Luo Chen led the old Taoist home, but he kept thinking in his heart, how could this old Taoist be so coincidental that he appeared just after his sister was killed?
Could it be him?
"Boy, do you want to find your sister?"
the old man said in a deep voice.
"My sister, isn't my sister already dead?"
Luo Chen said and looked at the old man in surprise.
The old Taoist stopped and said angrily: "Idiot, didn't I tell you that your sister's soul was extracted from her soul by someone?
Either she was trained into a powerful ghost, or her soul was scattered and she became a stepping stone for other people's cultivation."
"Then how can we know if my sister was murdered and her soul is gone?"
Luo Chen asked eagerly.
"That's easy.
I'll take you to the underworld tonight, and go to the judge to read the life and death book.
If your soul is gone, your name will never be on the life and death book again."
The old Taoist curled his lips and said, " you have to remember Bring some underworld paper and a thousand yuan, which is enough to buy a way to the underworld; a candle can illuminate the seven-foot corpse.
Remember not to buy the underworld coins printed randomly on the street, which can easily cost billions or tens of billions.
This thing is worse than toilet paper in Hades.”
Luo Chen didn't speak, just looked at the old Taoist quietly, waiting for him to continue.
The old Taoist glanced at Luo Chen and continued: "Use good yellow mounting paper to fold it into the shape of an ingot.
Each ingot should weigh one, two or three cents.
Not one cent more, not one cent less.
Hurry up.
Go back quickly, I want to prepare the magic weapon to be sent to the underworld."
Luo Chen hurriedly left, but he thought to himself, although this old Taoist looks a bit bohemian and seems to be like those weird and worldly masters in the legend, there is a hint of sinister look in his eyes.
He is not a good person.
I Should have prepared early At this moment, it is eleven o'clock in the morning, which is what the old Taoist calls midnight.
Luo Chen was staring at the old Taoist at this time.
The old Taoist was not jumping around like the Taoist priests in the movie and kept chanting the so-called mantras.
I just kept drawing these things in the void with my wooden sword at a very slow speed.
It seemed like it was very difficult.
Big beads of sweat kept dripping from my face.
Suddenly, a light spot appeared in the air.
The light spot expanded rapidly, attracting Luo Chen's body like a giant dragon absorbing water.
Luo Chen felt that his thinking was very clear, but he couldn't control his body at all.
It feels like something is about to float out of my mind, and I only feel a biting coldness At this moment, Luo Chen suddenly felt a severe blow to his brain.
He turned around and found that he was standing there motionless with a red talisman stuck behind his head.
This was Luo Chen's horrified discovery.
The person standing in front of me is actually me "Keep your mind and I will take your soul to the underworld."
As he said this, Luo Chen felt himself being sucked into the light spot.
In an instant, he lost consciousness and was cold and shaking.
The moment he woke up, Luo Chen wanted to jump up reflexively, but found that his feet were not on the ground at all, and he was floating in the air.
He looked around in panic, and what he saw was a sea of flowers.
The flowers were as bright and bright as blood.
There were flowers but no leaves.
The whole sea of flowers looked shockingly red, like fire, blood, and tea. .
"Boy, that's the Flower of the Other Shore, the only flower in the underworld."
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Luo Chen followed the voice and found that the old man was sitting on a donkey with hair as white as snow.
There wasn't a single hair on his body.
He seemed to have noticed Luo Chen. look, The old Taoist said proudly: This donkey is the status symbol of my Laoshan Taoist priest.
As long as I ride my Laoshan donkey in this underworld, no ghost will dare to act recklessly."
Luo Chen ignored the old man's bragging and said quickly: "Let's quickly go to the judge's place to see whether my sister is alive or dead."
"Then hurry up and get on my donkey, otherwise I won't care if your arms and legs are torn off by those lonely ghosts.
Although you are a soul body now, Jie Jie is enough for you to bear."
The old Taoist smiled strangely This said.
Luo Chen stopped talking and immediately got on the donkey.
The donkey galloped quickly on the other side of the flower.
From a distance, these Bana flowers look like a carpet paved with blood, so weird, crazy, and bloody.
After an unknown amount of time, the Huangquan Road seemed to have come to an end.
What came into view was a long and rolling river.
From a distance, the river water was blood-yellow.
It was full of lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated.
It was full of insects and snakes, and the fishy wind blew against the face. rolling waves There is a wooden bridge above the river, and there is a surging flow of people.
There are ghosts who are constantly beating the ghosts who are unwilling to move forward with their whips.
There is an earth platform at the end of the bridge, named: Wangxiang Platform.
Standing beside the Wangxiang Platform is a dwarf old lady with snow-white hair and two long braids hanging down to her knees.
There is no emotion on the face like withered tree bark, and he coldly hands each ghost a bowl of soup.
If there is a cunning ghost who refuses to drink, A hook knife will immediately appear under its feet to trap its feet, and a sharp copper pipe will pierce its throat, and it will be forced to drink.
No ghost will be spared.
There is a small boat on the river, and an old man is sitting on the boat, constantly teasing the lonely ghosts in the river with the fishing rod in his hand.
Luo Chen walked up on his donkey and saw a bluestone beside the bridge.
The words on the stone were as red as blood, and the words on the stone were as red as blood.
On the top were engraved four big characters: "Get to the other side early" At this time, a ghost came forward, looked at the two people on the donkey, and asked expressionlessly: "You two, are you going to cross the river or the bridge?"
