The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 204
"Xi Rang!?"

Xu Ping said in surprise, "What's the trouble with Xi Yang?"

Zhong Kui said loudly: "The one who breathes the soil, it is said that the soil grows and breathes infinitely, and the soil that traps the evil god's breath has passed through these long years, and the height and weight are no longer known."

It sounds like it matches my bottomless pit...Xu Ping waved his hand: "Don't worry about this true gentleman, I have my own way."

"Oh!"

Zhong Kui looked surprised, "That's really great, how about it, you stay in the underworld for a few days, and I will order the bull's head and horse face to send you to the eighteenth level of hell."

Others were thrown into the [-]th level of hell, but he took the initiative to wander there... Xu Ping chuckled, nodded, looked around and asked, "By the way, I don't know where King Yama is right now. Since we have come to his territory, we must pay a visit.”

Hearing Xu Ping's words, Zhong Kui's face was suffocated, and he sighed: "To be honest, King Yama has disappeared as early as ten years ago."

"I don't know where to go?!"

Xu Ping turned pale with shock, would such a thing happen again?

Zhong Kui went on to say: "At that time, we searched the whole hell, but we still couldn't find King Hades, so we suspected that he went to the human world."

Xu Ping suddenly thought of the white-haired old man he met half a step away. Could it be that he was King Yama.

Seeing him lost in thought, Zhong Kui asked in amazement: "Xiao Xu, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Ping came back to his senses, and said lightly, "It's nothing."

After walking out of the palace, Song Qingling couldn't wait to say: "Brother Xu, does that figure look familiar to you?"

Xu Ping shook his head and said in a low voice, "Let's go back first."

Following Yin Cha back to the residence arranged by Zhong Kui, Xu Ping had just sat down by the bed when there was a knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

"Brother Xu, it's me."

Xu Ping stepped forward to open the door and invited Song Qingling in.

In this unfamiliar environment, Song Qingling still seemed a little embarrassed, "Brother Xu, when the time comes, I will go down to the [-]th floor of hell with you."

"you?"

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Even if you don't tell me, I will let you go with me."

Hearing what he said, Song Qingling immediately beamed with joy. After looking around, she happily ran to the bedside, "Then I'll make the bed for Brother Xu."

They have already died once, so there is nothing to worry about.

Although Song Qingling was still shy like a girl at this time, she still sat on the edge of the bed generously, looking at Xu Ping quietly with winking eyes.

Xu Ping suddenly felt dizzy, and he didn't intend to be a ghost knight now.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed twice, and said seriously: "Didn't you say that figure looks familiar? Did you remember where you saw it?"

Song Qingling's eyes were resentful, but he quickly calmed down and recalled carefully: "I can't say it, but I feel inexplicably familiar."

Xu Ping smiled softly, turned his palm over, and a cloud of air hovered above the plain white palm.

"Since you can't think of it, then don't think about it."

As he spoke, he lightly shook the air ball in his hand, and saw that the air ball suddenly dissipated, turned into a curl of smoke, and quickly spread in the room.

Light smoke sometimes gathers and sometimes disperses, slowly forming a map in the midair of the room, and above the map, a small black dot is lit and is moving rapidly.

Song Qingling looked surprised: "Brother Xu, what is this?"

Xu Ping looked at the map in mid-air calmly. Dahei's attack just now was not completely fruitless. Although he failed to drag the opponent with his body, it still ate a mouthful on the opponent's body.

It is this black air mass.

It contained the assassin's aura, and Xu Ping used this aura to search for the assassin's trace.

"This little black dot is that assassin." Xu Ping pointed at the fast-moving little black dot. Song Qingling was dumbfounded. Can he still find someone like this?

"Stupid!"

Xu Ping patted her small head, and at the same time grabbed the map, the map suddenly shrank, and was caught in the palm of his hand, "Let's go, find that assassin and find out who he is?"

Perhaps this time, True Monarch Zhong Kui had passed on a message that Xu Ping and Song Qingling went down the mountain smoothly, following the winding black stone road towards the majestic city at the foot of the mountain.

The structure of the city is square and square, extending in all directions, houses are standing everywhere, ghosts come and go on the street, or greet each other, or there are hawking calls, or scolding in the street.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xu Ping even had an illusion that he was in a city in the world.

