Chapter 1513: The Life and Death Crisis of Master Qingxi

The underworld.

The inner scene of the Taoist Huangting.

It has been several days since Jinan and his friends came to Tubo Temple.

The sudden movement of Tubo Temple that day, which quickly disappeared, attracted the attention of several forces.

Everyone thought that something was going to happen in Tubo Temple or the inner scene of the Taoist Huangting, so they waited in Tubo Temple for a few more days.

During this period, Tubo Temple had been calm and there was no change, except for the brief movement that day.

The people who were eager to go home did not want to wait any longer, so they decided to set off again and return to the world of the living to rest.

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However, before leaving the underworld, Jinan had another more important thing to deal with first, which was to save the body of the ancestor of the Corpse Carrying Village.

The Yellow Spring River in the underworld, the Yinshui River with 100,000 floating corpses.

The ancestor of the Corpse-carrying Village stood by the river, watching the headless pottery horse pulling the coffin cart carrying the bronze coffin forward, slowly sinking into the Yellow Spring until it disappeared. He visualized the Four Northern Saints Tianpeng Zhenjun, holding up the body, flying off the ground, and flying deeper into the wide Yellow Spring River.

Others wanted to follow, but were stared at by the Four Northern Saints Tianpeng Zhenjun. Facing the gaze of the Four Northern Saints Tianpeng Zhenjun with angry eyes and majestic faces, Taoist Zhanmu and others stopped and did not continue to follow.

A few people in the Tianshi Mansion did not give up and wanted to continue to follow, but were beaten back by the Tianpeng Curse and Tianpeng Talisman magical powers of the Four Northern Saints Tianpeng Zhenjun.

The Yellow Spring River was filled with fog. When everyone retreated to the Yellow Spring shore, they found that two people were missing, one was Qingxi Zhenjun and the other was "Jin'an".

"Could it be that Qingxi Zhenjun is still tracking the Taoist master who possessed the skin of the ancestor of the Corpse-carrying Village in the fog on the river surface?" Taoist Zhanmu was surprised.

Taoist Qingfeng looked at the depths of the Yellow Spring River, and was silent for a while before he spoke: "They are all safe."

Taoist Zhanmu nodded and pondered: "Then wait a little longer, and let's all return to the world of the living together."

Naturally, no one objected to this proposal.

At the Tianshi Mansion, when they found that True Man Qingxi and Jin'an had not withdrawn yet, and were still following the ancestor of the Corpse Carrying Village in the depths of the Yellow Spring Mist, the scheming old marquis and old King Ling were afraid that they would suffer if they left too early, so they also stayed and refused to leave.

The Tianshi Mansion suffered heavy losses this time.

Many masters died, but they didn't get any benefits.

It was a heavier loss than losing both the wife and the soldiers.

They must be unwilling to let them return to the world of the living with dust and empty hands, and they were worried that they would have a new opportunity in Yujing Jinque as soon as they left.

"This time, the relationship between Taoist Master Jin'an and his uncle and uncle warmed up very quickly, and they became inseparable so quickly." True Man Xuanlei looked at the Yellow Spring Mist and said in a loud voice with a straightforward personality.

Xuan Lei Zhenren's loud voice was almost like saying "the wife sings and the husband follows" directly.

Taoist Zhanmu and Taoist Qingfeng were in a good mood, and the elders of Yujing Jinque were also talking and laughing. Yujing Jinque and Wuzang Taoist Temple were both Zhengyi, and they were well matched, so they all thought this matter would work.

"Although we have been trapped in the ancient country's giant city for several years, the thousand-year obsession between King Wu's daughter and the ancient true immortal is touching, 'Spring is the same as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red and wet through the silk. Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to entrust a brocade letter. Don't, don't, don'..."

Taoist Qingfeng may have thought of his old relationship with Meng Shenpo of Bulao Mountain in his early years. One was the famous and upright Yujing Jinque, and the other was the cult-style Bulao Mountain. He cut out his own eyes and gave them back to Meng Shenpo. Meng Shenpo hated him because of love, and she always hated him in the past two eras, which touched her deeply.

