Quick travel god stick demeanor

The high moral level made Zhou Zixuan excellent and also his tragedy.A gentleman lives magnanimously, but he also has to bear much heavier responsibilities and pains than a villain.

"Excuse me, although Mr. Lang feels guilty, he doesn't feel that he is a complete sinner, does he?"

"Correct."

"This is because you have done nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong with saving people, and there is nothing wrong with taking revenge." Xie Ange said slowly. From his point of view, it is not Zhou Zixuan's fault that he is handsome and admired by others. He is wrong. I don't know people clearly, and I can't protect my family.However, who is young and not blind?

If it is wrong to be too good, then the world will almost come to an end.The three views burst, and the end of the world is not enough to describe this tragic situation.

However, now Zhou Zixuan doesn't need such a poisonous chicken soup, what he needs is a solution that can make him let go.Perhaps, he needs an eminent monk more than a fledgling Taoist priest.

Taoist youths like me don't have such troubles at all, they can be cured by doing nothing, and Taoism follows nature.If you have grudges and revenge, if you have complaints and complaints, just let nature take its course and be clear of your heart.

Xie Ange spread his thoughts endlessly, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "But, you also feel that without you, maybe everyone would not die, right? I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me."

"Yes, the Taoist priest is wise."

"Whether you are guilty or not, I am an outsider, so I have no way of judging. Why don't you ask the person involved?" Xie Ange's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face was suddenly full of mystery, but every word was full of temptation. Bewitching.

In fact, he is also very curious.

Innocent ladies, do you complain?Do you hate it?

Zhou Zixuan is young and strong, knowledgeable, benevolent, and has been in touch with related matters, so he can better understand this kind of supernatural behavior. Xie Ange hopes that before the new land god takes office, let him take over as the land god to avoid trouble.

In this world, where there is no protection from gods, it is easy to be targeted by evil spirits.And the Heavenly Court did not give a response. One day in the sky, one year on the ground. When the Heavenly Court reacted, they didn't know that the Year of the Monkey would be over.Although Xie Ange also asked the City God to pay more attention to Qingshi Town, but the county magistrate is not as good as the current one, and it is better for Qingshi Town to have its own land god.

At such a critical juncture, guilt cannot destroy Zhou Zixuan.

Hearing Xie Ange's words, Zhou Zixuan's breathing was obviously stagnant. He clenched his fists on his legs and asked cautiously, "Is this okay?"

Xie Ange comforted him with a smile: "It's ok. You're not too old, ladies should drink Meng Po soup before crossing the Naihe Bridge."

Zhou Zixuan trembled all over, bowed deeply to the young Taoist priest, and said very solemnly: "Please help the Taoist priest, I am very grateful."

In summer, the sun is shining brightly, and the garden of green leaves is quiet and self-sufficient. A few gardenias are inserted in the blue and white porcelain long-necked vase by the wall. The white flowers and green leaves are fragrant, and they are extraordinarily elegant and elegant.

Xie Ange twirled a violet soul-crossing incense, handed it to Zhou Zixuan, and said, "Light this incense before going to bed, and the old man will meet you naturally."

After a pause, he said seriously: "Remember! The dead cannot live, the dead cannot return, and people and ghosts have different paths. No matter what, you can't keep them. You must wake up before dawn. Do you understand?" Xie Ange's face showed a serious expression.

Seeing this, Zhou Zixuan didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly said solemnly: "Yes, it will definitely not violate what the Taoist priest said."

Xie Ange nodded, the abacus in his heart was crackling, his face was solemn and solemn, and he drifted away like an exile.

Smelling the soul-stirring fragrance of Du Hun Xiang, Zhou Zixuan shuddered, and after recovering, his expression was filled with tenderness under the interlacing of light and shadow, and he carefully inserted Du Hun Xiang into the incense burner beside the bed.

When the willows were on the top of the moon, Zhou Zixuan had just had dinner with his son, and when he came back to wash in a hurry, he personally lit the Soul Crossing Incense and lay down on the bed.He was not sleeping soundly, his eyelashes fluttering constantly.

Soon, when purple smoke rose from the incense burner, the smoke rolled up Zhou Zixuan as if consciously.

He could no longer think about how he would go to sleep.

In a drowsy state, Zhou Zixuan found himself standing up, his clothes were hazy, with blurred lines, and glowing purple.Purple smoke wrapped around his wrist, as if trying to pull him away.He subconsciously looked at the bed, a man was sleeping deeply.Zhou Zixuan touched his face, there was no feeling, no substance.

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Zixuan understood what was going on, he laughed, his soul wandered, and he left home and went to the underworld following the direction pointed by Zi Yan.

Along the way, Zhou Zixuan saw a lot of ghost messengers carrying killing power sticks and soul arresting chains, driving groups of ghosts to the underworld, including men, women, old and young, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

Some souls glow with a faint white or golden light, like fireflies, very beautiful, and the light is also strong and weak.Some souls have an ominous red light, some are dark, and more are gray.

However, no matter rich or poor, high or low, in the eyes of ghost messengers, there seems to be no difference.

It turns out that this is what people look like after they die.

Zhou Zixuan looked at this mysterious and strange world curiously, and sighed.