Compared with the human world, the development of the underworld is still a little behind. The clothes worn by the ghosts here are still simple ancient costumes, and they have long hair.

It is very similar to the human world.

There are even lonely ghosts begging along the street.

Looking at the wild ghosts begging along the street, Song Qingling couldn't help thinking about her previous life in the underworld, and felt depressed.

"Brother Xu, do you have any money?"

Xu Ping froze for a moment, patted the robe on his body, and said, "I'm a human, a living person, and I haven't died yet. Who will burn paper money for me?"

After finishing speaking, seeing that she was in a bad mood, he asked again: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingling groaned and shook her head, "I just thought of my life before."

When Xu Ping saw her like this, he knew that she remembered the past. The ghosts who did not drink Mengpo soup were like this: "Well... have you ever thought about looking for your parents in the underworld?"

Song Qingling's parents must be in the underworld right now, maybe the whole family can be reunited in the underworld.

Xu Ping felt that this was also a bona fide body type.

Unexpectedly, she shook her head: "I looked for it before, but I couldn't find it. Then I thought, maybe they don't know us anymore."

If a person who does good deeds comes to the underworld, he will have the first chance to be reincarnated. Maybe her parents have already drank Mengpo soup, and even if they are still in the underworld, they have forgotten the past.

The reason why Song Qingling didn't drink Mengpo soup was because she came with her and took a special passage.

Xu Ping didn't dwell on this issue any longer, but followed the map on his palm and chased after the little black dot.

About half an hour later, Xu Ping and Song Qingling came to a snack street.

The scent of the snack street lingers, there are noodles made from incense ashes, and thick porridge made from candles. Xu Ping even found the fried ghosts that Zhong Kui had eaten here.

The golden appearance looks like a little ghost, but I don't know what it is made of.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xu Ping always felt that many stall owners were looking at him and Song Qingling with strange eyes, as if they were looking at something different.

He turned his head to look at Song Qingling beside him, and asked in amazement, "Why are they looking at us like this?"

Song Qingling shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I think they are not looking at us, but just looking at you."

"why?"

Song Qingling stared at Xu Ping for a long time, with bright eyes, she immediately noticed the strangeness, "It's the fragrance, the fragrance lingering in the whole snack street is avoiding you."

After being reminded by her, Xu Ping also noticed this.

The other ghosts on the street seemed very happy to inhale the fragrance here, even Song Qingling was no exception.

But these aromas were in front of him, they took a detour and never approached at all.

Xu Ping's face changed slightly.

Because I am not a ghost, I actually have a natural repulsion effect on these pungent aromas, and it is precisely because of this that these aromas will not approach me.

It never occurred to me that in this way, other ghosts would see through my differences.

However, the stall owners operating here are just ordinary ghosts. Although they feel that Xu Ping is very different, they can't explain why.

And Xu Ping slowly began to adjust his aura, making himself closer to the ghost, so as not to be exposed by such a funny way.

Not long after, the two of them stood in front of a stall owner who sold fried devils, and Xu Ping just looked at him quietly.

Song Qingling thought he was interested in fried brats, but she didn't say anything.

The stall owner approached Xu Ping and Song Qingling, with a smile all over his face, he said: "Guests, my old Wang's fried ghost is a must in the underworld, why don't you try two of them?"

Song Qingling looked at the fried kid in front of him, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, we still have something to do."

With that said, he dragged Xu Ping away from the stall owner who called himself Old Wang.

Xu Ping was still lost in thought, allowing her to drag him away.

The middle-aged ghost looked at the leaving figures of Xu Ping and Song Qingling, with a small smile on his lips, "It seems that the hell is about to change."

Xu Ping's footsteps stopped immediately, he turned to look at the stall owner, Lao Wang, and walked over in stride.

Unexpectedly, this action of his made the stall owner Lao Wang look extremely frightened. He never expected that his voice was so soft that the other party could hear it.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Your Excellency seems to have seen my identity?"

Xu Ping asked directly.

The stall owner Lao Wang quickly shook his head: "Guest officer, you really know how to joke. I can't see anything, but I feel that the temperament of the guest officer is different from ordinary ghosts, so I made this statement."

