My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

After saying this, the Taoist nun in red stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The two Taoist nuns at the entrance of the ancestral hall bowed and said, "Congratulations to the sect master for his successful breakthrough!"

The Taoist nun in red smiled, thinking that she was about to go down the mountain to Fengmen Village and might follow Mr. Yin Yang to the underworld to make a scene, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Whether she could come back was still unknown, so before leaving, she needed to tell the Taoist temple about things.

So she said, "I'm going down the mountain. I don't know when I'll be back yet. If I don't come back in two months, you can go to Fengmen Village in Luocheng City and find a place called Yin Yang Inn. When you get there, find a man called Mr. Yin Yang, and he will tell you what to do next."

The two disciples at the door couldn't help but look at the Taoist nun in red in astonishment, their eyes full of confusion.

"Master? Where are you going? Why does it feel so dangerous?"

"Yes, Sect Master, you have just achieved a breakthrough. Don't you need to retreat for a while to consolidate your cultivation?"

The nun in red shook her head, her eyes seemed to have drifted off into the distance, and then she said, "No need. I have already promised someone to go somewhere, and now the agreed time is very close. Although continuing to retreat will be more beneficial to the consolidation of my cultivation and realm, the day of three ascensions a day is coming, and I have to set off quickly."

These two sect disciples were not ordinary disciples, and ordinary disciples would not guard the sect master at the gate of the ancestral hall. They happened to be disciples of the Qing generation in the sect, belonging to a very high generation of disciples.

When they heard the red-robed Taoist nun mention three liters a day, they couldn't help but feel confused.

What is three liters a day? Is there such a strange phenomenon in the world?
The two of them looked confused, but they nodded. After all, a person of the sect master's status would not joke with them casually.

However, they still couldn't help wondering, how important was that person when the Sect Master was still going to the appointment at this time? Was the appointment more important than the Sect Master's cultivation?

So the two disciples couldn't help but look at the red-robed Taoist nun and asked, "Master? Where are you going? Why is this matter so important to you?"

The Taoist nun in red walked out and said, "Because this is an invitation from Mr. Yin Yang. I must go to his appointment." She curled the corners of her lips, and a moving smile appeared on her charming and generous face.

"It just so happens that I also want to try... how much my strength has increased after the successful breakthrough."

"And this time I'm going to the underworld!"

After she finished speaking, the sleeves of the nun in red suddenly became much longer. She stepped on her sleeves, and her body was as light as willow catkins in autumn. She actually floated down the mountain in her red dress.

The two sect disciples behind him looked at each other, blinked, and then looked at the back of the Taoist nun in red.

"Mr. Yin Yang? Have you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of him! But how can he have such great power? His invitation actually made the headmaster take it so seriously!"

"That's right! And we went to the underworld? Is there really a underworld in this world?"

"Who knows? Strange things have been happening one after another on the mountain recently. Could they all be related to this Yin-Yang Master?"

"Who exactly is this Yin Yang Master? From what the Sect Leader said... it seems like we have to obey that Yin Yang Master in the future."

"Bah, bah, bah! Don't talk nonsense! The Sect Master said that he was not here and didn't come back, so he asked us to go look for him!"

"Oh oh oh! Yes, yes!"

"..."

At this time, the tourists who were stranded in Qingcheng Mountain because of being turned away saw an extremely charming woman in a red dress flying over Qingcheng Mountain.

"Is this...is this a god?"

"No way? Are you sure this isn't a movie special effect?"

"Is this Qinggong? Or can he really fly? Holy shit! This completely refreshes my worldview!"

"What's going on recently? A few days ago, there was a video online showing a man flying with a sword in Longhu Mountain, and now there's another person who can fly!"

"Who says the martial arts of Qingcheng Mountain are vulnerable? That superb Qinggong is even more shocking than what is shown in the movies!"

"Who said that was Qinggong? That is clearly the realm of cultivating immortals!"

On that day, people in several Taoist holy sites, including Kongtong, Emei, Kunlun and Wudang, all witnessed mysterious figures in Taoist robes. Some of them were stepping on flying swords, some were stepping on clothes, and some were even riding wooden oxen, flying leisurely in the air.

The leaders of the six holy places actually left their places of practice.

For a time, countless videos went viral on the Internet, and netizens were shocked. They almost searched for the six people and found out that they were the six clan leaders. They investigated and found out that this was not for publicity, but for some other reason, but no one knew why.

