Chapter 148 King Zhou mentioned the poem again and said that Fuli followed Dizang...
After Fu Li left Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he went to see Lu Ya, and with Lu Ya's introduction, he visited the King of Fengdu and the Ten Kings of Hell.
The two races of Lich and Warlock once fought each other to the death, and after they perished together, they served in the underworld together, and their relationship became much better.
Perhaps the calamity had passed, his mind was clear, and he no longer had any hope of dominating the prehistoric world. With the desires gone, his mind naturally became peaceful.
Lu Ya and the Ten Yin Marshals represented the demon race, the Emperor of Fengdu and the Ten Kings of Hell represented the witch race, and Fu Li represented the human race and the three Xuanmen sects. The three parties held talks to discuss a network connecting the underworld and the prehistoric world.
"Don't worry about the cell phone issue. We have a dedicated R&D team in Mount Emei. As long as we give them time, they will soon be able to develop a new product that adapts to the spiritual energy of the underworld."
Not everyone here has been to the prehistoric world, but all living beings in the three realms will go to the underworld after death. Even if they don’t know everything about the new things that have emerged in the prehistoric world, they have at least heard of them.
Like Lu Ya and the King of Hell of the Fifth Hall, they are the best at accepting new things. When they went to Honghuang on business, they bought a mobile phone and tried out its wonderful uses.
Unfortunately, after entering the underworld, although the signal was not interrupted, the phone screen suddenly went black and it could not be used no matter how I fiddled with it.
At first I thought my phone was broken, so I planned to go to a specially designated outlet to get it repaired next time I went out.
I hadn't expected that the moment I left the underworld, my phone, which had been black for ages, would automatically start up. I tried to operate it, but nothing happened. It was still running smoothly.
Then they realized that the problem was not with the mobile phone, but with the underworld.
As for whether it was because the spiritual energy in the underworld was different from that in the prehistoric world, they were actually not sure. The reason why Lu Ya said that was because after discussing it, they felt that this was the most reliable guess.
Now that the three parties have officially sat together to discuss this matter, Lu Ya and the King of Hell of the Fifth Palace no longer conceal anything and spill the beans on everything.
Fu Li nodded repeatedly and smiled, "The specific reasons will naturally be handled by professionals. The Underworld only needs to provide the venue. Once the research results are out, Emeishan will set up three sales and repair outlets in the Underworld. If the Underworld needs our help to solve employment problems, we can also consider it."
The Emperor of Fengdu and Lu Ya looked at each other, and thought of the ghosts in the City of the Dead who could not reincarnate and had nothing to do, and felt that Fuli Yuanjun was really thoughtful.
Lu Ya said, "If you can help solve some of the employment issues, the underworld is willing to provide free space."
"Okay, that's a breeze!" Fu Li said. "I'll go back and bring the technicians over right away. Next time I come, I'll bring the contract with me. It's in quadruplicate. Besides the three of us each holding one, I'll leave the last copy with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and ask him to guarantee it."
She came to the underworld with Lu Ya's token, and naturally someone reported it to Lu Ya after she entered. She didn't bother to cover her whereabouts, so the higher-ups in the underworld naturally knew that she had visited Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva after entering.
Therefore, when she heard that she wanted to ask Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to be her guarantor, no one was surprised and they all agreed.
The character of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is well-known throughout the underworld. Even though Lu Ya hates Western religions to the core because of his nine brothers, he cannot lie and deny the noble character of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
The goal was achieved. Fu Li knew that they would definitely have to negotiate among themselves, so he tactfully stood up and said goodbye without disturbing them any further.
Lu Ya stood up and said, "I'll take Yuan Jun out."
Fu Li smiled and said, "Okay."
After the two of them left Fengdu Fenglou, Lu Ya took the initiative to ask, "A few days ago, a very young evil ghost came to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's place. It is said that the child has a history with Yuanjun?"
To be able to say such things, they must have done some special research. This wasn't some big secret that needed to be hidden. Fu Li nodded and said, "Yes, he's a disciple of my uncle from the same sect. When he was young, I taught him for a few years on his behalf."
Lu Ya smiled and said, "Yuanjun really has the demeanor of a senior sister."
"I'm not willing to teach just anyone," Fu Li said with a smile. "It's mainly because Uncle Taiyi treats me very kindly, and Nezha himself has excellent character. If I had someone less than ideal, I wouldn't be willing to teach him."
Lu Ya smiled and said, "Yuan Jun is frank."
Fu Li said, "I am frank in front of you, brother, because I think you are someone worth associating with."
Even putting his status aside, Fu Li observed with a cold eye that Lu Ya's character was quite upright. It seemed that even after the demon race was destroyed, Nuwa and the two demon saints, Yingzhao (Ox-Headed) and Chitie (Horse-Faced), had tried their best to give him a good education.
Lu Ya was a little surprised: "Does Yuan Jun really think so?"
"Of course. I think I have some judgment on people and I won't be wrong about you."
She felt that she had only said an ordinary sentence, but Lu Ya's reaction was extremely excited, and she was almost at a loss.
Seeing her surprise, Lu Ya explained calmly, "You may not know, Yuanjun, I made a serious mistake when I was young, but someone else paid the price.
