Taoist chanting

Chapter 780
Zhang Wenfeng's heart trembled slightly, Judge Cui's name in the Fifth Hall was very famous, he had heard it before.

Not only because it has the same name as the former judge named Cui Jue in the Hall of Souls in the Bronze Lantern, but also because the opponent is an eighth-level powerful ghost cultivator, the third-ranked super expert in the fifth hall, the leader of all judges, King Yama Relying heavily on the left and right arms.

A big man with such an extraordinary cultivation status invites him to meet with him in such a polite way.

The disparity in height is too great, how can we not make him secretly startled?
He is just a small character with relatively good luck, so there is a possibility that the other party wants to befriend him in advance because of King Han Mo Ye's face?

Thinking about it, it seemed absurd. Even if Judge Cui's cultivation level was slightly weaker than Mo Ye's, he didn't have to surrender his status to befriend him, did he?

He has been in the foreign battlefield for so many years, and he knows most of the famous figures in the Ten Worlds of the Nether Realm from Jiu Ming and Captain Huercha. Soldiers and ghosts listen to orders in front of the hall, with bull heads and horse faces guarding the left and right", with great power and profound supernatural powers.

Can he politely refuse?
Certainly not, if he took the big man's politeness seriously, it would surely make Jiu Ming faint with a smile in his dark hall, and then praise him "you're so stupid".

"With all sincerity, Zhang is fortunate enough to meet Mr. Cui and listen to Mr. Cui's teachings!"

Zhang Wenfeng's expression moved slightly, and he said sincerely, he bowed his hands in any direction in the air, and here he couldn't tell which direction the Yincao Palace was, as long as he was respectful.

"Your Majesty praised you as 'young and promising, with unique roots of wisdom'. It's a pity that when you visited the Nether Realm, he was busy with chores and distracted, so he couldn't see you earlier, otherwise he would have a good relationship."

Bai Wuchang repeated the original words and said with a smile, what can be said and what can't be said, he has a spectrum in his heart.

I'm just curious about Cui Fujun's evaluation of Taoist Zhang. He has practiced great power for thousands of years. What kind of "uniquely intelligent" talent and ghost have never seen it?
Being able to let Mr. Cui Fu say the words of making a good relationship, while Bai Wuchang was envious from the bottom of his heart, he secretly rejoiced that he had made a good relationship in front of him, and the friendship that was sent in the snow was deeper and more comfortable than icing on the cake.

Zhang Wenfeng is really sincere and fearful now, he is courteous and must ask for something, what is there in him that is worthy of the other party's "asking"?

With a few polite words in his mouth, Zhang Wenfeng's mind turned rapidly, and he diverted his thinking to search for his "sparkling points" so as to prepare in advance, which is better than the other party's sudden mention of being caught off guard.

After thinking about it, I really can't think of anything unique about myself.

"Brother Zhang, please stand still, calm down, and wait for me to use the technique of 'transporting from the ghost gate' to hurry. I can't make Mr. Cui wait too long."

Bai Wuchang greeted, waved his sleeves and rolled up, the dark wind swirled, and the sky was dark.

In the site of the fifth hall, he was able to use the supernatural powers of transporting by the commanding officer of the underworld, which is a bit similar to the secret method of the movement of mountains and rivers in the Shinto. The two disappeared on the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and when they reappeared, they were already in the sky above the famous Wangchuan Styx.

Zhang Wenfeng felt a little uncomfortable, and he could expel the discomfort with a little movement of his breath.

Overlooking the big river with dark red waves below, you can't see the opposite bank when you look up. It is covered by mist and mist. The fresh ghost next to him, his movements were stiff and dull, slowly drifting forward like a marionette.

The dilapidated black pavilion with no fences on all sides still stood beside the road, and inside the pavilion sat three black shadows, motionless, waiting for the slim chance to return to the sun.

It was still the familiar gloomy scene.

Revisiting the old place, Zhang Wenfeng felt quite emotional. He is no longer the helpless amateur Taoist priest he was back then.

From leaving here to returning to this place, he suddenly woke up, it has been almost a hundred years.

Time does not spare people, and I have never spared time.

Two blurred figures appeared, wearing official soap clothes, with black chains tied around their waists. They bowed respectfully to Bai Wuchang, who suddenly appeared here, but were waved away by Bai Wuchang's gaze. I was disturbed by my subordinates.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Thank you Brother Bai for your thoughtfulness, let's go."

This is a scenery that does not belong to the human world. It is enough to come and see it, and leave footprints on the road of practice.

Bai Wuchang waved his sleeves again, and the two of them disappeared in an instant wrapped in the vortex of the sinister wind. When they reappeared, they had already arrived on a vast black jade field, with black air surging in front of them, and a majestic and solemn dark palace loomed.

Reaching out his hand to signal, Bai Wuchang adjusted his robe and white crown, and led the human Taoist priest to the side of the hall.

The mist flowed through the layers of real tulle, and a large palace was close in front of us, but it still seemed indistinct, so Zhang Wenfeng followed in silence.

He still doesn't have a clue, he can't figure out why Judge Cui invited him, a little guy, to see him?

Climbing six black steps to a high place, it feels like being above the clouds and climbing a high platform alone.

Bai Wuchang signaled Taoist Zhang to follow into the deep and wide palace gate, walked a few steps and then stopped moving forward, bowed his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Taoist Zhang please come."

"Hard work will be safe."

A mellow and male voice came from the depths of the hall, and no emotion could be heard.

"Your Majesty is being polite, Bi'an will leave first!"

Bai Wuchang saluted again, backed away, turned around at the threshold and walked out without a sound, leaving Daoist Zhang talking to Mr. Cuifu, he was neither suitable nor qualified to listen.

"Zhang Wenfeng, Taoist Priest of Xianling Temple, pays homage to Mr. Cuifu."

Zhang Wenfeng has seen a different world, and has spent more than a year with the empress who is extremely respectful in Jiuming's mouth, and talks freely. Now meeting the strange Judge Cui alone, he is still calm and composed. Is there a little nervousness in his heart? , is unknown to outsiders.

"Little friend Zhang, don't be too polite."

Out of the cold darkness came out a familiar fat man wearing a red robe and an official hat as a judge. There was a slightly dull smile on his majestic face, his eyes were bottomless, and he stretched out his hand to help him.

As Judge Cui approached, the lights in the hall gradually brightened and the darkness receded.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback. This was just like Cui Jue, the judge of the Hall of Souls inside the bronze lamp. His appearance was almost the same, but his demeanor was very different. The judge Cui in front of him was majestic and serious.

In the past, the temperament was changeable, and he would growl and eat ghosts at every turn, and then he had a hippie smile without a formal shape.

He already understood that the other party had invited him here for the bronze lamp, a heavy weapon in Xiaotiandi that he placed on the mountain behind the sect.

It's a good saying "Being courteous to others, one must ask for something", and asking for it is too great.

In the Netherland, how can he refuse?
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(End of this chapter)