Become a peerless sword fairy after passing through the book

Chapter 67
Shu Yuehen and Mu Hanyun flew to Jinmu Town, Haizhou with the monk Kongzhi.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was high in the sky, unscrupulously swaying light and heat to the earth.

The streets of Jinmu Town are very lively with people coming and going.

There are singers selling songs in restaurants, buskers on the street are playing boulders on their chests, monkeys, fortune-tellers, and wonton sellers on street corners.

There are traveling merchants carrying goods and selling them along the way, some stewards are driving a carriage and yelling to make way for passers-by, and some young girls are picking out cloth together.

Shu Yuehen and Mu Hanyun were surprised when they saw the scene of Jinmu Town. It looked sunny here, and it was hard to imagine that there was a ghost king here.

It stands to reason that if there is a ghost king in a place, shouldn't every family wear filial piety and put coffins in every house?

Shu Yuehen asked the monk Kongzhi: "Monk, are you sure that there is a ghost king here in Jinding Temple? It looks very prosperous and lively here."

The monk Kongzhi sighed: "Every fellow Taoist who comes to Jinmu Town has this question. Please look at these passers-by on the street. Do they all look blue, have thinning hair, and often doze off? This is caused by being contaminated with too much Yin Qi. If this continues, it will definitely shorten the lifespan."

After being reminded by the monk Kongzhi, Shu Yuehen and Mu Hanyun found that almost everyone who came and went had dark circles on their faces, often yawned, and had an unhealthy complexion.

At first glance, I thought everyone in Jinmu Town was staying up late.

The Godly Monk Kongzhi said again: "That's because the ghost king in Jinmu Town is benevolent in nature and tried his best to restrain the ghosts from causing chaos. If the ghost king didn't want to establish a small underworld in Jinmu Town, the monks in our temple didn't want to conflict with that ghost king."

"Little underworld?" Shu Yuehen asked curiously.

"The underworld has been in turmoil recently, and the ghost king intends to establish a small underworld in the world to house lonely and wild ghosts.

Shu Yuehen asked again: "Does the monk know why the underworld is in turmoil?"

"It is said that two great powers fought in the underworld, causing changes in the terrain of the underworld, causing countless dead souls to fly away, and the gate of hell was opened. One of the great powers is also a long-lived sword fairy. The two are high disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Do you know the true identity of this long-lived sword fairy?"

Mu Hanyun didn't know, but Shu Yuehen suspected that this mighty man was Bai Mingqiu, the founder of his own school. It was too late to ask, so he just shook his head.

The monk Kongzhi then left, leaving Shu Yuehen and Mu Hanyun in Jinmu Town.

Shu Yuehen also wanted to know more about the ghost king.

She first found an old farmer carrying a hoe, and asked, "I heard that there is a ghost king in Jinmu Town, old man, aren't you afraid?"

The old farmer said blankly: "I know, the masters of Jinding Temple have said it. At first, I was a little scared, but later I found out that he is not harmful. Isn't it similar to those monks of Xianmen? The old man is not afraid anymore."

Shu Yuehen asked again: "But because of the ghost king, you are contaminated with Yin Qi, which will affect your life span."

The old farmer immediately retorted: "You don't know anything! The old man is fifty years old, and because of the ghost king's protection, he stayed in Jinmu Town to eat and wear warm clothes. You don't know how many people outside have starved to death due to floods and were forced to death by the government in the past year. The ghost king occupied Jinmu Town, which is the blessing of Jinmu Town."

Shu Yuehen asked another peddler who sold candied haws.

"The King of Ghosts told the big guy in his dream that he was going to build a small underworld. That would be great. Will I be able to see my dead old lady? What's the point of losing a few years of life?"

Shu Yuehen asked an old woman.

"I have suffered enough in my life. I was beaten and scolded by my husband when I was young, and bullied by my daughter-in-law when I was old. After I died, I entered the little underworld, so I am no longer bullied by others. How wonderful it is!"

Even after asking more than a dozen people, no one objected to the ghost king, and no one objected to the establishment of a small underworld.

Mu Hanyun asked: "Senior sister, no one in Jinmu Town opposes the establishment of a small underworld, why don't we go back!"

Shu Yuehen shook her head and said: "Otherwise, ants are still alive, let alone people? It's just that ordinary people in the cultivation world live too hard, so they don't want to oppose this benevolent ghost king. Once the small underworld is established and this ghost king is gone, who can guarantee that the next ghost king will be so benevolent? A cruel ghost king is enough to turn Haizhou into a hell on earth."

Mu Hanyun didn't take it seriously: "Senior sister, peace for a while is considered peace, why bother with the future?"

Shu Yuehen made up her mind: "Go and see the ghost king first."

The two inquired all the way, and they had long learned that the ghost king was on Youlong mountain outside Jinmu Town. The ghost king erected a monument at the foot of Youlong mountain, warning mortals not to trespass into Youlong mountain without authorization, so as not to be hit by ghosts.

At night, the two got up and went to Youlong Mountain,
After nightfall, many dead rushed to Youlong Mountain. They were attracted by the ghost king's breath and headed towards Youlong Mountain one after another.

Shu Yuehen and Mu Hanyun's yang energy was too heavy, no one dared to provoke these ghosts, leaving a large space for the two of them.

Walking along the mountain road for a while, we arrived at an octagonal pavilion. This octagonal pavilion is very old, and a pillar in the pavilion is crooked and may fall down at any time.

The ghost king in black was sitting in the pavilion, looking at the two of them.

The group of ghosts were expelled by him and have already left this place.

The black-clothed ghost king exuded a terrifying yin energy, expressionless, and looked at the two of them coldly.

"It's you Xianmen monks who came to prevent me from establishing a small underworld. Do you think I really dare not kill people?"

Mu Hanyun looked at the senior sister to see how she answered, but saw the senior sister Shu Yuehen was stunned in place, looking at the black-clothed ghost king motionless.

Mu Hanyun was full of doubts, and looked up and down the black-clothed ghost king.

The ghost king in black was stared at by the two people all the time, so he wondered what was wrong with him, so he quickly checked what was wrong with his clothes.

But his black clothes are all transformed by Yin Qi, which can be called perfect, and there is nothing wrong with it at all.

"You two, how long have you been looking at this king?"

From then on, Shu Yuehen never thought that the ghost king of Jinmu Town was actually Lin Jingyong. He had an ordinary appearance, and even though he was shrouded in yin, he couldn't see much evil.

Ten years ago, Lin Jingyong was burned to death in front of Shu Yuehen's eyes by the glazed sky fire of Hu Xiulan, a monk of Jindan period. She will never forget that scene.

That was the first friend she made, Shu Yuehen didn't protect him well, she was too weak.

The spirit-protecting jade pendant she got from Han Sheng, a monk of Xianxia Sect, is still hanging on Lin Jingyong's chest.

Before Lin Jingyong was alive, he was just a monk at the lowest level of the Qi refining period, living in the remote Qingshan Town. I don't know what happened to him after his death, and he became the ghost king in the underworld?
You must know that ghost kings are the strongest out of countless ghosts fighting each other, and they need strong strength.

Shu Yuehen looked at Lin Jingyong fixedly: "Do you remember me?"

The black-clothed ghost king has long forgotten what happened before his death, so naturally he doesn't know Shu Yuehen either.He thought back carefully, the more he looked at Shu Yuehen, the more familiar he became, but he couldn't remember who she was anyway.

(End of this chapter)