Fortune telling?Super accurate!

Xie Bi'an was in a daze when he woke up, and he wiped the corner of his mouth: "Is it dawn?" Wen Heng came over with a big bowl in his hand: "Thank you, fellow daoist, are you awake? Come and taste this soup, take a sip to refresh your mind and body! It tastes better with coriander!"

Xie Bi'an's face cracked with a crack: "This is... Meng Po soup?" He turned his head suddenly, saw the big man next to the soup pot, Wen Heng saw Xie Bi'an's face turn green: "Old Meng! What are you doing? The big man's eyes were a little dull, with one hand holding a spoon and stirring the soup pot, and the other hand grabbing finely chopped coriander from Wen Heng's storage bag and throwing it into the soup pot, muttering while throwing: "Add some coriander It's even better!"

Xie Bi'an crawled up from the ground, not even caring about the umbrella on the ground.He was panicked and devastated: "Old Meng! Do you want to drink the soup you made yourself again?" The big man said delicately: "It's better to add some coriander."

Xie Bi'an sighed and said to Wen Heng: "Lao Meng forgot who he is after drinking Mengpo soup. I'll take him to the Ghost Emperor for help. You can take a look here first, don't go away." The large coarse porcelain bowl stood honestly behind the soup pot: "Okay, I'll watch the fire."

There was a ray of dark red flame under the soup pot licking the bottom of the pot unhurriedly, the pot was full of aroma, Wen Heng felt that he could drink another bowl.Xie Bi'an carried Lao Meng and ran towards the back of the small bridge. He also left a sentence: "If you see strangers walking here later, let them drink soup!"

After Xie Bi'an and the others left, Wen Heng ate the soup leisurely with a begging stick in one hand and a soup bowl in the other. There should be some formation, right?

He strolled to the small arched bridge, and there were two characters written on the bridge - Nai He.There is also a line of small characters next to it, Wen Heng took a look and was not interested in studying it.He was sitting on the steps of the Naihe Bridge drinking warm soup. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and red palace lanterns lit up beside the small bridge, and a solemn palace appeared behind the small bridge.There are red palace lanterns hanging on every corner of the palace. If the palace lanterns weren't on, those who didn't know would think it was a big mountain.

There was the sound of water flowing under the bridge. Wen Heng looked over and saw someone passing by on a boat under the bridge. There were two demon cultivators standing on the boat. It may be because their cultivation bases were not up to scratch, and the transformation was not very successful. One has a bull's head and one has a horse's head.Niutou and Matou stood on the uncovered boat and looked up at Wen Heng, who smiled slightly at them.

Niu Tou shouted: "Old Meng! You look good today, you can go out to deceive other handsome boys!" Ma Shou said: "Old Meng, you should change back to your previous appearance, this is too embarrassing, It's ugly." Wen Heng blinked, this terrible aesthetic difference...

Niutou shouted: "Lao Meng, why are you so quiet today? Sing a song for brother!" The horse head said: "Please let me go, you can sing to Niutou yourself when you turn around." It’s not right to say that.” Standing on the bridge, Wen Heng looked at the two demon cultivators in amazement, they were actually called Niu Tau Ma Mian?

Before ascension, Wen Heng and the others would sometimes hear mortals talk about what happened after death. It was said that after death, people would go to the Hall of Yama to be judged, and then those who were guilty would go to the [-]th floor of hell, and after paying off their debts, they would enter reincarnation.Wen Heng once heard people from the lower world gossiping about things about the underworld, ordinary people always have a lot of imagination.

Wen Heng took a sip of Mengpo soup and sighed: "It would be great if Wushang was here." The scenery in the Netherworld is very special, and he really wanted his Taoist companion to see it for himself.

Among other things, Lao Meng's soup was really good. Wen Heng drank three bowls, and he wanted to pack a few bowls for his disciples and Taoist companions.But thinking about it, it's not very good, you can't even eat and pack, there is no such rule.

Under the bridge, the bullhead and the horse walked away, and Wen Heng saw a few people in white clothes on the boat behind them. These people's hands and feet were bound by chains, and they didn't know what they did wrong, so he didn't dare to ask.

When the bull head and horse noodles were gone, Wen Heng remembered one thing, should he let the bull head horse noodles drink a few bowls of soup?Lao Meng put a soup pot here, it should be used to reward his companions, right?Lao Meng has this habit, and his disciples also have it. They will give out any good things to the brothers. I don't know if his disciples are doing well now.

