Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 490
Passing through the soil and rock layers is like falling into a deep cave. In a flash, the field of vision is already gloomy, and the mist rises.

Different from the time when Lord Taishan government opened the door to Senluo Hall, Chen Yuan came down from the sun room and came to the gate of ghosts. Behind him was the vast and deep darkness, and the wind blew the mist and whimpered and ran around. It is a strand of ghosts crying and crying.

Everything that died on the ground reappears here, withered and dead old trees are hung with dead vines, and in the thin mist, aimless silhouettes of figures walk slowly, gathering the endless gates of ghosts in front of them.

The huge skull at the gate opened its mouth wide, and the ghost guards let them pass one by one with a ruler, no matter good or bad. Wait until the ghosts in front of you finish walking and disappear, and then the next batch can continue to enter the gate of ghosts.

Chen Yuan knew that these were lonely ghosts who had died in a foreign land, and they were different from the ones sent by the City God.

When Chen Yuan came over, the green-skinned and fang-toothed pawns guarding the gate stopped him. He could feel the power of the incense on Chen Yuan's body, and smelled it greedily, but he didn't dare to be contemptuous.

"Yangjian cultivator, what's the matter with your primordial spirit coming down to the Yin Division?"

"I'm here to look for the Yin Gods of Guiyin Division, Jin Cang and Silver Lock, and I'm here to make an appointment." Chen Yuan still remained polite to these ghost soldiers, and bowed her hands to each other.

"No, no, no, only lonely souls and wild ghosts can pass here." The ghost soldier shook his head again and again, his eyes rolling up and down, and he was also looking at Chen Yuan, "But it's not impossible to pass..."

He stretched out the hand holding the steel fork without a trace, spread it out and made a few strokes.

Seeing the chest-high pawn in front of her, Chen Yuan frowned slightly. She had once heard the sage Zhong Kui talk about the tricky and cunning little ghosts below, and Chang Ka took advantage of it.

At that time, he didn't care about it, and even persuaded the ghost soldiers below to work hard and wanted to ask for some benefits, which is understandable.

Chen Yuan was a little annoyed at the fact that it was brought to him now.

'It seems that...you shouldn't persuade...'

There is nothing on him for these little ghosts, just as he was frowning, a strange low growl suddenly sounded as the ghost door closed, and the ghost soldier in front of him who was stretching out his hand to beg for favors suddenly jumped up on the spot, retracted his hand, and turned around with the steel fork He ran back to his original position and waved at Chen Yuan quickly.

"This Yangjian cultivator, you can go in, the little one has eyes but no..."

The ghost soldier with green leather fangs turned out suddenly stopped talking, the steel fork loosened, and fell to the ground suddenly, his short body suddenly rose up, his feet kicked a few times, and in the blink of an eye, he was caught by a piece of water that floated out of the city wall. Zhang Qing swallowed it with his fangs.

The rest of the little ghosts were trembling with fright. After picking up the steel fork that had fallen from the ground, they graciously invited Chen Yuan in.

'The strange sound just now should be helping me. '

After Chen Yuan passed this checkpoint, she turned her head to look at the majestic city wall, and vaguely saw two tall figures standing behind the wall. They looked like humans but not humans, wearing armor and a pair of flags stuck behind them.

It is said that the two gods, Shentu and Yulei, are guarding the gate of ghosts.Never seen it before, never expected to meet in this way. '

Thinking about it, Chen Yuan arched her hands to thank the two figures on the city wall. Over there, the two vague figures also raised their arms and arched towards him, and then words came from Chen Yuan's ears.

'Golden shackles and silver shackles are waiting for you in the city of death. '

"Thank you for letting me know."

Chen Yuan lowered her hands, knowing where she was going, she stopped walking slowly to see the scenery along the way. He had been here before, and went downstream along the Wangchuan River. From a distance, he saw many ghosts lined up to go. Cross the Naihe Bridge.

These ghosts died in different ways, with their tongues out and their eyes staring, their necks split open and blood flowing, their bodies hugging their heads, or they were naked and crying. Most of the ghosts here are conscious. Seeing Chen Yuan walking alone , couldn't help showing surprise, a headless body resting its head in both hands, with an angry look on its face, calling Chen Yuan to line up behind.

Chen Yuan just smiled at him, flicked her robe sleeves and walked straight across the long queue to Naihe Bridge. Scooping up a spoonful of muddy water in the big tank, seeing Chen Yuan passing in front of her, he was stunned for a moment, checked the name book and hurriedly asked the ghost soldiers to stop him.

"Drink the muddy soup, don't worry about the troubles in life, and start over with peace of mind in the next life."

The ghost soldiers crossed their arms and forbade Chen Yuan from getting off the bridge. The old woman behind the stall rushed over with a spoonful of muddy water, making Chen Yuan dumbfounded. Just as she was about to explain, a voice sounded.

"Old woman, he doesn't need it."

The voice was familiar, and the old woman and Chen Yuan looked at the river bank on the side of the Naihe bridge, and saw a burly man holding a horse's head, with a mace in his hand, kicking a ghost , kicked into a pool of blood beside the Wangchuan River, ignored the hysterical screams and groans of the ghosts inside, smiled and waved towards this side.

"Let him go to the City of Death!"

"What's the big deal with you again? Don't disturb the order of the underworld." The old woman looked at Ma Mian and Chen Yuan gloomyly, and the latter politely bowed her hands to each other, and then stepped off the bridge from the eyes of the ghost soldiers on both sides. , raised her hand again to meet the horse-faced grandma coming over there.

"I've seen the fourth master." Chen Yuan exchanged greetings, and looked at the ghosts thumping in the blood pool over there. Some ghosts climbed up, and then they were kicked down by the ghost guards beside them. They couldn't help being curious: " What is that pool?"

"My brother, you're welcome."

Ma Mian looked back, smiled and took Chen Yuan's shoulders, and walked to the city of death in front of him together: "The world of blood and suffering, those who were guilty in life will suffer here first."

"Where is the third master?"

"In the city, he is on duty today and cannot come out."

Escorted by horse noodles all the way, there was no trouble on the road, and he introduced the scenery along the way to Chen Yuan while walking, and there was no twists and turns when he reached the city of death in vain.

As soon as you enter here, it is different from the one that followed Cui Pan and Zhong Kui before. It is noisy and shouting. Both sides of the criss-crossing streets are black iron fences, and the houses are full of imprisoned ghosts. , looking extremely miserable, severed heads, severed bodies, missing arms and legs are even more common, some with hideous faces, screaming at Chen Yuan.

It is more appropriate to say that this is a city than a prison.

Probably seeing what Chen Yuan was thinking, Ma Mian let go of his shoulders, raised his mace and slammed on the black iron fence on one side, and dozens of ghosts behind the shaking fence flew upside down, their souls Turmoil, or lying or kneeling on the ground drowsy shaking.

You can see its majesty.

(End of this chapter)