I Am Immortal

  Chapter 304 The former prince of Du Fu is here again

  Di Ting looked at the young Taoist stepping on the nether world and coming step by step.

Seeing this young Taoist who shouldn't have the ability to "step on the netherworld" at all, he crossed the yin and yang, and his eyes fell on the clothes on his body. Twelve jade rings around the waist, jade pendants with tassels hanging down, wearing ink crowns on the head, carrying magic weapons on the back, with yin and yang in front of each other, and a sea of ​​blood behind.

  The corner of his mouth twitched.

  ? ? ? !

   Zhou absolutely cloudy clothes? Yin and Yang walk like clouds.

   This **** Fengdu gave away all the treasures of the Six Palaces? !

   Zhou begging! !

   What kind of prodigal son are you?

  Cough, bah!

   Trash!

  The "Mr. Gray Clothes" who met Qi Wuhuo when he was in Zhongzhou Fucheng raised his hand and scratched his head, pretending to be silly and smiling heartily: "Ahahaha, isn't this Wuhuo? What's wrong? What's the matter?"

   "Hey, it's been a long time since you met, why do you talk about these things as soon as we meet?"

   "I don't understand!"

Qi Wuhuo stood on the city of death in vain, left and right ghosts, and those gorgeous female ghosts dared not approach this young Taoist exuding a pure and clear air. There was a vague feeling that if he approached the past, his own existence would be destroyed The feeling of the shock disappearing into thin air is all fear and horror,

  The young Taoist looked at the fortune teller who had met him for a long time, and saw him pretending to be stupid, so he said to himself:

   "When I was in the demon world, sir, you suddenly appeared in Qinyin Pavilion with Master Randeng. At that time, I didn't think much about it."

"Later, Fellow Daoist Lu Chunyang said that Mr. You had a problem. The reason why he stayed in the Qinyin Pavilion seemed to be partly due to him; and in the subsequent battle against Qing Jingwei, Lu Chunyang, the master of the lamp, the Siyou senior of the Qinyin Pavilion , and even, with the key to breaking the game, the map that Qinjian went to find my Yuntun got is related to you, sir."

   "The most surprising thing was when I was trapped on the holy mountain of the Qingshi tribe."

   "Hei Wuchang appeared and took away the most problematic Mr. you."

"The development of all this is a matter of course. After the matter is over, I look back and think about it, but I feel that your existence, sir, is more conspicuous every time. All of us are related to you, and this means that whether it is Mr. You have brought together many people who would not appear in Qingjingwei Dasheng ceremony at the same time."

   "But I am separated from cause and effect in a natural way."

   "Whether, in fact, all of us were more or less guided and used by you in this fight."

  The familiar fortune teller in front of the young Taoist scratched his head and said heartily:

   "What a coincidence!"

   "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I do not know!"

The young Taoist stood in front of the fortune teller. The latter had an expression of 'I can't understand what you are talking about'. Qi Wuhuo said softly: "Sir, you should also have a grudge against Qing Jingwei, right? Here It is the ashram of the Ksitigarbha King, but I did not feel the breath of Buddhism, whether it was during the Battle of Jinzhou, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was also involved, and was seriously injured."

   "That's why you were so angry and chose to take action?"

   "If so."

   "Qing Jingwei's holy fetus is in my hands."

  Di Ting's pupils shrank slightly.

He looked at the young Taoist in front of him. At this time, he listened and realized that the young Taoist in front of him had grown taller than when he first met. He had only reached his shoulders, but now he has exceeded this height. People always grow up very fast, and after half a year, they seem to have changed into different people.

  The eyes are peaceful, the hair is tied in a black crown, not in a bun, but it is much more free and easy, with black hair hanging down the temples.

  The fortune teller looked at him, his temperament changed, and his eyes that were always smiling in the mortal world shrank.

   Still smiling, but inside it turned into a kind of indifference that mocks the common people and fears nothing, a kind of arrogance that is so arrogant that it designs Sanqing.

  The creature of the Second Tribulation Era, the friend of Emperor Wa, the demon **** who once caused disaster.

Qi Wuhuo looked at him, pursed his lips, and said, "I just want to know that when we were in Qinyin Pavilion, the reason why Emperor Dongyue was in the realm of a great emperor would be discovered by the inspection of the demon clan, which eventually led to He and Qing Jingwei clashed in advance, did you make a move, sir?"

  Di Ting looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and said lazily, "What if I say yes?"

   "What about you?"

   "Can you still hit me?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Emperor Dongyue has already embraced death, if he knows that your calculation, sir, can help him break the situation, he should not have any hesitation, nor any resentment, right? I will even be extremely grateful for your judgment, sir, but..."

   "It's always wrong to be calculated by others."

   "I want to fight back for Emperor Dongyue."

  The young Taoist took half a step forward.

  The energy in the body became intense, shaking hands, clenching five fingers together, turning into fists.

  Di Ting's eyes were indifferent, and there was a majestic energy gathering in front of him to resist Qi Wuhuo's attack.

  The young Taoist's fist fell.

   was blocked by this qi machine.

