The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 123
After saying that, he didn't stop and continued to walk in the direction of Li Yun.

Fu Moshen naturally put his hand on the Longyin Sword at his waist, "Let's go."

Li Yun's eyes fell on the sword transformed by Shen Shisheng, his complexion changed slightly and his expression became a little stiff, but he quickly returned to normal.

"What? Your Highness Li Yun also knows my sword?" Fu Moshen narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling suspicious of Li Yun's performance, "No, it's just that your sword is so exquisite, it must have been made by everyone." Li Yun Smiling, he just praised him and said no more.

Fu Moshen nodded in fright, then exchanged glances with Yan Jun, and the three of them entered the magic circle together.

This magic circle is hidden in the palace, and with the blessing of Yan Jun's magic skills, it is impossible for anyone to break in, let alone steal ancient books, so it is the first time to open it after so many years.

The danger of that ancient book is immeasurable. At that time, Gao Ming's grievance array was broken, and the ancient book disappeared.

If there is no such thing in the magic circle of the underworld, then it is not so easy to find it.

Soon Fu Moshen and the other three came out from the gate of the palace, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

Qiao Yimo's heart sank.

Fu Moshen walked down the steps and came to her side.

"How about it?"

"The ancient Xuanfa books are gone...but the formation has not been destroyed." Fu Mo said in a deep voice. This is the most serious thing. You must know that the formation to suppress the ancient books was set up by Yan Jun himself.

If there are ghosts and gods who want to create an array to steal books, it is absolutely impossible to get out of it.

But now that the ancient book is gone, the formation has not been affected at all, that is to say, the magic power of the one who stole the ancient book is so high that no one will notice it.

"The messenger of the underworld listens!" Yan Jun shouted loudly, and the voice echoed throughout the underworld.

All the messengers of the underworld stopped what they were doing.

"Investigate suspicious spirits thoroughly and report them in time!"

"Yes!"

The messengers of the underworld all around responded.

Yan Jun's face was gloomy, and he turned his head to look at Li Yun, "The Xuanfa has been stolen, you are in charge of this formation, you must cooperate with the investigation, and hand over everything to His Highness during this period, take a good rest."

Li Yun gently pulled the corners of her lips, only to see her downcast eyes, unable to see her expression clearly.

Rest is only superficial, it is actually surveillance.

"I still have to deal with some things, you two should go back after a stroll." Yan Jun simply said to the two of them.

The ancient book was stolen, and many people in the world had died because of it, and now the ancient book has disappeared from Gao Ming's hands, which may cause even greater troubles!

Presumably there will be great turmoil in the underworld because of this, Yan Jun ordered a thorough investigation and it can be seen that the situation is serious!
Qiao Yimo and the others also knew the seriousness of the matter, so they quietly retreated to the side without disturbing Yan Jun.

For a time, people in the underworld were panicked.

Meng Po, who was beside her, was walking slowly, showing no signs of worry at all, and seemed out of tune with the others.

"If Ms. Meng is too busy, we can go shopping by ourselves." Qiao Yimo was a little embarrassed, maybe it was because Po Meng was still in charge of receiving the two of them.

Granny Meng waved her hand, "It's okay, I'll rest for a few days."

rest?

Why did she vaguely remember that Po Meng said that someone helped her?

But since Po Meng herself said things that had no influence, they naturally wouldn't say anything.

But in fact, for Qiao Yimo, all the places in the underworld look similar, everywhere is pitch black, only some buildings are colorful enough to see.

After a short walk, a familiar figure blocked their way.

"Big Sister Meng, why are you so leisurely? The Naihe bridge is too difficult to pass through. This will affect our search!"

Miss Meng?
Meng Po is such a little lolita, there are still people called big sister.

Qiao Yimo looked up, and she knew the person in front of her.

"Greasy old man?"

"What did you say!" the man said and gave her a hard look.

It turned out to be the old man who helped summon the soul a long time ago, but she remembered that Zhang Jin said that he was the tenth prince, one of the ten temples of Yama, and also the boss of Zhang Jin and Zhou Nianci.

In other words, just now Yan Jun handed over the work of Li Yun to him.

In the blink of an eye, the Tenth Highness in front of him has lost the illusion of being in the sun, and has become a handsome uncle with a bit of sadness in his brows.

The Tenth Highness must be very depressed at this time. It is already hard and tiring enough to manage the messengers of the underworld, but now there is another task of guarding the magic circle.

This is simply crushing!
It's been a long time since he went to play in the world, and he didn't get angry when he saw the leisurely Meng Po.

Granny Meng was his senior, so he didn't dare to vent to Granny Meng, so he could only yell at Qiao Yimo, "If the little girl dies, go to Naihe Bridge quickly, don't delay our work here!"

Qiao Yimo was so frightened that he trembled. The old man looked good after he became a handsome uncle, but his tone was too fierce.

Fu Mo frowned deeply. Seeing her guarding behind him, Meng Po at the side glanced at His Highness Tenth, "Why are you so fierce? I like to take this little girl for a stroll. If you say anything else, I will go on strike for another week!"

"Don't don't don't miss Meng, I was wrong, you go shopping to your heart's content, I will clear the way for you!" His Highness did not dare to be presumptuous, and quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"No need, go and do whatever you want, I'll be back in a while." Granny Meng didn't bother to talk to His Highness the Tenth.

His Highness the Tenth Highness was overjoyed to hear that Po Meng was going back to work, so he sent them away with a smile.

Qiao Yimo was so funny watching the handsome uncle-like Tenth Highness humiliating in front of the petite Granny Meng.

"Let's go, let's go to Naihe Bridge." As soon as Po Meng spoke, Qiao Yimo quickly suppressed her smile and nodded hastily.

Following Granny Meng, not far away, I saw a long procession standing in front of my eyes, all of them were souls, with no end in sight.

What's going on here?
"Why are all these ghosts wandering here?"

Qiao Yimo was a little puzzled, but Po Meng didn't answer her.

Suddenly, the three of them floated up.

She looked down and realized that the end of the line was a river.

All the souls were captured on that bridge.

She approached Fu Moshen quietly, "Could this be the Naihe Bridge?"

Fu Moshen nodded, his expression made Qiao Yimo so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

But soon they had landed on the bridge.

"Master Meng, you are finally back!" The emissary from the underworld, who was helping to stop those souls, was about to cry when he saw that Granny Meng had returned.

They can only be responsible for maintaining order, but they cannot replace Po Meng's work.

Granny Meng waved her hand, "Okay, let's start."

There is a huge pot in front of her. These are Po Meng's soups that have been boiled long ago, but only after Po Meng's hands and her magic power are added, can Po Meng Po's soup truly have the effect of forgetting the past.

(End of this chapter)