That's strange. People go to the underworld after they die, unless that woman didn't die.
Jiang Si had never seen anyone who could live forever.
"Aren't you wondering why we didn't come down?" Jiang Si asked.
The ghost messengers' expressions became inscrutable, and they gently shook their heads: "We don't know either, we only heard that the woman was an inner disciple of some sect."
"Alas, I heard that this romantic was the most talented person in the family. He could have risen to a higher level, but after this incident, the family fell into decline and lost its glory."
Jiang Si clicked her tongue.
Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but this woman's revenge is to kill their spirit and destroy their soul.
Looking at the person again, Jiang Si couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
Is there even a need to ask this?
If someone can make you wander alone in this underworld for hundreds of years, they must not love you anymore.
Jiang Si still tried her best to fulfill her role as Meng Po.
However, the ghost that had been lingering for hundreds of years suddenly appeared.
Jiang Si: Oh, a rare guest.
"You've finally figured it out?"
Fu Lanjun is quite a celebrity in the underworld. There are no secrets in the underworld. With so many people crossing the Bridge of Helplessness every day, almost all the older ghosts know about his infatuated love story.
Long ago, some people had seen Qi Shanqing.
The ghost, eager to be reincarnated, hurriedly advised, "Don't wait. She has been in seclusion for decades, and we don't know when she will come out again."
Later, someone else said, "Aunt Qi already has a Daoist partner."
The ghosts in the underworld that day all saw Fu Lanjun looking completely lost and distraught, her grief even surpassing that of the newly deceased ghosts at Wangxiangtai.
It's heartbreaking to watch.
Fu Lanjun nodded politely, not seeming too concerned about his own affairs. He asked, "I heard you're a very powerful celestial master in the mortal realm?"
Fu Lanjun was still wearing the clothes of the previous dynasty. Even though she had been in the underworld for hundreds of years, she was still a very elegant ghost.
With his clear and bright features and tall, elegant figure, he perfectly embodies the image of a noble young master from ancient times.
As mentioned earlier, there are no secrets in the underworld. Jiang Si nodded: "Yes."
"I'd like to ask you for a favor," Fu Lanjun said.
“Why should I help you? I’m a good person, but I don’t do all good things,” Jiang Si said.
She could tell what Fu Lanjun wanted; she could guess it without her having to say it.
After years of being hopelessly in love, all I still want is an answer.
He didn't believe that the vows made that year were ultimately just a cruel lie.
“I have lived in the underworld for hundreds of years, so I may know some secrets that Master Jiang wanted to know but was unable to,” Fu Lanjun said.
Jiang Si sized him up. "You're just a kid. What could you possibly know?"
“Even the smallest person might know something.” Fu Lanjun smiled politely, her eyes revealing no trace of guilt.
Jiang Si was somewhat impressed. It seemed that, apart from stubbornly waiting for an answer, he hadn't wasted his time in this mansion for hundreds of years.
“Okay, I’ll go and meet the person you’ve been longing for for hundreds of years for you.” Jiang Si agreed after thinking for a moment. “But if you dare to play me, I will erase all your memories, and you still won’t get the answer.”
Fu Lanjun smiled gently: "Master Jiang will definitely feel that it's worth the price."
Jiang Si shrugged: "But as you can see, I still have to work for a few more days."
Fu Lanjun smiled gently, her eyes sparkling with joy. Perhaps it was the answer that had finally come after so many years of persistence.
"It's okay. We've waited so many years, a few more days won't make a difference."
According to Fu Lanjun, Qi Shanqing's sect is Muyun Temple, the number one temple in the world.
Located on Liubai Mountain in the northwest.
Liubai Mountain is steep and dangerous. Many hikers want to conquer this mountain, but in the end they are conquered by it. They either stay there as fertilizer, or if they are lucky, they are rescued by the disciples of Muyun Temple and then thrown at the foot of the mountain.
Muyun Temple is dedicated to Yuanshi Tianzun. On the surface, it is a Taoist temple for praying to gods and Buddhas, but in reality, it also undertakes some of the functions of the ancient Imperial Astronomical Bureau.
The practice of divination and astrology has been passed down for so many years and is not merely feudal superstition.
The current abbot is Master Wuyou.
No one knows how old Master Wuyou was; those who do know have likely already passed away.
After finishing her part-time job as Meng Po, Jiang Si took a plane to the foot of Liubai Mountain.
Because Muyun Temple is quite efficacious, with many people coming to visit it.
The tourism services at the foot of the mountain are very well-developed.
After settling down and resting for a night, Jiang Si went up the mountain early the next morning with the elderly folks who were sincerely praying to the gods and Buddhas.
The elderly men and women each carried a stick of incense that was almost as thick as Jiang Si's wrist, and they went up step by step with sincerity.
Today is the fifteenth, and there are especially many pilgrims.
Seeing that Jiang Si was alone and empty-handed, the elderly couple couldn't help but ask, "What are you here for, young lady? Are you asking for wealth?"
It seems the older folks have been watching a lot of short videos. These days, young people are all about making money or getting rich quick.
Jiang Si smiled and said, "I'm here to ask for an answer."
Without caring about what others thought, he climbed up in three quick steps.
The elderly people exclaimed in surprise, saying they hadn't seen such a nimble young person in a long time.
When Jiang Si arrived, there were already quite a few worshippers inside.
Incense smoke wafted through the air, carrying the scent of ingot-shaped candles from afar.
A high platform was erected in the central courtyard of the temple, and a crowd of believers gathered below, all watching devoutly as the master made offerings. He chanted incantations and made ancient-looking steps while sprinkling water below from time to time.
It's unclear just how strong he was, but he managed to cover the believers seven or eight meters below the stage.
Truly, everyone receives the benefits equally.
The believers followed suit, kneeling down or putting their hands together in prayer.
If Jiang Si wasn't mistaken, this was a prayer to Heaven for peace and happiness.
Legend has it that this step is a celestial musical step, capable of communicating with gods and Buddhas.
However, perhaps due to her age, Jiang Si could clearly see that some key movements were missing from her steps, and it was hard to say whether this would allow her to communicate with the gods and Buddhas.
Jiang Si had nothing to do with praying to the gods.
She quietly slipped away and headed towards the backyard.
In comparison, the backyard was rather quiet and deserted.
As soon as Jiang Si stepped inside, a voice came from afar, growing louder as it approached: "Master Jiang Si has come from afar, I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner." The voice was strong and carried powerful magical energy.
The Taoists have a peculiar habit when greeting each other: they like to strike first.
A weaker one might even fall back several steps.
Jiang Si smiled, finding it interesting.
He immediately used the same magic to shout, "Junior Jiang Si has retrieved it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man with an air of otherworldly wisdom walked out of the courtyard.
His white hair was tied in a Taoist bun, and his goatee was also white. He wore the most ordinary Taoist robe and looked like an inconspicuous old man.
However, Jiang Si knew that this was probably Master Wuyou.
"Junior Jiang Si greets Master Wuyou."
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