Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 32 Fengduhui

Jieyuan flowers are blooming everywhere, entwined with intoxicating floral fragrance, decorating this gloomy underworld with some color. Countless spirits in the Wangchuan River are screaming and screaming. The river is very wide and long, and there is no end in sight. The river was swift and blood-yellow, and the wraiths had just surfaced before being covered by the waves.

Zichu pulled Xiao Shu and stood beside the Sansheng Stone, but he couldn't see anything, it was just a plain and somewhat ugly stone.

If the Sansheng Stone can reflect the past life, why can't it show anything?

After a long time, when she came to the Wangchuan River again, she realized that it wasn't that the Sansheng Stone failed, but that it couldn't carry Xiao Shu's past.

Zichu patted the Sansheng Stone, but there was still no reaction from the stone, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, "Strange! Should I call Hades over here!"

Xiao Shu's deep and indifferent gaze moved over her back, gradually becoming softer, and he didn't realize that he had lost his composure until he felt the blood spurting from his body.

Coughing a few times to cover up his embarrassment, looking at this Sanchuantu always gave birth to a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before...

Pluto was dressed in a black robe, and floated from a distance. His jet-black hair was combed neatly in a bun, and his black eyes hid a sharp look. "I don't know why the god called the little god?"

Zichu's hand that hit the Sansheng Stone suddenly fell in the air, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose. He put his hand behind his back in embarrassment, "Ah...it's all right..."

She was really flattered that Pluto respected her so much.

Xiao Shu felt Pluto's rhinoceros eyes, and couldn't help but stand in front of Zichu, his eyes were filled with a strong cold, which made Pluto sneez involuntarily.

"Young Master Xiao, don't be nervous, I'm just here to deliver something." Pluto touched his nose, smiled naively, then took out a rhombus from his sleeve, and handed it to Zichu.

When Zichu took it, a faint temperature came from the mirror, as if melting the ice that wrapped her heart little by little. "what is this?"

Pluto smiled gently, "Yu Tianjing, you can see what happened in the past."

He saw the excited light in Zichu's eyes, just like the eyes of a person who has been hungry for many days glows when he sees food.

I couldn't help asking in my heart, young master of the devil world, are you sure you like this girl?

"A thing from the Demon Realm... Pluto, are you in collusion with the Demon Realm?" Zi Chu's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Hades by the collar.

Pluto coughed a few times, his eyes filled with smiles, "God, the little god is just entrusted by others."

This Yutian mirror was refined by Jing Yi with his own soul, and he suffered all the fires of hell, just to remind her of the past, him, and everything about them.

Zichu let go of Pluto, glanced suspiciously at Pluto from time to time, put the mirror in his sleeve, and left Sanchuan Road with Xiao Shu.

Jing Yi walked out from the patch of irises, his graceful and handsome figure covered the redness all over the ground, leaving only that touch of black in the world, his slender eyes looked at the back of the hand-in-hand leaving, the expression in his black eyes Sadness flashed by, and then the phoenix eyes slightly raised, reflecting a clear light, "Chu'er, if you think of me... you won't be so close to this man..."

He recalled that when he first met, the beautiful lady smiled and captivated the country.

He has never been in love, but when he saw her for the first time, his frozen heart beat violently, very violently.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, foggy, she stands by the bridge, an oil-paper umbrella, a white dress, just standing there is a stunning scenery, the rain and fog are reflected in her eyes, everything in the world falls into her eyes, Her eyes were full of pity, it was a year of severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River, that year there was no harvest, and that year she accidentally entered the human world.

No one thought that in the great wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River that year, no one thought that this woman in white clothes who looked like a banished fairy came to this world that year, and that touch of white made everything in this world pale.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she muttered to herself. After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the rain fell from the sky. The long-drought rain brought the crops in the field back to life.

White brilliance flowed through the world, everything glowed with a faint brilliance, and rainwater flowed down the eaves.

The ragged people were all happy, bowing to the sky, their faces were filled with joy, and their eyes were full of hope. They no longer complained about themselves, and their lives had meaning again.

The first time he saw her, he knew she was not a mortal, how could such a woman be a mortal.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is not like your glimpse in the rain and mist. She lived in the south of the Yangtze River. She was accompanied by a woman in purple clothes. She seemed to be her maid named Liu Jin. Liu Jin called her "Miss Zichu." "

She would open the window every day to look at the soft moonlight, the moonlight outlined her beautiful outline, and there was always a little sadness in her eyes.

He pretended to be an ordinary man, hiding his identity. Just as she opened the window as usual, he smiled at her downstairs.

Zichu still looked at the crooked moon, and frowned slightly. He looked at the sadness on her face, and wanted to hold her in his arms, to be warm with her, and to smooth away the little sorrow for her.

He still thinks that if he had revealed his identity to her at the beginning, whether their ending would have been different. It was a long time later that he was glad that he did not tell her his identity, because her father Yinchuan God of War was killed by people from the Demon Realm... …

He would pick the freshest and brightest flowers every day and quietly put them beside her table. He hoped that her brows would not always be frowning.

