Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 400 Yuzhou Yong'an Dang

500 years.

It is true that there is no time to practice.

But even so, Meng Fan still felt that the world was vast, because this was the longest time he had continued to practice since he entered Taoism, and it was longer than all his previous lives combined.

As soon as the Dharma eyes were turned, things in both the Yin and Yang realms were understood. The world once again entered the time of dynasty change. The princes from all walks of life were fighting and killing, and countless ghosts who died in vain appeared.

On the contrary, the underworld is still in order. After years of precipitation, the ten palaces of Yama and the judges of various prefectures have all returned to their positions. Except for the occasional willful interference in some minor matters, they are all conscientious and dedicated.

The monkey demon who used to be violent and irritable is now dedicated to being the King of Mount Tai. He is now known as the strongest thug in the underworld and has a close friendship with Yan Chixia...

As a result, Meng Fan safely returned the relics of gods and Buddhas from various treasure houses in the underworld, without coveting these trinkets, to ensure that the order of the underworld could still be maintained smoothly after he left.

As for your own gains?

Emperor Fengdu had achieved great success in his Dharmakaya practice, and he possessed the Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth, three heads and six arms and two great supernatural powers, as well as the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen that had been filled with laws.

These are the most precious things left by the immortal Buddha. To be more precise, they are the blessings given by the lineage of the underworld.

There is no goodbye.

After all, this is not the first time I have experienced time travel.

As he raised his hand, a fat black cat appeared in the central hall of Luofeng Mountain. Without any hesitation, it ran straight into its owner's arms and kept sniffing it, feeling the strange yet familiar scent.

"You won't blame me for being free-range for so long, right?"

"Meow."

"Can't talk yet?"

Hearing this, Xuan Mao nodded helplessly.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this, because it has been practiced for more than 500 years, and various elixirs were used to lay the foundation in the early days. Later, it continued to kill demons and eliminate demons in the human world. Even if it goes to the underworld to receive blessings, it still has the filial piety from the Tenth Palace of Yama——

As the spokesperson of the Hades Emperor, the boy who tests medicine under his command, and the future general who protects the Tao, Xuan Mao will inevitably be vying for his favor, and there will never be a constant supply of various elixirs.

Because of this, his combat power has surpassed that of the Dryad Granny he encountered in the past.

But... I just can't refine the horizontal bone in my throat!
"It's okay, let's go."

"New world."

Different from the past, this time the journey was accompanied by the sound of the avenue. There were mysterious runes circulating in the mist, and the seven-color glow was quietly shining.

When he opened his eyes again, there were dense clouds of stars above his head, but it was already another starry sky.

……

Yongan Dang.

"Hey, hey, have you heard? It is said that a ghost town appeared on the outskirts of Yuzhou last night, and a mysterious figure higher than the mountain!"

Next to the counter, a man holding an abacus said in a low voice.

"Hey, Yuzhou City is so big, what is there that I, Jingtian, don't know?"

"Let me tell you, I not only know it, but I also saw it myself. I got up to pee in the middle of the night, and suddenly everything went dark, and the moon was blocked by something..."

Sedum, who was still napping while fishing, suddenly became energetic and energetic when he heard the topic was brought to night. He kept gesticulating with his hands and his voice became louder and louder:

"It's not a ghost town at all, it's a mountain! A huge mountain that can't be seen to the edge. I really don't know why it didn't crush the woods."

"Ah? Boss, did you really see it?"

At this time, the honest fat man carrying a plate of steamed buns came over, his face full of surprise, and he opened his mouth wide and said:
"Why don't you call me up? I haven't seen gods, ghosts, or any of these things in my whole life!"

"Maomao, don't you know how dead you are when you sleep? Your snoring is so loud that even God's thunder can't wake you up!"

Jing Tian grabbed a steamed bun, bit it hard, and found that there was no filling at all, and said helplessly:
"Food expenses are getting more and more expensive."

He complained, and then smiled triumphantly: "But I have already made a wish. I hope I can live a long life and make a lot of money."

"Cut, I don't believe it!"

The man holding the abacus curled his lips, grabbed the steamed buns on the plate, and continued: "I've heard of wishing on a shooting star, but this is the first time I saw someone wishing on a ghost town. If you really saw it, you would have shouted "Little Yelled."

Hearing this, Jingtian suddenly became unhappy and squinted: "He Biping, what do you mean by this? I, Jingtian, always stick to my word and never tell lies!"

"That's right!"

Maomao nodded vigorously and agreed, "Boss never lies to me."

"It's just that you, a fool, are devoted to him. Why don't you lie to others? Where's your salary last month? You haven't been deceived by him!"

"How are you talking? Why are brothers so clearly divided? I will help Maomao manage his finances. In seven...eight...nine, ten years later! He will eat big fish and meat every time."

"Hey, hey, you're so kind, boss."