The six clan leaders lost their tracks after they went down the mountain, and when they reappeared, they were already in Fengmen Village. They found the Yinyang Inn with ease, as they had been there before. However, since it was not yet the critical moment Zhang Hao mentioned, they waited outside the village and did not rush into the inn.

At this time, a figure quietly walked into the door of Yin Yang Inn.

"I'm back." The visitor was Zhang Qilin. He walked into the yard and saw Hao Xie still practicing paper-tying skills, while Fatty Wang was practicing corpse-tying ropes. Fatty Wang could now easily swing a 200-jin weight, and his strength had greatly increased compared to before.

When the two saw Zhang Qilin, they both looked at him eagerly and smiled.

"Brother Qilin is back!" Fatty Wang came over with a smile, tied the corpse rope around his waist skillfully, and patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder, "Are you okay this time?"

"You don't know that Brother Zhang Hao released all the ghost messengers in the Soul-Calming Tower and the Yin messengers in the lanterns at the door. It's really confusing."

Hao Xie glanced at Zhang Hao's room and said thoughtfully: "Brother Zhang Hao must be planning something big. Everything he does has his reasons. We don't need to worry."

The fat man curled his lips and walked aside disapprovingly. Hao Xie looked at Zhang Qilin and asked, "How is it? You asked me about the art of summoning gods before you left. You must have tried it a lot on the way, right? Did you succeed?"

Zhang Qilin shook his head slightly, frowning, and said in confusion: "Every time I summon the gods, the corpse will have some reaction, but the gathered spiritual power will dissipate immediately when it touches the corpse. I don't know why."

After saying that, he looked at Hao Xie seriously, blinked and asked, "Are you sure you didn't teach me wrong? Maybe you were distracted while studying and forgot something?"

Hao Xie rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly: "Brother Qilin, you are wronging me. I have taught you everything I know. Maybe you just don't have the talent for it?"

Zhang Qilin ignored Hao Xie's joke, glanced at Zhang Hao's room and asked, "Is the shopkeeper here?"

Hao Xie nodded: "Yes, but the shopkeeper seems to be waiting for someone today, so it's better not to disturb him for now." Zhang Qilin hesitated for a moment, but finally retracted his gaze and walked towards his room.

The sky gradually darkened and night fell. Zhang Hao in the room suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Any news?"

He stood up and walked to the courtyard of the inn. He pulled a chair and sat down. He glanced at the entrance of the inn casually and said silently in his heart: "System, temporarily shut down the mist formation! Temporarily shut down the courtyard protection formation!"

Immediately, a thick layer of fog on the moat outside the Yin-Yang Inn gradually dissipated, and a ghost ship appeared at the door of the inn.

On the ghost ship, a shadow was looking at the dispersing fog and the suddenly appearing inn in surprise.

This phantom was none other than the ghost messenger who had returned from the underworld. When he saw Zhang Hao in the yard, he immediately got off the boat and stood at the door of the inn.

With the previous experience, the ghost messenger stood at the door and reported honestly this time: "Mr. Yin Yang, I come to report the news of the two masters, Black and White Impermanence!"

"Come in, everything's fine this time." Zhang Hao smiled and waved his hand.

Hearing Zhang Hao's words, the ghost was relieved, but he still couldn't help but feel terrified when he stepped over the threshold. It was not until he stood safely in the yard that he looked at Zhang Hao with a sense of relief and said with a smile: "Congratulations, sir! Congratulations, sir!"

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Why are you so happy?"

The ghost came closer and said with a beaming face, "Of course, congratulations to Mr. Yin Yang for gaining the two Yin Marshals, Black and White Impermanence! I gave my Yin and Yang essence to the two masters, Black and White Impermanence, and I didn't expect them to agree so readily. Now you have the two Yin Marshals, Black and White Impermanence, who are in charge of the underworld! Sir, you now have the underworld of the underworld!"

"It's just so-so." Zhang Hao smiled faintly, with a hint of pride on his lips.

He had long anticipated the joining of Black and White Impermanence.

After all, money makes the world go round. Although the origin of yin and yang is not money, it is more important than money to the underworld officials.

In fact, extracting the origin of Yin and Yang is the exclusive skill of Mr. Yin and Yang.

Because whether in the underworld or the fairy world, there are very few people who are proficient in the art of yin and yang.

