I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Only those who are in hell know how terrifying it is!

There are many rumors about the Wangchuan River in the world, but no one knows the specific details.

The White Lotus Evil Buddha is one of the few in the world who knows the horror of the Forgotten River. After all, he will realize something every time he dies.

After more experiences, instead of losing awe, I became more and more afraid of the Wangchuan River.

"Amitabha!"

The Evil Buddha of White Lotus proclaims the name of the Buddha: "The poor monk may have a chance to fight with his Taoist friends and seek the power of reincarnation, but he will definitely die. In the future, when the disciples of White Lotus enter reincarnation, they will all be reincarnated as livestock and evil ghosts, and they will never be able to turn around again."

The foundation of the Evil Buddha is the White Lotus sect, which worships the divine power of incense and recites the Evil Buddha's scriptures. Once the sect is destroyed, it will be a serious blow or a minor blow. Falling from the White Lotus Throne is equivalent to losing the foundation of immortality.

"Besides, do fellow Taoists really think that Wangchuanhe is helpless against immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons?"

The White Lotus Evil Buddha continued: "The true spirit of the poor monk rests on the White Lotus Throne. It seems that he is swimming in the Wangchuan River, but in fact he is within the permission of reincarnation. If you dare to cross the river, you will be deliberately targeted by the entire Wangchuan River and suppressed with supreme force. Even the Buddha must perish."

Zhou Yi listened to Xie Buddha's story and said, "From what my Taoist friends said, it seems that the Wangchuan River cannot target people in the Yang world?"

Whether it is the White Lotus sect or the evil Buddha, only if the true spirit falls into the Wangchuan River after death will it be targeted and retaliated against, and will not be under its control during life. .

"Why don't you give up, fellow Taoist..."

White Lotus Evil Buddha said: "My Taoist friend is not the first to plot reincarnation, and he is definitely not the last. There was an innate god who intended to control the Wangchuan River and completely control the reincarnation of life and death in the world. As a result, the entire clan was targeted."

"After that, no heirs were born in the clan of gods. Those ancient gods died for various reasons in the long history. Once they fell into reincarnation, they would never be reincarnated.

"Do fellow Taoists think that they are more powerful than the innate gods?"

White Lotus Evil Buddha knows the secret of the ancient divine court's demise so clearly. It is very likely that he also had thoughts of controlling reincarnation.

This made Zhou Yi more determined and temporarily pulled Xie Buddha on board.

"It turns out to be so difficult!"

Zhou Yi sighed, cupped his hands and said: "In this case, we can only send fellow Taoist on his way. The six soul flags of Pindao can erase the true spirit. Fellow Taoist, please cherish the remaining twenty days."

"..."

White Lotus Evil Buddha felt that he was playing the piano to a cow and wasting his words.

"A poor Taoist has no Taoist companions, no heirs, and no disciples. He is alone and has nothing to fear!"

Zhou Yi shrugged and said: "As long as I don't die in this life, what can the Wangchuan River do to me?"

"You always have friends and relatives, right?"

White Lotus Evil Buddha gritted his teeth and said: "As far as the poor monk knows, my fellow Taoist is the Supreme Prince of Yunxiao Taoist Palace, and he has many friends in Luo Jing. After their death, they suffered the suffering of Wangchuan and were reincarnated as livestock for thousands of lives."

"Just wait until Pindao takes charge of reincarnation and then rescue them."

Zhou Yi said: "Besides, after reincarnation, there is no memory anymore. Whether it is an animal or an ant, what is the difference?"

"So Taoist friend has made up his mind?"

White Lotus Evil Buddha's expression changed. He wanted to turn around and leave and join the Demon Court, but he couldn't help but feel a trace of greed in his heart.

Controlling reincarnation is extremely dangerous, but the reward is billions of times.

Ordinary people are addicted to gambling and are willing to lose their families and property, and their wives and children are separated. Immortals and Buddhas from above say that this is karma. However, immortals and Buddhas are also addicted to gambling, otherwise they would not stand out from hundreds of millions of creatures by stepping on numerous skeletons.

