The glory system of the king of the prehistoric landscape

Chapter 127 The First Construction of the Underworld
Since Asura entered the Underworld, the minds of countless people have become active. Since Styx can share a piece of the pie, what about us saints?
Sanqing immediately came to the Six Paths of Samsara together, but Houtu didn't buy it, there were also three saints in the Six Paths, Houtu, Pingxin, and Samsara whose aura had stabilized!
If you really want to fight, you will really be afraid of Sanqing. This underworld is where our witch clan retreats. You Sanqing do nothing, just want to share a share of merit?
"Please go back, Saint Sanqing!" Houtu said calmly, looking at Sanqing in front of him.

"This reincarnation is the place of soul reincarnation in the whole prehistoric world. We just want to come here to share an errand and assist the Houtu sage in managing the six reincarnations." Taishang said lightly.

"My witch clan will send people, so I don't need to bother the saint." Hou Tu said with a smile.

"This" Taishang is slightly at a loss for words, this reincarnation is indeed transformed by Houtu's fleshy body, but the merits and virtues in it can't help Sanqing not being tempted.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu thinks you can really defend the six reincarnations? I'm afraid you'll have to do it once." Tong Tian said threateningly.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu, assign some positions to them. My reincarnation is a start-up, and I really need manpower!" Ping Xin walked out of another reincarnation and said slowly.

"Huh?" Houtu glanced at Pingxin lightly.

"Give them some." The Demon God of Samsara smiled beside Pingxin.

"Alright then!" Hou Tu also nodded slightly.

Sanqing was overjoyed immediately, they all bid farewell and arranged for staff to go.

"I don't know why the two of you gave up this part of merit?" Houtu asked suspiciously.

"This merit cannot be kept." The Demon God of Reincarnation shook his head and said.

Although Houtu held a high position among the ancestral witches, he was still like an inexperienced child in front of the Demon God of Reincarnation.

"I would like to listen to the teachings of the seniors." Houtu arched his hands and said.

"The great merit of creating reincarnation this time can push both of you to the saint. I am afraid that in the eyes of the saint, this reincarnation is already a huge piece of fat. With so much merit, we can still stop Sanqing. What about them uniting with Nuwa and the two Western Saints?" The Demon God of Reincarnation smiled lightly.

"It's my lack of consideration." Hou Tu took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Little sister." A pleasantly surprised voice came from a distance, and the huge voice shook the sea of ​​blood trembling slightly.

Ping Xin and the Demon God of Samsara looked at each other, and then slowly disappeared.

"Brother Zhu Rong?" Houtu also smiled.

"Haha, we are worried that there is no one in your reincarnation, so we specially brought most of the Wu clan's troops to guard your reincarnation!" Zhu Rong laughed.

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Most of the troops?What about the Lich vs. my Witch Clan?
"It doesn't need to be too much, I just need to select some witches to take care of my reincarnation and maintain normal operation!" Hou Tu laughed.

"Haha, I brought all the belts, you can choose whatever you want, little girl!" Gonggong said.

"Okay." Hou Tu also nodded and said.

Subsequently, a complete set of reincarnation system was preliminarily determined, and the witches called it the Yin Division!

"Okay, it's settled like this. The great witch of my witch clan will be the five halls of the ten halls of Yama, and the others will be sent to the saints of the heavens! And the following Yin officials will be held by witches!" Di Jiang said lightly. .

"Okay!" Although several people had some complaints about the job offer, they didn't say much after the decision was made.

Immediately, countless great witches and witches were left behind to build the underworld. Houtu looked at the boring scenery in the underworld, frowned slightly, and then created the unique scenery of the underworld, such as Wangchuan River, Ghost Gate, Naihe Bridge, etc., although it is slightly gloomy , but Houtu, as a witch clan, doesn't think so.

In front of Naihe Bridge, there is an old woman named Po Meng.As one of Pingxin's avatars, pour a bowl of thick soup in front of the Naihe Bridge to erase the ghost's previous memory.

For "the gate of hell is closed and this life is broken, and the bridge of Naihe is on the front edge."

Zhunti walked slowly among the human race, seemingly inconspicuous among the thousands of human races.

At this moment, seeing a crying child, about five or six years old, his heart couldn't help but he stepped forward and asked, "Little baby, I don't know why you are crying?"

"My mother just passed away." The child cried.

Zhunti was slightly silent. Birth, old age, sickness and death will always plague this huge ethnic group. They have an extremely short lifespan, and after passing away, their souls return to the six realms of reincarnation.

Looking at the straw mat wrapped in front of him, a shallow soul is slowly drifting away into the nether sea of ​​blood, Zhunti slowly weighed it in his heart.

He looked at the little baby at the side again, and said, "I can save your mother."

Although it is somewhat troublesome to rescue a mortal who has just died with the means of a saint, it is not difficult.

"Really?" The child stopped crying immediately, and asked Zhun with his big eyes open.

Zhunti slowly turned his face away, not looking directly at those eyes that could cleanse the soul.

"What's your name?" Zhunti didn't answer directly.

"My name is Zang!" Zang raised his face slightly, but when he saw his mother lying on the bamboo mat beside him, his heart felt sad again, and he couldn't help crying again.

"Can you learn Buddhism with me and go rescue your mother by yourself in the future?" Zhunti said softly.

"How long will this take?" Zang didn't directly agree.

"If you can master all the Dharma taught by me, I'm afraid you will be able to meet your mother soon." Zhun Ti laughed.

"Well," Zang hesitated for a long time, but also agreed, "Don't lie to me."

"Haha, my sage's jinkouyuyan, I will lie to you a little baby!" Zhunti laughed.

Then he attached a great mantra to the forehead of the middle-aged woman, which contained endless Buddhist teachings, which could keep her from entering reincarnation, and said, "You will not enter reincarnation for now, your child will go to resurrect you .”

The middle-aged woman looked slightly complicated, bowed to Zhunti, and then went to the six reincarnations by herself.

For countless years after that, a woman with a Buddha's light shining on her forehead stood on the bank of the Wangchuan River and watched the endless flood.

"I have seen you by the Wangchuan River countless times, why don't you enter reincarnation?" Meng Po asked.

"I'm waiting for someone." The woman smiled.

"Who are you waiting for?" Meng Po asked.

"Wait for my son, his name is Zang, he is a very smart little guy, he said he will bring me back to life." The woman said with a smile on her face.

"Also human?" Po Meng asked.

"Yes." The woman replied.

"Wait, I'll check the book of life and death for you. The life of a human race is like a candle, and it only lasts a hundred years. I'm afraid they have entered reincarnation early." Meng Po sighed softly.

"Hmm!" The woman hummed softly, but didn't pay attention.

The woman's soul fluttered slightly, and it seemed that she was about to dissipate, Po Meng sighed slightly, and stopped persuading her.

　In many records, Mengpo is related to the wind. Therefore, "Kangxi Dictionary" (Zhang Yushu, Qing Dynasty) quoted "Nanyue Zhi": Hurricane mother is Mengpo, and it is also dizzy like a rainbow in spring and summer.

　　
　
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