The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

The ghosts and gods have always disliked each other.

Seeing that everyone was feeling heavy, Qing Wu confessed openly: "Those just now are all my personal opinions. As a ghost, I will naturally seize the opportunity to say bad things about those stupid people in the sky~"

Everyone: "..."

Yeyou chuckled and nodded in agreement: "That's right, who are the gods~"

Mu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost thought that the gods were all heartless bad guys."

"Ghosts are divided into good and evil, and gods are naturally good and bad." Qingwu shrugged and said, "But mortals have some wrong perceptions of gods. Gods and gods are gods, and immortals are immortals. They are not the same."

Qing Wu roughly said that the gods and ghosts were born according to the rules in ancient times. Although the ghosts under the underworld are collectively called the ghosts, they are actually divided into innate and acquired.

Among the innate ghosts, only she, the Sifang Ghost Emperor, the city spirit Misu, Riyou Yeyou and the Ten Palaces of Hell belong to the innate ghosts.

The so-called day after tomorrow means that after death, a person turns into a ghost and is awarded the title of Yin official in the underworld.

In the same way, the gods are innate.

Immortals, on the other hand, are those who ascend after cultivating the Tao.

Immortals are divided into heavenly immortals and earthly immortals. The most powerful among the immortals can only live in the thirty-second heaven at most, and when they reach the thirty-third heaven they will be the Heavenly Palace.

As for the Earth Immortal, it doesn’t matter. Most of them are in Shizhou and Three Islands.

After everyone listened, they suddenly realized.

"Basically, the gods will not descend to the earth. Just like the big ghosts in the underworld, even if they appear in the human world, they will use their clones."

After all, if the real body comes, the human world will not be able to hold it at all.

Of course, Qingwu is a relatively special existence. She is transformed from the consciousness of the underworld, and her true body is the underworld itself.

"Aunt!" Xiao Yulang enthusiastically tugged at the corner of Qingwu's clothes: "You haven't said which gods in the sky are friendly to mortals!"

"I know!" Lu Qiao raised his hand excitedly: "The God of Wealth! And Yue Lao! They must be friendly to mortals!"

Ye You burst into laughter.

Luqiao said coquettishly: "Am I right?"

Qing Wu pondered: "First of all, Yue Lao is an immortal. He has a book of marriages, but he can hold the red thread for mortals."

"But when it comes to the innate deity who controls all the marriages of all living beings in the three realms, it must be the Moon Goddess Yuegu. She lives in the thirty-third heaven, and the Three Life Stones are in her moon palace."

Qing Wu curled her lips when she mentioned the Sansheng Stone.

"Furthermore, the God of Wealth that people often worship is a God-given official and one of the immortals. In fact, he is also an immortal."

She said and smiled: "The people in the world who worship the God of Wealth are like crucian carp crossing the river. Let's see how many of them actually get rich."

Lu Qiao groaned, feeling distressed and wanting to cover her purse: "It's over, all the money I paid for incense over the years has been in vain."

Qing Wu had a look of hatred on her face, and the others also laughed out loud.

It was rare for Qingnu to talk so much today, and she was tired of talking. She was afraid that her nephew would continue to ask questions, so she spoke briefly and concisely:

"In ancient times, the Qing Emperor was the god of wood. The Qing Emperor's clan is in charge of the vegetation in the world and has good intentions towards all living things. If you really can't help but want to worship a god, then worship the Qing Emperor."

After Qing Wu finished speaking, she quickly stood up and slipped away.

Night Tour is also busy running away.

Lu Qiao couldn't help but said: "The princess is confused. If we want to worship her and the prince in person, why should we worship someone else?"

This is true, but what Qing Wu said today really opened the door to a new world for everyone.

The palace was bustling with activity, and the people in Dayong also spent the most unusual New Year's Eve.

This time, the people who were most deeply touched were not the people in the capital, but other places.

Nanling.

