Devil's Spiritual Book

Hades could not sleep for two days and nights.

For half a month in the realm, his mood was ups and downs, mixed with sorrow and joy, just because two major events happened in the underworld recently.

One: The grand ceremony of summoning ghosts once every ten thousand years is coming. This is a great joy. After the ceremony, he will be named Yama of the Ten Temples, in charge of thousands of ghosts.Two: Coincidentally, half a month ago, in the [-]th floor of Purgatory, there was a spiritual practice that took shape.

The [-] floors of purgatory gather together the worst and most stubborn resentful spirits in the world.In the previous life, he was the remnant consciousness of a practitioner in the human world. He did not want to go to Mengpo Bridge to reincarnate. He stayed in purgatory and did not leave.

20 years ago, in the [-]th floor of Purgatory, a half-spirit human figure appeared, who was called Guisha at that time, and turned the world upside down.Now this fully cultivated person is the first ghost master and king of all spirits in tens of thousands of years.

Hades retreated for ten days, but he couldn't figure out whether this ghost master was formed by a single spiritual practitioner, or tens of thousands of spiritual practitioners.

But there is one thing, he is sure, no matter how this ghost master takes shape, that character must be violent and capricious, not a master to be trifled with.

Half a month ago, he sent a hundred ghosts down to the eighteenth floor of Purgatory to greet this old ancestor, but they all went without returning.

If the old ancestor can't be appeased, his hat is not guaranteed to be small, and the old ancestor goes out to do evil, and the land is not guaranteed to be a big deal.

Just when Hades was at a loss, tens of thousands of ghosts gathered their wisdom and finally thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.

That is - coax.

Make this ancestor happy, and send people to tell him the strange things in this underworld every day, so that the ancestor will not think about getting out of the eighteenth floor of purgatory.

Wu Jiu woke up on a thousand-layered lotus fire, opened his eyes, black clouds billowed around him, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and ghost screams were shrill and ear-piercing.He couldn't hear these voices, so he yelled loudly, and the [-]th floor of purgatory instantly became quiet, and there was no more sound.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people who claimed to be Guichang appeared and called him the ghost master.When those ghosts pass by the fire, their faces are distorted, or they are wiped out in ashes, but Wu Jiu who sleeps on it every day feels the fire is extremely comfortable.So he knew that he was different.He likes to be quiet, and after devouring a few ghostly souls, he suddenly felt that this thing was disgusting, and what they said was very interesting, so he showed mercy and kept them all.

Until half a month later, a steady stream of rare treasures and ghosts came to the door. These ghosts were sweet and told him some strange things every day. He liked these ghosts more and more. He kept people behind and listened to stories every day. Started to live a leisurely life.

After only ten days, he felt that those stories were no longer fresh.

"Every day you talk about the life of those undead, and those undead come from the human world." Wu Jiu raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said with a smile, "The human world seems to be an interesting place."

This is the first sentence Wu Jiu said, the serving ghost Chang was scared out of his wits, knowing that he had become interested in the human world, all the ghosts looked at each other, trembling for a while, only one person mustered up his courage, shook his head and responded: " Ghost Lord, on the contrary, the human world is a place full of sins, and it is not interesting. And people in our realm cannot enter and leave the human world at will."

Our ghost master sneered and said: "In this world, there is no place that this deity cannot go to."

Guicha had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Fortunately, in the ghost room where he was serving that day, someone told a story that Wu Jiu had never heard before, at least it coaxed the ghost master and stopped him from going to the human world.

It's a pity that things in the world are impermanent. After half a month, a living soul was mixed into the eighteenth floor of purgatory for some reason.This living soul has no consciousness, just like a walking dead.And that day, because of the negligence of the serving ghost, he accidentally let the living soul sneak into the ghost master's dormitory. When the ghost master was asleep, he bit the ghost master's left cheek.

That was the first time Wugui was born and knew the feeling of pain.

This ghost master, who has been surrounded by stars since he opened his eyes, was attacked for the first time, and he was furious, shaking the underworld.

When he killed that soul, all the ghosts often saw various complex expressions such as shock, anger, and fear on his face.Afterwards, the living soul was thrown into the ten thousand layers of lotus fire and burned.

On the second day, a ghost messenger accidentally discovered that the living soul not only did not disappear, but escaped.

