Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 139 Bad debts in the underworld
His master turned around and Ling'er hurriedly went out to greet him.

Ao Bing relied on his status, so he stood and didn't move much.

I saw dozens of people falling in the yard, some carrying rain urns, some carrying cloud basins, tinkling bang bang, all rain utensils.

Among them, the rain urn is a large tank that holds rain.

These aquatic monsters cannot transform into dragons, let alone create clouds and rain.

So you have to use tools.

The vat of water is carried up to the clouds in the sky and sprinkled with a ladle while walking. If you are more diligent, you can spread it over a large area.

The only drawback is that it's a bit tiring.

It is not as efficient as the Dragon Clan who breathes into clouds, exhales into wind, and can make pouring rain just by sneezing.

The cloud basin is similar, just a basin of rolling clouds and mist.

Everyone had just come back from the rain, and their backs and waists ached from the busy work. Before they could take a breath, Ling'er started chirping and told them the news of Ao Bing's arrival.

After learning that the "Third Prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea" had arrived at his residence, Big Mouth Catfish hurriedly led a group of people to the palace.

Ao Bing was generous and generous, releasing all his dragon energy without hiding anything.

The spirits and monsters felt the strange fragrance as soon as they smelled it, and the pores on their bodies couldn't help but open.

As the saying goes, "the one who is close to vermilion is red, and the one who is close to ink is black."

Even if a real dragon urinates, Ganoderma lucidum will grow on the ground and fish will turn into dragons.

Dragon energy is of great benefit to the cultivation of aquatic spirits.

Therefore, wherever the Dragon Clan lives, there must be a group of shrimps, soldiers, crabs, generals, fish and turtles surrounding them.

Once Ao Bing showed his dragon aura, there was no need to doubt his identity.

"Little Long Wu, I have met the prince's grandfather!!"

Big Mouth Catfish led his men, and Wuyangyang knelt on the ground.

Ao Bing raised his eyebrows. The rules in his palace were strict and they always followed the rules.

When I heard this name at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Why do you have 'Long' as your surname?"

Long Wu lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes:

"Returning to the words of the prince's grandfather, when I was born with spiritual wisdom, I learned about human culture. I knew that all water tribes are headed by dragons, so I hoped day and night that I could transform into a dragon.

Therefore, "dragon" is used as the surname to express the hope in the heart. "

Hearing that he meant no disrespect, Ao Bing nodded and then got down to business:
"I heard that you went to Chiyou Mountain to rain on an order. Whose order did you follow?"

"Go back to Grandpa Prince..."

"Just call him Prince!" He waved his hand impatiently.

"Oh," Long Wu hurriedly changed his words: "Replying to the crown prince, it is because of the order of Ao Shun, the Great Dragon God of Rain in the North Sea, that a light rain falls on Chiyou Mountain, with a total of one foot, two inches and 13 points..."

He reported the rainfall as if reporting an account, thinking that Ao Bing was sent to randomly check the rainfall.

After hearing this, the prince showed no expression on his face, and then asked him:

"Do you know where Chiyou Mountain is? Who controls it? Are there any rumors?"

Could it be that he really came here to check the rain count?
After asking three questions in a row, Long Wu's thoughts flashed, and his mind recalled the past, making sure that he had never missed a single thing.

Then he boldly said:
"Chiyou Mountain, also known as Yin Mountain, is the burial place of Yuyang Kingdom's dead.

Originally there was nothing there, but 600 years ago, someone built a palace there..."

Ok?
Ao Bing was stunned and couldn't believe what he heard.

A palace on the grave?

How could there be such a weird thing?

He looked suspicious, and Long Wu hurriedly explained: "The Qixing Palace in Yinshan Mountain is actually for ghosts to live in.

The owner of the palace has great supernatural powers, intercepting the souls of the Yuyang Kingdom and creating a ghost kingdom.

The name is ‘The Lord of the Underworld’.

Every year on July 24th, the gate to the Ghost Kingdom will be opened, and the Yuyang Kingdom will be asked to select dozens of ‘concubines’ for fun.”

"Wait a minute." He became even more confused, "I've heard of Concubine Tian and Concubine Ming. What is 'Concubine Li'?"

