Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 412
The ghost general said, "Master, do you know that a formation has been placed here?"

The monk nodded.

When the other party appeared, Fu Chen immediately chose to hide and quietly watch from the sidelines.

"So we can't take it away."

"Why? Can't solve the formation?" The monk was puzzled, "The poor monk..."

"Hey," the ghost general interrupted, "Master doesn't know that, 500 years ago, this Yinling Mountain was a treasured land of geomantic omen."

"Sanzheng Tianshi regards this place as his own tomb. It so happens that the two armies fought here, causing countless casualties. The treasure land was turned into a yin place by the collision of Yin spirits."

"The three righteous angels are just like you today. They used to be the ones who were most likely to become gods."

"But the practice was first created, and I turned to seek the immortals."

"But it's such a coincidence."

"The place where the corpse was practiced was destroyed by the army. Sanzheng Tianshi cannot become a god, but can only wait for death."

"Sanzheng Tianshi was angry and imprisoned all Yin spirits, and could not be reincarnated as human beings."

"This place also became the Yinling Mountain. The master of the day also lost his eyes because of the karma, and his cultivation base was not advanced, and he was buried in the earth after death."

"The Celestial Master and his descendants are too powerful, no one dares to take them into the Underworld. So... Master, don't make things difficult for me."

"There is always a solution," said the monk. "They have been here for 500 years, and after another hundred years, they will really disappear in the world."

"I said, it can't be done." The ghost will be in trouble.

"Can the benefactor tell the poor monk what to do? The poor monk can..." the monk continued.

Sometimes monks are very stubborn people.

"Monk!" The ghost general yelled, "Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine! You haven't become a god yet, I respect you and respect you, don't force others to make things difficult for you!"

Fu Chen frowned, and shouted, "Who doesn't want to eat a toast?" Fu Chen appeared, with a wooden knife in front of him.

The ghost general took a look at the knife and knew that the blade didn't have much hostility, and even had surging aura.Confused, "Who are you?"

"The one who hit you!" Fuchen rushed forward, directly breaking into the army.

The monk raised his hand to grab the floating dust, but his hand was empty.Seeing the floating dust rushing into the army, the wooden knife flipped and jumped.In the dark night forest, people cannot be discerned, and black and shadows are gathered into a ball.

Hearing the whistling wind of Fuchen wielding his knife and the wails of ghost soldiers, he knew that Fuchen hadn't suffered a loss.

After a while, Fuchen stepped on the head of the ghost general, blowing on the wooden knife, and the wooden knife made a clank sound, "Hey, the army of hundreds of people is also willing to fight with me, tsk tsk, next time, I will ask you ghost king to come out, and then call a random soldier, and then I will fight with Lao Tzu!" beat."

The ghost will be ashamed, "Who are you?"

Fuchen put the knife in front of the ghost general, and blew the cowhide casually, "Fuchen, someone who has killed a hundred thousand soldiers and horses and a hundred Yin soldiers." Kicked the ghost general, and signaled the direction of the monk, "Huh?"

The ghost general was aggrieved, but his life was in the hands of others, and he said in a low voice, "We really have no power in this matter. The more formal way is to go to the king of hell, and we dare to accept it if he asks. Or, if you have the ability to deal with Sanzheng and the others, you can also deal with them." Let people go directly to the underworld."

Fuchen looked at the monk.

The monk made up his mind, "Take us to the underworld."

The ghost general turned his face away without saying a word, unmoved, obviously unwilling.

"Want to die?" The black knife approached his neck.

The ghost general suddenly shouted, "If I go with you, I will die."

Hearing this, Fu Chen suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.She took out Jiang Ziwu's national notice to the ghost general, "Here, just show this to you ghost king."

The ghost general twitched when he saw the human emperor's decree.Who cares about him is the ghost king, ghost!Not the emperor!

"Relax, that's right. Look, didn't you see what was written here? Anyone who disrespects the monks and spiritual grasses of our Foxin Temple will face the wrath of the new emperor. You ghosts who sleep underground must taboo the people on the ground You are afraid of the descendants of that ghost, aren't you afraid of the king who rules a country? Don't worry, you ghost kings still want to give the emperor face." Fu Chen reasoned seriously.

The ghost general doesn't want to be fooled by people, but now his life is in his hands.His eyes were fixed on the emperor's edict.At least, there is a formal "excuse", and there is barely an explanation for Gui Wangye.A dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor. "Come with me." The ghost general took out a key, and a door immediately appeared in the ground.

A swirl of black mist was behind the door, and the door was so dark that it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

The facade is a big black dog's head.If you stretch out your hand, the dog's head can still bite people.The eyeballs are staring at you, with a look of ignorance.

