Chapter 326 What? The owner of the house is working as a prostitute outside
The old monk urged, "Please go out quickly and don't keep His Majesty waiting."
Only then did Jiaying realize that in his other hand, he was holding Ji Wenyi's imperial edict.
"Yeah." As usual, he accepted his obligation without any joy or sadness.
Ji Wenyi's flying magic weapon looks like a towering fairy mountain. On top of the fairy mountain is a magnificent palace with pavilions and towers that look like a fairyland. If it flies at a low altitude, it will cast a huge and shocking shadow on the ground.
Yongning Temple agreed to cooperate, and Jiaying appeared in front of Ji Wenyi within the agreed time.
The magic weapon flew at full speed, jumping between one teleportation array after another, rushing to the ghost realm as quickly as possible.
The days on the road were boring, and the time spent worrying about Ye Xiaoman's safety was unbearable. In order to divert his attention, Ji Wenyi asked Jiaying to come over and play chess.
Jiaying had nothing he liked, nor did he dislike. When Ji Wenyi called him, he stopped meditating in the quiet room and came over calmly.
Ji Wenyi set up the chessboard and Jiaying sat opposite him. Ji Wenyi looked at Jiaying's weird appearance and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Jiaying refused to cut his long hair, as it would have made it difficult to move around if the hair dragged on the ground. In the end, he only agreed to have his hair cut short, leaving it at waist length.
The monk did not know how to comb his hair, and Jiaying lacked common sense, and did not know how to comb his hair into a bun, so he just let his long hair down.
He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, and when he lowered his head, a few strands of black hair fell casually on his chest. His eyebrows and eyes were as timeless as ink, and his figure was solemn and upright, as clean as a willow in the spring moon. He did not look shabby or strange, but rather handsome.
This is the look that other men in the Divine Realm don't want their wives to see.
Jiaying is not a talkative person. When playing chess with Ji Wenyi, he just places his pieces silently, and fallen flowers float on the chessboard.
While Ji Wenyi was talking with Jiaying, he observed his cold appearance. Jiaying broke the love vow and grew his hair back to secular life. Ji Wenyi admitted that he was a little surprised, as it was something he had not expected.
Ji Wenyi is not like others who hold a critical or contemptuous attitude towards Jiaying. He used to be able to do that, but now he is deeply in love and understands that there are some things in the world that cannot be resisted. It is fate and it has happened.
He even admired Jiaying's courage in sympathizing with another love-brained person.
"I didn't expect that the master is also a person of temperament."
Jiaying raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wenyi calmly.
Ji Wenyi promised again: "After you return to secular life, if you and your beloved settle down in the Divine Realm, you don't have to worry about Yongning Temple. I am willing to provide you with shelter."
Jiaying repeated: "Beloved one?"
Ji Wenyi said, "When are you getting married? I'll go over and have a drink at your wedding."
Jiaying shook his head: "Your Majesty, you are joking. I have no intention of getting married, nor do I have anyone I am interested in."
Jiaying picked up the hair on his clothes and looked at it, guessing that it might be his long hair that caused Ji Wenyi to misunderstand, but he inexplicably wanted to keep his hair.
Ji Wenyi suddenly stopped stroking the leopard beast's head. From Jiaying's confused expression, he cleverly guessed that the old man in Yongning Temple had cleared Jiaying's memory and turned Jiaying into a puppet who followed the rules again.
Ji Wenyi smiled. He was too lazy to get involved in the affairs of Yongning Temple. He was more willing to watch the fun from the sidelines and use the old monks' leverage to discuss future cooperation. He did not remind Jiaying and just smiled it off.
"I misunderstood the Imperial Master."
While Ji Wenyi and Jiaying were on their way, Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing arrived at the outskirts of the ghost world.
Sikong Qing arrived first, and Xiao Chujing met up with him later.
Sikong Qing brought along all the capable high-level demon cultivators from his Sikong family, loaded up ten flying boats, and had another hundred thousand troops on the way.
Xiao Chujing's only support at the moment is the sect.
Out of caution to avoid war, the sect did not want to send out all its forces, and instead sent a dozen cultivators, including the eldest senior brother and sister who had previously been to the Divine Realm to carry out the mission, to accompany Xiao Chujing to come and collect the people.
The supreme elders attached great importance to the nameless sword. In order to find Ye Xiaoman, they secretly gave Xiao Chujing a lot of attack talismans and infused him with a full-strength attack of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Thousands of monks gathered in front of the Ghost Gate with great momentum.
The black fog covered the sky and the earth, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. A city gate was faintly visible in the thick fog.
The city gate was also black, reaching heavenward, its length and width impossible to measure with the human eye. Every brick condensed with the resentment, hatred, and curses of the dead, as vast as the sea...
Sikong Qing was surrounded by his subordinates, his red clothes like a burning blood lotus, particularly bright in the black fog.
The eldest sister asked in surprise: "Ah Qing, where did you find so many helpers?"
Sikong Qing was reluctant to give up his job as a kitchen helper, hoping to rely on it to stay with Ye Xiaoman day and night in the sect. He cleared his throat and said, "It was me... my former benefactor who helped me."
The eldest brother was puzzled: "Why are they all demons?"
Sikong Qing responded swiftly: "Many demons have come out to serve as mercenaries."
"Heh." Xiao Chujing made a cold and mocking tone.
Sikong Qing was a prostitute for love, and he was happy to help him deepen his ugly impression of not observing male ethics. "When my brother fell into the dust of prostitution, he really served many good sponsors and accumulated a deep network of contacts."
The demon cultivators of the Sikong family had a subtle expression when they heard this. They wanted to despise him but didn't dare to. If today's incident were to get out, Sikong Qing would never be able to find a wife in the demon world.
"What! Master... have you ever been a duck, uh, engaged in poultry work?"
"Your father is innocent." Sikong Qing almost jumped up and slapped Xiao Chujing, but he endured it in order not to waste rescue time, "I have more people, listen to me."
Xiao Chujing held his sword, looked at the indestructible city gate in front of him, and talked about business, "What are you going to do?"
As a pure-blooded demon, Sikong Qing acted rudely and directly. He raised his long legs and kicked at the city gate, "Fight in."
There are four ghost gates in the ghost world, located in the east, south, west and north. Every year during the Ghost Festival, the gates are opened wide and the ghosts come out from there.
There are ten ghost kings in the ghost world, and the four most powerful ghost kings are each responsible for guarding a ghost gate.
They are now standing in front of the Ghost Gate in the west, which is governed by the Ghost King of the Five Yins Abundant Land and has the most unique rules.
The other three city gates are not open except on the Ghost Festival. This city gate will allow anyone who can pass the test of the eighteen levels of hell to enter the ghost world.
The difficulty is naturally very high. From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can pass through the eighteen levels of hell.
This is also the reason why the Ji royal family gave up the attack and turned to negotiate with the Ghost King in the East.
The Demon Realm was regarded as the culprit for stealing the Demon God's heart. Currently, the two realms are at odds with each other. Sikong Qing could not join forces with the Ji family to put pressure on the Ghost Lord, so he chose violence.
Xiao Chujing's idea was the same as Sikong Qing's.
The ghost world will never change the rules of its ancestors, and Ji's negotiations are doomed to be in vain.
"Beat the drum and present the letter."
Sikong Qing began to deploy his troops. A demon cultivator walked to the city gate, took down the bone hammer hanging on the Dengwen drum, and struck the drum that had been silent for a thousand years.
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