Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 6 Qingyang Yinsi 【New book for collection! 】

Yan Ping frowned, the small courtyard was getting more and more cloudy, as if a ghost had come.

"Where is the ghost, leave quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Ripples appeared in the void, and a ghost with the appearance of a general appeared, bowing to each other and saying, "The King of Night Tour Gods at Chenghuang Temple in Qingyang Mansion should have met Mr."

Nocturnal God.

City God Temple.

Yan Ping looked at it curiously, of course he knew about the City God Temple, but this was the first time he had seen the ghosts and gods in the temple.

Yan Ping bowed back and said, "I don't know what the night ghosts are looking for?"

Ye Youshen's golden body staggered, almost kneeling down for Yan Ping.

Only ghosts and gods have always respected the great Confucians in the world, so there is no reason for the great Confucians in the world to respect ghosts and gods.

Ye Youshen struggled to support, and hurriedly said: "Mister, please hold your hand high, and accept the etiquette quickly, the small god has a low position and a small position, and cannot afford the gentleman's gift."

Seeing Ye Youshen who almost knelt down, Yan Ping was also startled, and quickly stood up straight.

Ye Youshen heaved a sigh of relief, almost, his golden body was about to crack under the pressure.

The literary fortune on his head is like a canopy, he is really a great Confucianist in the world, and he can't fake it.

Such an existence, no matter which country in the world it is in, is a person who needs to be respected by Yin and Yang.

At that moment, Ye Youshen explained his intention.

"City God wants to see me, do you want to ask me for something?"

Turn it upside down, shouldn't people ask ghosts and gods for help when they have something to do?

Ye Youshen hurriedly said: "The name of the city god of this mansion is Guo Ziyi, sir, you can just call him Guo Chenghuang by your name, no honorific address is needed."

"Since your City God invites you, I can't refuse, so let's go."

It never hurts to make some new friends when you're new here.

There was a sedan chair parked outside the courtyard, and four tall ghost guards stood beside it.

"Sir, please get on the sedan chair."

Yan Ping got into the sedan chair, Ye Youshen opened the way, and the four ghosts sent the sedan chair up into the air and floated towards the Town God's Temple.

Arriving at the back mountain of the Town God's Temple, a ray of Dharma light shot out from the token on the waist of Ye Youshen, and a black gate appeared in the void, with the words Qingyang Mansion Yinsi on it.

The door opened slowly, and a strong breath of the underworld rushed in.

After entering the underworld, Yan Ping found that the underworld was completely different from what he had imagined.

There's nothing eerie about it.

There are many shops, teahouses, restaurants and even brothels on both sides of the street, full of traffic, hawking and shouting, like a city on earth.

"Isn't this underworld a place of reincarnation? After death, mortals will repay good and evil according to their good fortune in life. They will either go to hell to be punished, or be reincarnated..."

"Sir, you are joking. The Six Paths of Reincarnation is the greatest secret between heaven and earth. How can it be manipulated by the Yin Division of the City God. Once a mortal's Yangshou arrives, after entering the Yin Division, there is still a period of long or short Yinshou to enjoy according to his good fortune and evil. Only when the yin life is exhausted will the real soul return to heaven and earth."

"There are [-] levels of hell, but they are just prisons for prisoners in the underworld. We don't have Mengpo soup here, and there is no Naihe bridge. I have heard of Huangquan. It seems that the largest underworld in ancient times can link up with the underworld through Huangquan. , Form the underworld court.

At that time, all ghosts and gods in the underworld were appointed by the Great Emperor of the Underworld, and the real people in the yangworld were in charge of the affairs of the yang, and the people of the underworld were in charge of the affairs of the underworld, instead of being appointed by the emperor of the world now. "

Seeing is believing, hearing is not.

It is really not advisable to follow others' opinions.

Ye Youshen saw that the Confucian was interested in Yinsi City, so he signaled Guicha to slow down and walked around the city, satisfying Yan Ping's desire to explore.

In the Great Hall of the Underworld, Guo Ziyi, who sensed the breath of literary movement, led all the ghosts and gods out to greet him.

"Guo Ziyi, the City God of Qingyang Mansion, has met Mr.