Wine, sex, wealth, and great desires!

The power of heaven and earth cannot be given up by immortals and Buddhas!

"certainly."

Zhou Yi noticed the evil Buddha's heartbeat, waved his hand to open the sect-protecting formation, and said: "Today, fellow Taoist, I will lend a helping hand to the poor Taoist. I am willing to share half of the power of the Netherworld. If I leave, I will never stop dying!"

White Lotus Evil Buddha was silent for a moment and asked: "How far has the Netherworld Hell created by fellow Taoist reached?"

"All we have to do is connect the Wangchuan River!"

Zhou Yi confidently said that the actual underworld was only a few months old and was just a ghost town.

The other Ten Palaces of Yama, Fengdu City, Wushui City, Eighteen Hells, etc. are still only planned in writing, with insufficient personnel, undecided powers, and no resources yet...

When White Lotus Evil Buddha heard this, he thought that after several generations of accumulation, the Book of Changes had already formed the prototype of the underworld, and said slowly.

"The poor monk once cultivated the wheel-turning sutra to great perfection, and combined it with the secret method of reincarnation of the White Lotus, it can lead a section of the Forgotten River to manifest in the world. However, it must be suppressed with the supreme treasure."

"The poor monk doesn't know much else. He only talks about treasures and is confident that no one in the world can match them!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and more than a dozen pieces of cultivating immortals shone brightly, almost blinding the evil Buddha's eyes.

White Lotus Evil Buddha resisted the thought of grabbing the bag and running away, shook his head and said: "A poor monk can still get a few of these ordinary immortal weapons with great effort. It must be a treasure that can suppress luck. The real dragon scissors have killed Heavy, Xuanhuang Banner’s attributes are too single.”

"This Six Soul Flag is suitable, but it is too shady and may not be able to bear the heavy responsibility!"

"Tao friendly eyesight!"

Zhou Yi praised it and said: "The poor Taoist observed the movements of the stars in the sky and created a formation that can stabilize the heaven and the earth. With the six soul flags as the core, he laid out a grand formation of stars around the sky to anchor the Wangchuan River."

White Lotus Evil Buddha emphasized: "It's just a branch of the Wangchuan River!"

“You can see the whole leopard by looking at one spot, and you can see the whole situation from one corner!”

Zhou Yi said: "What we lack most is time and longevity. We only need to refine one place and slowly work on it. After thousands of years, we will be able to control reincarnation."

Even though White Lotus Evil Buddha was in a state of mind, he couldn't help but have a flash of fire in his eyes. With his magical power and knowledge, coupled with Zhou Yi's countless treasures, he might really have hope of completing a world-shaking move.

As for the idea that the underworld is divided into half walls, White Lotus Evil Buddha doesn't believe a word of it.

The day the underworld was built, it was the time when the two completely fell out.

Thinking of this, White Lotus Evil Buddha showed compassion on his face and said with a smile.

"Now that the poor monk and fellow Taoist have become allies, living and dying together, advancing and retreating together, can the names on these six-soul flags be erased?"

"Master, this is a difficult thing for me. The names on these Six Soul Flags can only be written on, not erased."

Zhou Yi said with a sincere face: "But don't worry, master, Pindao will never worship in the future, just pretend it doesn't happen."

"Amitabha!"

White Lotus Evil Buddha proclaimed the name of the Buddha and did not continue to pester.

"Pindao has always had a question, and I would like to ask the master to clarify it."

Zhou Yi said: "As a direct descendant of the Buddha, the master has the hope of immortality, so why betray him and establish his own family?"

"The poor monk had a mortal heart and stayed with a female immortal for five hundred years. The master declared that the path was hopeless."

White Lotus Evil Buddha obviously didn't want to go into details, so he changed the topic: "The underworld is more important, so we need to discuss it in detail..."

"good!"

Zhou Yi gave up his interest in inquiring about Buddhist gossip and discussed matters with the evil Buddha about the underworld.

