The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 13 Going to the Ghost World
As soon as these words fell, Xu Qingqing felt a trace of imprint on the depths of her blood, an extremely weak imprint, which she could easily erase, but she didn't move, because she didn't live long, so why talk about blood.

Jikong took her by the sleeve and planned to take her back to the inn, Wuming walked over and nodded slightly, calling Yaoyun to leave.

Back at the inn, the two were silent for a long time.

Jikong said first: "Your Taoism has the magic power."

"recovered."

"That poor monk has to take a step ahead and return in seven days."

"it is good."

Jikong stood there and looked at Xu Qingqing for a while, as if he had something to say, but finally turned and left.

Xu Qingqing touched her calf, it was hard, she was no stranger to it, it was the scales on her body, she turned over and lay on the bed, what came to her mind was the last sentence when she first explored the forbidden technique: forbidden The technique is completed, the scales are wrapped around the body, the world is lost, and the life span is short.May you use it with caution.She probably understood what it meant, but so what, it was too late, she had already used it.

She let out a sigh of relief, full of helplessness, she thought that she would never reach this point, but it's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

Seven days passed in a flash, and Wuming, who had gone to nowhere these days, also came back. She sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, with her hands on her knees, and said frivolously, "Xu Qingqing, go to Jincheng."

Xu Qingqing dropped a black piece on the chessboard, forming a dragon shape, and the dragon formed by the white pieces was dying. She picked up the teacup in hand, took a sip, and nodded slightly, not knowing if she heard it.

Wuming didn't say much, and tapped his knee with his left finger.

For a moment there was noise downstairs.

Xu Qingqing closed her eyes and listened.

"Master, please let her go and let her be reincarnated. She hasn't harmed anyone." Then there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"One peck and one drink, karma is determined, she has her own place to go, why should the benefactor force it."

"No, if you don't want to, I'll knock wherever you go."

Then there were all kinds of noise.

Xu Qingqing continued to put down a white piece without stopping, the situation on the chessboard suddenly changed, the white dragon was no longer in decline, and there was some room for maneuver.Xu Qingqing got up, and with a move with one hand, put the chessboard and teacup into her sleeve.Jumping down from the window, Wuming chuckled and followed.

Seeing them coming, Ji Kong silently walked behind Xu Qingqing.

The real city lord who had been here several times didn't understand, and was about to kneel down again.Xu Qingqing did a little trick, and the city lord couldn't kneel down.

Xu Qingqing said unceremoniously: "If she didn't harm anyone, why is there such a scene in this city?"

The elegant man burst into tears and murmured, "This is all my fault. If there is a punishment, I will bear it for her. Can you let me see her for the last time?"

"No." Xu Qingqing flatly refused, and continued, "She doesn't want to see you."

"Why?"

"You don't love me." The female ghost's voice sounded suddenly, extremely sharp.

The man felt very uncomfortable when he heard the words, until now, that proud man was too shy to call out "husband", and his body, which had not healed from his injuries, couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Husband." The voice was sincere, but the female ghost who was about to pounce was stopped by two ghosts, shackled by layers of shackles, and sank directly from the ground.

The mortals around were frightened out of their wits by this scene, and scattered away.

The man finally fainted in shock and anger. Xu Qingqing really wanted to leave, but she couldn't, because from the time she entered the need for city management, someone had borrowed the law of heaven to design her to have a relationship with the people of this city. If cause and effect are implicated, and if cause and effect are not cut off, it will be difficult for her to make progress in her practice.In desperation, she picked up the man with one hand and brought him back to the inn.

In the inn, Xu Qingqing, Wuming, and Jikong sat around the Eight Immortals table, but the man was thrown aside by Xu Qingqing.

After a long while, Xu Qingqing said, "One person has to go to the ghost world."

As soon as Xu Qingqing finished speaking, Wuming threw out a black wooden token. On the front of the token, there were three characters of ghost world orders, and on the back, there were eighteen hell maps, and the token was full of ghosts. Wish to go to that place, promise, I have already taken out the order of the ghost world."

Xu Qingqing picked up the ghost world order, played with it in his hand and said: "Jikong, I have a discussion with you. If you can bring the ghost's soul back to one day, the cause and effect between you and me will be wiped out."

"The poor monk will go now." Ji Kong lowered his eyes, covering his dark pupils for the first time.

Xu Qingqing nodded dispensably, threw the ghost order, and the ghost order was suspended in the air, Xu Qingqing put his ten fingers together in his palm, his thumb was under the little finger, his index finger touched, and he uttered an aggressive sound : "Fengdu Ghost City, Yan Luo dies, the ghost gate is closed and opened."

A phantom of the gate of ghosts appeared in the mid-air. There were evil spirits struggling on the gate, almost wanting to devour people.

The gate of hell was still open, so Xu Qingqing took out the tea set and chess set from her sleeves, and poured herself a drink in her own leisure time, feeling very happy.

Wuming then moved a stool and sat opposite her, and teased: "You are not afraid that he will not come back."

Xu Qingqing said casually: "Why, I'm not afraid of me now, and now I don't have the respect and honor when we first met. As for him, if he doesn't come back, it can only be said that his fate is bad, and we will think about it later. The solution is, besides, someone is scheming against me. There is no need for you to worry about it, you might as well think about it." The words stopped here.