Everything during the day, under the cover of night, has a different meaning, as if covered with a veil, making it difficult for people to see the truth.And the human nature at this time is extraordinarily presumptuous and real.

When passing by a big family, a gray-faced ghost messenger shook the book in his hand and read: "Wang Dagou, he was unrighteous, dishonest in business, unfilial in his son, and his life was reduced by 32 years. It's the third quarter of the ugly day of the first lunar month."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost guard next to him flicked the soul-detaining chain in his hand, and detained a round soul, and immediately loosened his arms around the concubine's body, and stopped breathing.

After that Gunyuan realized what had happened, he refused to leave desperately, crying and howling: "My lord, grandpa ghost! There are old people on the small ones, and young ones on the bottom, so you can't go!"

Ghost messengers have seen such people a lot. They didn't accumulate virtue in life, and they didn't want to leave after death.

The ghost messenger who read the books sneered, "Don't take care of your parents, don't treat your wretched wife kindly, and don't raise your daughters. Is this also called the old and the young?"

The wailing stopped suddenly and fell into an embarrassing silence.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed round soul pointed at Zhou Zixuan and shouted, "Grandpa Guicha, look! There is a lonely ghost! Hurry up and catch him!"

A group of ghosts and ghosts turned their heads slowly, and there was a tooth-piercing sound.

Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Zhou Zixuan also froze.

The ghost messengers bit their ears and whispered a few times.

"There is purple light all over his body, this person has a lot of background!"

"Idiot, this is a living soul!"

"!!!"

"The living soul is separated from the body, this... is going to die!"

"Hey, if someone's guess is correct, this is Du Hunxiang."

"Hiss!" The other ghosts almost gasped.

After a while, the ghost messenger who read the books came over and said with a smile: "I don't know who you are, what's the matter?"

Zhou Zixuan's heart moved slightly, and he followed Ziyan, which was too slow. Seeing his polite appearance, maybe we can ask him to lead the way?

So he also smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Next Zhou Zixuan, I want to go to the underworld to meet my old friend."

"So that's how it is. I'm going back soon. Why don't I go with you, so I can have someone to take care of me?"

"That's work."

When he saw who the round soul was, the smile on Zhou Zixuan's face gradually faded: "Uncle Wang."

"Nephew Zhou." Wang Dagou smiled cheekily. When he saw that ghost was so polite, he had an ominous premonition. He only hoped that his nephew would not care so much.

He shrank back: "Unexpectedly, nephew, you are so young, and... well, how sad your father would be if he found out. Uncle's eyes are not good, just now he thought it was the medicine jar next door."

There is a sick young man next door to Wang Dagou, and he has walked through the ghost gate several times. If he said this in the past, Zhou Zixuan would have believed it, but the words of the ghost messenger just now still ring in his ears.

He couldn't believe it.

"Don't worry about it, Uncle, A Tu is not talented, and there is still a son Cheng Huan at his knees." Zhou Zixuan said politely and distantly.

A childless person panicked when he heard the news, and couldn't care about Zhou Zixuan anymore.

With the guidance of ghost messengers, everyone soon arrived in the underworld.

There is no sun, moon and stars here, only boundless darkness, will-o'-the-wisps, candlelight and endless ghosts all the way.

As soon as he arrived at the ghost gate, Bai Wuchang took Zhou Zixuan away.

"Mother, Hui Niang!" Zhou Zixuan could no longer maintain his composure and shouted excitedly.

"Atu, mother's Atu." The older ghost rushed over, pulling him and asking questions, "Atu, why are you here? Didn't that female ghost harm you?"

Before Zhou Zixuan could say anything, she lamented, "What a crime!"

"No, no! Mom, I'm not dead!"

"What's the matter?"

"Mother." Zhou Zixuan was a little helpless, "A Taoist priest came up from the town, he exorcised the ghost, everything is fine, it's fine, don't worry."

While comforting his mother, he looked at his wife dreamily.

"Hui Niang!"

"Officer." Hui Niang replied with a smile.

The ladies also asked about their family members in the world.

Everyone talked about the past for a while, and Zhou Zixuan told the things in this world one by one.

In the end, Zhou Zixuan took a step back and bowed deeply: "I was the one who couldn't help you, I didn't know people clearly, and caused you to lose your life. I'm sorry!"

"Atu, it's not your fault, mother doesn't blame you." Zhou Zixuan's mother cried.

The ladies received his gift and looked at each other. The leading lady smiled and said, "Your Majesty is so righteous, you have worked so hard to avenge us. If there is an afterlife—"

All the ladies said in unison: "I wish to be a gentleman's wife."

Zhou Zixuan was shocked: "Don't talk nonsense, I have a wife!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Bai Wuchang came, and said coldly: "Hurry up, the cock is crowing."

On the horizon of the mortal world, fish belly gradually appeared.

Zhou Zixuan looked at his mother and wife reluctantly, unwilling to leave.

Hui Niang said: "If there is an afterlife, I would like to continue the previous relationship." After finishing speaking, she helped her mother-in-law to turn around and left without looking back.

Zhou Zixuan had no choice but to leave in pain.

After walking far away, his mother gently patted the back of Hui Niang's hand: "You are destined, and we will meet again in the next life."