I, let the underworld return to the world

Although he hadn’t seen it for many years, the killing monk still recognized Ye Jing.

His vigilance relaxed for the most part, but he looked up and down and frowned again.

“Are you Ye Jing?”

The person in front of him was exactly the same as Ye Jing in his memory.

But it made him feel awkward.

The temperament of the two Ye Jing is completely different.

The person in front of him is as warm as jade, his eyes are modest, and he naturally carries an intimate breath on his body.

This is something that Ye Jingben does not have.

Therefore, the killing monk had doubts.

“It’s me.” Ye Jing said lightly: “All things are born to nourish people, and the world especially complains about the unkindness of the sky…”

Ye Jing read the poem that the killing monk had inscribed back then.

The killing monk really believed it, and only Ye Jing had seen this poem.

He patted his wine gourd and said.

“Go, go drink!”

Old friends have not seen each other for many years, and now that they have met, they naturally want to reminisce.

Ye Jing smiled casually and followed.

The killing monk has a very high status in the Asura tribe, and if he asks, it is possible to build him a palace, but his behavior is simple, a wooden house, a stone table, is enough.

He doesn’t pick the environment.

Nor picky food.

As long as there is wine and meat, it can be satisfied.

Now sitting opposite Ye Jing, he personally poured wine, and asked the Asura clansmen to send roasted goose, roast chicken, roasted lamb shank and other meat dishes.

The eyes of the Asura tribe who delivered the dishes showed surprise, and he obviously couldn’t figure out when a guest actually came to visit Lord Judge.

Outsiders entered the sea of blood, and there was no news from the clan.

How did he get in?

Looking at the attendant who left with doubts, a light flashed in the eyes of the killing monk.

“I haven’t seen you for more than seven hundred years, and there is no news of you in the world, and I am still you, no longer alive.”

“For this, I also lamented.”

“Unexpectedly, you actually lived so well, and your cultivation was even higher, and even I couldn’t see through you.”

The monk raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

There are the joys of reuniting old friends, and there are doubts.

Ye Jing’s strength was really unexpected, he was now the strength of the peak of the True Immortal, but when Ye Jing approached him, he didn’t react at all.

When they entered the sea of blood, the Asura tribe didn’t know anything, and the tight defense became a joke in front of Ye Jing.

Seven hundred years is not long, short is not short, Ye Jing’s cultivation was not as good as him back then, but now it is soaring.

It really makes the killing monk can’t figure it out, everyone is a cultivator, why can you show so much?

“Everyone has his own fate, and seven hundred spring and autumn seasons cannot be wasted.”

Ye Jing smiled indifferently, also raised a glass and drank, and said.

“Monk, you are not bad, now you are already a true immortal, and you have also become a judge of the Asura clan.”

Hearing this, the killing monk shook his head and said.

“You don’t know this, monk, the reason why I can become a true immortal is because I am a judge of the Asura clan.”

Ye Jing’s heart moved, and he seemed to have guessed something.

But on the surface, it shows doubts and puts on a listening look.

The killing monk took another sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said.

“Three hundred and fifty years ago, the monk I came to this sea of blood, originally to find the Asura tribe to fight a battle, to find the thorn-agitation.”

“But I didn’t expect that the legendary Asura tribe had already fallen.”

“The edification of the outside world makes them no longer pure warriors, they have distractions, desires are frequent, and chaos has been born above the sea of blood.”

The killing monk tells his story.

At the beginning, the heavens and the earth were in chaos, and all kinds of demons and monsters appeared.

With his character, he is naturally jealous like a hatred, killing everywhere, and taking care of injustice.

But during that period, people’s hearts were in turmoil and the world was dirty, how could he alone stop it?

The more you kill, the more you kill, the more you kill, and killing will not solve the problem at all.

At that time, for the first time, the killing monk had doubts about what he had done.

He hates sin, but he cannot solve it.

He wants the wicked to get the punishment they deserve, but he alone is not enough.

Just when he was exhausted and felt powerless for the first time in his life, Tai Chu, Tai Shi, and Tai Yi were born.

These three are all contemporary people of great luck, bringing peace to the world.

All the way to the end of the chaotic world, turning to the murderous monk, not only did not feel excited, but became more and more confused.

He began to question himself, was the path he was insisting on was right.

