The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 98
late at night.

The tide of the Chunjiang River connects to the sea, and the moon and the sea coexist.

Both Xu Ping and Li Qinghe slept on the boat, of course, in different rooms.

It is said that one hundred years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and one thousand years of cultivation can sleep together. This seems to be pure nonsense... Xu Ping, who was silently reciting the Tongxuan Sutra, felt the growth of true energy in his body and was filled with emotion.

When someone is lonely, he wants to find someone to play with... Feelings, and when he is lonely, he wants to find a ghost to get rewards.

Before going out in the dark, he walked around in a circle, not looking at a single ghost hair.

Didn't it mean that there are thousands of ghosts who have escaped, and where are they all?In the dead of night, Xu Ping silently recited the Tongxuan Sutra and slowly fell asleep.

"Xu Ping, why did you plunder the incense of the city god? What's your intention?" With a loud shout from outside the boat, Xu Ping suddenly woke up and sat up, only to feel the wind blowing around him.

Get up and push the window, the moonlight falls.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the moonlight covered the ground like frost and snow. On the pier stood a figure with a red official robe, a white face and a black beard.

Behind him stood two ghost messengers with blue faces and long fangs, holding black steel forks.

A few passers-by walked straight past, as if they didn't hear the violent drinking just now, and couldn't see the figure standing in front of them.

Xu Ping frowned slightly, his body was like a light swallow, elusive, he floated straight down from the boat, his spirit was at ease.

When he reappeared, he was already on the shore of the pier, and his figure appeared and disappeared.

"But Lord Chenghuang of Renjia Town?" He looked carefully and found that it was similar to the statue that Qiusheng pushed that day, so he asked.

And the city god and the two ghost messengers saw that Xu Ping's eyes were bright, and he showed his hand without the slightest escape of true energy, and he fell to the ground silently, so he knew that he was an extremely powerful practitioner.

"It's the deity."

Master Chenghuang softened his words slightly: "As a practitioner, you should know that incense is not easy to come by, why do you want to take away my incense?"

The City God belongs to the yin official, responsible for the large and small underworld affairs in this area. Generally, only those who are highly respected in the local area, or those who are loyal and martyrs have died, have the opportunity to serve.

Therefore, there are few city gods who do evil.

The other party's attitude softened slightly, but Xu Ping's temper turned up, and he asked in a cold voice, "Hey, since you are the city god of the Ren family town, why is there an evil god of cholera that killed countless people, but you didn't surrender."

This wave is called preemptive strike.

His voice directly stunned Cheng Huang.

"Bold, how dare you be rude to the City God."

Without saying a word, the two ghost messengers projected out the steel fork in their hands.

The two steel forks were filled with fierce energy, Xu Ping's figure flashed, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and the steel forks fell into the air.

In an instant, the willow wood sword burst into thunderbolts, splitting the two ghosts so that they were covered in smoke.

The passers-by around only felt a flash of thunder in their ears, thinking that they had gone home to collect their clothes, and they all walked quickly, but the next moment, they didn't see the lightning and thunder, and they were surprised.

The ghosts are superficial, and they are inferior to many powerful ghosts, and they almost lose their souls.

The ghost messenger is different from the Yin messenger. The ghost messenger is equivalent to the private armed force of the city god, while the Yin messenger is recorded in the underworld and is regarded as a regular army.

As the saying goes, if you beat a dog to see its master, if your younger brother is bullied, even the city god can't help it. The back of his head bursts out with divine light, and the power of incense pours out, transforming into a giant hand in the air, and grabs it brazenly.

A black token was suspended above the head, and the mighty image of Zhenjun Sangmo on the token was lifelike, and the giant incense hand disappeared into the air in an instant.

"Lord Slaughtering Demon Zhenjun." Chenghuang screamed, his expression was astonished, and he looked into Xu Ping's eyes with instant respect.

Xu Ping stood with his hands behind his back, and the token flew around the sky, bringing inexplicable pressure, "I asked you just now, but you haven't answered yet, why did you ignore the evil god cholera?"

Looking at the ghost-hunting order in the sky, it seems that there is no fake, the city god frowned, and dared not answer: "I have been in office for a hundred years, and I have always strived for good weather and peace for all people. There has never been an evil spirit in Renjia Town."

Xu Ping asked: "A hundred years?"

"Exactly."

"Then you really don't know, so I will bypass you."

Chenghuang was a little dazed, didn't I come here first to inquire about the crime, why does this scene seem to be judged by the mortals in front of him?
But with Zhong Kui's ghost-hunting order, the City God still asked tentatively: "Xu Ping, why do you have Master Zhenjun's ghost-hunting order, um... I don't know why you borrowed my incense?"

I'm not borrowing, I don't pay you back, but it's not considered borrowing... Xu Ping pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "By the order of Lord Zhenjun, I surrendered to the God of Wutong, so as to collect your incense. If you don't believe me, you You can ask him..."

As he spoke, he held the token in his hand, and when the bottomless pit opened, the token disappeared instantly.

