Chapter 90 City of Rebirth
Time goes back to an hour ago.
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Zhang Ling thanked General Yin Yugill and went to the depths of the underworld alone.
Following the instructions that had been left deep within Nian Wuwang's soul, he soon arrived at a ghost town.
Looking from outside the city, the city is a thousand feet high, surrounded by gloomy air and black mist.
Letter: City of Rebirth.
There are two lines of large characters on each side, and one can vaguely feel a hint of Buddha nature.
On the left: What is me when I let go?
On the right is: Who will take it away?
There are ghost soldiers patrolling the city gate. They hold black spears in their hands, wear dark and gloomy iron armor, and their eyes are like ghost fires from the underworld.
"Stop coming here, do you have a token of passage?"
When several ghost soldiers saw that Zhang Ling was full of yang energy and had an immortal-like aura, they immediately became extremely alert.
There are too many Yangxian in this world. There were a few who bravely broke into the Netherworld Rebirth City and wanted to forcibly resurrect mortals, but they did not make these ghosts suffer less.
Therefore, when they saw Zhang Ling coming here, they all looked towards him as if they were facing a great enemy.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment and took out a token from his sleeve. Seeing this, the ghosts knelt on one knee and were immediately let go.
"Sir, you possess pure yang energy. Since you are entering this city of rebirth, can you conceal your presence? Not to mention that the ordinary ghosts in the city cannot bear it, even we feel a surge of pressure when we see you, and our eyes are like piercings."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling immediately remembered that he had come here in a hurry. He had displayed his power when confronting the Water Emperor of Nanjiang and the God of Duyang Lake earlier, and had forgotten to restrain his aura when going to the Netherworld.
He immediately concealed his aura to the extreme, but also thanked these ghosts and went straight into the City of Rebirth in his true body.
Although this city is a ghost town, its architectural layout is not much different from that of the human world.
There are endless ghosts walking around on the streets of the ghost market, but most of them are sitting in groups of three or four, setting up tables and chairs outdoors to play cards or chess, eat, drink and have fun.
Some ghosts even have other little ghosts serving them, which is similar to the local rich people in the human world.
Zhang Ling concealed all his breath, and these ghosts didn't pay much attention to him. They all played by themselves and were very happy.
As I continued walking inside, I heard a scream. I turned my head and saw a group of ghosts gathered together. In the middle of them was an old ghost with a big handsome maroon horse under his crotch. There were two delicate girls serving him. He was dressed in gold and silver, and looked very noble.
"Old Man Liu's descendants are truly filial!"
"Tsk tsk, what a virtuous and filial son."
"Ah, ghosts are more annoying than ghosts. After I died, my son in the human world never visited my grave, whether it was Qingming Festival or Winter Solstice, or burned paper money for me, let alone these things."
"Well, who says it isn't?"
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Zhang Ling heard and saw it carefully.
The handsome maroon horse under Old Man Liu's crotch was a paper horse, and the two girls beside him were also paper people. They were all burned from the world of the living, but they also entered this ghost town and turned into real objects that were almost realistic and lifelike.
A ghost floated out and said, "Old Ghost Liu, I'm afraid your son has burned a lot of gold ingots and paper money!"
Several ghosts nearby chimed in, "Hey, hey, there's a huge gold mountain at Old Ghost Liu's house! We saw it when we passed by today, and the golden light was blinding."
But Old Ghost Liu, who was sitting on a handsome red horse, shook his head and said, "I'm saving that golden mountain as a gift to the Black Mountain Ghost King."
The ghosts around nodded in agreement upon hearing this: "It's fitting that your son on earth is so filial. It would be unreasonable not to offer some of this as tribute to the Ghost King to bless your son's good deeds."
This was the first time Zhang Ling had heard of such a thing.
Relatives on earth burn paper money for the ghosts in the underworld, but the ghosts also have to share some of the money as tribute, so that the gods of the underworld can bless the good deeds of the mortals on earth.
He didn't bother with the trivial matters here. Now he had to focus on the important matters, so he strode forward and continued walking towards the deepest part of the city.
The further we went, the fewer ghosts there were. Soon we saw several teams of fully armed ghosts patrolling back and forth on the road leading deep into the city.
Zhang Ling took out the token, and the other party did not dare to stop him at all and let him pass respectfully.
As we walked along, the tombs became more and more magnificent. Some were even as grand and magnificent as imperial palaces.
This is not a place where ordinary ghosts can live.
He came to a tomb, which was indeed a mansion with an open door and ten entrances and exits. He saw from afar that Nian Wuwang's soul was leisurely and contented in the house, with several ghost officials beside him pushing a millstone to grind some food for him.
The stone mill looked extraordinary, more like some kind of magic weapon. The food ground out of it actually contained some spiritual energy. Not only was it a great tonic for ghosts, it was also beneficial to mortals.
A ghost messenger said to Nian Wuwang in a very flattering tone, "Your Majesty, King Pingdeng has arranged a reincarnation for you, and you will be born into a wealthy and prosperous family."
Nian Wuwang nodded without saying anything. His future path had already been paved. As long as he continued on his path safely, he would be included in the list of immortals and would have a promising next life!
A smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of my mouth, which really proves the saying: Misfortunes often lie behind blessings, and blessings often lie behind misfortunes.
"Nian Wuwang, you look so relaxed! You don't look like you're being judged by the underworld and about to go to hell."
A word came out of nowhere. This familiar voice made Nian Wuwang feel like he was falling into a cold pond. His whole body was cold and he began to tremble unconsciously.
“You…you…”
"How did you get in here?!"
Nian Wuwang's voice couldn't help but sound tearful, and he looked around but could not see any trace of the Water Emperor of Nanjiang and the God of Duyang Lake.
He really couldn't understand how Zhang Ling had followed him here.
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