Over the years, although the people around me have never said a word of blame, I know that they have always remembered that incident. The reason they don't blame me is because I am the only remaining blood of the demon royal family.
"Really? Are you overthinking it?"
Fu Li recalled the attitudes of the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons and the Ten Dark Marshals, especially their attitude towards Lu Ya. Their attitudes were indeed contradictory, but there was absolutely no malice in them.
It is an attitude that is a mixture of the kindness of an elder and the respect of a subordinate. Almost every important minister who is entrusted with the care of the young lord will have this kind of contradiction to some extent.
However, as the young ruler grows up, some powerful officials' feelings will gradually degenerate. Unable to let go of the power in their hands, they will become wary of the young monarch; some will remain the same, but cannot avoid the young emperor's suspicion.
Powerful officials, especially those entrusted with the care of an imperial son, rarely have a good ending. This is the reason.
Lu Ya shook his head and said sadly, "I can feel it, it can't be wrong."
Fu Li thought to herself: But why do I feel that your feelings are unreliable?
She recognized Lu Ya as a friend, and did not want any internal problems to arise at this critical moment in their cooperation with the underworld.
Therefore, she straightened her expression and sincerely suggested, "Communication through language is ten times more accurate than guessing based on feelings. I think you have a misunderstanding with them. It would be best to communicate privately."
They've raised you since you were little, and their affection for you is definitely deeper than you can imagine. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them directly."
Lu Ya sighed, "My feelings for them are deep, aren't they? It's precisely because of that deep feeling that I don't dare ask. I'm afraid that if I ask, it will hurt their feelings."
Fu Li said speechlessly, "You'd better not feel anything, and don't be afraid. Listen to me, if you don't ask anything, you will hurt their feelings."
Seeing hesitation finally showing on his face, Fu Li struck while the iron was hot: "There are so many elders in my sect, from the three saints to the uncles, and there is not a single one who dislikes me. Believe me, no one knows how to get along with elders better than me."
"Then...let me ask?"
"Ask, of course you have to." Fu Li offered him advice. "Which of your elders is the most humble and who gets along best with you? No one knows better than you. Just ask that one."
As long as he asks one person, he will communicate with the rest, which is equivalent to asking everyone.
Lu Ya's hesitant expression became firm: "Okay, I'll find a chance to ask when I get back."
After so many years of avoiding it, it's time for a conclusion. Even if the conclusion is bad, it's better than being stuck in the same place.
He looked at Fu Li deeply and thought to himself: He is worthy of being the King of Men, with such a resolute character and such a clear vision.
He sent the man all the way to the gates of hell, and had to stop just when he was about to leave the underworld.
"Yuanjun, I have no errands to attend to, so it's not appropriate for me to leave the underworld without permission. I'll just send you here."
Fu Li said, "Fellow Daoist, please go back. I will be leaving soon."
The two said goodbye to each other. Fu Li turned around and walked out of the ghost gate, but Lu Ya stood there until he could no longer see her back, then he went back with a heavy heart.
Although he had made up his mind to ask, he still had to think carefully about how to ask and who to ask.
Those with strong personalities are not acceptable, those with bad tempers are not acceptable, and those who are good at beating around the bush are even less acceptable - if you want to ask, ask clearly, he doesn't want to go through any more guessing.
After thinking it over and over again and eliminating all the candidates one by one, he finally set his target on General Yugill, who had the mildest temper and the most generous heart.
General Fish Gills is actually a shark. He was once a great demon in the Demon Court. Later, he followed the Tenth Prince into the underworld and transformed into General Fish Gills, one of the ten great demon commanders.
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After Fu Li left the underworld and was about to fly to Emei, he suddenly received a message.
It was sent by Wen Zhong. He told Fu Li that the day before yesterday, King Zhou went to the Nuwa Temple to burn incense after being repeatedly reminded by Prime Minister Shang Rong, but suddenly he was under a spell and wrote poems on the walls of the temple to blaspheme the saint.
All the civil and military officials in the court were shocked and begged King Zhou to erase the obscene poem. However, King Zhou argued that the poem only expressed his respect for Nuwa.
Seeing that they could not persuade him, they had to let him return to the palace. Prime Minister Shang Rong and Ya Bi Gan took the initiative to stay, asked the temple priest for water, and wiped off the obscene poem with their own hands.
Wen Zhong was not in Chaoge at the time, but was leading his troops to conquer the Guifang. This news was passed to him by his disciple Huang Feihu. After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, so he sent it to Fu Li.
This message was sent nine days ago. At that time, Fu Li was in the underworld, the mobile phone communication was interrupted, and the reception was delayed.
Seven days ago, another message was posted, saying that after Shang Rong and Bigan left, the obscene poem that had been erased reappeared on the wall.
However, Huang Feihu was cautious. After escorting Emperor Xin back to the palace, he turned back to take another look.
Seeing that the poem was still there, Huang Feihu was shocked and hurriedly wiped it off with water.
He was still worried and stayed in the Nuwa Temple until it was completely dark. The temple keeper urged him not to stay any longer, so he left.
But when I went to see it the next day, the poet was still on the wall, without any trace of having been wiped.
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