The City God was shocked by his hand again, and hurriedly said: "Since it is the intention of Lord Zhenjun, I have offended many people before I stepped down from office, so please don't mind Mr. Xu."

"Small things."

Xu Ping waved his hand casually, and said to himself, don't ask me for incense.

This Xu Ping had a majestic bearing and a high level of morality. He really wasn't like an ordinary cultivator. The City God's attitude became more respectful, and he said, "Young Master Xu, did the Master Zhenjun order you to come here and take charge of the overall situation?"

No, you think highly of me...Xu Ping was silent for a moment, hearing that something big was about to happen: "What happened?"

The City God lowered his head and sighed: "All the ghosts have fled, and the underworld sent an order to arrest them all within three days. The City God and I are worrying."

Three days is indeed a bit tricky.

From what he said just now, Xu Ping must have made arrangements, so he asked again: "Could it be that you already have a plan in mind?"

The Chenghuang pondered and nodded, and said: "Why don't you ask the young master to go to the Town God's Temple here, prepare a little fragrant tea, and then talk to the young master."

That's fine, let's pay homage to a mountain first, in case you need to borrow incense later, it will be wiped off your face.

Xu Ping nodded, and the city god floated up with a ghost messenger, and he also used ecstasy and darted towards the city god's temple in the night.

The provincial capital is large, and the Town God's Temple is much larger than a small place like Renjia Town.

Moreover, basically more than half of the city gods in various places are in the provincial capital at this time.

When Kankan approached the Temple of the City God, he saw the ghost messenger of the City God in front of him floating away, and Xu Ping also fell down.

On the dark street, there is no one there, but there are hundreds of ghosts walking around at night.

A series of black shadows, connected into a line by the soul chain, were driven by ghosts and ghosts, and headed towards the Temple of the City God.

Some have bruised and swollen faces, some have broken necks and drooping heads, and some are covered in blood.

What's more, the person who has been transformed into a ghost for too long and has lost his human face looks like a hideous monster.

Occasionally, there was a strange cry in the team, which was frightening to hear.

However, it did not affect the residents of the provincial capital at all. Xu Ping could sense that an isolation circle had been cast near the Town God's Temple.

But mortals who don't know how to practice break in, just like encountering a ghost hitting a wall, and walk around in the middle of the night until the rooster crows at dawn and the ghosts disperse, and then they see the light of day again.

Xu Ping calmly walked among the ghosts, whether it was these fierce ghosts or ghosts and ghosts, they all looked sideways curiously.

Even the city gods from other places couldn't help being a little shocked when they saw this scene.

"Brother Chen, who is he, seems to be a person?"

You seem to have given it to me, Xu Ping gave him a "resentful" look, curled his lips, and didn't speak.

Seeing Xu Ping looking over, the City God was also unceremonious, and stared at him, as if saying something.

What are you looking at!
"Brother Pang, don't be presumptuous. He is sent here by Lord Zhenjun. I want to take him to see General Qin."

The City God was horrified, and asked in disbelief: "Master Zhenjun? But the Lord of Demon Slayer, Lord Zhong Kui?"

"Exactly!"

After getting an affirmative answer, the city god surnamed Pang changed his attitude of staring at you just now, and smiled charmingly: "Sir, you have met Lord Zhenjun, but you don't know what he looks like?"

Have I seen it, or haven't seen it... Xu Ping doesn't even understand it, so it can only be regarded as a phone call.

He perfunctorily said: "Mm... Your Majesty Zhenjun is heroic and mighty, with outstanding temperament, he will be a hero in life, and he will be a hero in death."

After finishing speaking, Xu Ping couldn't help thinking that he didn't know my horse, did he hear it?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the City God surnamed Pang slapped his forehead and shouted: "I'll just say it, how can Lord Zhenjun be an ugly monster?"

"Brother Pang, speak carefully."

The City God who was walking in front gave a reminder.

Xu Ping turned to look at him, and asked familiarly: "Old Chen, who is the General Qin you mentioned just now, didn't you mean to bring me to see the City God here?"

Looking at Xu Ping again, he said, "Young Master Xu, General Qin is the city god of the provincial capital. He is very incensed and has a high moral character. Because he was the general who commanded thousands of armies during his lifetime, everyone called him General Qin."

Xu Ping nodded, and he led the way to the temple gate.

"There are three worlds in the yang world, it is up to you to accumulate good and evil; throughout the ages, whoever is let go by the underworld."

Looking at the couplets at the gate of the temple, Xu Pinghuan read out slowly, thinking that General Qin must have a jealous temperament.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, a square-faced man in armor who did not wear official robes immediately greeted him.

"Xu Xiaoyou, you really have extraordinary momentum, please take a seat."

This General Qin was notified by a ghost messenger, so he greeted him quickly, and Xu Ping took his seat. A waiter had already brought him tea, and he was very polite.

The tea is fragrant and fragrant, and the real energy turns around when you smell it, it is really not ordinary.