Although the ghosts in the underworld can also extract the Yin and Yang essence, because their main attributes are Yin, the Yin and Yang essence extracted from them tends to be Yin and cold; while the Yin and Yang essence extracted from the fairy world tends to be Chongyang. No matter which side it tends to be, it cannot be considered a good quality Yin and Yang essence.

But it is different for those who understand the art of Yin and Yang. They can use the art of Yin and Yang well, integrating and refining the origin of Yin and Yang just right, so that the Yin and Yang origin they use can be almost ten times better than that of the underworld.

Absorbing a little bit of the Yin and Yang essence refined by the Yin and Yang Inn is equivalent to absorbing ten times the essence they usually refine in the underworld.

No one can resist such temptation.

In addition, the Origin of Yin and Yang is extremely scarce, even in the underworld there are very few of them. So the Origin of Yin and Yang is even more precious because it can be obtained.

Little did he know that in the hands of the Yin-Yang Master, except for some of the Yin-Yang origin that he absorbed, the rest was piled there like cabbage.

To others, it is something that cannot be rarer, but to Mr. Yin Yang, it is endless. And Zhang Hao is such a person.

In the underworld, this thing seems very precious, but in the Yin-Yang Inn, as long as the orders for the Yin-Yang Inn continue to have merit, life span, luck and good deeds coming in, then Zhang Hao can continuously refine the origin of Yin and Yang.

The little bit of yin and yang essence he extracted was enough to keep them busy for a year.

At this time, the Yinchai rubbed his hands and smiled at Zhang Hao, saying, "Mr. Yinyang, in order to persuade the two masters, Black and White Impermanence, I have contributed my share of Yinyang essence. I was so busy in the end that I had nothing left... Of course, it is my honor to work for Mr. Yinyang, but..."

Seeing the Yincha rubbing his fingers, Zhang Hao shook his head with amusement, then took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it directly to the Yincha.

"I originally gave you one drop of Yin and Yang Essence, but you did a good job this time, so I'm giving you ten more drops. It's like giving you ten times the amount!"

When the ghost heard this, his face was immediately filled with joy, and he quickly kowtowed to Zhang Hao, his eyes full of awe.

"Thank you, Mr. Yin Yang! It is my honor to serve you! I hope you can give more instructions to your subordinates in the future. With just one word from you, I can even instigate a rebellion against the King of Hell!"

"Pfft!" Huo Xiuxiu had been listening for a long time. When she heard Yinchai talking nonsense, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Seeing Huo Xiuxiu coming back, Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you finished your homework today?"

Huo Xiuxiu nodded slightly and then said seriously: "Master, I have sewed the twelve pieces of pig skin together, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see any gaps."

Zhang Hao frowned and looked at Huo Xiuxiu sternly.

"Not yet. You have to practice to the point where even a close look won't reveal any signs of stitching. Otherwise, how can you reach the level of Mr. Painted Skin? Don't be complacent. When you feel you can do it, go look at Zhang Qilin, Fatty Wang, and Hao Xie. See how much effort they put in."

Huo Xiuxiu pouted and clenched the corners of her clothes shyly with both hands. After a while, she nodded and said, "Yes, Master!"

Despite being scolded, Huo Xiuxiu knew in her heart that once Zhang Qilin and the others knew about this, they would be extremely envious.

After all, Zhang Hao had never been so concerned about Fatty Wang, Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin.

After thinking about it, Huo Xiuxiu became much more open-minded.

At this time, Zhang Hao turned to the ghost messenger and asked, "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is the day when the gates of the underworld are open and the ghosts return home to visit their relatives, right?"

Yinchai nodded in confirmation: "Mr. Yin Yang is indeed very powerful, and he knows all this information. Yes, tomorrow is the day when the gates of the underworld will open."

"However, the underworld usually sends heavy soldiers to guard the place to prevent the ghosts from escaping. After all, once they escape, it will take a long time to catch them again."

"Moreover, if these ghosts encounter living people in the world of the living, it will easily affect their lifespans, which is a serious dereliction of duty in the underworld."

"But in the past two days, I haven't even seen the shadows of the four great judges, the six case officials, and the seventy-five departments. I don't know what they are busy with."

"I guess, maybe Lord Yama discovered something?"

Zhang Hao shook his head. Yinchai's guess was not groundless, but if you put yourself in his shoes, would you dare to act rashly if someone who has been sitting in an office for tens of millions of years suddenly told you that you were going to fight? (End of this chapter)