Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Can there be a living mouth?"

"No one survived."

"Can you get dead souls?"

"No response."

"Can you find the whereabouts of Taoist Xuanxiao?"

"Subordinates are incompetent."

It was still the abandoned post station, the lights had already been extinguished, and people in the house went to the empty space. Only in the muddy ground in front of the door, Wuhuan's body was not stiff, and his hollow eyeballs reflected the dark night sky.

A middle-aged man with three strands of long beard, who seemed to be quite elegant, leaned over and closed his eyes for him. He heard the question and answer beside him clearly, bowed his head and muttered for a long time, then stood up again with a solemn voice.

"Order to go down, and all actions against that person in the teaching will be put on hold for the time being."

"Master! Don't do it!"

The person next to him was taken aback and hurriedly objected.

"How can you not report the enemies of the young master?! I would like to make a military order..."

But the elegant man stopped drinking.

"Shut up!"

His voice was faintly angry.

"I have already died of a son, and I can't break another arm. From today onwards, everything in the teaching will focus on the saint's affairs. If it is not forced to do so, there will be no extravagance!"

Even so decisively, whether as a father or the leader of the White Lotus Sect, hatred is so easy to let go.

After speaking, he cast his gaze on the distant mountains blurred by the night.

As if looking for an enemy who disappeared without a trace.

But he never thought that Li Changan was already in another world at this time.

"Humans are humane, ghosts have ghosts."

"The two worlds of Yin and Yang are quite connected, but they are not the same. For example, from Goose City to Juzhou, there may be thousands of miles apart between the Yang and the underworld, and vice versa..."

In the team holding the "Swallow" banner, the ghost general named Lou Cheng talked freely. Li Changan also nodded suddenly, understanding why Yan Xinglie could speak up and rush to Juzhou thousands of miles away overnight.

After solving the invading Bailian Cult, Yan Xinglie rushed to a mountain temple with Li Chang'an, and then plunged into the Netherworld!

And this Lou Cheng, according to Yan Xinglie’s introduction, was also his former subordinate. He unfortunately died on the battlefield ten years ago. After his death, he was valued by Yan Jun and became his Royal Highness's ghost official. Recruiting the old department, simply gave up the position and returned to Yan Xinglie's command.

Ten years later, Lou Cheng was also considered an old ghost, and he was quite clear about the various doorways of the underworld, just to answer Li Changan's questions.

After talking about the difference between yin and yang, he broke all the taboos of the underworld again, and broke them apart one by one, speaking very carefully. This is not only for Li Changan, a living person, but also for Yan Xinglie, a newcomer.

But after he had talked so painfully, his tongue was stretched for more than half, and he turned his head to find that the two "students" hadn't listened carefully at all.

Yan Xinglie is full of revenge and careless about other things.

However, Li Changan arrived at this netherworld for the first time, and was fascinated by the fresh scenery.

It is completely different from the gloomy and dim imagination.

The underworld in front of me was filled with soft dim light everywhere, shining clearly near and dimly in the distance. Above the head, there is an inverted sky like a whole eggshell, and the "sun" is a hole dug in the shell, and soft light like gauze and mist pouring down from the hole.

At the foot, there is an endless wilderness with nothing else on it, only a kind of flower with long petals grows, full of solidified flames, lively and lively, reaching the end of the sky overwhelmingly.

Could it be that the grass is alone, or the manjusawa?

Li Changan looked at it slender and cute. He bent over and wanted to pick one, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, the flower branch trembled, and it actually moved away from his fingertips.

This is a bit interesting.

"Daoist."

Suddenly, Lou Cheng next to him asked.

"Is it pretty?"

This sentence was inexplicable, and the Taoist priest didn't know whether he asked the flower alone or the underworld scenery, but both could be answered in the same sentence.

"Don't be gorgeous."

Unexpectedly, Lou Cheng smiled and said, "Since the Taoist leader likes it, then you have to be careful."

Beware?

"It's like ghosts most like to confuse people." He stance in the saddle leisurely, there seems to be a deep meaning in his smile. "This Underworld will turn your face too."

