Chapter 299: Back to the other shore

Chenghuang Temple, Yinsi Yamen, local officials from various places in the Netherworld, and temples throughout the world are enshrined, accepting souls to reincarnate in the underworld.
Probably, the city gods, mountain gods, and land are all the official positions of the immortal family, belonging to the smallest gods in the three realms of heaven and earth.
Yang Jian rushed to the underground palace and found a small Chenghuang Temple nearby.
In fact, we should not say
not big
, but
narrow
. The Chenghuang Temple here is only a half-foot-tall small temple. There is a low statue of the old man inside. It is enshrined at the entrance of the street. Many mortals burn incense here.
Yang Jian walked to the Chenghuang Temple and took a step forward, turning his body into a streamer and plunged into the Chenghuang Temple.
Unexpectedly, this unpopular Chenghuang Temple also has the universe inside. It is actually a large courtyard covered by fog. There is a main hall and two side halls. Big ghosts and small ghosts are in groups, and from time to time there are ghosts who the souls of the dead. Enter the courtyard and go to the main hall on the left.
Seeing this, Yang Jian walked straight to the side hall.
The ghost servants in the courtyard looked together, they were stunned for a while, they didn't know when a big living person appeared.
It’s also to blame Yang Jian for not revealing his own aura, a group of ghosts rushed up with the chain, and a big green-faced ghost shouted: "Another foolish ghost came to the door by himself! It saves us a lot of effort! Take it!"
Several little ghosts dressed in black rushed forward together, Yang Jian frowned slightly, but his body flashed with an immortal light on his own.
An inexplicable power spread over him, not from his strength, but from his title.
Marshal of Heaven, Erlang shows the holy king.
Suddenly, there was a jingle in the compound, and the ghosts knelt on the ground and trembled, lest they would be directly extinguished by the fairy light on Yang Jian.
These ghosts are stronger than the mortal souls, and ordinary monks are not as good.
"Shangxian spare your life! Shangxian spare your life!"
Yang Jian didn't bother about these ghosts, and went straight to the side hall, looking for a way to the underworld.
He had just walked a few steps, and an old man in brocade rushed out of the main hall, and said to Yang Jian for a while, "I don't know if the immortal is coming, the little deserves a thousand death! The sin deserves a thousand death!"
"Where is the netherworld?"
"what?"
"I'm asking, where can I go to the underworld."
Yang Jian tried his best not to be too anxious, so as not to frighten the old city god; the city is the magistrate of the underworld, and cultivation is not easy, so he doesn't have to embarrass them too much.
However, Chenghuang did not dare to let Yang Jian into the underground palace casually, and asked with a trembling voice: "The little is brave, may I ask the immortal name, what to do in the underground palace..."
"Yang Jian, Tianting Marshal, go to the underground palace... to visit friends."
"Yang!" The old man of Chenghuang raised his head and looked carefully at Yang Jian's front. He knelt on the ground as soon as his legs were soft, "I don't know if the true monarch is coming, the sin deserves a million death, and the sin deserves a million death!"
He died 40,000 times this while.
With patience, Yang Jian grabbed the golden talisman given by Empress Nuwa and urged: "Hurry up and lead the way."
"True gentleman, please!"
Cheng Huang also saw that Yang Jian was in a hurry and rushed towards the main hall; Yang Jian turned at his feet and followed directly.
In the Netherworld Well in the Chenghuang Temple, plunge into the Three Ways of the River.
"Master Zhenjun, this is the well..."
"Thank you!"
Yang Jian saw the well that led directly to the underworld, and jumped into it without saying a word. The pale yellow robe made a sound of hunting and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chenghuang stood by the mouth of the well speechless for a long time, and the ghost next to him asked if he could cast his soul into the well, but he scolded him back.
"Death to life! This well was skipped by True Monarch, how can I jump into the ghost now!"
"Then, my lord, can't we handle this problem?"
"Of course! Wait for an hour!" Chenghuang waved his hand, and hundreds of souls could also miss this mundane a little more.
Besides, Yang Jian jumped into the Nether Well, and then he could turn his head and feet into his head, directly imperial cosmic escape, flashing continuously in this dark passage.
Not long after, Yang Jian began to cross the falling souls one by one, and he didn't know how thick the wild land was. Yang Jian walked forward for a time of incense before rushing past a bleak yellow light curtain.
As soon as the light curtain came out, a few lightning bolts slashed down diagonally in front of him, and the biting cold wind came across, and the front was suddenly wide.
Netherworld!
The vastness and darkness, this is Yang Jian's first impression of the Netherworld.
He was in front of a cliff, and after the cliff, there were many cave openings. From a distance, they looked like a honeycomb. Numerous souls overflowed from the cave openings and floated to the river flowing under the cliff.
There are rows of canoes drifting along the river, and a lantern is hung on the canoes. The souls flying out of the cliff will fall into the canoes and sit on their own, swaying and moving slowly.