"Humph, you are still thinking about unrealistic plans to make a fortune, but you will definitely lose everything in the end!"

The three people were bickering, and the pawn shop, which had seemed particularly deserted early in the morning, suddenly became lively.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came.

When I looked up, I saw a customer coming to the door!
The visitor was dressed in black attire, and he was not afraid of violating taboos at all, because it was embroidered with exquisite dragon patterns, and he was holding a mysterious cat as black as coal in his arms.

There is no doubt that it is Meng Fan.

Seeing this, Jingtian quickly put down the half-eaten solid steamed bun in his hand, trotted up to him, hunched over, and said with a flattering smile on his face:

"Does this young master want to be something when he comes to work for us in Yong'an? He is just a talentless person, and he just lives in the position of shopkeeper."

Before Meng Fan could speak, Jingtian took the initiative to take out a bronze medal from his arms, the smile on his face becoming more and more proud.

Anyone with eyesight can see that he is talking blindly.

Naturally, the target couldn't be Meng Fan.

He Biping, who was leaning on the abacus, curled his lips in disdain and muttered in a low voice: "I have only been the shopkeeper for two days, what are you talking about!"

"What are you muttering about? I really don't have the eyesight to serve you tea!"

After saying that, Jingtian patted him on the back of the head, turned around and gave him a very warm flattery, saying:
"Sir, please sit down."

Compared to He Biping, Maomao cooperated more skillfully and had already pulled out the chair under the tea table.

[I am not Feipeng, I am Sedum]

[The scenery of Sedum, the sky of Sedum]

The world of Legend of Sword and Fairy has reached the point where the third story takes place.

Meng Fan thought silently.

According to the fog prompts, this is the same as the Ghost Story World. It is also a Zhongqian World, but the upper limit is higher, and the order and laws are more complete.

As for the movement last night, it was a special connection between him and the supreme being in this world, and the vision was caused by the recognition.

To be honest, when he searched for the soul of the bloodthirsty wolf demon outside the city and found out that the place where he appeared was Yuzhou City, he felt quite complicated. When it was dawn and the shops opened for business, he went straight to Fengbo Expansion place:

Yongan Dang.

"My son, my son?"

Beside him, Jingtian called twice in succession, took the tea from He Biping, and brought it over enthusiastically.

"How much is this worth?"

Meng Fan touched it casually and found that there was nothing yellow or white on his body, so he simply picked off the small bell on Xuan Mao's neck.

"Meow."

There was grievance in his voice.

Jingtian didn't care about anything else and immediately took the cat bell and looked at it carefully. His whole eyes started to shine and he almost screamed.

But he was soon suppressed again, so he said: "To be honest, your bell is at least 500 years old. It is definitely an old thing. The material is neither gold nor silver nor copper. It is really impossible to judge."

"Look here again. There are faint cracks. It must have been impacted by external force. By the way, it is difficult to find a new buyer for the cat bell..."

"Okay, just tell me the price."

Meng Fan waved his hand and interrupted Jingtian's words.

Care about gold and silver?

Once the art of fingering is revealed, rags can be turned into gems.

I came here just to confirm the time point and see this Jingtian who was born in the world and ended up saving the Six Realms.

"Meow..." Xuan Mao whimpered.

Although it can't speak, it can already understand human speech. What does this poor guy think?
The bell was made of red-fired copper, and there was a true soul of a three-clawed fire dragon sealed inside. However, when it got into his mouth, there were flaws everywhere.

"one hundred……"

Jingtian subconsciously wanted to say 100 taels, but he was afraid that the price would be too low and scare the distinguished guest away. He hesitated for a moment, tried his best to look pained, and said:
"150 taels! No more! I, Jingtian, want to make a friend!"

"Okay, it's time to make friends." Meng Fan couldn't help but laugh, this guy is really a philistine.

Now, except for a few beings such as the Emperor of Heaven, who could have thought that the cunning and slippery pawnbroker in front of him would become one of the few strong men in the world in the shortest possible time and save the world.

"what?"

Seeing Meng Fan's arrogance, Jingtian was stunned for a moment. At first, he didn't think that this noble man in a black robe with dragon patterns could send away 150 taels.

Therefore, I was prepared to argue early, but I didn't expect that the other party agreed without thinking.

Could it be that something is fraudulent?

impossible!
He Sedum is a master of antiques.

There is indeed a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere flowing out of old objects. It cannot be seen, and one can only rely on intuition to say that the cat bell has a history of more than 500 years. In fact, it is more than a thousand years. No matter what material it is made of, the heritage is there!

In fact, the thing is indeed only a little over 500 years old, but the black cat has lived in the depths of the netherworld for a long time, and has its own antique effect...

As his thoughts whirled, Jingtian suppressed the urge to slap himself twice. While regretting not slaughtering the big fat sheep, he turned around and ordered:
"Why Biping, Maomao, go get the silver for the young master!"

After a while, a box of silver was served on the table.

