My master is the coffin

Chapter 522 Appearance
We stood at the gate of the palace, looking into the dark doorway.Suddenly I was worried, not knowing whether I should go in or not.

At this time, a voice came from inside: "Are you here?"

The three of us shuddered.Is there someone in there?
My first reaction was: "It's broken, I was discovered by Meng Po."

But this idea was quickly rejected by me.The other party was obviously not Po Meng.Because this voice is more majestic than Meng Poyao.

I began to think: "Could it be that this is the old Pluto?"

Apparently, I'm not the only one with this guess.Wushuang said softly: "Do you think this voice belongs to the old Pluto?"

I hesitated and nodded, and said: "We heard the old Pluto speak in the desert back then, and it seemed to be this voice, but at that time, she was about to die, so she didn't have such confidence."

Wushuang nodded and said, "I don't know if the Pluto here is real, maybe it's another substitute. Hey, anyway, we should be more careful."

We were discussing in whispers outside, and the voice inside said again: "Come in, don't stand at the door."

With the attitude of what we have come, we will be safe, and we walked slowly.

It was a little dark inside, although the lamp was always on.But the light didn't illuminate much.

I looked at an altar at the door, and behind the table was a tall Buddha statue, none other than the old Pluto himself.

There are three futons in front of the altar, presumably for people to worship.

Apart from this, there is nothing else in this palace.

The abbot said with some dissatisfaction: "From the outside, the house looks resplendent and magnificent, and it is extraordinarily tall. Why is it so simple when you walk in?"

Wushuang said: "Whether it is simple or not, the old Pluto is enshrined here, so we should pay homage to her."

Then, she knelt on the futon and kowtowed a few times respectfully.

After Wushuang finished praying, he found that I was still standing, so he gave me a hand in dissatisfaction, and asked me to kneel down too.

I thought in my heart: "Since you are Wushuang's ancestor, you can also be regarded as half of my ancestor. It seems that there is nothing wrong with me paying homage to you."

So I also kowtowed a few times.

Fatty hid his head, seeing that we had done this, he quickly knelt down too.Never, never, never, he shouldn't have muttered while praying: "Don't blame anyone, don't blame him if he offends you."

Wushuang was a little unhappy: "Hearing what you said, do you think that our ancestor is dead, and we are afraid of causing trouble for you?"

The abbot explained: "Look here, it's gloomy, it's clearly a yin house, and it's built under the underworld. From my point of view, the old Pluto is probably dead."

Wu Shuang shouted: "Fart, the ancestor is so capable, he won't die easily. These days, Xu You and I have seen many things, which can prove that the ancestor is still alive."

I echoed Wushuang in my mouth, but thought in my heart: "Is the old Pluto really still alive? All we have seen in the past are her doubles. Could it be that her real body is here?"

The abbot didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, and he got up with Wushuangbar. He stated the facts and made sense, and he must say that the old Pluto was dead.

But Wushuang said angrily: "If the ancestor died, who was talking just now?"

One sentence stopped the abbot.Then he said cheekily: "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost. It is the soul of the old Pluto who speaks."

At our level, as long as there is still a wisp of remnant soul, it cannot be called dead.So what the abbot said was pure nonsense.

Seeing that he was such a rascal, Wushuang also lost interest.He began to reverently say to the statue of the old Hades: "Old Ancestor, if you are still alive, please show up. Your descendants are in trouble."

Afterwards, Wushuang knelt there motionless.

I have never seen her so pious, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Whether it's cramming, or despair makes people have illusions.Now I strongly hope that the old Pluto will show up and help us.

Thinking of this, I involuntarily looked up.It was amazing to see this, and I found that the old Pluto, whose eyes were slightly closed and had a kind face, actually opened his eyes.She is looking at me meaningfully.

I was startled, like a conditioned reflex, I turned around and wanted to leave, but after shaking my body, I regained my stability.

I swallowed and said nervously: "Old Pluto?"

She didn't answer me, just hooked the corner of her mouth and showed a smile.

I stared straight at her, trying my best to express my kindness, while I quietly poked Wushuang beside me with my elbow: "Hey, your ancestor really appeared."

Wushuang didn't respond.I'm so anxious, this guy won't fall asleep at a critical moment.

So I took a look at Wushuang.

This look almost didn't scare me to death.I saw that the person kneeling next to me was not Wushuang at all.But Po Meng.

The old woman was grinning at me with a wrinkled face.

I couldn't care about anything else at this time, so I stood up with a groan.

However, Po Meng stretched out her cold fingers and put them on my neck.

I felt a strange cold pouring in from my neck, almost freezing my whole body.

I thought to myself: "It's over, it's over. It's over now. Granny Meng caught me again, and I'm sure I won't be able to keep my memory."

I remembered what the abbot said, and wanted to turn around and fight with Po Meng, but my body was already controlled by the other party, and there was nothing I could do.

Afterwards, I heard Granny Meng's voice ringing in my ears: "Young man, have you ignored what the old woman said? You have a lot of connections with the old Pluto. I will not accept your life."

Then, I felt her press on my neck.My head went numb, and I didn't know anything about this.

No one would feel better if someone fainted twice a day.

I lay for a long time with my eyes closed.Suddenly, it felt as if the surrounding air had been boiled by someone.There was a squeaking sound.And there was a sharp pain all over me.It's like countless snakes are biting me.

I opened my eyes dimly.I found chaos all around me.

After thinking for a long time, I realized that I was thrown back to the Soul Transformation Pool.The air bubbles around my body have been eroded by the pool water, and there are very few left.

I was shocked and quickly wrapped my body with Yin and Yang Qi.Only then did I realize that it was very difficult for me to use Yin and Yang Qi.

I don't know how long I stayed in the pool of souls, I feel that I am exhausted.

I looked around and saw Wushuang and Abbot floating beside me with their eyes closed.Their situation is not much better.I quickly woke them up.Go back with the two of them.

In the water, I found that today's Soul Transformation Pool is a little different from the past.I saw many shiny things falling from the water.Like a shooting star, it flashes past us.

The abbot grabbed a hand in his busy schedule.After studying for a while, he said, "This thing looks like silver."

I shook my head: "How is it possible? There is still a silver mine in the underworld?"

I took that little piece of metal.It was found that there was a shallow mark on it, which seemed to be a symbol.

However, before I could figure it out, we were already on the surface.

The pressure on my ears eased, and my nose breathed a burst of fresh air.Then, I heard earth-shattering wailing.

I climbed up in a little surprise, and many people were sitting around the soul-transforming pool, throwing a lot of silver ingots into it.

These people threw it and cried at the same time.It's just terribly sad.

Wushuang jumped ashore and asked a brat abruptly, "Why are you crying?"

The kid was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a figure.After seeing Wushuang, he shouted excitedly: "Pluto is back, Pluto is back."

Afterwards, those crying little devils suddenly jumped up and cheered, "The Pluto is back, the Pluto is back."

Wushuang looked at them in confusion: "What does this mean? Has something happened in the underworld again?"

Soon, the crowd divided and made way.A group of people hurried over from the middle of the road.This group of people is none other than my parents, Zhang Yuan and his wife, Zhi Zha Wu and others.

My mother's eyes were red from crying, and she still held a handful of silver ingots in her hand.

When she saw me, she left the silver ingot on the ground, hugged her head and cried, and beat me while crying: "You child, you haven't come back for three days, I thought you died down there."

(End of this chapter)