"What are you doing? As an immortal, it is my duty to help the weak." Wang Yao hurriedly said politely to him.
"Lord Yue Lao, you are too kind. I have another reason for praying to you. If everything goes smoothly on my way, then there is nothing to say. But if I go and never come back, I hope that you can take care of my son, Fang Chengxian."
“After his mother was reincarnated, there was no news of her. If I leave again, I am afraid that he will be sent by the underworld to be reincarnated as a beast. In my previous life, I was a soldier and had few children. I especially loved one young son, but I did not expect that he would fall ill and die at a young age.”
"When I arrived in the underworld, I had this son. He looks very much like my youngest son from my previous life. In order to prevent him from being reborn as an animal, I have not married since his mother was reincarnated. I was afraid that if I had too many children, I would not be able to protect him."
"After all, the immortal serves in the Heavenly Court, and the Underworld has suffered a great calamity. This is a good opportunity for the immortal to show his skills. As long as the immortal performs great deeds, he can exchange a few words with the Reincarnation Path, and my son will surely escape the fate of being slaughtered in his next life."
"I don't even ask that he be reborn as a human. As long as he's a tiger, leopard, eagle, or hound, he'll have some ability to protect himself and won't be easily killed." The man in the green robe said, and then bowed solemnly to Wang Yao.
Wang Yao was moved by the man's seemingly calm words, which revealed his deep love for his son. He nodded slightly in response.
"Don't worry, if you really don't come back, I will definitely find a good place for your son."
"Thank you so much!" A smile bloomed on the green-robed man's face. He bowed deeply to Wang Yao, took a tiger-head token from his waist, and handed it to Wang Yao.
Wang Yao then applied another "glass" to him. The man in the green robe nodded to Wang Yao, and his figure flickered and disappeared. Meanwhile, Wang Yao, holding the tiger-head token, activated "Control the Earth" and hurriedly returned the way he came.
When they arrived at the place where the ghosts and Hui Shuo were, Wang Yao walked up to the group of men in green robes who had stayed there and asked who was "Shadowless". A thin ghost stood up blankly.
Wang Yao immediately took the tiger-head token from the green robe and explained his method of sealing the passage to him, asking him to send himself, Hui Shuo, and the ghosts who were willing to participate in sealing the passage to the various main paths.
"You mean, it's not enough to just deliver the ghosts; you also have to keep sending them back and forth to replenish their protective shields?" Wuying asked, frowning.
“That’s right. My protective shield only lasts for two or three hours. I’m afraid that if I don’t make it in time, it will not only harm the ghosts sealing the way, but also allow the corpse energy to rush in and poison the underworld,” Wang Yao nodded.
"How long do you estimate it will take for the corpse energy to arrive?" Wuying asked again.
"Two or three days, but the speed at which the corpse energy spreads is hard to say," Wang Yao said.
“It will be much easier in two or three days. You can try putting the protective shield on one of the ghosts first and see how long it can last. My teleportation technique is extremely energy-consuming, so I need to figure it out beforehand so I can make some preparations in advance,” Wuying explained to Wang Yao.
Wang Yao thought it made sense, so he simply called over the traffic ghost and put a "glass" on him. Then everyone left their original spot and headed towards the main road.
"Huang Sheng, I didn't realize you were so bold. You actually dared to disobey Lord Qingpao and save that monk from the underworld. Aren't you afraid that the underworld will send you to the eighteenth floor to suffer?" Wuying was familiar with the traffic ghost and laughed as he walked.
"That's why you faithless ghosts are the most terrifying. Aside from orders from above, you have no scruples whatsoever. You'd do anything without a second thought, no matter how heartless. Who is the Holy Monk? He was sent down by the Bodhisattva! You're afraid to go down to the eighteenth floor? Aren't you afraid the Bodhisattva will come after you?"
"Besides, do you plan to stay in this underworld forever and not want to be reborn as a human to see the world? Those adults in the creative group are all incredibly shrewd, each of them is obsessed with creating branching lives, and each person has hundreds of possible futures."
"Even without the protection of the Bodhisattva, having your umbilical cord wrapped around your neck in the womb is still a branch of life. You came back before you were even born, which is still considered being reborn as a human. Not only can you not enjoy the reincarnation insurance, but all the money you spent on auctioning your reincarnation quota has also gone down the drain."
"What I'm saying are minor matters. As ghosts, besides striving to climb the stairs every day, we should have some spiritual pursuits, right? We should find a way to escape that mundane life of climbing stairs and pursue some spiritual elevation, right?"
"Listen to what you're saying! All you do is spout 'lou lou lou,' it's utterly tasteless and repulsive. And look at my holy monk, look at his handsome appearance, all he says is 'Namo Amitabha Buddha,' do you understand? Do you understand what he's saying?"
"To be a ghost like you is a tragedy for the underworld. You attend training sessions every day, but you've learned nothing and still come to laugh at me? We profound ghosts who have transcended base desires are beyond the comprehension of you unprincipled and unprincipled fellows!"
Wuying never expected that his joke would lead to a barrage of complaints from the traffic ghost, who gave him a severe scolding.
The group of adoring ghosts cheered loudly, praising the traffic ghost for his extraordinary insights and unique understanding, truly deserving of the title "profound ghost".
"Lord Yue Lao, do you know if, besides the corpse energy invading the underworld, any other malevolent things have also sneaked in?" Wu Ying turned to ask Wang Yao.
"No...it seems we haven't discovered any other threats yet?" Wang Yao didn't understand the meaning of Wuying's question, so he could only give a vague answer.
"That's not right. Corpse energy only drives ghosts mad. Huang Sheng is clearly mentally deranged. He must have been poisoned by some other vicious and strange poison," Wu Ying said, shaking his head.
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