The subordinates thought about it again and again, and they all thought of relieving Cui Yu's worries and quietly throwing the thirteen immobile people into the Wangchuan River to destroy their bodies. Suddenly, they saw Zhong Kui stand up with a somersault.

After standing up, Zhong Kui was about to speak, but Wei Zheng, who stood up with him, spoke first: "Ahem, Old Zhong, we drank too much, didn't we?"

If they don't make an excuse that they were drunk, wouldn't they be laughed at if word got out that they were imitating a kid?

Zhong Kui didn't get Wei Zheng's hint and said to himself: "Kid, show me again how you turned your spiritual power into a fishing net?"

Seeing that Zhong Kui and the others had recovered, Yaya said happily, "You can demonstrate it again, but you have to tell this grandfather that you really can't move because you learned from Yaya how to fish for souls."

Zhong Kui patted his chest and said, "Of course I can!"

He walked directly in front of Cui Yu's subordinates, patted Cui Yu's subordinates on the shoulders with his palms as big as cattail leaves, and said angrily: "Old Xu, we really fell to the ground because we imitated this little Taoist priest. If you don't believe me, I'll imitate him again and show you."

All the conspiracies and tricks in Old Xu's mind were shattered by Zhong Kui's strange power, and also shattered his dream of getting promoted and getting a position like a judge.

Zhong Kui is the most straightforward of the four judges. He said that it was because of the young abbot that he was so weak that he couldn't speak, so that was definitely the case.

"Yes, yes, Lord Zhong, I believe it. I'll leave now." Old Xu looked respectful and secretly glanced at the other people's faces. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Look at how enthusiastic he is, but didn't he make a mistake and put himself on the blacklist of other officials? Old Xu, who was scared, patted his butt and ran away quickly.

Yaya watched Old Xu leave and looked at Cui Yu suspiciously: "He should believe us this time, right?"

Cui Yu nodded slightly, staring at the little girl at his feet, squatted down and asked seriously: "Little girl, who is your master? Did he teach you this soul-retrieving spell?"

"My master is an old Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple." Yaya answered very seriously, "The magic is something Yaya came up with herself. If you use a fishing net to catch fish in the river, you should also use a fishing net to catch souls in the river."

"So that's how it is." Cui Yu paused, "It's not a spell your master taught you, but it's also because your master taught you well. Do you remember your master's name?"

"Name?" Yaya shook her head. "No, Master said he doesn't have a name."

"You really don't even know your master's name?" Cui Yu asked again, not giving up.

Yaya nodded silently.

She remembered that after she was old enough to understand, she seemed to have asked her master what her name was. Just like she was called Yaya, Ah Hua was called Ah Hua, and A Ba was called A Ba, there must be a name.

But the master said: "With or without a name, I am still your master. You just need to know me as your master."

Cui Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure that the little kid really didn't know, and guessed several people in his mind.

But neither is right.

The little kid is only three and a half years old. No matter who his master is, there is no way he can salvage souls in the Forgotten River like this without having his spiritual energy absorbed by the river.

Cui Yu thought of another thing about Yaya, which was the memorial handed over by the City God of North City.

It is said that Yaya can free the souls of people who committed suicide and allow them to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. The souls of people who committed suicide are still living in Fengdu City, waiting for their turn to be reincarnated.

Two things happened in succession that broke the rules of heaven and earth. The master of this child...

Cui Yu didn't dare to guess anymore, and his expression became gentler: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't know your master's name. I heard that you are here to look for the lost soul of your little apprentice?"

Yaya nodded again and pointed at the Wangchuan River: "Yaya did some fortune-telling, and the result is that your emperor and Yaya's little disciple are related to the Wangchuan River, but we have been walking for so long and salvaging for so long, but we haven't seen them."

When she thought of this result, Yaya felt a little discouraged.

Could it be that she forced the fortune-telling and the results were wrong? When Yaya was thinking this, Zhong Kui, who was standing next to her, squatted on the ground like Cui Yu and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up, little master, try your magic of turning spiritual power into a fishing net again."

Seeing that Zhong Kui was so anxious, Yaya showed it to him again.

The soul fished out this time still did not include that of the little disciple.

Yaya gave souls to those who could still be saved as usual, and let them leave. She looked at the water of Wangchuan River and sighed: "It seems that the signboard of Sanqing Temple is really going to be smashed by Yaya this time."

She had promised to complete the soul of her young disciple, but now she got nothing. How would she face her young disciple and his great-grandfather when she returned?

The sadness of the little kid made Cui Yu's eyes tremble.

He looked at the silent Ten Kings of Hell and his two colleagues and said, "Since the young master is here to find half of my disciple's soul, we in the underworld will naturally do our best to help. Don't you agree?"

Everyone present had been the underworld gods for so long, and they had also experienced being hit on the head with a big stick, so how could they not understand what Cui Yu meant? This little girl couldn't say the name of her master, but she could stir up the water of the Forgotten River to fish out the souls in it. No matter who her master was, they couldn't afford to offend him. Such a big Buddha came, what else could they do if they didn't treat him well?

"Since it's only half a soul, it doesn't necessarily mean we have to look for the other half."

Prince Qin Guang smiled at Yaya.

As one of the Yamas, King Qin Guang has a face with a nose that is a nose, eyes that are eyes, and a mouth that is a mouth. No matter from which angle you look at it, one can only say: the facial features are all there, but one cannot say that the face is good-looking.

Especially when he smiles, his mouth becomes particularly big, as if he can eat a child.

Yaya hadn't looked carefully before, but when she saw it now, she was so frightened by King Qin Guang's face that she clutched her clothes tightly with her little hands.

No wonder the statues of the King of Hell in the human world all look so fierce, the King of Hell really scares children. In comparison, among all the Yin gods present, Cui Yu is still the one that Yaya likes.

So, Yaya quietly moved closer to Cui Yu, grabbed Cui Yu's clothes and talked to King Qin Guang: "Grandpa, do you have any other way to save my little apprentice?"

King Qin Guang: "Yes, yes. Our underworld is a place where ghosts gather. Naturally, there are some treasures related to souls."

When he said this, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Young Master, why don't you go sit in the Yama Palace, and we can have a good chat over some tea."

Yaya could see that Prince Qin Guang wanted to have the kind of relationship between adults that her master had talked about.

But Yaya didn't want to delay any longer, she had been in the underworld for a long time. Good things were done, bad things... bad things shouldn't count, right? Anyway, I just wanted to go back to Sanqing Temple as soon as possible.

"Yaya doesn't want to drink tea or water, and wants to go up early, so grandpa, can you finish your words quickly? If saving my little apprentice's soul costs money, Yaya has a lot of gold ingots here, you can buy them."

When Yaya said she wanted to buy it, she spoke in a very arrogant tone.

Anyway, the gold ingots used in the underworld are all made of paper, so they won’t spend the little treasury she has saved.

When the other Yamas heard that Yaya wanted to buy it with money, they all shook their heads like rattles.

How can I let Yaya spend money on this good opportunity to sell favors? Give it to her, give it to her in large quantities! (End of this chapter)