"Meet sir."

"Don't dare, dare not, I'm..."

Subconsciously, Yan Ping wanted to salute, but suddenly remembered Ye Youshen's instructions, and cupped his hands, "I don't know why Guo Chenghuang asked Yan to come here?"

Guo Ziyi made a bow and said, "Mr. Yan, two years ago there was a war in Yangjian... Please Mr. Yan, for the sake of the 600 million innocent people in Qingyang Prefecture, help Qingyang Prefecture Yin Division to overcome this disaster."

Suppress demons with the righteousness of great Confucianism.

Great Confucianism.

He is only a scholar, when did he become a great Confucian.

Even the fame of this scholar was left to him by his predecessor.

The Confucian method also started to practice today.

Wenyun.

It must be the sudden appearance of Wen Yun that caused a misunderstanding.

what to do.

He doesn't have the ability to suppress demons at all. To be honest, will he be beaten to death by these ghosts and gods!

"Mister, please help the Qingyang Yin Division to overcome this catastrophe."

"Um, this Yan..."

"It's not good, a lot of demonic energy overflowed from the sealed place, and wherever it passed, the ghost messengers were soaked in demonic energy and turned into devils."

"What, how long has it been since a monster broke the seal."

"The seal has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is reasonable for a crack to be opened from the inside by the demon."

"You can't let the demonic energy out of the seal, otherwise the Yin Division of Qingyang Mansion may become a demonic realm."

"Mr. Yan."

Guo Ziyi and other ghosts and gods all looked at Yan Ping, with pleading expressions in their eyes.

It's okay if the leak is Yin Qi, they have their own way to get rid of it.

It happened to be magic energy, which was beyond their ability.Right now, only Mr. Yan, a great Confucian, can cleanse the evil energy and preserve the Yin Division of Qingyang Mansion.

Yan Ping nodded, if it was just demonic energy, he should be able to eliminate it.

Helping the Yin Division of Qingyang Mansion eliminate the leaked demonic energy, and confessing with a trace of incense, these ghosts and gods should not embarrass him.

Seeing Yan Ping nodded, Guo Ziyi made a confession, and his divine power wrapped Yan Ping into a golden glow that rushed straight to the sealed place.

"Hey hey, all you damn ghosts, demonize me."

The demonic energy was surging, covering the sky and the sun, and the ghosts had nowhere to escape, and were completely submerged by the surging demonic energy.

Demonic thoughts abound, those who are not firm in mind turn into devils in the blink of an eye, and those with firm minds just persist for more than ten or twenty breaths.

When Guo Ziyi arrived with Yan Ping, all the ghost messengers stationed in the sealed place were demonized and turned into devils.

Great Confucianism!

See the canopy of Wenyun flowing with golden light.

The monster whose soul was entrusted in the demonic energy was startled.

In his current state, he dared not face a great Confucian.

The billowing demonic energy surged forward, and dozens of devils rushed towards Yan Ping with their knives under the command of the monster.

A ray of split souls fled away in an instant and returned to the ground.

"Rotten devil, didn't you go out to breathe, why are you back?"

"A great Confucian came."

"Great Confucianism, huh, it's too late. When our formation takes shape, no matter how many great Confucianisms come, we will never be able to suppress us."

Yan Ping put two fingers together to form a sword finger, pointing out with one finger.

A golden sword light flew forward, and all the devils were cut in half along the way.After cutting the last devil into two pieces, the golden sword light scattered into tiny sword feathers flying across the sky, smashing the devil's remnant body and the billowing devil energy in the blink of an eye.

Guo Ziyi widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Mr. Yan, you are actually a swordsman?"

"That's it."

Yan Ping breathed out the sword energy, restrained the remaining sword energy wandering around, used a little less sword energy in his body, and saved as much as he could.

Guo Ziyi asked: "I don't know if Mr. is that Jindan Sword Immortal?"

"Just barely!"

Even Venerable Poison Dragon thought he was a Sword Immortal, so he could almost be regarded as a Golden Core Sword Immortal.

Guo Ziyi was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Sir, please follow me."

(End of this chapter)