It was clearly the money from the owner Tangjiabao, but Jingtian was heartbroken. He stared at it affectionately for a long time before pushing it over: "One hundred and fifty taels of silver, no more, no less."

"Ah."

Meng Fan rubbed Xuan Mao's furry round head, comforted the aggrieved little guy, pointed at Maomao and He Biping, and said boldly:

"Take it, it's 50 taels per person, go buy some good clothes, and eat whatever you want."

It has been so long that he can no longer remember many plots of the film and television, but Maomao cutting meat for food, pretending to be villains with He Biping, and going undercover to be with the Evil Sword Fairy all moved him deeply.

As for the yellow and white things, to themselves, they are worse than the rubble on the street. If they can be used by two people to improve their lives and live a good life for a period of time, there is no problem at all.

"Give it to me?"

He Biping, who was good at calculating, had a face full of disbelief. 50 taels of silver were just stuffed into his hands?
When he came back to his senses, he immediately turned into a dog-legger and bowed to express his thanks. He wished he could be a cow or a horse and go through fire and water: "Thank you, uncle, no, thank you young master for the reward!"

He cast his gaze on Xuan Mao, who was full of displeasure.

He Biping, who was almost crazy with joy, said again:
"Thank you Cat Master for the reward!"

This money was obtained by selling his cat bell, so he naturally wanted to thank him. To be honest, He Biping wanted to knock one on the spot.

Maomao's face was also filled with disbelief. He squeezed his chubby face hard, then looked at Jingtian and asked: "Boss, I'm dreaming, right?"

But Jingtian ignored him at all. He moved his eyes away from their hands with great difficulty and looked straight at the wooden box. There were still 50 taels left in it.

Just right!
After his eyes widened, he turned to look at Meng Fan and wailed: "Master, I...I...have been wearing the same clothes for three whole years. I also want to change to new clothes and eat meat. It has been ten years since I... It’s so miserable if you touch meat and fish!”

"Hahaha."

Meng Fan felt that there was a great contrast, and he didn't want to hang Sedum at all, so he said bluntly: "This is for you, I didn't say it, we are brothers."

The words fell, turned and left.

Not at all muddle-headed.

The current Jing brothers are just mortals.

"Sir, eldest brother, eldest brother! What's your name?"

Soon, Sedum, who had regained some consciousness from the ecstasy, shouted as he watched his figure go away.

"Meng Fan, see you again when we are destined."

The voice came slowly, and by the time Yong'an's trio chased him out, the enemy had disappeared.

Yuzhou City is extremely prosperous.

For Meng Fan, it had been a long time since he had been exposed to the aura of the world of mortals, so he was quite interested in everything he saw.

The ground paved with bluestones is particularly neat. On both sides of the street are restaurants, teahouses, and workshops. There are also many vendors holding oil umbrellas in the open space.

"Meow."

Xuanmao has forgotten the cruel fact——

Everything feels very profitable, except that it is missing a little bell.

However, if you don't go to the old one, you won't get the new one. The master promised that he would make a better magic bell for himself.

Now, the sun has risen, and its light is shining all over Yuzhou City. Meng Fan found a stall and ordered two bowls of small wontons, not showing off at all like the Fengdu Emperor.

The street in front of me was full of pedestrians, cars and horses, and shop signs and flags fluttering in the wind.

To be honest, after staying in the Netherworld all year round, what he saw before retreating was the world of Ghost Story, the scene of people eating people. He really liked this scenery better, with calm and comfortable smiling faces flashing by.

"In a prosperous age, you will be content with yourself."

"Hopefully it lasts longer."

After saying that, Meng Fan turned around and looked at the deserted alley behind him near the city wall, and invited:

"Your Excellency has a domineering aura, and you are not the kind of villain who likes to hide his head and show his tail."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, arrogant and indifferent figure appeared, walking out of the crack in the void.

The dark red magic armor and pitch black cloak had not released the monstrous demonic flames that were still hidden deep within his body. Only a wisp emerged, telling the world that he was a demon god killed from the sea of ​​blood.

Rebuilding!

Film and television reflect reality.

This was Meng Fan's first time seeing Chonglou, and at the same time he was already certain that he was the strongest person he had ever encountered since he traveled across the heavens. The aura that spanned the six realms was not restrained at all.

A man who likes martial arts becomes an idiot, but only wants to be defeated.

The highest respect building in the demon world.

"interesting."

Seeing Meng Fan who was still eating wontons like a normal person without breathing, there was a wave in Chonglou's calm and indifferent eyes, as if a ball of magic flames were burning, not anger, but desire.

In his eyes, everything in the world is not complicated and can be divided into two categories:

Feipeng (reincarnation), the number one god in heaven.

And sweetbreads.

In the future, there will be one more descendant of Nuwa, Zixuan, but now... there will be one more alien for the time being. As for the specific division, you have to fight to know.

(End of this chapter)