Maoshan Judge

Chapter 314 Meeting the King of Fengdu

"Well, let's go then." Xiaobei left the Thanksgiving Courtyard with a cup of tears in his hand. We followed behind him, only to see the two gatekeepers looking at us viciously. Xiaobei picked up the cup and said in a signal way: " Two big brothers, we have collected tears"

"So fast?" The two asked dumbfounded. Xiaobei ignored them, but walked to the door on his own, poured a glass of water into the door knocker of the funnel, tears leaked down the inside, and the door unexpectedly It opened with a "creak", and there was a luxurious courtyard inside.

"You two, you can go in now." The two gatekeepers suddenly became obedient and made a gesture of invitation. We walked in swaggeringly, and there was a tower inside. The exquisite carvings on it were like those Animals are carved vividly, and three big characters "Tianzi Palace" are written on the tower.

"We're finally here." Xiaobei stretched his waist and walked straight in, but there was no one inside. The few of us walked into one of the courtyards suspiciously. The decoration inside was very luxurious, and there was only one lonely person inside. The old man is busy in front of a computer.

"Grandpa" I shouted towards the inside, but Grandpa was still busy in front of the computer and didn't hear my shout at all. He was wearing a dark gray suit with many medals on it. Uncle Qiu looked at me deeply. Looking at Grandpa, he knelt down with a "plop", "Dad"

Maybe it was Uncle Qiu's loud shout, which pulled Grandpa back from his busy work. A trace of joy flashed on his face, "Xiao Gang, why did you come here, and who is this?" He pointed and knelt down on him Uncle Qiu in front of me.

"Dad, I'm Xiaoqiu." Uncle Qiu's tears flowed down his cheeks. I couldn't believe my grandfather's appearance just now. His face was already very thin, but no matter what happened to my grandfather's unchanging calmness, I would still thrown out.

"Xiaoqiu? Are you Xiaoqiu?" Grandpa grabbed Uncle Qiu's hands tightly, but then said with remorse: "Xiaoqiu, it's Dad who is sorry for you, so you should blame me."

"Dad, don't hide it. I already know it. You had no other choice back then." Uncle Qiu wiped away his tears and stood up.

"Then is your brother okay?" Grandpa asked worriedly, clasping his hands tightly.

"My younger brother was possessed by fate many years ago, and he is dead now," Qiu Shu said with self-blame.

"What?" Grandpa beat his chest vigorously as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, "It's all my fault, God, why are you treating me so cruelly?" After speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood come out, and those who are weak will fall to the ground.

"Grandpa, hold on!" I rushed forward and supported Grandpa.

"Dad, it's all over, Xiaogang has brought you some good news." Uncle Qiu may think that grandpa is too tired to provoke the old man anymore.

"Yes, Grandpa, I have already recognized my ancestors, and we have entered the ancestral temple of the Wei family in western Hunan." I smiled and said to my grandpa who was supporting me.

"Really?" Grandpa stood up straight all of a sudden, the painful expression just now disappeared, and he looked at me in surprise instead.

"That's right, grandpa, but the god you mentioned recently has also changed. He has also become a demon, trying to change the fate of human beings. Everything now is done by fate." I said to grandpa, and asked suspiciously Said: "Grandpa, is your Fengdu alright?"

"Well, my Fengdu King is not bad. Since you are here, you must stay for a few more days." Grandpa said with a smile, but there was a trace of sadness on his face. Although it was extremely short, I could see it for real.

"Grandpa, don't lie to us anymore. You see, there is no one in the Temple of Heaven, and I got the latest information that the ghost king is coming to attack here." But as his junior, I also want to share.

"Hey, Xiao Gang, you noticed it. Recently, the ghost king has sent envoys to recruit me to surrender Fengdu, but no matter how bad I am, I will never surrender to the rebellious class." Grandpa said righteously.

"So the Taoist priest's grandpa is the King of Fengdu?" Qi Wangwang looked at the two of us in surprise, his words changed the subject of grandpa, and grandpa looked him over carefully, "Who is he?"

"Oh, his name is Qi Wangwang, he is an unjust dead ghost, and I want you to find out how much Yang Shou has left?" I asked my grandfather, who sat down in front of the computer and quickly typed on the keyboard, "Qi Hopefully, I’m 33 this year, I live in District B of Suzhou, Yangshou is 33, I’m not mistaken.”

"What? My Yangshou is only 33?" Qi Wangwang asked disappointedly. Grandpa finally fixed his eyes in front of the computer. After looking at it for a long time, he looked at Qi Wangwang in disbelief, "Is this impossible? Yinshou is one billion year? This is incredible, isn’t it?”

"What is Yinshou?" Qi Wangwang asked in confusion.

"It's the number of days for a person to be a ghost after death, but isn't the lifespan of a billion years too long? Ordinary ghosts only have a few hundred years." I asked incredulously, but I got an idea in my heart, but this is not yet to the necessary time.

"Okay, Xiaogang, I'm very happy that you can help me. Is your grandma okay?" Grandpa looked at me and asked.

"Well, grandma is very good and in good health, but she is a little deaf." I said to grandpa, and he sighed, "it's hard for her to be alone in the world now."

"Then your father and the others treat him well?" Grandpa asked anxiously, and I could only answer truthfully: "My father is fine, but uncle and his family are not good to grandma, but now that there is uncle Qiu, grandma is fine "

"Don't worry, I'm on Mom's side." Uncle Qiu walked up and said while holding Grandpa's hand.

"A few days ago, the higher-ups sent people to say that their heavenly realm cannot intervene in this matter. To resolve this calamity, only by finding a new master of the underworld can it be resolved."

"King Fengdu? What kind of lord of the underworld, how can I live this life? I'm not familiar with the place where I was born here." Qi Wangwang said worriedly. Indeed, the lifespan of hundreds of millions of years is only for ghosts who have descended to the [-]th floor of hell. Talent, but he doesn't look like a heinous person.

"I don't think you are a very evil person. Maybe your yin life is arranged by heaven." Grandpa looked at Qi Wangwang carefully again and said, but found something, and asked him again: "What is the yin energy in your body?" It’s so heavy, how long have you been dead?” Ordinary ghosts don’t have much yin energy just after death, and the yin energy will only become heavy after a long time.

"I see. Now I can tell you clearly that Qi Wangwang is actually the new Lord of the Underworld. He had a lot of Yin Qi in his life, and you can see the birthmark on his back is very close to the reminder of the previous King of Hades." I tore away Qi Wangwang's clothes and the tattoos he saw last time.

"What? I'm the Lord of the Underworld? Don't be joking, but why don't I know?" Qi Wangwang tried his best to argue, but I said excitedly: "That's because you haven't awakened yet, so your official uniform hasn't appeared yet. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

(End of this chapter)