Xu Ping tentatively asked: "Dare to ask Brother Wang, how long have you been in the underworld?"

"Not much, not much, it's only a hundred years or so." The stall owner, Lao Wang, looked very kind, showing a flattering smile.

Xu Ping looked him up and down carefully, and said softly: "Brother Wang must have been a practitioner before he was alive, and he has practiced in the underworld for hundreds of years, so he must have a very high level of Taoism."

The stall owner Old Wang's smile froze for a moment, and then he revealed a flattering smile. Just as he was about to speak, Xu Ping immediately interrupted him and said, "Brother Wang, please think it over before you talk about it. Since you have seen something, then Brother Wang, please be more careful with your words."

Hearing his threatening tone, the stall owner Old Wang was taken aback, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

The young man in front of him looked like a ghost, but he was not a ghost. He couldn't tell the history, couldn't tell the depth. The stall owner Lao Wang regretted his recklessness.

After pondering for a while, he bowed and said loudly: "My lord, Baishun, was a Taoist priest in Maoshan before his death. May I ask who you are?"

At this time, he admitted that he was indeed a practitioner, and at the same time, he also reported the name of Maoshan. Perhaps the person in front of him might be a little afraid of Maoshan.

After all, the name of Maoshan, whether it is in the underworld or the underworld, is quite confusing.

Even many important positions in the underworld are held by Maoshan Taoist priests after his death.

"Maoshan..."

Xu Ping groaned, looked at him again, and asked: "Since Big Brother Wang claims to be from Maoshan, then I would like to ask, do you know the real Dinghu?"

"Xiaoding Lake?!"

"Do you know Xiaodinghu?"

Wang Baishun looked very excited, his eyes sparkled.

Xiaodinghu...Xu Ping was surprised by this title, and gave him a strange look: "You call one of the three real people in Maoshan, Xiaodinghu?"

When Wang Baishun heard Xu Ping address Dinghu Daoist like that, he immediately burst out laughing, looking very proud, and said loudly: "Dinghu, he is my apprentice."

Xu Ping's eyes widened, he didn't expect to meet Ninth Uncle's master here.

He lowered his head to look at the little black spot in his hand, and it was already close at hand, so he whispered: "This is not a place to talk, Daoist Wang, why don't we find a secluded place?"

Wang Baishun nodded and ignored his booth.

They found a teahouse, and the tea sold in the teahouse here was actually made by mixing sesame oil, so Xu Ping had to keep a respectful distance.

After some conversation, Xu Ping was able to confirm that the Wang Baishun in front of him was indeed from Maoshan.

No wonder he was able to sell fried ghosts. It seems that he is also in the underworld, so it has something to do with it.

"I really didn't expect that after so many days, I would still be able to meet a ghost in the underworld who also didn't drink Mengpo's soup."

"No, it should be the talent."

Wang Baishun looked at Xu Ping in front of him, looking very surprised.

Xu Ping was also a little curious as to why the Wang Daoist in front of him was able to enter the underworld without drinking Mengpo soup.

"Wang Daochang, why didn't you drink Meng Po soup?"

Wang Baishun's face immediately became a little strange, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Forget it, I'd better say it, this matter has to start with my cultivation of Yangshen Kung Fu?"

"That day when I was 50 years old, I practiced the Kung Fu of the Yang God. By accident, I came to Fengdu Difu and met..."

"Mengba!"

Seeing that his face became so confounded, Xu Ping immediately felt that there was something wrong with it.

Immediately afterwards, the Wang Daoist continued: "After getting to know Granny Meng, she helped me return to my physical body. From then on, I will cast Yangshen from time to time and come to the underworld to have a tryst with him."

"But you know, the Taoist priests in Maoshan are not allowed to marry in this life, not to mention that there is a separation between Yin and Yang. I will explain to her truthfully and decide to break up with her."

Speaking of this, Wang Baishun sighed: "But I never imagined that she would take advantage of my cultivation of the Yang God Kung Fu to forcibly pull my soul from the yang world to the underworld..."

It turned out that this was an iron-blooded bull-nosed man who was revenged by his lover after playing with his feelings.

Xu Ping couldn't tell whether he was right or wrong. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he asked, "The gossip is over, so I want to ask you, why did you go to assassinate Zhong Kui?"

(End of this chapter)