The Seven Kings were writing couplets in the study, while Gu Lingyue was studying ink beside him. The couple looked at each other and smiled from time to time.

"It's written." The Seventh King put down his pen. When Gu Lingyue saw the four words "Reunion and Yuan Yuan" on the couplet, she couldn't help showing a sentimental look.

Seeing this, the Seven Kings subconsciously held her hand.

"Yue'er."

Gu Lingyue didn't wait for him to comfort her and said, "I'm fine. It's great now. I just couldn't help but think of those two children."

The Seventh King's mood was also a bit complicated. It had been a long time since he had two great children who were neither human nor ghosts in the blink of an eye, and one of them had grown up directly.

Every time he thought about it, he was still in a daze.

There was yearning, there was father's love, but sometimes when he dreamed that his squinty-eyed son called him daddy, the Seventh King couldn't help but wake up from his dream.

According to Gu Lingyue, after all, she worked hard to give birth to Riyou and Yeyou, so maternal love is naturally more pure.

But Qingwu made it clear when she agreed to the request of the seven kings and exchanged ten years of life for staying with her. She and the Seven Kings are destined to have a weak relationship with their children. It would be best for both parties if they don't see each other again for the last time in this life.

"Husband, I want to send something to Beijing." Gu Lingyue was a little uneasy. After speaking, she shook her head again: "That's all."

The Seventh King saw that she had been worried about her these days, and asked her several times but was unwilling to answer. Thinking of the clothes and shoes that Gu Lingyue had sewn by herself during this period of time, they were both for children and adults.

Thinking back to the way she hesitated to speak when he asked his subordinates to send New Year gifts to the capital, how could the Seven Kings not understand?

"I'll write and ask Xiaoyan. If it doesn't matter, we'll send it to you."

"Okay!" Gu Lingyue nodded excitedly.

The couple looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, the subordinate knocked on the door. After the Seven Kings answered, the subordinate hurried in, looking extremely excited.

"Your Majesty! Here we come! His Highness King Yan sent someone... No! He sent the Heroic Soul Army to return the taxes!"

The Seven Kings were startled, then overjoyed.

After Xiao Chenyan and Qing Wu conferred titles on the Heroic Soul Army, the news spread throughout Dayong. Maybe some people didn't know it yet, but the vassal kings everywhere knew it.

"Who is coming from the Heroic Soul Army?"

"Yes, it's General Lin Fanghe! General Lin has passed by!"

The Seven Kings and Gu Lingyue hurried out. On the way, they heard from their subordinates how the Yinghun Army entered the city.

That scene shocked everyone in the city.

The heroic spirit rode on a war horse and came through the air. Even if only ten people came, it was enough to shock everyone.

In the front yard of the palace, Lin Fanghe knelt down to meet his father: General Lin Qinhu.

The old general cried three times in his life, once when his wife died, once when his son buried his bones with a hundred thousand soldiers in the north, and the last time is now.

He saw his son again, and there was life and death between father and son.

Ten years of life and death, ten years, ten whole years!

He never thought we'd see each other again!

Now, my son is back and has become a heroic spirit.

Lin Fanghe was a Confucian general. Before he died in battle, he remembered his father as a majestic and powerful man. In ten years, his father had aged, his face was full of ravines, and the hand holding the knife was broken, turning him into a one-armed man.

"Just come back, just come back!"

Lin Qinhu patted his son's shoulder heavily and saw the Prime Minister Zuo coming next to him, "Make the Prime Minister Zuo laugh."

The Prime Minister Zuo and Old General Lin were also old acquaintances. He shook his head. The wonder he felt along the way turned into emotion after seeing the father and son reunited.

He suddenly realized another profound meaning behind King Yan's request for the Heroic Soul Army to return taxes from various places.

These soldiers were liberated from Wuyong and were welcomed back to Dayong.

They have returned home, but they have not yet completely returned home.

On New Year’s Day, the whole family is reunited, and the heroes’ souls also want to return home...

After ten years, they were finally able to truly see their relatives.