"Take advantage of the youth, face the wind and smell the fragrance, I hope that all lovers in the world will eventually get married. Senior brother, we must borrow from King Wu, and don't follow King Wu's old path, which will be too late to regret."

"In my opinion, after returning to the world of the living this time, the matter of the two sects can be put on the agenda. When little Taoist Jin'an came to my Yujing Jinque secret realm to practice, it was a good time."

How could Taoist Zhanmu not see the emotional fluctuations of his fellow junior brother, one of whom was the leader of the righteous sect in the world, and the other was a thousand-year-old demon sect. In the end, he chose to cut his own eyes, cut off all ties with Goddess Meng, and sacrificed two people to preserve the reputation of Yujing Jinque. How could his junior brother's heart not be bitter.

Taoist Zhanmu nodded and agreed with Taoist Qingfeng's proposal. In order to prevent Taoist Qingfeng from thinking too much, he took the initiative to change the subject: "It seems that the title of Junior Brother Jin'an will be changed soon."

Not to mention that Taoist Qingfeng's face froze, even the other elders of Yujing Jinque had collective thoughts bursting, and their minds were blank for a while, feeling that they were not enough.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. The Jade Capital Jinque was celebrating. Master Zunzhu, the Great Elder, and the Great Leader looked at each other and said with regret in their hearts: "Poor Yangjin female leader, she was born at the wrong time."

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Deep in the Yellow Springs fog, Tianpeng Zhenjun, one of the Four Saints of the North Pole, looked back and saw two blurry black shadows following him.

However, this time he did not attack to drive people away, but continued on his way.

When he went deep enough into the Yellow Springs fog, the ancestor of the Corpse Carrying Village stopped. When True Man Qingxi and Jinan caught up, they saw that Jinan had taken off the skin of the ancestor of the Corpse Carrying Village.

Jinan, who was holding the skin of the ancestor of the Corpse Carrying Village in his hand, heard the movement behind him. He turned around and nodded to True Man Qingxi, and then looked at his clone: ​​"Daoyou, you have worked hard."

Clone: ​​"Haha, you are me and I am you, so what's the hard work."

As Jinan raised his hand, the clone turned into a rainbow light and flew up, and finally turned into a red lead-mercury holy fetus, which flew into Jinan's hand.

Then Jin An took it into his stomach.

Jin An nodded and smiled, with gratitude in his eyes: "Master Qingxi has worked hard on this trip."

Master Qing Xi is always cold and taciturn: "It's okay."

Then, with her clear eyes, she looked at the skin bag of the ancestor of the corpse-carrying village in Jin An's hand: "Are you planning to save him and send him on his last journey?"

Jin An replied: "Exactly."

Master Qing Xi nodded and said nothing.

Jin An knew that Master Qingxi was a cold-hearted person who was not good at words. Although Master Qingxi did not speak, the fact that Master Qingxi followed him all the way was a sign of great concern. He looked gratefully and said, "I want to carry the corpse for you." After the village ancestor has completed the seven-day ritual, Master Qing Xi can return to the underworld with the others. This time the world is undergoing drastic changes, Yujing Jinque must be waiting for you to return and take charge of the overall situation. "

The seven-day ceremony was indeed a grand ceremony.

In folk funeral customs, there is the theory of seven-seven funeral customs. People attach great importance to the number seven, such as the first seven, the second seven, the third seven...

It is said that because humans have three souls and seven souls, one soul can be recalled every day of salvation. Only when the three souls and seven souls are complete can they enter the path of reincarnation.

Master Qing Xi said coldly: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you."

"After returning to the earth this time, I have something to say to you personally."

"When I came, I already sent out a transmission note, asking senior brothers and the others to return to the world of the world first, so they don't have to stay and wait for us."

Outside the giant city of the ancient country, he also said, "I'll wait for you." Master Qingxi stayed where he was, never leaving.

Now I hear the sentence "I'm waiting for you" again, and I want to continue to protect Jin'an and do things, and I don't want to leave first.