To put it lightly, just like every arrogant existence who is good at planning and planning, this strength is not too much, just enough to stop the young Taoist who is a real person, and that barrier is just right to capture every trace of Qi Wuhuo's fist strength. The strands are scattered, and then calmly guided to the feet.

  Qi Wuhu lowered his eyes, and a peaceful voice came from the bottom of his heart—

  【Thai】.

   Taichi Lingwen!

  Decree from Lord Taishan!

  Above it is the highest of the mountains and peaks, and below it is the extreme depth of Fengdu's gloom.

   This place is exactly Nether!

The sound of the piano vibrated, and Dongyue Yinxi suddenly let out a streamer. This punch surpassed Di Ting's inference of Qi Wuhuo's cultivation. His complexion changed, and his body arched towards the back, shaking off layers of air waves.

  Di Ting's complexion changed instantly, and the always lazy he finally 'listened' to Qi Wuhu.

   Even Di Ting felt a tinge of astonishment.

   "Yuan Shen Ji Zhao... Your soul is already at the level of a fairy?!"

With a punch from the front of the fist, borrowing Dongyue's power, he beat the fortune teller until his complexion became pale, and the energy in his body dissipated like ripples. Today's Truth Listening is only in the realm of the earth fairy, and he has never broken into the real king. Qi Wuhuo, who was at the same level as himself, received a blow from the Chilingwen of the Ether, which caused severe pain, and his energy was scattered suddenly, his face was pale, and the surrounding ghosts of the city of death wanted to approach the young Taoist.

  But Di Ting, who almost coughed up bitterness, raised his hand to stop him.

   "Ahem, cough, no, there is no need to go there."

He covered his liver, gasping for cold air, with cold sweat on his forehead, and said: "With the purity of his current qi, if you get close to the past, as long as you are rolled by his qi, you will have to be rescued immediately. Can't even hum a word."

  Direct overshoot? !

  The group of ghosts froze for a moment.

   There are such good things!

   Immediately, he rushed towards the young Taoist even more eagerly. After hearing the voices of these ghosts, he yelled: "Go back, go back!"

   Bouts of shouting and cursing drove these ghosts and ghosts back to the City of Death.

Di Ting clutched his abdomen, looked at the young Taoist standing in front of him with hands hanging down, the dark robes were cold, and the temperament was calm, as if he heard something, he said: "Open up the demon world and the human world, gather the highest potential of the mountain, even more Dao creates writing, what a Qi Wuhuo, what a Taishang Xuanwei.”

   "Good one, Lord Taishan."

  The young Taoist shook his head, thought for a while, and replied, "Master Taishan? No..."

   "Master Taishan, it's not enough to describe poverty."

   "I can give this title and position to other people, but this will not hurt who Pindao is."

  “I will not rise to the sky because of this name, nor will I be overshadowed by losing this name.”

  Di Ting was dumb, and said in a bad mood: "Okay, Qi Wuhuo, Qi Wuhuo."

   "Are you looking for me to beat me up for Dongyue?"

   “What to do, or what to ask?”

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

  Di Ting replied: "The old bald head protected many souls of Jinzhou under Donghua's moves, and then because of time constraints, he crossed the land of reincarnation and sent them back into reincarnation."

"The entire Jinzhou, a land of one state, human race, monster race, beasts and myriad creatures, I don't know how many creatures, not a single creature has been reduced to death because of this calamity, but the old bald man fell down himself, and I don't know how long it took." able to return."

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Can I go see the Bodhisattva?"

  Di Ting's tone was mocking and sarcastic, and he said lightly: "The dignified Fujun naturally has the qualifications."

  Qi Wuhuo didn't care about the nails in the fortune teller's words.

Following Di Ting, he entered the city of death in vain. In this city of death in vain, how many ghosts surrounded both sides of the road, wanting to touch the young Taoist, wanting to be transformed by his body to resent him, but they were all driven away by Di Ting, walking all the way. Entering the small Buddhist hall in the deepest part, the young Taoist looked at the old and skinny monk with his back to the dead, brought a few sticks of incense, put his hands together, and gave a slight salute.

  Youth Dao Humane:

   "Jinzhou Qi Wuhuo, thank you Bodhisattva for your mercy."

  Three pillars of fragrance, the old monk's aura will not change in the slightest.

Qi Wuhuo thought for a while, and took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist. The beads were simple, but seemed to contain a very strong Buddhist aura. When Guang Tathagata died, he was handed over to Zhenjun Yinde Dingxiu, and he was handed over to Qi Wuhuo, which was used to suppress the Blood River Sword.

  Now, the Blood River Sword is extremely submissive.

  Although this Buddhist bead is also a Buddhist treasure, it is of little value to Qi Wuhuo.

  He put the beads in the hands of King Ksitigarbha.

The Buddha beads lighted up slightly, and the Buddhist aura of Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata diffused into Ksitigarbha King's body. The breath of the old monk seemed to have eased a lot. The realm of Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata was higher than that of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva , or in other words, the path walked by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is just like the path of Tianpeng Dazhen Lord. Although he is a Bodhisattva, he is higher than some Buddhas.

