The ghost clan and the god clan have always disliked each other.
Seeing that everyone was in a heavy mood, Qing Wu was frank and honest: "Those were just my personal opinions. As a ghost, I naturally seize the opportunity to say bad things about those idiots in the sky~"
Everyone: “…”
Ye You chuckled and nodded in agreement: "Of course, the God Clan is nothing~"
Mu Ying breathed a sigh of relief. "I almost thought that all gods were heartless and bad people."
"Ghosts can be good or evil, so naturally gods can also be bad." Qing Wu shrugged, "But mortals have some misunderstandings about gods. Gods are gods, gods are gods, and immortals are immortals. The two are not the same."
Qing Wu roughly explained that the gods and ghosts were the same, they were all people who followed the rules in ancient times. Although the ghosts in the underworld were collectively called ghosts, they actually also had innate and acquired qualities.
Among the innate ghosts, only she, the Four Ghost Emperors, the City Spirit Mi Su, the Day and Night Ghosts and the Ten Kings of Hell belong to the innate category.
The so-called acquired nature means that after death, people turn into ghosts and are granted the title of underworld official by the underworld.
Similarly, the gods are innate.
Immortals are human cultivators who have achieved immortality and ascended to heaven.
As for immortals, there are two types: celestial immortals and earthly immortals. The most powerful celestial immortals only live in the thirty-first heaven at most, and the thirty-third heaven is the Heaven Palace.
As for the earthly immortals, there is nothing special about them. Most of them are from ten continents and three islands.
After hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.
"Basically, the gods will not descend to the mortal world, just like the great ghosts in the underworld. Even if they appear in the human world, they are still in their original form."
After all, if the real body arrives, the human world will not be able to withstand it at all.
Of course, Qing Wu is a rather special being; she is the incarnation of the consciousness of the underworld, and her true form is the underworld itself.
"Auntie!" Xiao Yulang tugged at Qing Wu's clothes with great interest: "You haven't told me which gods in heaven are friendly to mortals!"
"I know!" Luqiao raised her hands excitedly: "The God of Wealth! And Yue Lao! They must be friendly to mortals!"
Ye You burst out laughing.
Lu Qiao said awkwardly: "Isn't what I said wrong?"
Qing Wu pondered: "First of all, Yue Lao is an immortal. He holds the marriage book in his hand, so he can help mortals to tie the red thread or something."
"If we talk about the innate god who controls all the marriages of the people in the three realms, it has to be the Moon Goddess Yue Gu. She lives in the thirty-third heaven, and the three stones are in her moon palace."
When talking about the three-stone, Qing Wu curled her lips.
"Besides, the common people often worship the God of Wealth, who is a heavenly official bestowed by God and is ranked among the celestial beings. In fact, he is also an immortal."
She smiled as she spoke: "There are so many people worshipping the God of Wealth in the world, it depends on how many of them really make money."
Lu Qiao cried out, and wanted to cover her purse with heartache: "It's over, all the money I spent on offering incense has been wasted."
Qing Wu looked disappointed, and the others also laughed.
Qing Wu had rarely spoken so much today, and she was tired. She was afraid that her nephew would continue to ask questions, so she said briefly:
"The ancient Qing Emperor was the god of wood. The Qing Emperor clan governs the plants and trees in the world and has good intentions towards all living things. If you really can't sit still and want to worship a god, then worship the Qing Emperor."
After Qing Wu finished speaking, she quickly stood up and slipped away.
Yeyou also hurriedly followed and ran away.
Lu Qiao couldn't help but say: "Princess, you are confused. If we want to pay our respects, why don't we pay our respects to her and the prince in person? Why do we have to pay our respects to others?"
That's true, but Qing Wu's words today really opened the door to a new world for everyone.
The palace was bustling with activity, and the people in Dayong also spent the most unusual New Year's Eve.
This time, it was not the people in the capital who were most touched, but those in other places.
Nanling Mountains.
There were couplets being written in Qi Wang's study, and Gu Lingyue was grinding ink beside him. The couple smiled at each other from time to time.