When Wen Heng was in a daze, he heard a crisp silver bell.With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw a handsome man in a red robe with seventeen or eighteen silver bells walking over.He was tall and tall, with his hair tied in a bun on top of his head, and a crimson hairpin stuck in it, which looked like a flame.

Wen Heng felt that this should be a colleague of Lao Meng, right?It doesn't look easy to get along with, as if someone owes him 800 million.Well, it's time to have a bowl of love soup to warm your heart.

Wen Heng put on a signature smile: "This fellow Taoist, let me have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach and relieve the cold? It tastes better after adding coriander dried shrimps." Wen Heng warmly greeted this serious-faced man, he Do you think that if the man's eye knife can be turned into substance, his body will have been pierced?

The man in red glanced at Wen Heng: "I'm not interested in men, especially yours. It's not as good as the previous image." Wen Heng:? ? ?what happened?He seems to have been accidentally injured.

The man in red sneered: "Do your job well, don't always think about romantic affairs, and show the ghosts the painting with rouge and powder?" Wen Heng:? ? ?Who put on rouge and powder?

The man in red stepped forward and stood in front of Wen Heng, holding Wen Heng's chin with his hand through the soup pot.What I want to say here is that the man in red is not as tall as Wen Heng, and Wen Heng said to the man in red with a condescending smile: "My friend, you may have misunderstood me, I am not..."

The man in red patted Wen Heng's face: "The technique this time is very realistic, whose skin was peeled this time?" Wen Heng: "It smells pretty good." The corners of Wen Heng's mouth twitched. Except for Lian Wushang and his disciples and friends, he hated others talking about his smell. Ever since Daomu bloomed, the smell on his body has dissipated. not going!

Wen Heng's eyes were already a little dangerous: "Do you want soup?" The man in red put his hands down: "No."

Wen Heng sighed: "That won't work, thank you for what you said, people crossing the bridge must drink soup, can you have a bowl?" The man in the red clothes narrowed his eyes: "Meng Po, do you want to commit the following crime? Gudu Gudu..." Before waiting The man in red went into a rage, Wen Heng had already skilfully scooped up a bowl of soup and poured it down to the man with lightning speed, the man couldn't resist, the bells on his body were ringing chaotically but he was unable to break free from Wen Heng's shackles.

The man in red soon had flushed cheeks and misty eyes: "Hey..." Wen Heng clapped his hands and put the bowl aside: "It turns out that you like others to feed you, let me tell you earlier, although it's a bit capricious, I'm still willing to talk nicely. "The man in red stood beside the Naihe Bridge in a trance, humming: "I am Yang Yun, the ghost emperor of Luofeng Mountain..."

Wen Heng responded with a good temper: "I am Wen Heng, the suzerain of the Xuantian Sect in the Imperial Spirit Realm. It's a pleasure to meet you."If Wen Heng could make up ten different names for him, who would be afraid of him?

Yang Yun stood stupidly in front of the Naihe Bridge, and Wen Heng scratched his cheek: "Your Daoist Yang, I know your identity, you can go back after drinking the soup. You are off work, why don't you come back tomorrow?" Knowing to go back to the nest to rest, Yang Yun must also want to go home, right?Yang Yun repeated his identity in a daze, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Just as they were talking, there was a flash of inspiration on the teleportation formation that Wen Heng and the others had just arrived, and two people appeared in the teleportation formation on one knee: "Hey... this formation is getting worse and worse." "Just use it, Better than nothing."

Wen Heng took a closer look and saw two men in the teleportation formation. One was of medium stature and wore a blue robe. He had kind eyebrows and eyes, and seemed to be a good talker. He was Zhao Wenhe, the Western Ghost Emperor.There is another person who is not angry and arrogant, wearing a yellow shirt. He is the southern ghost emperor Du Ziren.The two walked out after a while in the teleportation formation: "Hey? Yang Yun, why are you standing here?"

Yang Yun: "I am Yang Yun, the ghost emperor of Luofeng Mountain..." The two looked at each other blankly, and then saw Wen Heng standing behind the soup pot.Wen Heng clasped his hands together: "Two fellow Taoists, let's have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach and relieve the cold? It tastes even better with the addition of parsley dried shrimps."

Yang Yun was lying on his back on the bench in Yan Luo Hall, he was still repeating: "I am Yang Yun, the ghost emperor of Luofeng Mountain..." Beside him, the tall and burly Lao Meng was also lying: "It tastes better with some coriander. "

Standing in front of Du Ziren and Zhao Wenhe, Xie Bi'an explained tremblingly: "It's just like this." The eyes of the three focused on Wen Heng, and Wen Heng bowed his hands to the three of them with crooked eyebrows. Fingers crossed.