Half a month in the world, several years in the world

"20 years ago, Immortal Lord Fumiao, the prince of the Celestial Clan, was guarding the Nine Heavens. He ran into Guisha who had cultivated into a half-spirit form. The two had a good chat and became close friends. Entering the world, ignorant and ignorant, not knowing the rules, destroyed the Wangxian Gate from the human world to the heaven, and the demon clan took advantage of the void to enter and attack the heaven.

The Emperor of Heaven was furious, and after exterminating the monsters, he ordered the punishment of the Ghost Shaker to crack the sky and ice. For this, Immortal Fumiao turned against the Emperor of Heaven, lost his position as prince, and was imprisoned at the bottom of the Wangchuan River to endure the most severe fire in the sky. In this life, you will not be able to step out of the Wangchuan River. "

When the storyteller said this, he suddenly burst into praise: "Immortal Fumiao, you are the most compassionate and righteous immortal in the world!"

The guests who listened to the book in the teahouse sighed for a while, feeling unworthy of the ending of the Fumiao Immortal Lord.

"Immortal Fumiao is just pleading for Guisha, why did the Emperor of Heaven punish him like this?" The questioner was a child about six years old, dressed in green clothes, with a jade-colored short sword on his belt. Carved in powder and jade, a pair of eyes are clear and clear, shining like stars.

The child sat at the front, blinking and staring at him curiously.

Mr. Storyteller squinted his eyes, he said hundreds of times about the grievances between Immortal Fumiao and Gui Sha, and every time he made the spectators full of praise, but this was the first time that there was an immortal present.

His tea shop is located in a place called Wuwang City. There is a fairy gate on the mountain called Tianji Pavilion, and thousands of immortals live in it.This monk from the Immortal Sect is extraordinary in both speech and dress. He has been in Hopeless City for a long time, and he can be recognized at a glance. It's just that the immortals of Tianji Pavilion seldom go down the mountain, so they come to him for some reason.

"This fairy is right. Why did the Emperor of Heaven punish Immortal Fumiao? That's because..." When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking, prolonging the end of the sentence, deliberately tantalizing, and the crowd It became lively in an instant, and they all urged him to continue talking. The storyteller's emotions were instantly agitated, and he was spitting all over the place.

"This Immortal Fumiao shouldn't have done anything wrong, but he had evil thoughts and tried to co-exist with the heaven and the earth. In order to prove that all things co-exist, he intends to double cultivate with that ghost. How can the heavens be confused with demons? Let alone being equal. But this Immortal Lord Fumiao, after getting to know Gui Sha, he had this obsession, and because of his obsession, Gui Sha opened the Wangxian Gate, causing the biggest disaster in the world."

Hearing this, the child suddenly lowered his eyes, as if thinking.

Someone asked, "What happened to Guisha?"

The storyteller suddenly sighed, and said regretfully: "Hey, speaking of that Guisha, it's pitiful. After practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, it took half a human figure to offend the heavens, and it was wiped out in ashes."

Another person said: "But didn't you say yesterday that the ghost messenger was cultivated by the evil spirits in purgatory, and he sucked souls for his living. As long as there are souls in the world, he can be immortal?"

"Spiritual cultivation in the underworld is the illusion of the souls of the immortal sects and mountain immortals who cannot be reincarnated after death. Although they have spiritual power in life, they are still mortals. They cannot compete with the heavens. Even if the soul is immortal, it does not know where it is No matter where you go, there will be no more than 10 years, and you will not be able to reincarnate as a human being."

"Nonsense!" There was a sudden reprimand from outside the door, and everyone turned their heads to look, and there was another young man in Tsing Yi, with a refined and gentle appearance, but at this time his face was flushed red with anger, and the hilt of his sword was facing the storyteller, shouting angrily, "How do you, a mortal, know about the affairs of the heavens? Don't confuse the crowd here!"

Although this young man is thin and thin, he has an extraordinary bearing.Immortal cultivators have spiritual power, which is different from ordinary people. When he drank it, everyone was frightened.

Mr. Storyteller was exposed by him in public. Not only was he not angry, but he replied shamelessly: "You fairy, you don't know. The stories I told are all from books. This book is not Ordinary essays, but a heavenly book I accidentally picked up, which records all the major events in the fairy world. It is absolutely true."

As the storyteller spoke, he took out a yellowed book from his pocket, and as soon as he turned two pages, debris flew out.