He is in charge of injustice, but what can he do when the world is full of injustice?

This confusion, which accompanied him for a long time, became a magic barrier in his heart.

“At that moment, the monk did not know where his way was, wandering the four seas and wandering the world.”

The killing monk’s eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

Until he came to the sea of blood.

Seeing the chaos of the Asura tribe, he seemed to have returned to the chaotic times of many years ago.

Above the sea of blood, there are already signs of chaos.

But this time he did not solve the problem with killing, but tried other means.

For example, to convince people with reason.

It sounds a little ridiculous, the Asura tribe is not reasonable, how can they convince people with reason?

But the killing monk did it.

He seemed to have been born to do this kind of thing, and what he said naturally carried a majesty and persuasive power, and those Asura tribesmen were in awe of everyone.

If they did not understand reason, he indoctrinated them so that they could understand reason.

After that, he promised the patriarch of the Asura tribe to be the judge of the sea of blood.

That’s it.

In three hundred and fifty years, he has indoctrinated thousands of Asura tribes, and although the minds of the Asura tribes are no longer pure, they understand the truth and are in awe.

Because of the skill of educating the sea of blood, the killing monk gained merit, and compared to those sect leaders, the merit came less, so it did not alarm too many people.

But the Asura tribe above the sea of blood is in sight.

Since then, killing and biting have become more and more revered.

“I found that I may have been born to do this kind of thing, and since I became the Judge of the Sea of Blood, there seems to be a voice that has been reminding me and guiding me to do the right thing.”

“This pair of my eyes is inexplicably changed after the advent of merit, and now I can distinguish between good and evil, know people’s hearts, and tell the truth and falsehood, but I can’t hide my pair of eyes.”

“Is this the will of God?”

The killing monk confided doubts.

He himself also had questions, but no one talked to him on weekdays, but now that he saw Ye Jing, he vomited.

“This is providence, and it is your own choice.”

Ye Jing gave him an affirmative answer and said.

“If you do not intend to, even if Providence so, you will resist, but you are like a fish in water and know this way, which means that the way you are pursuing is here.”

“You have the talent of a judge, you are a judge of God’s destiny, and you yourself are jealous as hatred, and you have a heart for salvation, and you are perfectly suited here.”

“Congratulations to the monk for finding his own way.”

Ye Jing clinked glasses with him.

The two of them staggered and drank several cups.

At their level, drinking can no longer be drunk, unless it is that special brewed immortal wine.

Drinking is not drunk, but a feeling, which can only be indescribable.

After drinking wine and eating meat, halfway through the meal, the killing monk swallowed the meat in his mouth and said.

“Tell me about you, what have you experienced in the past seven hundred years, a person can change in other things, but eyes, temperament, how can these things change?”

He and Ye Jing got along very happily, and it had not been so happy for a long time.

But the more we get along, the more we feel weird.

The Ye Jing in front of him was obviously different from the person he remembered.

For many moments, he felt as if he was talking to another person.

“Well, in fact, the experience is far less exciting than yours.”

Ye Jing put down the wine glass and said slowly.

“For example, I haven’t experienced the chaos in the world.”

“When the five religions were standing side by side, I was not there.”

“Don’t hide from you, I have not been in the world for seven hundred years, this is the first day I just came out, and I came directly to see you without delay.”

What the?

Not in the human world?

The killing monk’s mind moved, and he seemed to understand something.

“You’re in… Underworld? ”

How could he not remember?

Ye Jing was the chosen walk of the Yin God in the early days, and he was originally at the will of the City God to solve the search god view.

Otherwise, the two would not have gotten acquainted.

“That’s right, I’m in the Yin Cao Di Mansion, maybe it’s luck, I spent more than seven hundred years in that capital city.”

Ye Jing said.

“No wonder.”

The killing monk was immediately relieved.

If Ye Jing went to the legendary capital and cultivated in that place of gods, it would not be surprising that he could have the current cultivation and changes.

When he mentioned this, he felt a little regret in his heart.

At the beginning, he went to the city of death with the city god of Wushi, and he yearned for it, and wanted to throw himself under the gate of the prefecture, so he specially stayed in Wushi for a while.

The god did not say anything for a long time, and he could only leave.

This matter once led to regret, if you can join the prefecture, maybe your life will be different.