Du Ziren said: "No monk has ever been to the Netherworld for tens of thousands of years. I didn't expect a monk to ascend to the Netherworld when he ascended." Zhao Wenhe's smile was a little awkward: "Yeah, the most terrifying thing is that it looks like it's just A cultivator who cultivated as an Earth Immortal actually overthrew Yang Yun!" Although Yang Yun was only fed a bowl of Mengpo soup, fortunately, it was not a trick to seal his throat with blood, but... in the entire Netherworld, the only one who can overwhelm Yang Yun is Yan Jun.

The strength of this monk who went to the wrong place should not be underestimated!This is not what the two ghost emperors admire the most, what they admire the most is Wen Heng's ability to drink Mengpo soup without changing his face!Mengpo soup will make the soul lose its memory, and the soul must be filled with a bowl of Mengpo soup before reincarnation.The number of souls that can be reincarnated these years has become less and less, and the Meng Po soup has become thicker and thicker. Even Yang Yun, one of the ghost emperors, fell down after drinking this thick soup, and he was unscathed!

Wen Heng looked around, it was a very ordinary palace, maybe because it was already night, there were few people in the palace, it looked a bit gloomy.

Du Ziren and Zhao Wenhe glanced at each other: "Recently Yan Jun went to the upper realm, we have to wait for Yan Jun to come back to make a decision. It happens that we are short of manpower, why not..." Ready-made labor is useless!

Wen Heng sneezed, he rubbed his nose, is someone talking about him?

Du Ziren is very good at negotiating. When encountering any evil spirits in the Netherworld, he was the one who approached them to negotiate with them in the early days. Most of the evil spirits could be negotiated by him.As for Wen Heng, at first glance, he was a monk who was easy to fool and talk.

Du Ziren sat on one side of the long table with his hands in his hands and said to Wen Heng on the other side: "Fellow Daoist Wen, you strayed into our Nether Realm. This matter needs to be confirmed by Yan Jun and the upper realm before you can go to the upper realm. Now Yan Jun is out, We have to wait for him to come back before making a decision. Please stay in our Yan Luo Hall for the time being, what do you think?"

Wen Heng smiled: "Okay."

Du Ziren: "There are fewer people in the Yan Luo Palace, and Meng Po and Yang Yun drank Meng Po soup and fell unconscious. Now the shortage of manpower is even worse. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wen can help?"

Wen Heng nodded: "Okay!" The tone was quite brisk. If Wen Heng, who Du Ziren originally planned, disagreed with, all the one, two, and three examples he would give would be stuck in his throat, and Du Ziren felt quite frustrated. of.Usually, when he was discussing with the evil spirits, who wouldn't spend a few cups of tea?

Zhao Wenhe smiled and said, "You are a cheerful person, Daoist Wen, you are welcome to stay in our Yan Luo Hall." Across the long table, Zhao Wenhe extended his hand, Wen Heng also extended his hand enthusiastically, and the two shook hands.Wen Heng felt that he was holding a piece of ice, don't these ghost emperors have warmth?

Just do what you say, Wen Heng rolled up his sleeves: "If you need help, just ask, Wen is willing to give it a try." Zhao Wenhe said with a smile: "Don't be so anxious, you just arrived at our Yan Luo Temple, and you have no curiosity. Is it right?" Wen Heng said honestly, "Of course I'm curious." Isn't he just waiting for someone to explain.

Just at this moment, Fan Wujiu came back. As soon as he came back, he saw Ghost Emperor and Po Meng lying on the bench in Yan Luo Palace. He gave Xie Bi'an a wink: "What's wrong?" Xie Bi'an whispered : "Ghost Emperor and Meng Po drank Meng Po soup, and Wen Heng became our colleague." Fan Wujiu's expression froze for a moment, and he realized after a while: "Oh."

Seeing Fan Wujiu come back, Du Ziren pointed to the two people who drank Meng Po soup: "Xiaoheixiaobai, you take them to the room." Hearing Du Ziren's order, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu's faces were about to crack It seemed like an extremely painful thing to do.

Xie Bi'an pointed at Po Meng: "I will carry Po Meng, you will carry the Ghost Emperor?" I don't want to carry the thin Yang Yun.

Just as he was talking, Wen Heng had already stood up. He hung the begging stick around his waist, carried Granny Meng to his shoulder with one hand, and carried Yang Yun's belt with the other, lifting him up like a sack .Wen Heng asked gently: "Where are the two people's rooms?"

