"I'm poisoned by your words! I get angry just hearing you spew filth from your mouth. Holy monk, recite a passage of scripture for this skinny monkey, let him see what it means to be cultured, refined, profound, and faithful..." the traffic ghost yelled.
"No, no, no, my head hurts just listening to monks chanting. I'm a lowbrow guy who only likes dirty jokes. Let's skip the chanting, you can keep it to yourself," Wuying said with a smile.
"How dare you utter such vulgar words in front of the Holy Monk? You've offended his ears!" the traffic ghost shouted angrily, his face turning pale with rage.
The surrounding ghosts, who were clearly infatuated with him, shouted and accused Wuying of being vulgar and disrespectful to the holy monk. Wuying was dumbfounded. He had originally thought that the ghost was just arguing and playing around with him, but he did not expect that the ghost would actually turn on him.
Hearing this, Wang Yao felt a little guilty. Huang Sheng, the traffic ghost, was indeed poisoned, but not with the kind of poison others thought he had been poisoned with; it was his own red thread of fate.
He knew that those who were involved in unusual marriages were not very reliable. Huang Sheng must have been joking around with Wu Ying all the time. Otherwise, given that Wu Ying's cultivation level was higher than Huang Sheng's, in the strictly hierarchical Netherworld, he would have been kicked out of the building long ago.
Wang Yao secretly planned that once this matter was over, no matter how troublesome it was, he would have to sever everyone's marriage ties with Hui Shuo. Otherwise, if a ghost cursed a monk, all the ghosts would come to his defense. If he were to run into a narrow-minded ghost leader, wouldn't he be in big trouble?
The group of ghosts walked and bickered noisily. Wuying, however, remembered the matter. As soon as the protective shield on Huang Sheng disappeared, he nodded and told Wang Yao that the duration of "Liuli" should be around five hours.
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