This regret has existed before he became a judge of the sea of blood.

Later, after finding his “Dao”, it gradually dissipated.

Now that I see Ye Jing, I have tasted regret again.

“Are you still walking in the world of the prefecture?”

He asked.

“Forget it, I can participate in most things in the prefecture now.”

Ye Jing didn’t lie to him, but what he said was slightly biased.

Not most things, but all.

It’s not about participating, it’s about being able to decide.

“Then what happened to you when you came to the Yang Realm this time?”

The killing monk asked.

“Specially for you monk.”

Ye Jing laughed softly.

“For me?”

The killing monk was a little dazed.

“What you have done in the sea of blood has been seen by the king, and now among the four judgments of the prefecture, there is still a lack of the position of judge of the punishment of the evil division, and at the will of the lord, I specially invite you to enter the Yin division and the prefecture to be the judge of the evil division!”

“Of course, if you don’t want to, the lord won’t force it.”

“Now it’s time to decide.”

Ye Jing confided.

The killing monk is doing well now.

Ye Jing and him can also be regarded as friends, if he is not willing, naturally he will not force it.

“Lord? Which monarch? ”

The killing monk’s heart was pounding.

“King Chujiang.”

Ye Jing said.

“It turned out to be the First Hall Master…” The killing monk Huo Ran got up: “The sovereign even knows my name?” ”

“I wonder if I am willing to give up my current status?”

Ye Jing first nodded, and then smiled.

“What’s the reluctance? Now that the sea of blood has settled down, I don’t need me, I am worried about uselessness, since the sovereign values it, how can I refuse? ”

The blood of the killing monk was surging, and in the depths, it seemed that he had found his own home.

There was a rare impatience.

“In that case, then you will collect this order, hold it, and you can enter the Yin Si Di Mansion, and when you reach the capital city, someone will naturally hand over to you.”

Ye Jing placed a bronze token on the stone table.

Looking at the killing monk, he smiled, and his figure slowly faded.

After a while, it disappeared.

The killing monk held the token, and his mind was uneasy for a long time.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

But it was the patriarch of the Asura tribe who came to visit with several people.

“It’s rude for me to disturb the judge to welcome guests, but may I ask your lord judge, how did your friend enter the sea of blood?”

The Asura Patriarch asked very politely, but his gaze swept around, revealing a puzzled look.

Doesn’t it mean that someone is drinking with the killing monk?

Why don’t you see people, only empty wine glasses.

The killing monk knew that this group of people had no malice, nor did they suspect Ye Jing’s intentions.

Because the friends of the killing monks must be harmless to the sea of blood.

They came, just routinely asked, after all, the tightly guarded sea of blood, it was a terrible thing to be mixed in so quietly.

Isn’t there something wrong?

But the killing monk did not mean to explain, he looked at everyone and grinned.

“You don’t have to worry, the man is gone, if nothing else, he will not come again.”

After speaking, he paused and said again.

“As for the monk, I have also found a new place to go, and I will say goodbye to you at this moment.”

What the?

The previous sentence made them wonder, but the words that the killing monk said later shocked them.

“How can this work?”

The patriarch was shocked and said eagerly.

“Who convicted the judge?”

There was a flash of fierceness in his eyes.

It was also when the killing monk was wronged and wanted to be angry.

“This matter has nothing to do with the clansmen, it is my own choice.”

The killing monk looked at them, clasped his hands together, saluted, and said.

“Everyone, thank you for taking care of three hundred and fifty years!”

“From now on, I am not a red dust guest, six pure netherworlds!”

“The monk goes too!”

The words fell, and he poured spiritual power into the token.

A huge gap appeared, tearing the void, and the killing monk stepped into it.

Bang!

Born a thunderbolt.

He disappeared.

Only the sea of blood was left with everyone, at a loss.

“This is Hades?”

The killing monk appeared directly outside the capital city.

There was already the yin who waited, and respectfully led him into the capital to complete the handover.

This time, Ye Jingbenzun did not come forward.

Just talked, he no longer has the heart to reminisce.

The flowers bloom in two, one on each side.

Ye Jing’s doppelganger had already left the sea of blood at this moment and arrived in the imperial capital.

The former imperial capital is now more magnificent, grander and more meteorological.

“Capital City God, it’s time to return to your place!”

He muttered, taking a step. _

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