"Wow." Fuchen was amazed, as if he had never seen the world at all.

At this time, the ghost general found his dignity as a ghost general, straightened his waist and talked to the dog ghost.

"Ah wah wah wah..."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Fu Chen looked at the conversation between a ghost and a dog strangely, as if he saw acrobatics.Good guy, it turns out that you can talk to dogs after you die.

The black door opened, and there was the sound of mecha turning inside the door.

"wow"

"wow"

"despair"

The organ rang and the door opened.

"Follow me." The ghost general stepped into the yard first.

The two of them followed Baijun into the gate, walked through a trance-like darkness, and then walked into a dilapidated wild graveyard.These tombs seem to be hiding ghosts.

Continue to go.The scenery on both sides changes rapidly.Fuchen sat on the monk's shoulder, saw the desolate fields, and walked past a small archway. The ghost general pointed to the huge monster in the blackness in the distance - the huge gate with the words "Ghost Gate of the Underworld".

"That's where the gate of hell is closed. I still have tasks to do, so I can't go in. You two... don't say I'm leading the way." The ghost general asked.

The monk nodded naturally.

Fuchen watched all this enthusiastically.

The two walked to the door.

With a bull's head and a horse's face holding weapons, they crossed to block the intersection, blocking the floating dust and the monk, "You two, you don't belong to the underworld, you should go back."

The monk stepped forward and said, "Benefactor, the poor monk wants to talk to the King of Hades about the thirty thousand ghosts in Yinling Mountain."

Ma Mian began to persuade, "Monk, you are a relic container of Buddha, destined to become a Buddha and become a saint, just stay on the ground and practice, why bother with the affairs of the underworld?"

Stepping into the spiritual world, it seems that everyone knows who the monk is, who he will leave, and who he will become in the future.

Fu Chen looked away and looked around.The sky here is black.There was a line of people lining up at the door.

"Amitabha, the poor monk cultivates Buddhism just to save all living beings, how can he turn a blind eye to innocent ghosts?" The monk said lightly.

Niutauma looked at each other face to face, and asked, "You want to find King Hades?"

The monk nodded.

The bull head and the horse looked at each other again, removed their weapons, and let them go.

The monk walked towards the gate of hell with the floating dust.Fuchen turned his head and looked back, and saw the bull-headed horse looking straight at their backs with a solemn expression.

As if anticipating something was going to happen.

Passing through the city wall and stepping into the boundary of the underworld, you can see many, many souls.Most of them look like people.

And those who can clearly feel the yin energy, and even those whose appearance and outline have changed, are ghosts.

The monk has a firm gaze and chooses the road straight.Fu Chen sat on his shoulder, his eyes were never enough to see.

The two walked on Huangquan Road and then stepped onto the Golden Bridge.

"You two, do you want to drink my Po Meng's soup?" Po Meng asked holding a bowl of soup.

The monk shook his head and walked straight past.

Granny Meng didn't stop her either.

There are three bridges spanning the River of Forgetfulness, namely the Golden Bridge, the Iron Bridge and the Wooden Bridge.

Different people crowded on different bridges.It looks like a scene of rushing to work in the early morning fog.

Just more realistic.

In Wangchuan, there are ghostly hands constantly reaching out, expecting to catch the souls that fell into the water and eat them up.The sound of ghost cries was worse than howling wolves, it stimulated the brain and made me feel uncomfortable all over.

The two walked across the Golden Bridge.His gaze inadvertently glanced at the end of the golden bridge, and there was a Bianhua flower growing beside the bridge.

Red petals and bright stamens swagger by the bridge.

Although the other shore flower grows with Guijie, it mostly grows on the wilderness of Guijie.There are countless wild ghosts floating around.

Fuchen jumped down and became the size of a girl.She stopped in front of the flowers, silent.

Bianhua greets the dead.This is not a good sign.

The line of sight drifted slightly: Countless benevolent souls passed by on the golden bridge, and the Wangchuan River was surging under the golden bridge, and ghosts roared angrily.

The monk waited quietly.

Half the salary, Fu Chen turned around, "Let's go."

The monk followed.

Behind the two of them, the flowers of the other shore fluttered in the wind.

Before reaching Senluo Hall, a man in official uniform stepped forward to greet him, "You two are here to find King Yama?"

The monk nodded.Fuchen looked at this person expressionlessly.

The man smiled and said, "I am the judge of King Yan Luo. The king is not here today. If the two of you are here for the matter of Yinling Mountain, I know the way."

The monk asked, "What method?"