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu stood beside them and clapped their hands: "Amazing!" Wen Heng was at a loss, as a monk, which one is not powerful?Just carrying two people, is that amazing?The people in the nether world are too weak.Wen Heng smiled: "It's nothing more than a little effort."

Xie Bi'an hurriedly led the way: "I'll lead the way, just follow me." The others in Yan Luodian just watched Wen Heng carrying the two of them turn left and right and out of sight.Du Ziren asked Zhao Wenhe, "Wen Heng is a bit too capable, what do you think?" Zhao Wenhe said Wenhe, "Isn't that great? We have a powerful helper, so we can relax a bit."

Du Ziren sighed: "Originally we had nine ghost emperors, but now there are only four left. Yan Jun rarely comes back, and now there are only three of the original five realms under the Nether Realm. I don't know who he is." Fate or robbery." Zhao Wenhe said: "Why bother so much? Just let nature take its course. There are not many people who can lift Luofeng Mountain with their bare hands."

No wonder Xie Bi'an and the others are unwilling to carry Yang Yun. Yang Yun is the ghost emperor of the north, and Luo Feng Mountain is his realm. Only by incarnating as Luo Feng Mountain can he frighten those wandering ghosts. His weight is Luo Feng Mountain.During a fight, Yang Yun could kill a large number of ghosts with one butt. All the ghost emperors are of such heavyweights. In the entire Netherworld, no one except Yan Jun should be able to bring down a ghost emperor so easily.

Just as Wen Heng came back, Xie Bi'an followed behind him with stars in his eyes.

Wen Heng got his own room on the first day when he came to Yan Luodian.Next to it is the room of the ghost emperor Zhao Wenhe. Speaking of which, the ghost emperors have taken good care of him.His room has a good view, as soon as he opens the window, he can see the river not far away. This river is called Wangchuan, and the two sides of the river are full of bright red amaryllis flowers in full bloom.From time to time, dots of phosphorous fire rise from the amaryllis, which is blue and blue, quite spectacular.

He stood by the window and looked at the scenery for a while, then sighed regretfully. This scenery really wants Wushang to see it. Although there are photo stones that can record such scenery, it is still different from being there.Wen Heng breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down his thoughts.As soon as he ascended, Heavenly Dao sent him to the Nether Realm. From the conversation between the ghost emperor and the others, we can know that the Nether Realm does not belong to the 33 Realms of the Upper Realm, but is inseparable from the 33 Realms.

He scratched his cheek, and let it be at ease once he came, there are many secrets in the nether world that can be slowly discovered.Building a good relationship here might help him a lot in the future.

Wen Heng flipped through the storage bag and found a jinwu wooden box.Opening the box, he took out the luminous pearl in the box, and the luminous pearl rose to the top of the desk under the influence of aura.He misses Lian Wushang, he wants to write a letter to Lian Wushang!

As soon as he ascended, he was separated from the main force, lost his Taoist companion, lost his disciples and fellow Taoists.But he is not worried about this group of people. The other 99 people who ascended with him are all elites. If they ascend to the upper world, they will definitely live better than him.

Although he is not worried about them, Wen Heng will miss them, especially his Taoist partner Lian Wushang.How long has it been since we parted, and Wen Heng began to miss it.It was really hit by his little disciple, thinking about it three times a day, especially at sunset, Lian Wushang's smile would appear in Wen Heng's eyes.

Zhao Wenhe knocked on the door: "Fellow Daoist Wen, can I come in?" As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened automatically.Wen Heng stood up and cupped his hands towards Zhao Wenhe: "Ghost Emperor."

He had just learned that Yang Yun, Zhao Wenhe, and Du Ziren were all ghost emperors in the Netherworld, each in charge of several areas.Among them, Yang Yun is the ghost emperor of the north, who ruled 'Luofeng Mountain'; Zhao Wenhe was the ghost emperor of the west, who ruled 'Luofu Mountain'; Du Ziren was the ghost emperor of the south, who ruled 'Luofu Mountain'. Cai Yulei, under the rule of 'Taozhishan'.

It is said that a long time ago, there were nine ghost emperors here, but time has passed, and now there are only four left.

Zhao Wenhe held a booklet in his hand: "I'll record some things so that I can make a ghost seal for you." The ghost seal is similar to an identity document in the lower realm. If Wen Heng wants to walk in the Netherworld or the upper realm in the future, this is indispensable. .