After Xie Fo's narration, Zhou Yi had greater expectations for the Netherworld. It can be deduced from the events of the ancient gods that controlling the Wangchuan River can control the reproduction of the ethnic group.

Even if he only controls one branch, he cannot prevent the demon clan from giving birth to heirs, but it can greatly increase the number of true spirits reincarnated into human beings.

After Zhou Yi kidnapped Demon Lotus, he had been in seclusion in Tianji Sect, and Luo Jing was already in a turmoil.

…

Luo Jing.

The street was empty, except for the occasional passerby, who was walking close to the wall with his body bent.

The shops on both sides had their doors closed, and eyes peered out from the cracks in the windows.

Soldiers in armor were patrolling back and forth. Some wore yellow scarves on their heads, some had white silk on their shoulders, and some had special writing on their armor.

They were under the control of different princes and princes. When they met, they glared at each other, drew their swords to demonstrate, and then slowly backed away.

The protector of the country, the Martial Saint, has an order that during the one-month period of Emperor Hongde's funeral, no weapons may be used in the city.

January ago.

Emperor Hongde suddenly contracted a serious illness. The experts in the palace tried their best to cast spells, but it only took more than ten days before he died suddenly.

As a result, Emperor Hongde became the shortest reigning emperor in the history of Daqian, with only two years.

Due to his young age and sudden death, Emperor Hongde did not create a crown prince during his lifetime, nor could he make a will before his death.

The emperor's uncles, who were originally frightened, wore mourning clothes and cried with joy, shouting that God would not take the punishment but would suffer the consequences.

So during the funeral, the emperor's uncles contacted the princes of the civil and military clans of the DPRK, and they joined forces vertically and horizontally to fight for the throne again.

Later, news came from the Dragon Protection Division that Wu Sheng would not interfere in the struggle for the throne, as long as he was a member of the Li clan, he was eligible.

Originally, it was just a few imperial uncles competing for the dragon. As the news spread, the princes of various princes had other ideas. Taking advantage of the dragon's power would not be as satisfying as being a dragon yourself!

The power held by the major princes was actually much greater than that of a few imperial uncles, but they suffered from the lack of righteousness.

Even if he wins, it will be in vain if he is not recognized by the Protector of the Country Martial Saint in the end.

Now that the Guardian Martial Saint has put aside his sectarian views and is determined to elect the True Dragon of Destiny, the situation in Beijing is even more complicated. There are at least a dozen people coveting the throne of the emperor.

As a result, Beijing has fallen into a strange balance. No one wants to take the lead and wait for the oriole to follow.

City Patrol Division.

The gates were closed, and soldiers patrolled outside the government office, preventing anyone from approaching.

A stream of light flew out from the official office and fled towards the Prince of Chu's Mansion.

In the government office lobby, Li Xun frowned and paced back and forth.

"I didn't expect that Prince Chu would be interested in fighting for the dragon. He has been in charge of the Demon Slayer Division for decades and has good relations with Buddhism and Taoism. If there is an uprising, he will most likely win the throne!"

The Taoist priest who had just left contacted Li Xun on behalf of the King of Chu, hoping to bring the city defense camp under his command.

There are only two garrisons in Beijing. The city defense camp has the largest number of soldiers and is responsible for guarding the passes of various cities and towns. It is crucial at this moment.

The other branch is the Imperial Palace Guards. Their number is slightly smaller, but they all have martial arts skills.

Since the sudden death of Emperor Hongde, people have visited Li Xun every day with various gifts and promised various benefits in the future.

Li Xun accepted all the gifts, but was vague about his side, which made everyone angry. Afterwards, Li Xun recalled all the soldiers in Fang City to the government camp on the grounds of inspection.

The various forces were overjoyed to see this and sent soldiers to occupy the city one after another, so there were scenes of soldiers of all colors patrolling the streets.

Du Si sat next to him, slowly sipping tea, and said: "In this case, why doesn't the general support the King of Chu? After he ascends the throne, it is not a bad idea to hold the post of Minister of War."

"Everyone knows that I am from King Yan."