"It means putting dozens of beauties alive in coffins and burying them in Yinshan Mountain."

Long Wu's voice was low and his expression was a little dull.

"The people in the coffin are stuffy and claustrophobic, and they will slowly suffocate to death in fear.

Resentment accumulates and grows into a fierce ghost. At this time, Lord Yinshi Ming took them into the harem again, calling them "Concubine Li", and had fun. "

"There is such a thing?"

Ao Bing was shocked and couldn't believe it.

He has been active in Nanzhan Buzhou and has never been to Beiju Luzhou. He did not expect the situation here to be so exaggerated.

Taoist nun Ling'er interrupted at this time and said: "Prince, you don't know something. Living sacrifices have become a tradition in Luzhou, Beiju. All tribes have people to sacrifice to the gods."

"So, you have also received sacrifices before?" Ao Bing raised his eyebrows, his expression a little subtle.

Upon hearing his tone, Long Wu trembled all over, "No, no, absolutely not!!"

Heaven has its own rules, and the earth has its laws.

The righteous gods can receive incense, but they cannot enjoy human sacrifices.

If you carry this pot on your back, no one will be able to use it.

"You're just a little rain god, how dare you do such a heinous thing."

"It's best not!" Ao Bing sneered, noncommittal.

Then ask them:

"That Yinshi Mingjun from the Dog Basket dared to intercept the souls of the Yuyang Kingdom. Didn't the Yinshi Underworld react at all?"

"Of course there was a reaction."

Long Wu rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his head.

Although Ao Bing didn't say anything just now, the gap in status and strength between the two made him instinctively nervous and sweating.

Knowing that the other party was a big shot who could decide his life or death with one word, he hurriedly replied:

“Before, the underworld also sent [-] ghost soldiers and ghost generals to fight several battles.

It's just that the Lord of the Underworld has a treasure vase. When he opens the lid, he collects tens of thousands of ghosts. Every time, he is defeated.

Over time, we can only let it grow up. "

Ha ha.

Ao Bing started to sneer.

After working on it for a long time, the underworld is still in ruins.

The souls of the Yuyang Kingdom are reincarnated and cannot return to the underworld after death, so they have no way to go out.

There's definitely something wrong with the accounts.

Then he thought about the fact that Heavenly Court did not send troops to conquer, and he knew better.

Most likely, someone in the underworld tried their best to cover up the situation for the sake of good political performance, so that the souls of the Yuyang Kingdom were trapped in the Ghost Kingdom, unable to even be reincarnated.

One thousand eight hundred years!

A whole thousand, six hundred years! !
Grass!
He was so filled with righteous indignation that he held back the word "grass" for a long time.

For 600 years, there were lives and deaths every year.

How many dead souls cannot be reincarnated?

No wonder Nuwa Empress asked him to come here to find the "Xuanyin Treasure Vase".

She probably felt angry because she thought someone was using her magic weapon to show off her power.

And when hundreds of millions of ghosts in the underworld were wiped out this time, he came to ask for help, so he left the job to him.

He frowned and thought, walking up and down the hall, feeling that things were a bit tricky.

First of all, the "Xuanyin Treasure Vase" can collect tens of thousands of ghosts, which obviously restrains him.

Ao Bing was not afraid of fighting with real swords and guns, but he was afraid of this kind of magic weapon that targeted the soul.

Even if he has great supernatural powers, he can only do nothing if his soul is taken away.

Second.

That "Xuanyin Treasure Vase" was originally used by Empress Nuwa to suppress the fire demon, so why did it suddenly get into the hands of someone else?

Is the fire demon dead?

If he is not dead, is it possible that in addition to the "Underworld Lord", there is also a fire demon hiding in the dark?
Several questions gave him more headaches as he thought about them. He struggled over and over again and couldn't help but think to himself:
“As the saying goes, ‘Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be victorious in every battle’.

I relied on the advantage of foresight on the Xiqi battlefield and repeatedly took the lead.

Now that the enemy's situation is unknown, we cannot be reckless. "

After thinking for a long time, I suddenly had an idea...

(End of this chapter)