She would go out every morning and come back at night.

Once, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he hid his figure and followed her. The place she was going to was Fengdu...

She entered the human world this time to find the remnant soul of the God of War in Yinchuan, and no matter whether it is a human, a god, or a demon, they will enter the underworld after death. Only then did she realize that the day of her birth was the time when her father died.

She came to make troubles in the underworld every day, causing unrest in the underworld. The underworld king never showed up, and Judge Cui couldn't stop her. He sent someone to the God Realm, but there was no news.

She continued to make trouble like this for a long time, the hell was uneasy, the hell was turbulent, even the river of Wangchuan was going backwards, spraying towards the human world.

That day, the ghosts from hell were released by her again, and the Yin Cao was messed up by her, but she stood on the Sansheng Stone, looking at the ghosts queuing at the Naihe Bridge, and she thought of another way, which was chaos.

It's just that before she could do it, her whole body was restrained, and she couldn't move anymore. She was glowing with golden light, trying to break through the restraint, her eyes were full of sternness, and her thin lips gradually turned blood red after being bitten by her. .

A ray of brilliance from the other side pierced the dark night, and that brilliance slowly flowed into the hearts of everyone, and the hearts were no longer so empty, but filled with warmth.

The golden light slowly fell on the Sanchuan road, and a person walked out from the dazzling light. Although he was dressed in simple commoner robes, he was as pure and flawless as jade.He is holding the Dharma seal in one hand, and the golden Zen staff in the other, showing compassion, and beside him is the Divine Beast of Di Ting, which has black and white fur, a pair of big black eye circles and a round face. Small sparkling eyes, two black hairy ears on the top of the head, black limbs, round and chubby body, looks very naive.

All the ghosts fell on the ground with pious expressions on their faces.

Dizang stroked Zichu's long hair, watched her bite the bleeding lips because of her stubbornness, the golden brilliance between her fingers was reflected on her face, her complexion gradually softened, and the harshness gradually disappeared, "Zichu Shangshen , go back to where you should go, there is no one you are looking for in the underworld..."

The shackles on Zichu's body were untied, his eyes were red, and tears filled his eyes, "Why! Why can't even find the remnant soul!"

She shouted hysterically, the three rivers were full of her screams, and those ghosts were frightened by the complaints and hugged their heads.

Di Ting stared at her, his sharp and broad claws were digging the soil on the ground, and his mouth was already drooling, as if she was food, but he didn't move because of Ksitigarbha beside him.

"Zichu, the mundane world is a dream, and it's time to wake up from the dream." Ksitigarbha tapped her brows lightly, and a golden warm current gradually entered her mind. Those evil thoughts, those obsessions They all disappeared slowly, her eyes were blank, and those things that had troubled her for a long time disappeared.

She lay quietly among the irises, looking at the blood-red flowers, her eyelids gradually became heavier and thicker, and her long and dense eyelashes were like two small brushes, gently sweeping over her skin with her breath, and her eyelids closed Get up, with a relieved smile on the corner of your mouth.

There was neither sadness nor joy in the eyes of Ksitigarbha King, neither resentment nor hatred, as clear as clear water, he squatted down, touched Di Ting's head, "Di Ting...you can see it too?"

Di Ting rolled on the ground a few times and almost couldn't get up, so he agreed with him.

Ksitigarbha once made an oath that the hell would not be empty, and he would not become a Buddha, so he has been wandering in this hell, in order to get rid of those who should go, wearing a yellow robe and cassock, and spending his whole life to get rid of the suffering of others.

"Yinchuan... I don't know if you were right or wrong back then..." Ksitigarbha fell into deep memories, his eyes misty.

Jing Yi hugged the sleeping girl into his arms, and kissed her lightly and lightly on her eyes and cheeks, "Zi Chu, you really make my heart hurt..."

How long has that heart been useless?How long has it been since you experienced this feeling?As if the morning sun shines into the heart, as if the heart that has been dry for a long time is suddenly moistened by water.

I don't know if I saw it wrong, there was a faint blood-red light in her body, that light was like a phoenix, roaring, unrestrained, but disappeared after a while.

He felt that her body was so light, as light as a feather, as if she would fly away in the next moment.

His embrace gradually tightened, and he frowned, looking at her pale face without a trace of blood, his heart was throbbing faintly.

He hugged her and prepared to go back to the human world, but before he left the Sanchuan Road, the divine beast rolled around them, as if playing a rogue, and wouldn't let him leave.

Ksitigarbha shook the Zen stick in his hand, as if he didn't see Jing Yi, or he didn't care at all, and a kind voice sounded, "Listen carefully, it's time to go back!"

Only then did Di Ting reluctantly follow Dizang to leave, but before leaving, those dark eyes cast a vicious glance at Zi Chu.

When I returned to the human world, it was already evening, and the setting sun was still emitting its remaining light. The burning sunset glow floated in the air like a long ribbon, and the blend of black and white was enveloped by the magnificent scenery. , was plated with brilliance.

(End of this chapter)