Wuming understood, touched the corners of his eyes, and said with a sneer: "I was worried for nothing, yes, you, Xu Qingqing, have always thought of everything, so why should others do so."

Xu Qingqing didn't answer, put her index finger close to her lips, and hissed.

Seeing this, Wuming didn't say much, but took a sunspot and dropped it on the chessboard, and the two started fighting.

At this time, Ji Kong was already in the ghost emperor's palace, he listened carefully, there was a woman laughing, and he went looking for the sound, but saw a man standing by the roadside, the man was wearing a deep purple charm red shirt, which should be so vulgar To the extreme, he looked so good-looking on him, showing nobility and frivolity in his gestures, he said: "Why are you?"

Jikong saluted, but before he opened his mouth, the five fingers of the man's left hand went straight to Jikong's neck. Jikong was always on guard, but he was not a man's opponent, so he could only watch the man's five fingers resting on his neck. With a "kuang", there was the sound of metal colliding. Jikong's neck was intact, but five white marks appeared.

Ji Kong was neither happy nor angry: "Why did the benefactor act so cruelly?"

The man turned his head and smiled warmly and affectionately: "If you take the next three moves, it's not too late to tell you. One move is already done, and the next move is the second move, the Great Compassionate Ghost Palm."

The man slapped a palm, and the palm became bigger and bigger, with countless ghosts rushing towards his face, the strange thing is that the ghosts were not vicious, but all of them were kind-hearted, making people feel happy when they saw it, this is the Great Compassionate Ghost Palm.

Buddhas are humans, immortals are humans, and ghosts are humans. After death, they will become ghosts, and they will also have compassion and compassion. Compassionate heart, this palm is the "Great Mercy Chiba Palm" from the Buddha world. "Derived from.

It's a pity that this man's punch has more than enough power, but not enough compassion. He has four or nine ways, and he escapes one of them. As a result, no matter how perfect this world is, there will be a glimmer of life. Breaking this palm should not cause anxiety and uncertainty.

Silence and emptiness are clear, so instead of retreating, advance.But the truth is that the real Buddha was also angry, he shook his sleeve robe, and a section of green linden tree branch with tender buds appeared in his hand, he squeezed the linden tree branch and hit it hard, very fast, until the last linden tree branch The golden rays of light in the green of the branches filled the surroundings, impressively weaving into a dense net.The helpless thing is that the man's morality is much higher than that of Jikong. He frowned slightly when he saw this, blessed the bodhi tree branch with mana, waved it out, and the golden light shone brightly for a moment, covering the green light of the branch itself. A thin ray of golden light not only shattered the pitch-black ghost palm, but also turned into ten dozen and passed over.

The man dodged one by one without touching his feet. He licked the corners of his lips and felt that he was not so bored. All moves are good.He doesn't mind playing around with this person, this life is too boring, he doesn't want to miss anything that can make him feel less boring, but after the woman left, he was so boring that he didn't even care about this cat play. The happiness of the mice is used to comfort them.

Jikong didn't know that the man's thoughts turned so many times at this moment. Jikong clearly felt that the mana in his body was almost consumed, and the bodhi tree branches turned into specks of powder after repeated spells, and disappeared into the air. He opened his tightly clenched hands and let out a breath of foul air.

Seeing this, Yuan Qing withdrew her hand, stopped attacking, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I am the ghost emperor, why did you come to my ghost world?"

Jikong stood straight, like a cliff and a solitary pine piercing into the sky, his face was serious and indifferent, condensed into a piece of ice, his back was stubborn and cold, his head was barefoot, his hands were drooping, his old monk's robe was windless, and his clothes fluttered in a daze. Feeling that he was about to turn away and not belong to the human world, he ignored the ghost emperor's questioning, and said to himself: "What a ghost emperor, who killed the emperor and relatives of the Qing clan, only because of a ghost when he ascended the throne. Asking, the soul flies away." Said lightly and calmly, without any change in expression, as if what the ghost emperor did was justified.

"How about the poor monk and junior brother?" Ghost Emperor didn't speak, but made a voice instead.

Ji Kong looked for his reputation, the man nodded to him with a smile, and he frowned: "Ji Mie, why are you here?"

It turned out that this person dressed in a brocade cassock, holding a nine-dragon tin staff, and the evil smile on his handsome face turned into a solemn treasure, like a Buddha's son, was Jikong's eighth brother Ji Mie.

"It's better to go to the pavilion and explain it." Ghost Emperor said proudly.

Both of them are good.

The few people didn't take two steps before they saw a pavilion, the pavilion was just an ordinary pavilion, and the things in the pavilion were just ordinary things, but these ordinary things seemed extraordinary in this place of the ghost world.The ghost emperor didn't want to say more, and the two of them didn't want to ask more.

Several people sat down, the ghost emperor sat down, and with a wave of his right hand, there was a lot of spirit fruit nectar unique to the ghost world on the table.

"My name is Yuanqing." When the ghost emperor said this, his expression was indescribably arrogant, as if letting the other party know his name was already a great gift from heaven.

(End of this chapter)