Wen Heng asked Zhao Wenhe to sit down politely, and warmly poured him a cup of tea.These are all brought up from the lower realms, and they eat a little less, but in order to build a good relationship, Wen Heng will not be stingy at all.He also took out several plates of refreshments and put them all on the table.

Zhao Wenhe squinted his eyes: "You Daoist Wen lived a fairy life in the lower realm." He hadn't been enshrined for a long time, and smelling the aroma of pastries, Zhao Wenhe took a deep breath: "I'm so envious."

Wen Heng has long seen that this group of people are living a hard life. If they could enjoy offerings in the past, now there are so many gods and Buddhas in the sky, there are too few people who can worship them.Without incense, this group of gods who used to be in charge of the nether world can only tighten their belts to live.

Zhao Wenhe took a golden bite: "This little pastry looks very unique." He took a sip and his eyes widened: "Not bad!" Delicious.Wen Heng smiled and said, "Eat more if it tastes good."

Zhao Wenhe was really rude, looking at Si Siwenwen alone, he actually finished several plates of pastries with tea.Zhao Wenhe was satisfied: "The aura is rich, the taste is delicious and sweet, the best in the world. No, no, even in the upper world, this can be regarded as the best. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wen could make dim sum, which is very rare."

As he spoke, Zhao Wenhe wrote the first sentence on the materials he brought: he is good at cooking.

Wen Heng was hesitant to say anything, he didn't know how to make pastries, these are all filial piety to him by his disciples.Fearing that he would be bullied and not have enough to eat after he went to heaven, the little disciple Yun Qing spent several months preparing ascension gift packages for every ascension monk, especially Wen Heng and his disciples, who enjoyed the Yun-style small stove, Their spree is three times that of others.Wen Heng's storage bag is full of all kinds of food.If there is no accident, Wen Heng can eat for 100 years by himself.

As for Wen Heng himself?Hehe, if he cooks, Xuantianzong will explode.

Zhao Wenhe began to ask Wen Heng: "What did fellow Daoist Wen do before he ascended?" Wen Heng said implicitly, "I'm the head of the Xuantian Sect." Zhao Wenhe pondered for a moment: "Friend Daoist Wen, those who can ascend are all leaders. If you go to the Upper Realm, any one you pick will be the head of the sect or an elder, no matter how bad it is, you will be a prince or noble. Don’t write about this, right?”

Well, the title isn't loud enough.I think back in the world of Yuling, when Xuantianzong was mentioned, no one knew about it.But in the upper realm, no one knows what Xuantianzong is.

Zhao Wenhe was bought by the pastry, and he reminded: "Fellow Daoist Wen, why not tell me, what are you good at in the lower realm? Arrays? Talismans? Alchemy? Swordsmanship? Magic?" Zhao Wenhe asked several times in a row, and Wen Heng asked Shaking his head in shame.

I am ashamed to say that he, the suzerain of the Xuantian sect, really did not make any contribution to the construction and development of the sect. It is the greatest help that he does not cause trouble for his disciples.

Zhao Wenhe tried to persuade: "Well, tell me, what do you do most often on weekdays?"

Wen Heng thought for a while: "Plant a tree." He planted a tripod tree, the roots of which spread across several realms.Zhao Wenhe nodded: "Wen Daoyou Mu Linggen has more advantages than ordinary people in planting." Zhao Wenhe wrote the second line on the information: he is good at planting spiritual plants.

Wen Heng felt that although this was a bit weird, it was also true.Daomu is also a spiritual plant, that's right.He raised a dao tree, which was worth thousands of acres of others!

Zhao Wenhe also asked: "Apart from this? Do you have any hobbies?"

Wen Heng thought for a while: "Raise chickens." It's not right to say that, in fact, the chickens are raising him.Zhao Wenhe was serious: "Keeping chickens? Chickens are also spirit birds. You mean you can raise spirit beasts?"

Wen Heng waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I only know how to raise chickens. Ah, I also raise a cat." Zhao Wenhe wrote: he is good at raising spirit beasts.

The author has something to say:

Zhao Wenhe: Wen Heng, a newcomer, is good at cooking, raising spirit plants and raising spirit beasts.

Wen Heng smiled without saying a word.

In fact, everyone knows that he is only good at crow's mouth.Today's master, while pretending to be online, drank Meng Po soup and was safe, and even killed the ghost emperor.I think it must be because Master's head is empty and he doesn't remember much.

Here I borrowed the names of the legendary ghost emperors. For a named Fei, I think the names of the old people are very nice.