The young man snorted: "I don't know how to repent! If you dare to talk nonsense in the future, I will destroy your teahouse."

Those spectators were idle and had nothing to do, they wanted to have fun and listened to the story, they didn't take this story seriously, once disturbed by this young man, they lost interest and all dispersed.

The child turned his head and smiled at the young man: "Elder brother."

The young man stepped forward and took his hand, angry and helpless: "Chengyi, didn't I tell you not to run around?"

Min Chengyi scratched his head: "But Brother Xiaochen, you said that no matter where I go, you can find me."

Xiao Chen was even more helpless when he heard the words, but when he found someone, his tone softened a lot: "In half an hour, the mountain gate will be closed, we have to go back quickly, or you will be scolded by Master again."

Min Chengyi let out a groan, and turned his head to look reluctantly at the storybook in Mr. Storyteller's hand.

The storyteller saw that he was interested and that he was a fairy, so he quickly offered the book with both hands respectfully: "I am destined to be a fairy, so I will give you this book."

Xiao Chen flipped the book over with a wave of his hand: "You charlatan, you can fool those mortals, but you still want to fool my little brother?"

Before the words were finished, a ball of cyan true energy overflowed, surrounding the storyteller, and the storyteller's body immediately floated in mid-air.

The storyteller was terrified, and begged for mercy: "Immortal, forgive me, I'm telling the truth, I dare not deceive the immortal."

Min Chengyi pulled La Xiaochen's sleeve: "Senior brother, what this storyteller said is really interesting, so don't make things difficult for him."

Xiao Chen glared at the storyteller, took Min Chengyi's hand, turned his head and left.

Then the storyteller's body fell heavily to the ground.

On the way back to the door, Min Chengyi asked puzzledly: "Brother, why did you say that the storyteller was talking nonsense just now?"

Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks, scratched his nose, and said helplessly: "Little brother, you are young and don't understand the sinister human heart. The storyteller said that the spiritual cultivation in purgatory comes from the souls of my immortal family, and it will destroy our immortal sect." The reputation of the family, I will naturally teach him a lesson."

Min Chengyi nodded half-understood, spread his hands, and stared at Xiao Chen's sleeves: "Brother, I want that script."

Xiao Chen shook his head: "Junior Brother, you can't hear this thing, let alone see it. Master said, your six faculties are not clean, and you can't be influenced by foreign objects, otherwise, you won't be able to practice spells in this life."

"Senior brother said that everything is up to me. But after two days, he regretted it." Min Chengyi curled his lips in grievance, and the corners of his eyes turned red instantly.

Xiao Chen became anxious in an instant: "Junior brother, don't cry, I'll give you the book right now."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly took out the extremely old scriptbook and stuffed it into Min Chengyi's hands.

When he got the storybook as he wished, Min Chengyi smiled instantly: "Thank you, brother."

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly, his little junior brother is the most playful, but he is also very lovable. He has been attached to him since he was a child, and he has nothing to do with him.After going out just now, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. In order to prevent the storyteller from continuing to confuse the public, he returned to the tea shop and confiscated the script.

Xiao was silent for a while, and said solemnly: "Master forbids us to read those miscellaneous scripts. You must hide them after you go back, and don't let the master and other brothers find out."

Min Chengyi nodded: "But Senior Brother Xiaochen, there is something I can't understand."

"What's the matter?"

"Why does Mr. Storyteller say that Immortal Fumiao is born with delusions? In this world, all things can coexist. People also have bad people, and monsters also have good monsters. Why must good and evil have to be opposites?"

Xiao Chen's complexion changed, and he covered his mouth: "Little brother, monsters have been bad since ancient times, and they are incompatible with people and immortals. You should stop talking about this kind of nonsense, or other elders will say that Master is not disciplined properly."

Min Chengyi let out a muffled oh.

The two speeded up their pace and continued on their way.

Min Chengyi stuffed the script into his bosom, and after the script was close to his chest, a red light suddenly flew out, entering his forehead with lightning speed.

Xiao Chen raised his eyes to look at the drowsy sky, and urged: "Junior brother, it's getting dark, we have to go up the mountain quickly, you can go faster."

Before the words fell, there was a loud bang behind him.

Xiaochen turned his head and exclaimed: "Junior Brother!"