The man just smiled and said nothing.

Fuchen sized up the judge, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, tall and tall, he looked upright.But Fuchen felt weird, pulled the monk behind him, and asked the man, "What's your name?"

"Zhang Xian." The man smiled, looking very kind.

"Really a judge?" She was a little disbelieving.

"Yes."

"Then do you know who we are?" Fu Chen asked.

The man replied, "The holy monk and the wooden dragon."

"Wrong, he is a person who has become a Buddha and a god." Fu Chen said with gloomy eyes, "Children, if you dare to play tricks on us, you have to weigh yourself and your descendants."

The man smiled, his posture unchanged.

Fu Chen ignored this person.I took the monk to find Sen Luodian by myself.Did not see the king.

Pulling the little ghost who was cleaning aside, "Where is your king?"

The little ghost said: "In time for the Yulan Basin Festival, all ten great kings went to celebrate their birthdays." have)

Fuchen was unhappy, sitting on Hades' table and waiting.

Just as the kid on the side was about to make a move, he was stunned by the wooden knife in Fuchen's hand.The little ghost persuaded, "Grandma, this is the king's table. It's not suitable for you to sit here. You ask the king to do something, and you ask him. If you do this on his table, where will the king put his face?"

Despite the little ghost's persuasion, Fuchen just doesn't move, and must wait until the King of Hades arrives.

The monk took the initiative to chat with judge Zhang Xian, "The benefactor said there is a way, can you tell me what method?"

"Do you really want to try? Do you know that Master Sanzheng and his descendants are not easy?" the judge reminded.

Hearing this person again, Fu Chen felt uncomfortable.

The judge's words were more like warnings.

"Can he go to heaven?" Fuchen snorted coldly. "Just a dead man."

"Amitabha, floating dust, pay attention to your words." The monk persuaded.

Fuchen rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

She now looks like everyone is stopping the monk from saving herself
"Can holy monks know the story of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Judge Zhang Xian asked.

To the end of the future, save all sinful and suffering sentient beings in the six realms! Save all sentient beings, and then become a Buddha.This is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"One of the ways for bodhisattvas to save themselves from the six realms is the golden lotus. If you want to persuade the King of Hades to agree with you, my suggestion is to plant the seeds of this golden lotus into the River of Forgetfulness." Zhang Xian said.

This is a method that monks cannot refuse, with or without Yin Lingshan.

Golden lotus can save thousands of suffering souls in the world.

The monk thanked him and got up to leave.

Fu Chen looked at Zhang Xian coldly, but Zhang Xian still looked gentle.

When he saw the monk coming out of the palace gate, Fuchen turned his hands, and a tree vine sprang out from his sleeve, and flew out to bind the judge.

"I don't believe you." Fuchen said.Pulling people behind him.

Just as the monk was about to open his mouth, he was blocked by Fu Chen's words, "Be careful with the ten-thousand-year ship."

Wangchuan is the largest branch of the Santu River, and it is also the dividing line between Huangquan Road and the underworld.

If you want to reincarnate, you must go to Wangchuan Water and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.

If you are homesick, you can take a look at the Homecoming Stone, and then go to the Senluo Hall to be judged by the king of Hades.

If it is a good person, the judge will lead him through the city of death in vain, and enter the three good paths, that is, the path of heaven, the path of Asura, or the path of humanity.

If you are a wicked person, you can either walk through the Nether Back Yin Mountain and enter the eighteenth level of hell, or you can walk through the city of vain death and fall into the three evil realms, the animal realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the hell realm.

Fuchen and the monk walked back to the river of Wangchuan.

The water of Wangchuan River is blood-yellow, full of lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, full of insects and snakes, and it is filthy and difficult to get close to.

Not far away, Ye Youshen on the Naihe Bridge noticed the situation here and stared distractedly.The evil spirit next to him pushed the wicked man into the Wangchuan River with a fork.

In less than half a quarter, hundreds of people were thrown into the River of Forgetfulness, and there was a lot of screams.

And the good ones walked by in peace.

There is a writing: Wangchuan is "copper snake and iron dog fight for food, and fall into the Nai River forever with no way out".

Fu Chen cast her gaze back, she doesn't care about these so-called rules, but if someone judges her by this, she doesn't mind making a fuss.

A boat floated on the River of Forgetfulness, "Are you going to cross the river?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to plant this golden lotus." The monk explained his purpose.

The ghost ignored it and asked directly, "Are you rich?"

"The poor monk has no money."

"Hmph, want to cross the river without money? Think of you as a Buddha." The ghost pushed the boat away.

Fuchen looked at the monk.If you want to cross the river, you have to take a boat.Now the boat is gone.