Ghost chase patrols everywhere on the river bank, and there are many figures in black robes patrolling the low sky that can be touched by raising their hands.
This big river should be Santuhe.
Yang Jian didn't want to be troubled, his figure flew directly to a ghost patrolling in the air, until he flew close, he attracted the ghost's eyes.
"Huh?" Guicai gave a startled suspicion, and could see the faint light emanating from Yang Jian.
"I don't know which fairy descended?"
When Yang Jian reported to his family, the ghost chaser was surprised and hurriedly greeted his colleagues to bow forward.
Yang Jian said directly: "Take me to the place of six reincarnations. If you can't be the master, then take me to find someone who can take me to the six reincarnations!"
"This...yes," Gui Chai didn't dare to be careless, and quickly reported to Yin Division.
Yang Jian waited on the spot, looked at the golden talisman in his hand, put the golden talisman in the belt of the mysterious turtle, and began to wonder if it would be harmful to the Empress Houtu if he did this.
Sage Nuwa wants to accept the Dao Guo of Houtu Empress as an apprentice?
This matter is a bit too strange.
Putting aside other mentions, Empress Nuwa is from a monster clan, while Empress Houtu is from a witch clan. Lich fighting together is a hatred greater than monsters and humans.
Yang Jian couldn't really guess the saint's calculations.
The efficiency of the Yinsiyamen is really good. Yang Jian hasn't figured out what's going on here yet. A middle-aged scribe who had vaguely seen him broke through the air and saw him in the distance.
Yang Jian repaid the gift and walked forward.
"True Monarch, this is King Qin Guang, the first hall of Yama in our prefecture."
When Yang Jian remembered the Heavenly Court, Yan Luoqi of the Ten Temples played together, begging to excuse himself, and then proceeded with an extra salute, "Thank you Yan Jun for helping me that day. I dare not forget this love."
"True monarch is too polite," Qin Guangwang was very gentle and gave a polite, like a gentle scholar.
I listened to King Qin Guang’s remark: "I was judged in the temple, and I was ordered to take the true monarch to the land of the six reincarnations. I still don’t know where the true monarch is. I didn’t expect to listen to my subordinates. Entered the underworld."
Yang Jian sighed softly, "Lao Yan Jun."
"Please," King Qin Guang attracted a black cloud and left Santuhe, driving Yang Jian to the center of the Netherworld.
Along the way, Yang Jian saw many cliffs, and it was also common to see the winding Santu River.
King Qin Guang didn't ask why Yang Jian came, but only introduced various places in the Netherworld.
As soon as he flew to the center of the Netherworld, Yang Jian suddenly saw the ghost soldiers and ghosts all over the mountains, frowning and asked: "Netherworld is also having war?"
"Hahaha, the true monarch laughed," King Qin Guang sighed, "Where can peace be in the Three Realms? The Netherworld was opened on the sea of ​​blood. The Asuras in the sea of ​​blood have never lived in peace, and now there are more Westerners. A force that teaches is also eroding the Netherworld, both openly and secretly~EbookFREE.me~Western teaching?
"So that's it," Yang Jian nodded slightly, "If the underworld war is in a hurry, you can send a letter to Meishan where I can fight."
"True Monarch's kindness, I can't be thankful enough," King Qin Guang thanked him, "There are also Sifang ghost emperors in the underworld, but they are actually quite stable. If the war is in a hurry, you can directly ask the heavens for help, and the heavens will definitely not let the Netherworld. Be controlled by others."
"That's right," Yang Jian nodded, and suddenly saw ten halls faintly lined up in a large array in the sky of the Netherworld ahead, floating up and down in the billowing ghost air.
The ten halls are linked into a circle with extremely strong iron chains.
Just above the center of the circle, there was a colorful cloud of clouds, and countless souls rose on the ground and flew into the cloud.
King Qin Guang pointed to that Xiayun and said with a smile: "There are six reincarnation discs."
There was a slight shock in Yang Jian's heart, and his forehead was slightly heated, as if something was about to arch out.
King Qin Guang stopped above the Yan Luo Temple, and said: "The true monarch is going to go by himself. I have to go back to handle official duties, so I won't be with him."
The implication was that he trusted Yang Jian very much and was not wary of it.
Yang Jian thanked him again and again, and King Qin Guang quit, and when Yang Jian just wanted to fly to the sky, a breeze blows down from the sky, Yang Jian felt in his heart, swaying with the wind, and falling with the wind to the land of the Netherworld.
The light and shadow in front of him shook gently.
Yang Jian was in a trance. When he returned to his senses, he was already in a riverside full of small white flowers.
The pleasant humming sound came with the wind, accompanied by some fragrance of flowers. Yang Jian turned his head and saw the woman in white sitting by the river.
Just like when she left five hundred years ago, as if years have forgotten this place, and she, since ancient times, has never changed...