"Brother Zhang, please come this way."
Taoist Qiu led Zhang San through a long and narrow corridor towards the bottom of Huyang Mountain.
"A few days ago, a mountain crack occurred in Huyang Mountain, and a few dead souls escaped, almost causing trouble.
Fortunately, there was a spare underground palace at the bottom of the mountain, which was moved underground in time.
Brother Meng has told me that I will wait for you to find your relatives.
I will release all the dead souls, and from now on, there will be no more Huyang Temple.”
Zhang San followed Taoist Qiu with a cold face.
Several times, he wanted to slap the Taoist named Qiu to death.
Taoist Qiu seemed to have guessed Zhang San's thoughts and sighed: "Over the years, I have been in charge of Shifangtang.
I have gone out to perform many tasks and done many bad things, but things like sucking people's souls are...
I haven't done anything.
After Brother Meng rescued Quanzi, I have no worries anymore.
I just want to atone for my sins and live out my life.
If Brother Zhang is angry, he can help me get rid of it.
I am willing to bear it. " Zhang San's fists were clenched tightly: "The person who led this matter is still alive."
Taoist Qiu shook his head: "Monarch Mo once entrusted an elder named Shen to take charge of this matter, and he never authorized him to harm living people.
Catching the souls of the dead is already against the will of heaven for Monarch Mo, but Elder Shen Zhang was a little eager for quick success and felt that it would be troublesome to look for dead souls everywhere, and the souls he caught might not be usable, so he and a deacon named Cao reached out to the secular world."
Taoist Qiu paused, thinking about some of the things he had done, such as the female ghost Ayu, who was completely unconscionable.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Evil will be punished.
Elder Shen was bitten to death by thousands of rats, leaving only a pile of bones. , died miserably, and the deacon surnamed Cao was also dismembered and eaten by Huyangguan’s corpse, and the appearance of his death was not pretty.
I may die one day, and I’m afraid I won’t have a good death.”
After turning a section of the corridor, Zhang San asked in a deep voice: "Whoever killed them can't just do it for no reason."
"Brother Zhang wants to thank that person, right?"
Taoist Qiu guessed what Zhang San was thinking, pointed at it, and said with a smile, "Of course it was our brother Meng who did it.
If we want to thank him, we have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise the wine will be drunk.
It’s going to be drank up.”
Zhang San's fist quietly unclenched, a look of relief appeared on his face, and he whispered in his heart: "Meng Fan, I owe you more and more favors.
Even marrying an octopus to you is not enough to repay."
The two of them walked for a while, and the space in front of them suddenly opened up.
A circular underground palace about five stories high and hundreds of meters in diameter appeared in front of them.
The underground palace was surrounded by countless small stone chambers.
Able to accommodate one or two people, most of these stone chambers are covered with golden charms, exuding a kind of confining power.
I don’t know how the people of Huyang Temple built such a huge underground world quietly in the first place.
It was definitely not a day’s work.
Taoist Qiu took the lead and walked into the huge underground palace.
The sound of his footsteps was suddenly amplified by the underground palace and sounded a little hollow.
He pointed at the stone chambers and said: "Most of these stone chambers are empty now.
Zhigui was almost completely lost in the Ziqi Incident. , the remaining dozens were destroyed by me, Most of the items stored in the stone chamber now are defective products and will be destroyed later.
After all, Brother Meng has told me that this matter must be handled quickly, and in the stone chamber on this side, the souls of the dead are confined, and so on.
Brother has found his relatives, I will let these dead souls go."
Taoist Qiu pointed to the stone chamber on his right and glanced over, his expression a little heavy.
Zhang San stood in front of those stone chambers, stared at it for a moment, took out a silk scarf from his body, held it in front of him with trembling hands, took a deep sniff, and murmured: "Qing'er, here comes your good-for-nothing husband.
Picked you up and took you home.”
After saying that, he threw up the silk scarf and made a finger.
The silk scarf suddenly burned and turned into a wisp of smoke, floating in front of countless stone chambers, without stopping for a long time, as if he was looking for something but to no avail.
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Seeing this, Zhang San's expression turned bad.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.
He increased the power of the spell and the green smoke continued to fly for a moment before blending into a stone chamber and disappearing.
"Sure enough, I found it here."
With a look of ecstasy on Zhang San's face, he flew toward the stone room, smashed the stone door with his palm, and threw himself in.
I saw a female soul dressed in white, floating quietly somewhere, with her eyes closed tightly, her long hair floating gently, her figure slender and enchanting, and her face extremely beautiful.
It was obvious that she must have been a stunning beauty during her lifetime.
Zhang San looked at the female soul in white, her body was trembling, and her expression was in a trance, as if she had returned to the time when he first met her.
On that day, Zhang San had just joined the Jingming Sect for a year and went to deliver something to an elder named Lu.
In front of Elder Lu's house, he saw a pretty girl making a kite by herself.
Zhang San then stepped forward and asked, "Is Elder Lu here?"
The girl raised her beautiful eyes to look at him, and said with a sweet smile: "You help me tie up this kite, and I will tell you if it can still fly into the sky."
Zhang San had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
The girl was fascinated by the look.
He squatted there and helped the girl tie up the kite with a naive smile.
His hands were still very skillful before, and they were definitely not as unbearable as the paper man.
He quickly helped the girl to pierce a falcon, which looked quite handsome and mighty.
The girl's beautiful eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "I can't tell, but you are quite powerful.
Now let's put it in the sky."
After saying that, he handed over a ball of rope with his white hands.
When Zhang San took it, he accidentally touched the girl's finger.
It was soft, warm, and really comfortable.
He looked at the girl with a blushing face.
But the girl pursed her delicate lips and glared at him: "I'm not a kite, look at what I do."
Zhang San smiled in surprise and strung the kite.
In the windless weather, Leng ran all the way and pulled the kite up into the sky.
Seeing Zhang San sweating profusely and looking silly, the girl covered her mouth and laughed. , laughed so hard that Zhang San scratched his head shyly, then ran back dragging the kite and handed the string to the girl: "You fly it."
Perhaps because he was afraid of touching the girl's hand again, Zhang San let go a little early, and the girl didn't catch him.
The kite lost its traction, so he took the string and plunged down the mountain into the mountain stream where endless water vapor was steaming.
When the girl saw this , stamped his feet angrily, the two soft balls on his chest beat, making Zhang San dizzy, and cried: "It's all your fault, the kite is gone."
Zhang San didn't say anything.
As if he was stunned, he used his low-level cultivation skills and actually jumped into the mountain stream and disappeared.
His reckless behavior shocked the girl.
She hurried to the edge of the mountain stream and looked down.
She found that Zhang San was falling rapidly, hitting the cliff wall hard from time to time, and being bounced up again.
There was a constant sound, like a ball being thrown down.
The girl cried as she looked at it: "It's so stupid, you will die."
Zhang San was not dead, and finally climbed up with blood on his face, put the intact kite into the girl's hands, looked at the crying girl, and grinned.
"My name is Zhang San, they all call me San'er, what about you?"
"My name is Lu Qing'er, fool."
That day, the girl finally flew the kite into the sky In the underground palace at the foot of Huyang Mountain, Zhang San, who jumped down the mountain stream and almost fell to death without saying a word, looked at Qing'er's soul and burst into tears.
He stretched out his trembling hands, held Qing'er in his arms, and cried.
A voice: "My wife and San'er are going home to fly a kite":