The monk still looked indifferent, as if it was not a problem.

Fuchen don't look away, if this guy doesn't help him, he will probably wade into the water.He took out the wooden knife, the wooden knife became bigger, and threw it on the surface of Wangchuan.The wooden knife floats on the water like a boat.

Fuchen jumped up and pulled the judge up too.Turning his head to the monk, he said, "Come up, there is aura to suppress these little things."

The monk didn't think much and jumped on it.

Fuchen Yujian floats on the water.

On the water of Wangchuan, countless hungry ghosts and monsters howled and fought, and two people were quietly flowing on the muddy water.The monk added a golden mask to the three of them.The appearance of the golden mask made the three of them the focus. The ghost who had been fighting came out of the water and looked at the three of them, with longing eyes...

Planting golden lotus is not an easy task. In order not to waste golden lotus, one must find Wangchuan's longan.

The length of the Wangchuan River is unknown for hundreds of miles, and it is even more unknowable after the river flows into the main channel of the Three Ways.

The endless red and yellow turbidity, countless ghosts, who don't know the longan at all... They have to enter the river.

This is the judge's problem.

Floating dust and cold eyes.The judge didn't feel right to him.

The monk was about to dive into the river, and the floating dust held him back. Once this messy water ghost rioted, it might be able to kill the monk who had not yet become a Buddha.

"Don't worry, there is always a boss in a river, let's find the boss." Fuchen said calmly.A few intertwined tree vines protruded from the sleeves, and the tree vines continued to extend into the bottom of the river, constantly exploring in the river.

Trees and vines kept making nets, and the holes in the nets were so large that ordinary little ghosts were directly filtered away.

The knots became bigger and bigger, and the sinking speed became faster and faster, until it touched something, and the solid feeling made Fu Chen react immediately.

"Boy," came a murky voice from Wang Chuan's water, "You're quite courageous."

Fuchen immediately turned into a golden dragon, and his whole body was vigilant.

"It's my fault for disturbing senior's sleep, but I'm here to plant the golden lotus, please—" Fu Chen saw the giant dragon several times taller than himself, his eyes straightened, "Senior, tell me where the dragon's eye is."

The giant dragon is simply a second Wangchuan River, and its body is completely a river.

No wonder it is said that dragons are in charge of water. If this body is made of water, it will be a proper rainstorm.

"Yo, the qi in your body is really complicated." The dragon glanced at the floating dust, and his voice was lazy, "I won't tell." His eyes turned to the monk next to him, "Unless you dig out the Buddhist bead relic next to you, this thing I haven't played it yet."

Fuchen snorted, "No. It's from me! Get another one."

If you say dig it, you will dig it, as if I am dead.

The dragon moved its body.

Fuchen's field of vision became even taller.

Well, what a big one.

"Boy, I have been here in Wangchuanhe for tens of thousands of years, besides relics, what else do you have to make me happy?" the dragon said slowly.

Amused——Fuchen's brain went straight, turned into a human body, and took out the "Monkey King" that he carried with him, "This?"

"Ah?" The giant dragon slowly lowered its head, staring at the comic book with its big eyes, "What is this?"

"Little man's book. Haven't heard of it." Fu Chen clicked his tongue twice, "Your style is too low, Monkey King! Little man's book! You have never read it, have you?"

Julong couldn't understand what she was saying, but he straightened his body and said: How is my style so low?
"Tsk tsk, this is the most popular vernacular book on earth! Everyone from the emperor to the little monster has a copy." Fu Chen highly praised the little book in his hand.

The monk didn't speak, and the emperor and the holy monk said it all by herself. If she was so exhausted, she would buy a book for her, and no one would have a copy.

The giant dragon was puzzled, "Does the Buddha also watch it?"

"Look! Not only watching, but he is also acting! Here is his story!" Fuchen made up random things.

"Hey, let me tell you..." Fuchen Balabala said all the time, talking about the story of the birth of the Monkey King, the havoc in the heavenly palace, and the story of the Buddha who fought three times and finally buried himself under Wuzhi Mountain because of the death of his disciples and grandchildren.

Whenever it comes to the wonderful things, everyone can't help but listen quietly or shout "Okay!"

They are both monsters and ghosts, and the stories of this kind of monsters resisting power are the most inspiring. They all stopped making trouble, and they all leaned next to Fu Chen to listen to her.

Don't ask her what the original story is, she doesn't remember at all, what she thinks is what.

The monk was silent beside him.

Very good, Fuchen Shi's ability to edit stories has improved again, and he can publish a book by himself.

(End of this chapter)