Chapter 85 Meng Po Soup, Want Some?
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Feng Jin sent a wisp of golden light leading a faint purple current of energy away from Jiang Yubai's soul.
The golden light, drawing in the purple aura, ignored the barrier and plunged directly into Chen Yuepo's body.
Shen Yuepo felt a warm power surge into his body and rush straight to his sea of consciousness.
She could even feel that her long-standing cultivation bottleneck was beginning to loosen under the nourishment of this power.
Feng Jin withdrew his hand, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
He looked down at Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing, who were still embracing, and said calmly:
"Go. The ghost messengers will guide you into the cycle of reincarnation."
"Thank you for granting our request, Your Majesty!" Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing kowtowed deeply once again.
Two ghost messengers stepped forward, their attitude becoming much more respectful, and led the two slowly out of the main hall.
Silence returned to the temple.
The barrier quietly disappeared.
As Shen Yuepo felt the power brought by the wisp of purple energy within her body, she looked at Feng Jin with a complex expression.
He not only gave Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing a happy ending, but also gave her an unexpected and generous gift.
Feng Jin looked at Chen Yuepo and suddenly asked, "Was I right before? With your temperament, you are suited to cultivate Buddhism."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She sensed the sarcasm in Feng Jin's words.
A Taoist master who should have been slaying demons and ghosts repeatedly felt compassion for the souls of the dead.
"You too," Shen Yuepo replied with a forced smile.
Golden light shimmered in Feng Jin's eyes, and a meaningful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I am..."
He lightly raised his fingertips, and a wisp of ghostly flame bloomed in his palm, "A god who has mercy on all living beings."
Bathed in the glow of that cluster of eerie blue flames, his handsome face was half-lit and half-shadowed, as if a mixture of divinity and demonic nature.
Shen Yuepo gazed at him, suddenly recalling the ancient records about the Emperor of Fengdu—
They are both deities who hold the power of life and death and guides who lead the souls of the dead.
Just then, an untimely cell phone ringtone broke the silence of the temple.
Shen Yuepo was slightly taken aback and looked down at the phone in her hand.
An unfamiliar number was flashing on the screen.
Receiving a phone call from the human world in this underworld temple? The feeling is just too eerie.
She glanced at Feng Jin subconsciously.
He was looking down, his long fingers swiping something on the screen, seemingly oblivious to the commotion on the other side.
Shen Yuepo pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
The moment the call connected, Madam Shen's voice, trembling with tears, came through:
"Moon Spirit! Moon Spirit! Is that you? You finally answered the phone! You scared Mommy to death! Are you alright? Where are you? Why couldn't I get through to you? Tell Mommy where you are, and Mommy will come pick you up right away!"
Shen Yuepo's gaze, which had loosened slightly due to the purple energy entering her body, instantly froze.
“Madam Shen,” she began, her voice completely calm.
"I have severed all ties with the Shen family. From this day forward, I, Shen Yuepo, am no longer your daughter. Do not attack me again."
After saying that, without waiting for any cries or explanations from the other end of the phone, she hung up and blocked the number.
Only after doing all this did she furrow her brow slightly.
How did the Shen family get her number?
However, while she was still thinking—
"Gurgle..."
A sudden sound rang out; it wasn't loud, but it was remarkably clear in the silent temple.
Shen Yuepo's body froze instantly.
An indescribable sense of embarrassment washed over me.
She instinctively covered her abdomen, a look of embarrassment appearing on her usually cool face.
Shen Yuepo's ears burned, and she looked at Feng Jin awkwardly: "Feng Jin, I'm hungry."
Her spiritual energy was depleted, and coupled with the eerie, gloomy environment of the Netherworld, her mortal body was truly hungry.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin raised an eyebrow slightly.
A barely perceptible smile seemed to curve at the corners of her lips as she slowly asked, "Would you like some Meng Po soup?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
The expression on her face froze completely.
Very well, she shouldn't have said that.
Shen Yuepo stared at him speechlessly, "Isn't there any normal food for the living to eat in the Underworld?"
“There is no food for the living in the underworld.” Feng Jin stopped teasing her and suddenly raised his hand to summon a ghost messenger: “Go to the mortal world and buy some food.”
He paused, then added, "It has to be hot."
Shen Yuepo was stunned again.
Send...send a ghost messenger to the mortal realm...to buy her food?
The ghost messenger accepted the order and left.
Suddenly, Shen Tu's voice transmission rang in Feng Jin's ears: "Your Majesty, Yang Yun has escaped."
Feng Jin's eyes turned cold, but his face remained expressionless as he simply replied, "Understood."
He turned to look at Shen Yuepo: "I'm going out for a bit."
Shen Yuepo didn't ask any further questions and nodded: "Okay."
After Feng Jin's figure completely disappeared outside the temple, Chen Yuepo wandered aimlessly around the temple.
The architecture of the underworld is ancient and magnificent, exuding a cold and awe-inspiring atmosphere.
As she walked, she looked around and unknowingly ended up in front of a huge bronze mirror.
This ancient mirror has a simple and unadorned design, with coiled dragon patterns wrapped around its frame. Unlike ordinary mirrors, it has a dark luster that seems to reflect the soul.
Shen Yuepo subconsciously stopped in her tracks, her gaze curiously fixed on the mirror.
The mirror was as smooth as water, clearly reflecting her image.
However, the moment Shen Yuepo saw the person in the mirror, she was struck as if by an invisible bolt of lightning, and froze on the spot.
The person in the mirror had a few strands of hair hanging messily beside their pale cheeks, some even bearing traces of scorching.
Her once beautiful face was now stained with streaks of soot and dried blood that had not been completely wiped away.
The clothes she was wearing were even more unbearable to look at.
The ash and dirt from the talismans she picked up when the Shen family broke the formation, along with the small cuts from the evil energy that tore her apart, made her look like a refugee who had just crawled back from the battlefield.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She stared at the mirror in disbelief, then gritted her teeth and spat out two words: "Feng Jin!"
She talked to him for so long looking like that?!
He didn't warn her at all?!
Shen Yuepo took several deep breaths.
No wonder... no wonder his eyes sometimes look so strange.
With a deeper meaning she couldn't understand, it turned out they were laughing at her!
...
At that moment, a slight ripple came from the entrance of the temple.
A ghost messenger cautiously floated in, carrying a bulging insulated bag.
This scene, full of everyday life, forms an absurd contrast with the solemn and gloomy temple.
"My lord..." The ghost messenger's voice was filled with reverence as he respectfully placed the bag on the table not far from Shen Yuepo.
"This is mortal food ordered by the Emperor. Please enjoy." After saying this, she immediately floated away.
Shen Yuepo opened the bag.
Inside were steaming hot home-style dishes, several delicate Cantonese dim sum, and even a small fruit salad.
The aroma of the food instantly dispelled the chill of the temple.
She sat quietly in the chair, eating in small bites.
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