What does it mean?

Li Changan waited to ask more questions, but the team suddenly stopped. He raised his head and found a solitary gate tower in the sea of ​​flowers in front of him.

The Taoist priest was not surprised, probably because when he came to the underworld, he also passed through such a tower.

The army came here, presumably Juzhou was just across from this city gate.

But Yan Xinglie did not rush through the city gate at this moment, but pulled out a roll of roster.

"Wang Xiaoer, Zhang Dahu, Xu Ding, Zhao Wu, Wang Long..."

Lou Cheng explained: "It's not a war. There is no need to send out a large army, so as not to disturb the place."

The Taoist thought for a while and it was true, but he immediately discovered that these named Yin soldiers and Yin generals, including infantry, archers, cavalry, and even guard dental soldiers, were too messy in composition.

And one by one was either excited or gritted his teeth.

"These Yin Soldiers?"

"These brothers are all people who died of hatred because of Li Kuiqi's rebellion."

The Taoist priest suddenly.

………

Juzhou is a big city, not far from Chang'an. Although the world has been corrupted and suffered some military disasters, it has not changed its prosperity. It is just that there are more owners in the outskirts of the mass graves. Lonely grave, that's all.

Therefore, although the night is dark, there are still people walking on the street.

On the street at the entrance of the Xicheng Brothel, a few scholars leaned back on their shoulders, drunk and slanted.

suddenly.

Several people trembled all over, only to feel that their bones penetrated into waves of cold.

"Weird, there is no wind."

A man who drank into a monkey's **** murmured, and the one next to him who drank pale, but he said in a daze:

"I seem to have seen a team of soldiers and horses with a Taoist priest in it. No, it's a monk...hey, or like a Taoist..."

The monkey's **** chuckles and points to the empty street.

"Where the soldiers and horses came in the middle of the night, you...you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

The drunk is most afraid of people saying that he is drunk. He touched his empty head and hurriedly said:

"Look, my head was snatched away by the man's scabbard."

Li Changan secretly said "Sorry". After Yan Xinglie chose the soldiers, he left the underworld through the city gate, and appeared directly in the city of Juzhou.

Just now, the pale face looked right. The reason why they got cold inexplicably was because they passed through with the ghost soldiers and were rushed into the body by the yin energy.

The ghost soldiers are tangible and inhospitable, and they have nothing to do with others, but Li Changan is a living person.

Although he was caught in the Yin Soldiers, his figure was hidden, but there was no room to move. The drunk was also swaying as he walked. He couldn't dodge, and the scabbard snatched away the objects on the bun.

He took off his head and threw it back, but when he looked back, he saw that the two had already fought.

Hey, this drunk is really troublesome when he is drunk.

Remember, remember, stop here.

He shook his head and warned himself.

Before there was time to reflect, the team had stopped in front of a vermilion lacquered gate.

Going to the place!

………

"The thief is in this mansion."

"The judge took away his back muscles. He was supposed to be killed on the spot, but he didn't want to have an expert around him cast spells and rescued him. From then on, he has been guarded against the ghosts of the underworld. Everywhere he goes, he must set up Magic circle!"

With that said, Yan Xinglie stepped forward, but before reaching the gate, a light curtain surrounded by green flames suddenly rose up, blocking him tightly.

In order to demonstrate to Li Changan, the beard dashed hard, but the light curtain remained motionless. On the contrary, the beard was accidentally stained with green flames, and it took a lot of effort to put out the matter.

The Taoist priest looked carefully for a while.

"It seems to be the same as Young Master Bailian's karma?"

Yan Xinglie nodded in agreement.

"That's why I am brazen..."

The words were interrupted by the Taoist waving his hand.

"Where does Brother Yan have so many polite words?"

After speaking, a sword pierced the light curtain, and the sword's edge was surrounded by blue light, and the green flame could melt away the snow and smoke.

He turned the hilt and cut a big hole in the light curtain.

Immediately, he retracted his sword into its sheath, and pulled back sideways.

"Everyone, please."

"There is grudge and revenge, and there is grudge and grievance!"