Li Xun shook his head and said: "First, those who betray in battle will not be able to be reused in the future. Second, the King of Chu relies on the Demon Slayer Division, and the city patrol camp is just the icing on the cake."

Du Si nodded in agreement and said, "So you summoned King Yan and asked him to lead troops to Beijing?"

Li Xun said: "The King of Yan has strong soldiers and horses. Taking advantage of the emptiness in the capital, he directly led the army to take over. The throne will be easily obtained."

At this time.

A ray of light fell into the official office.

The soldiers on duty have long been accustomed to strange sights. There are more than a dozen escaping lights every day. They obey Li Xun's orders and do not stop or welcome them.

When the light fell, it was Wang Kan, the chief official of Prince Yan's palace.

Li Xun quickly asked: "Mr. Wang, have you received a message from King Yan?"

"Exactly! King Yan is already preparing troops and horses to send troops to Kyoto at any time. Please ask General Li to make preparations in advance."

Wang Kan once served under Li Xun and experienced the battle of Qingqiu, so they were very close to him.

"Haha! That's great. I've been waiting for the good news for these days in this official office."

With a smile on his face, Li Xun thought for a moment and said: "Without further delay, we need to trouble Mr. Du and Mr. Wang to use magic to cover up and send the southern soldiers to the capital to hide."

"As soon as the funeral is over, I will personally lead the army to break through the imperial city and welcome King Yan to the capital to ascend the throne!"

The city patrol battalion gathered soldiers from various major cities and guarded them both inside and outside the city gate to prevent demons from taking the opportunity to cause trouble and to strictly check people entering and leaving the city.

Originally, some forces were very dissatisfied with this, and they wanted to mobilize troops from the local area into the city. However, before Li Xun could explain, the forces that did not borrow troops from the local area directly drove these people back.

——During the national mourning period, you mobilized troops without authorization. Do you want to rebel?

As a result, the gates of Luojing City were closed tightly, and the undercurrent surged in the city, and the Imperial City K-K was launched. The winner would be the emperor!

The city patrol battalion controls the city gate, and then uses magic to cover it up, and can easily send troops into the city.

After the King of Yan ascended the throne, he was bound to be rewarded based on his merits. Li Xun was not willing to just follow the dragon's merits. If he could break the imperial city, his position as Minister of War would be stable.

"General, don't worry!"

Du Si and Wang Kan took the order, stomped their feet lightly, and escaped into the ground.

…

Village along the river.

It was noon and the sun was fierce.

A man in the field is plowing a plow.

The villagers in the fields nearby kept urging the cattle, but the speed was not as fast as the man.

"I can't compare, I can't compare! San'er's body is really stronger than an ox."

The villager said: "Brother Li will enjoy happiness from now on. I heard that San'er went up to the mountain to hunt tigers a few days ago but failed and came back with a big wild boar?"

You old man sitting on the ridge of the field, combing his cattle with a smile, couldn't help but say after hearing the villagers' words.

"This kid is no good. My colleagues can hunt tigers, but he can only catch a pig and eat its meat, but he can't sell it at a good price!"

The villagers were filled with envy after hearing this. Who would have thought that when he went to the south to fight in a battle, Li San, who was originally as thin as a bamboo pole, swelled to two feet tall as if he was blowing air.

A man can stand on his fists, a horse can run on his shoulders, and he can pull the plow himself when he dislikes the slowness of oxen when plowing the fields!

When he returned to the village after the war a few months ago, Old Man Li couldn't even recognize his son. He had to explain for several days and get evidence from the government before he believed him.

The villagers were filled with envy after hearing this. Who would have thought that when he went to the south to fight in a battle, Li San, who was originally as thin as a bamboo pole, swelled to two feet tall as if he was blowing air.

A man can stand on his fists, a horse can run on his shoulders, and he can pull the plow himself when he dislikes the slowness of oxen when plowing the fields!

When he returned to the village after the war a few months ago, Old Man Li couldn't even recognize his son. He had to explain for several days and get evidence from the government before he believed him.