He habitually casts the Zhan Qi technique, and the man in armor in front of him is shining brightly, which is really not comparable to other city gods.

Xu Ping pointed to the group of ghosts outside the door, and asked, "General Qin, where are these ghosts going?"

The City God's trial of Yin was originally a full-time job, so he asked this question.

"There is a huge tree behind the Town God's Temple, which is connected to the underworld. They are all sent back to the underworld." General Qin raised his glass and said casually.

Xu Ping took a sip, and gained dozens of days of Taoism by virtue of it, thinking that these city gods who have lived for an unknown amount of time really have their own uniqueness.

He flattered him when he saw people talking about people and talking about ghosts, "General Qin is really powerful. I just came here and wanted to go around late at night, but I didn't find a single ghost. Are they all here?"

General Qin shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If that's the case, then that's fine. According to my city god's statistics, there are at least thousands of ghosts in the city today."

Thousands of them... When Xu Ping heard this, he put down his teacup and asked, "Why are there so many?"

"Do you know when there are the most evil spirits?"

"A time of war?"

"Exactly, the Shenzhou land is sinking, the flames are everywhere, the resentment and murderous aura go straight to the sky, and it is easier to breed evil spirits. Even if there is no matter in the underworld, there are no less than a thousand evil spirits hiding in the provincial capital."

The provincial capital is very large. When Xu Pingcai came here, he discovered that the residential buildings were densely packed. Compared to a small land like Renjia Town, it could only be described as a colossus.

Millions of people die every day due to various reasons, and countless people die.

"Not to mention, there are still many monsters who practice evil spirits, openly and secretly harm the people, and practice ghosts. Some of them are successful in cultivation and have extraordinary mana. I can't do anything about them."

It seems that this city god is not as pink as he said, and the pain in it is hard to describe to others.

In the Dharma-ending era, the spiritual energy was gradually drying up, and the impact on them was also extremely great.

Thinking of the many ghosts and ghosts that he saw outside the door, Xu Ping asked curiously: "With so many ghost soldiers, they should be able to control the situation, right?"

"I'm just the city god, I don't command soldiers, and even if there are soldiers, just like the new government in this yang world, even though there are countless soldiers and horses, and powerful firearms, can there be no bandits in the government?"

"Not to mention anything else, it's just that the various gangs in the provincial capital are constantly fighting for the territory every day, so there are so many evil spirits."

"But the new government doesn't do anything, there are so many collusions, even if I have the heart, I can't help it."

The yin soldiers and yin officials deal with the affairs of the underworld and cannot intervene in the affairs of the world. The underworld has the rules of the underworld, and the yang world has the rules of the yang world.

Xu Ping thought about it, and suddenly asked: "So, according to General Qin, if there are no evil spirits in the city, the gangs everywhere must be eradicated."

"This matter is not urgent..." General Qin said, looking at Xu Ping with urgent eyes: "The matter of ghosts in the underworld is the most important thing right now, and I hope Mr. Xu can help."

Xu Ping was stunned, and analyzed: "According to what General Qin said, the three-day period is really too short, why don't you play Ming Mingfu and add a few more days."

"Ugh!"

General Qin sighed deeply, "Because in three days, all the passages to the underworld will be closed. Except for the ghosts of normal deaths, other ghosts will not be able to enter the underworld again."

what!
Xu Ping was startled, and he immediately thought, could it be that there is something wrong with the underworld, or why would it be like this.

"If after three days, there are still ghosts escaping in the world, then they can only be lonely ghosts, but if they encounter them, they can only be killed and the world will be wiped out."

This had a great impact, and Xu Ping was a little flustered in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bad news: "Three days later, the ghost will also return to the underworld. At that time, there will be no help."

Xu Ping thought of Maoshan, and Jiushu, and they happened to be professional counterparts in dealing with ghosts. Could it be that this was planned long ago.

Xu Ping was silent for a while, with a serious face, he raised his head and asked, "What plans do you have, what can I do?"

General Qin talked for a long time, and seemed to be waiting for this sentence. He suddenly got up, looked at Xu Ping, and said, "I have set up a formation of ten thousand ghosts near the Temple of the City God, but there is still a lack of a formation, that is, a formation that can draw ghosts into the palace. attracted people."

"So, you've taken a fancy to me?" Xu Ping asked earnestly, pointing at his handsome appearance.

General Qin looked a little embarrassed, "If there is really a person who can escape from the ghosts and attract them, it should be you."

So, do you want a thousand consecutive draws, or a ten thousand consecutive draws?You won't empty out the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book, will you?

Xu Ping was already thinking about it, "When will I do it?"

"The three quarters of the day after tomorrow."

Xu Ping nodded: "For the people of the provincial capital, I will be there on time." At the same time, it is also for my thousand ghosts.

General Qin was overjoyed, and suddenly said again: "Actually, we originally picked a Maoshan disciple, but I later found out that his intentions were not right, so I let him go, but he also knew about it. Be careful."

"The name of that Maoshan disciple is Shi Jian."

(End of this chapter)