"It's finished." The Seventh Prince put down his pen. When Gu Lingyue saw the four words 'Tuan Tuan Yuan Yuan' on the couplet, she couldn't help showing a sad expression.
Upon seeing this, the Seventh Prince subconsciously held her hand.
"Yue'er."
Gu Lingyue didn't wait for him to comfort her, and said, "I'm fine. It's extremely sad now. I just couldn't help but think of those two children."
The Seventh Prince was in a complicated mood, as it had been a long time since he had two half-human, half-ghost grown-up sons in the blink of an eye, and one of them had grown up directly into an adult.
Whenever he thought of it, he was still in a trance.
There is longing, and there is fatherly love. Sometimes when he dreams that his squinty-eyed eldest son calls him dad, the Seventh Prince cannot help but wake up from his dream.
Gu Lingyue said, after all, she had worked hard to make the day trip and night trip, so her love was naturally more pure.
When Qing Wu agreed to the Seventh Prince's request and exchanged ten lifetimes of life for staying with her, she had made it clear that she and the Seventh Prince were destined to have a weak relationship with their children, and it would be a pity for both of them to say goodbye for the last time.
"Husband, I want to send some things to the capital." Gu Lingyue felt a little uneasy. After she finished speaking, she shook her head again: "Forget it."
The Seventh Prince saw that she had been worried these days, and she refused to answer his questions several times. Thinking back to the time when Gu Lingyue had sewed clothes, shoes and socks for both children and adults, he realized that she was worried about her.
Thinking back to when he asked his subordinates to send gifts to the capital, she seemed hesitant to speak, how could the Seventh Prince not understand?
"I'll write to Xiaoyan and ask her. If it's not a big deal, we'll send it over."
"Yes!" Gu Lingyue nodded excitedly.
The couple smiled at each other. At this moment, the subordinate knocked on the door. After the Seventh King answered, the subordinate hurried in, looking extremely excited.
"Your Highness! They're here! His Highness Prince Yan has sent someone... No! He has sent the Heroic Soul Army to return the taxes!"
The Seventh Prince was startled for a moment, then overjoyed.
After Xiao Chenyan and Qing Wu bestowed titles on the Heroic Soul Army, the news spread throughout Dayong, and although some common people might not have known about it, the princes in various places all knew about it.
"Who is this person from the Heroic Soul Army?"
"Yes, it's General Lin Fanghe! General Lin has already passed by!"
The Seventh Prince and Gu Lingyue hurried out, and on the way they heard their subordinates talking about how the Heroic Soul Army entered the city.
That scene shocked everyone in the city.
The heroic spirits rode on their war horses and came in the air. Even if there were only ten of them, it was enough to shock everyone.
In the front yard of the Prince's Mansion, Lin Fanghe knelt down to meet his father: General Lin Qinhu.
The old general cried three times in this life, once when his old wife passed away, once when his son and 100,000 soldiers were buried in the northern border, and the last time was now.
He saw his son again, with death between them.
Ten pieces of paper are dead, ten pieces, a full ten pieces!
He never thought he would see her again!
Today, his son has returned and has become a heroic spirit.
Lin Fanghe was a Confucian general. In his memory, his father was tall and mighty before he died in battle. Ten years later, his father grew old, his face was full of wrinkles, and the hand that held the knife was broken, leaving him with one arm.
"Come back, come back!"
Lin Qinhu patted his son's shoulder heavily, and saw a man approaching the left prime minister, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, left prime minister."
The Left Prime Minister and General Lin were also old acquaintances. He shook his head. He had been amazed all the way, but after seeing the scene of the father and son reuniting, he was also filled with emotion.
He suddenly realized the other deeper meaning behind King Yan's decision to have the Heroic Soul Army go and return taxes to various places.
These soldiers were liberated from Wuyong and welcomed back to Dayong.
They were home, but not completely home.
On the eve of the New Year, families gather together, and heroic spirits also need to return home...
After ten years, they were finally able to see their loved ones in person.
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