Luo Chen looked at the old Tao in confusion, and the old Tao quickly said to the ghost messenger: "Let's cross the river, let's cross the river."
With that said, he kicked off the donkey and walked toward the river to ferry the old man.
"What's the difference between crossing a river and a bridge?"
Luo Chen asked.
"That bridge is Naihe Bridge.
After you cross it, you have to drink Po Meng's immortal soup.
After drinking it, you will forget everything in your life.
The river is called the Wangchuan River.
The people on the ferry are crossing the Wangchuan River.
When they die, people in the Yang world burn coins to pay for the crossing.
If he didn't, he refused and reluctantly crossed over, but was thrown into the Wangchuan River by the ferryman.
Moreover, the river water is not buoyant and contains poisons that can corrode the soul.
If your feet are wet, your soul will be a wandering ghost and you will never be reincarnated."
The old Taoist said, picking up the ghost paper hanging in the package on the donkey and walking to the old man on the ferry.
The old man walked up to the old ferryman and was about to speak, when he saw the old man wave the fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing line wrapped around the package containing the insidious paper at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye and took it into his arms.
The old man looked down and was secretly happy.
He had not seen such a thing for a long time.
He had thrown those guys with printed matter worth hundreds of millions of nether coins into the Wangchuan River.
"Get on the boat and sit tight.
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It's none of my business to be dragged into the river by those wild ghosts."
The old ferryman said coldly.
"How can it be possible?
As long as you are here, those little miscellaneous fish will definitely run away.
If they are not soul bodies, they will be scared by your tiger intimidation and wet their pants," the old Taoist said charmingly.
Sure enough, if you wear it a thousand times, you will never wear it.
The old ferryman looked a little better.
He snorted and stopped talking.
Luo Chen quickly got on the boat and sat behind the old man.
The boat sailed slowly and automatically without any swing.
On the way, there were some blind wild ghosts who wanted to drag Luo Chen and the two people on board off the boat.
But before he could swim to the boat, the old man's fishing rod flew him away.
The fishing line hit the ghost, immediately emitting bursts of green smoke and letting out a harsh and resentful scream.
This made Luo Chen have the urge to cover his ears, but In the end, the hand remained motionless.
When the two got off the boat, the old Taoist grabbed one of the ghost soldiers and said, "Brother, could you please call Judge Tiebi and ask for an audience with Wu Xiezi, a Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan?"
The ghost soldier was about to reprimand him when he saw the old Taoist putting a paper ingot into the ghost soldier's hand.
The ghost soldier held it in his hand and weighed it, his eyes were filled with joy, and he said, "Wait here for a while, and let me inform you, sir."
He turned around and left.
After a while, the two were brought before the Iron Pen Judge.
The old Taoist made a compilation to Judge Tiebi and said, "I am Taoist priest Wu from Mount Laoshan."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Judge Tiebi looking at him with a half-smiling look.
The iron pen judge said: "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly.
I am very busy."
After saying that, the old Taoist said quickly: "Your Majesty, you are busy with all kinds of things every day and work tirelessly.
I have specially prepared a small gift for you.
I hope you will consider the respect that ordinary people like us have for you.
You must accept it."
He handed over the bag containing nine hundred and ninety-nine paper ingots with both hands.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine paper ingots are not a huge amount of wealth to Iron Pen Judge, but they imply the meaning of supremacy.
The iron pen judge said casually: "You are here again to see the difference between life and death.
You ordinary people don't know the law of destiny.
Life and death are determined by fate and no one can change it.
Is it you who wants to see it or that kid?"
Just as Luo Chen was about to speak, he saw the old Taoist hastily reply: "It's not us and the other two.
It's a woman named Ji Xinlan."
Judge Iron Pen turned around and took out a book from his cabinet filled with life and death books.
She opened her mouth and said: "Ji Xinlan, Yangshou was fifty-three years old.
He died in vain, and his soul did not return to the underworld.
Eh?"
When he saw Ji Xinlan's birth date, the judge's eyes flashed with surprise.
He continued: "Well, Hades is not a place for you to stay for a long time.
Leave quickly."
After saying that, the judge waved his sleeves, and Luo Chen suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming, and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Stiff, numb, and sore, Luo Chen came to his senses, only to find that he was already at home.
I feel indescribable discomfort all over my body, Turning and looking out the window, it was already getting slightly brighter.
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It turned out that six or seven hours had passed since my soul entered the underworld.
Naturally, my physical body was very numb after being motionless for such a long time.
Looking at the old Taoist again, he saw that his expression was relaxed and he didn't feel any discomfort at all.
The old Taoist seemed to notice Luo Chen's gaze and said with a smile: "I entered the underworld, so naturally I won't feel any discomfort, but you, your soul is out of the body.
If it takes longer, you won't be able to return to this body. " Luo Chen moved his body, rubbed his unconscious thigh with one hand and asked: "Master, how should we find my sister?
If we can find my sister, Luo Chen will make her a cow or a horse, with a grass ring in her mouth."
The old Taoist said mockingly: "Now I call you Master.
Didn't I tell you?
If the person who took your sister's life and soul wasn't doing it to improve his own cultivation, then he must have found a place of extreme darkness to refine him into a fierce ghost.
As long as we find the Jueyin place nearby, we can naturally find the person who cast the spell
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