Why did he always lose things?
She jumped lightly and jumped behind Song Gang, sat down cross-legged, and said leisurely, "Everyone is here, let's go."
Song Gang quietly moved his butt forward. Yu Miaoluo glanced sideways and then understood and moved forward to make some space.
Mei Tang picked up the wooden stick and took a step forward. The underworld certificate emitted a faint light, and the next moment, the group of people disappeared in the air like an ink painting.
Gong Daopan looked deeply at the people with their eyes closed, and led the demon hunters to silently guard the door of the ruined temple.
A chilly wind blew through the hall. She took out a stick of incense and lit it. A bit of scarlet incense emitted wisps of green smoke in the darkness, but it was never extinguished by the chilly wind.
…
"Tan Zhao, let's draw a lot."
Li Zhou blinked and looked at Xie Lingwei and Tan Zhao in front of her. Oh, she understood that when entering the underworld, she would recall things from her past life.
It seemed to be lunch time. Most of the students had just finished their meal and were basking in the sun on the balcony. There were few people in the classroom.
Xie Lingwei has been obsessed with fortune-telling recently. He has tried all kinds of divination, including tarot cards, Liu Yao, and the Book of Answers. Today, he dug out a lottery box from somewhere and shouted that he wanted his friends to draw lots.
Tan Zhao looked at Li Zhou helplessly, shook the stick tube casually, and took out a bamboo stick from it.
There was a line of poetry written on the bamboo stick:
"You are buried in the abyss, and my head is covered with snow."
Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean?"
Xie Lingwei hesitated and couldn't answer for a long time.
Tan Zhao said, "The last time you read my fortune, you predicted that there would be a bloody disaster in a thousand years, and today you predicted that 'you will be buried in the abyss and my bones will be destroyed, while I will live in the world with my head covered with snow'. Could it be that I owed you money and you are calling me out here?"
Xie Lingwei was also very depressed, muttering: "Isn't this your own fault? Don't worry, if your hair is really covered with snow, I will be responsible for burying it in the spring... Did you change your shampoo recently and get dandruff?"
"Really?" Tan Zhao suddenly became nervous. "This is my unique secret recipe, it can promote hair growth. Could it be that the side effect is dandruff?"
"Let me take a look..."
Seeing Xie Lingwei sticking his head out and pushing aside Tan Zhao's hair to take a closer look, Li Zhou's eyes fell on the lottery stick tube and he drew one out of curiosity.
The two stopped catching fleas from each other and looked over at each other: "What did you draw?"
Li Zhou opened his palm and saw a line of poetry written on the bamboo stick:
"On a night of lingering snow in the chaotic mountains, a lonely candle lit and a stranger in a strange land."
Tan Zhao looked at Xie Lingwei: "What does this mean?"
Xie Lingwei touched the back of his head: "Maybe it means that since we are all gone, Jingzhen is working alone in another place and feels very lonely."
Tan Zhao's expression changed slightly: "Can you say something auspicious every day?"
Xie Lingwei laughed: "It's a thousand years later anyway."
Tan Zhao nodded: "Yes, yes, I will be in great danger when the time comes. My grave will be dug up by others, right?... The land price is so expensive now. If I really die, my ashes will be scattered in the sea. Who wants to spend money to buy a grave?"
…
"Talk about the miracle doctor, talk about the miracle doctor..."
Yin Chan's anxious shout suddenly pulled Li Zhou back from his memories of his previous life.
She blinked and saw Yin Chan, Witch Lu, Yu Miaoluo, Mei Tang and Song Gang all looking at her with concern.
Already reached the underworld?
Li Zhou raised his head and looked at the towering city gate not far away.
The city gate is majestic and solemn, with no visible boundaries around it. Flags on the city walls are waving and the air is filled with miasma.
There was a plaque hanging on the city wall, with a line of golden characters on it:
【Luofeng Tianbei Road Sanyin Netherworld Ghost House】
Yin Chan, Witch Lu, Yu Miaoluo, Mei Tang and Song Gang all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Li Zhou was in a stable mood. They were really afraid that the scene of the shadow dispersing just now would happen again.
They already understood in their hearts that when the Immortal Master was no longer willing to retain his human form, the fun would get really big.
Li Zhou didn't know why, but he still felt depressed when he thought of the two fortune sticks in his previous life.
She raised her foot and walked towards the gate of the underworld. Perhaps the negative energy of the underworld affected her. She thought, she should finish her business quickly and return to the world of the living.
Bask in the sun and get rid of bad luck.
The group hurriedly followed her pace, and just as they reached the city gate, they saw a notice falling off the city wall.
A gust of cold wind blew the notice in front of everyone. Song Gang raised his hand to catch it, unfolded the wrinkled yellow paper, and saw big words written in red pen.
The first sentence is:
"The Lord is suffering from a serious illness that has been difficult to recover. I have issued a notice to recruit good doctors. If you can cure the disease, you will be rewarded handsomely."
Song Gang was horrified: "The Lord of the Mansion can also get sick?"
Li Zhou quickly took the notice. Isn’t this a match for his major?
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