Xingyi did not use her spiritual power.
They were holding back their strength.
So you only hear a crisp sound, but there's not even a red mark left.
Luo Ci was so frightened that he seemed to have lost his soul. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "This subordinate knows his mistake. Please punish me, Dragon Lord."
"Since you know you're wrong, then tell me, where did you go wrong?" Xingyi asked, hands on her hips.
“I shouldn’t have overstepped my bounds,” Luo Ci said, bowing his head.
“You’re wrong.” Xingyi poked Luo Ci’s forehead repeatedly with her fin in anger: “Of all the dragon servants, you’re the only one with a blockhead.”
"Your subordinate is foolish and begs for guidance from the Dragon Lord." Luo Ci lowered his head even further.
At the same time, I felt very guilty.
If I were smarter, the Dragon Lord wouldn't be angry.
"I'm so angry!" Xingyi was so angry that her fish scales were bristling, but she still had to teach her own dragon servant.
After calming down, Xingyi patiently asked, "What did you want to say to Sister Tao just now?"
"This subordinate dares not." Upon hearing this, Luo Ci became even more nervous.
I realized I had overstepped my bounds.
That's why the Dragon Lord slapped himself.
"Say it," Xingyi commanded.
"Yes." Luo Ci pursed her lips, then closed her eyes, exuding a cool and noble aura: "I would like to ask the Peach Goddess to summon Meng Po to guide those souls."
After saying that, Luo Ci opened his eyes and became naive again: "I know I shouldn't have said more, I..."
"Okay." Yan Xi's branches swayed, and green ripples spread out.
Luo Ci's words were stuck in her throat, and she stared blankly at everything in front of her.
The next second, the void twisted.
A moment later, the sky was filled with large, fiery red flowers, a red that was also lonely.
A sandy road, a rolling river, and a stone slab bridge.
An old woman was standing by the bridge, holding a bowl of soup.
A large number of souls were summoned by her and are now lining up in an orderly fashion to drink Meng Po soup before stepping onto the Naihe Bridge one by one.
Everything is proceeding smoothly.
This was the third time Wukong had seen Meng Po. He was no longer shocked or afraid as he had been the first two times; now he was filled with curiosity.
He stared intently with both eyes, not even blinking.
But Niu Shanming, Lin Buhuan, and Jiang Sanzu were all meeting for the first time.
Niu Shanming was alright. After the initial shock, he stood respectfully to the side and bowed.
Lin Buhuan had already woken up when he returned to the courtyard, and now he stared at the scene in the sky, speechless.
Slowly, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.
Because he saw the Lin family members, including his grandfather, his parents, and his older siblings.
All of his Lin family members were present.
"Grandfather, father, mother..." Lin Buhuan cried out in anguish.
But they couldn't hear anything; they just lined up quietly, waiting to drink the Meng Po soup.
Xingyi landed on Lin Buhuan's shoulder and said, "They're dead, they can't hear your voice."
"But I saw them!" Lin Buhuan cried out hoarsely.
"After drinking Meng Po's soup, they enter the cycle of reincarnation," Xingyi said. "Meng Po is sending them to be reborn, so they will have good fortune in their next life."
The laws of nature in this world are damaged.
After a person dies, the soul quickly dissipates and cannot take form.
This is how Meng Po used her great magic to reunite those scattered souls, giving them the chance to be reincarnated.
For these people, it is indeed a blessing.
However, these souls, which are thus condensed, do not possess corresponding memories.
Therefore, even if the Lin family heard or saw it, they would not remember Lin Buhuan.
"Really?" Lin Buhuan immediately kowtowed repeatedly, "Thank you, sir."
Compared to Lin Buhuan's sadness and excitement, Jiang Sanzu was terrified, trembling with fear.
Everything in this courtyard was far beyond his comprehension.
He felt as insignificant as an ant at that moment.
Even if that demon were still there, even if he were still at the Immortal Realm, he wouldn't be able to put up a fight against it.
Jiang Sanzu continued to tremble.
In particular, he noticed that the souls in mid-air would glance in his direction, intentionally or unintentionally, before drinking the Meng Po soup.
Those glances revealed his icy coldness.
Indeed, those souls had no memory at all, and could not see Jiang Sanzu.
It was just driven by instinct.
Only after all the souls had drunk the Meng Po soup and crossed the Naihe Bridge did Meng Po put away the soup bowl and bow to Yan Xi.
"Lord Peach God, these souls have already been sent into the cycle of reincarnation. Is there anything else you wish to do?"
"That's all." Yan Xi swayed the branch lightly. "You may leave."
"Yes." Meng Po nodded, then bowed again toward Bai Qingqing's room, and slowly faded away.
Calmness returned to the air.
Jiang Sanzu was trembling like a leaf, his face as pale as a dead man.
Especially when Xingyi's gaze fell on him.
"M-Your Excellency, spare my life!" Jiang Sanzu stammered out these words, using almost all his strength.
Upon hearing this, Lin Buhuan's eyes immediately turned red, and he mustered his courage to say, "My lord, this demon has destroyed fifteen sects and slaughtered the people of two towns. He cannot be spared."
“You don’t have to die,” Xingyi said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sanzu was overjoyed, while Lin Buhuan turned ashen-faced and nearly lost control.
Fortunately, Wukong pulled him back at the crucial moment.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Jiang Sanzu kowtowed repeatedly, "I am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse, and to die for you."
“I don’t need to be your slave, I don’t need that thing. But right now, I happen to be missing something, would you be willing?” Xingyi asked.
“Yes, yes.” Jiang Sanzu nodded vigorously.
"Sister Tao, he agreed." Xingyi flicked its tail, looked around, and then transmitted its voice, "Sister Xue, Sister Xue..."
Li Xue slowly appeared, holding a small book, and sat on a branch of a peach tree. Without looking up, she asked, "What do you want with me in broad daylight?"
"We want to make another bamboo ball, and we need one of Sister Xue's medicine," Xingyi said, leaning closer and trying to please her.
“Zhu Ju?” Li Xue finally raised her head and glanced at Jiang Sanzu.
A golden glint flashed in his eyes.
Soul-searching technique.
After searching, Li Xue was so angry that she stopped reading the novel and threw it back into her spatial storage.
Then he took out a dark, round dumpling and stuffed it into Jiang Sanzu's mouth.
It's a little different from the pill I fed to Blood Raven before.
The Blood Raven one was dark brown, but this one is pure black, and it's a translucent black.
“This pill can keep him alive for ten years,” Li Xue said.
"Thank you, Sister Xue." After Xingyi finished speaking, she looked at Yanxi with a smile: "Sister Tao, we still need your help with the Zhuju matter."
“Xingyi’s idea is good. After all, the Blood Raven is a high-level monster, and not everyone can play with it freely. This old man’s level is just right, so the disciples of the Star Moon Sect can play with it as they please.” Ling Yuan, who had been silent until now, said lazily.
"Alright, then so be it." Yan Xi chuckled, and then green ripples spread out, and Jiang Sanzu was instantly shrunk countless times.
Jiang Sanzu was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.
Then they were woven into a bamboo basket, which was like a prison cell.
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