  However, the Buddhist aura from the Buddha still greatly eased Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's injuries.

  Di Ting's slightly frowning brows eased, and he said in a rare way:

   "Since Nether is here and looking for me, there must be something."

   "There is a quiet room next door, would you like a cup of tea?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded, listened to lead the young Taoist to the quiet room next door, searched for tea, and brewed it with a cold blue flame, said calmly: "During the second calamity period, Bai Ze and I Relying on the talents of the two of us, we can pry into the secrets of others, know all the laws of the world, and create the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion."

   "I used to preside over the order of the yang world for a period of time. After all, we all know the secrets of many strong people in the world. Therefore, we rely on this to make a fortune. All strong people need to give Tianji Pavilion three points of face."

   "Even relying on the two of us working together, or delaying, or guiding the amount of robbery."

   "In the end, I encountered a backlash. The Tianji Pavilion fell, and Bai Ze disappeared. I would have been besieged and killed."

"After all, many strong men would not allow others to know their thoughts and secrets. I didn't care at the time, I just laughed and said the most secret thoughts in the hearts of those strong men, watching their secrets being exposed and The ugly face when it was revealed to the public, I was very happy, I would have died quickly, but was caught out by the old monk Dizang..."

   "Ksitigarbha is a person who looks the same inside and outside. Practicing Buddhism is to save the common people. If you give him the Buddha beads, I will accept your love."

   "So, what are you asking?"

  Qi Wuhuo looked at the fortune teller in front of him.

  When we met for the first time, it was a fledgling little Taoist priest and a fortune teller who played games in the world.

   Now here is the Lord of Fengdu Prefecture and Shang Gu Di Ting.

  The light of the fire is cold and the fragrance of tea is quiet.

  Qi Wuhuo said: "What do you think I will ask, sir?"

  Di listened without thinking:

   "Naturally, you will ask, how many more envoys of the Yin Division can the Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi allow you to occupy?"

"I can tell you directly that if there are three more, if there are more than three, even the son of the Northern Emperor will be directly imprisoned by him here, as one of the bargaining chips when he and the Northern Emperor are torn apart, and these three Yin divisions are in charge , and there must be a life-and-death friend who is his confidant and will never betray!"

  Three...

   Qi Wuhuo deduced in his mind.

  But it was discovered that only five ghosts and gods of the underworld could never resist the impact of the top true monarch.

   Not to mention, there are countless demon kings, demon immortals, and even demon clan formations.

  He looked at Di Ting in front of him and knew his terrifying talent of hearing the voice of all things.

Di Ting raised his eyes to look at the young Taoist in front of him, suddenly laughed, and said, "Oh? You actually set your mind on me? Hahaha, give up, I won't help you, I don't want to experience calamity again .”

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Then, should we make a bet?"

  Di Tingsu was proud of himself, and said, "Bet? Ha, why should I promise you?"

  Qi Wuhuo said in a slow voice: "What Mr. heard is the sound that everything remains the same, but people's hearts can change."

   "Conformity, no."

   "Sir, I can get the power of the three ghosts and spirits from the central ghost emperor Zhou Qi."

   "I said, there can be five."

After one sentence fell, the lazy smile on Di Ting's face disappeared. He looked at Qi Wuhuo, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "Master Wuyou's usual strategy in the dream is to challenge what the other party is best at. , I shouldn't agree, but you are so arrogant that you challenge my talent, I am very interested."

   "Okay, I agree. But the bet needs to be changed."

  Di Ting tapped on the table with his fingers, and said lightly:

   "Not five, but seven."

   "If you can regain control of the seven top Yin gods, then I will agree to you."

   "Joint with you once."

   "Not only that, if you can do it, I won't say a word about anything related to you in the future, even if it's about your junior, and I won't tell others, how about it?"

  The young Taoist raised his eyes, listened indifferently with a smile.

In a dream of Huangliang, the world is vertical and horizontal, the unparalleled and incomparable master of no confusion, and the ancient obsession, you can listen to the voice of the four truths and all things inside and outside, and listen to the truth of the layout. ripples, said:

   "Then, on this agreement, a gentleman."

   "A four-horse horse is hard to follow."

  …………

  In the city of Fengdu.

It took half a month for the central ghost emperor Zhou Qi to adjust the state of mind of the seventy-two envoys, so that they finally calmed down. Since recuperating, he has finally calmed down the heartache caused by losing so many treasures before.

  Suddenly, he saw his confidant palming up a gust of dark wind coming, and seeing that palming up his face panicked, he said again and again:

   "Dijun, Dijun!"

  The central ghost emperor raised his eyes in displeasure: "Why are you so flustered!"

  The person in charge said:

   "Yes, it's the envoy of the Northern Emperor from last time, the Lord of Fengdu Prefecture, he, he, he, he...here he is again!"

   "He brought a gift this time!"

  The Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi’s complexion changed suddenly, he got up abruptly, his body turned over the table, and his expression changed suddenly:

"What?!"

"who?!"

  (end of this chapter)