Jin An was startled, wondering what important things Master Qing Xi had to say, and he needed to go to the underworld to tell him personally?

"Thank you." Jin An cupped his fists to express his thanks, and then started to get busy with what he was doing.

At this time, where the two of them were standing were hundreds of thousands of floating corpses on the Huangquan River. These floating corpses were piled on top of each other and were as smooth as if they were on the ground.

These are all lonely ghosts wandering on the road to hell. After death, they have no family members or descendants to help bury them. Their bodies are always exposed in the wilderness, so it is difficult for them to enter reincarnation.

Those who are struggling on the road to hell are also poor people.

"Senior, you have been working hard all your life, carrying people's corpses, and giving funerals to people for the last journey. In the end, there is no one to give funerals and bury you. Sigh, sigh, sigh. Today, I will let my juniors take care of your death and help you to be free. I hope Senior can still reincarnate."

Jin An solemnly stacked the skin bags of the ancestors of Beishi Village neatly. Next, he took out incense, candles, paper money and other items to commemorate the deceased from the stomach bag, and then burned them one by one to the skin bags of the ancestors of Beishi Village.

"With full merit and merit, I will enter the Immortal Class. All checkpoints will be given way! This funeral is not an ordinary funeral. The small road will be opened eight feet, and the main road will be opened two feet. I will borrow the road now and keep walking in the other direction as soon as I see it!"

"One cut will remove the disasters from heaven, and the four saints of the canopy will open the way for yin and yang creation; the second cut will remove the disasters from the earth, and the local households will turn into auspiciousness, and all demons will be scattered; the third cut will remove the disasters of humans, and everything will be prosperous! Heaven is unbridled, and earth is unbridled, and the year will be prosperous. No taboos, no taboos on the moon, no taboos on the sun, no taboos on the hour, everything will go well!”

The ancestor of the corpse-carrying village has read funeral eulogies for others countless times in his life. In the end, others used these funeral eulogies to send him off for the last time. This scene cannot help but make people sigh. The way of heaven is a cycle. Wherever there is decay, there is new life, and there are fallen leaves. When it rots, new branches sprout.

Jin An also took out a statue made of loess from the human stomach bag. It was exactly the statue of Tubo in Tubo Temple. It was lifelike, and the charm of Tubo seemed to be coming out of the clay statue.

Master Qing Xi's clear eyes showed a hint of surprise: "It turns out that you haven't been around Tubo Temple these days because you are copying the statue of Tubo."

Jin An nodded and smiled.

Afterwards, he solemnly placed the Tubo statue in front of the skin of the ancestor of the corpse-carrying village.

He visualized the Four Saints of the North Pole, Tianpeng Zhenjun, opening the altar to teach the Dharma.

Even if he is not possessed by the skin of the ancestor of Corpse Carrying Village, he can still visualize the Four Saints of the Arctic, Tianpeng Zhenjun, one of the four protectors of Taoism. This is the inheritance given to him by the ancestor of Corpse Carrying Village.

Then, the Four Saints of the North Pole, True Lord Tianpeng, shot out a divine light.

"Seventy-two Transformations of Taoist Magic"! The seventh transformation of Yin-walking Technique!

As soon as the Yin Walking Technique came out, the Four Saints of the Arctic, Tianpeng Zhenjun, personally opened the yin and yang for the ancestor of the corpse village. The Tubo statue in front of him was magically born. The seemingly ordinary loess fabricated the Tubo idea and rose up from the ground with great will. , descended into the little underworld.

The Four Saints of the Arctic, Tianpeng Zhenjun, recited merits and virtues and praised the life story of the ancestor of Beishi Village. He pushed the skin of the ancestor of Beishi Village into the world of great will behind the Tubo statue.

There was no obstruction on the way.

Tubo did not refuse.

Jin'an bent down towards the Tubo statue, clasped his fists, and saluted solemnly. Then the Four Saints of the Arctic, Tianpeng Zhenjun, offered the Tianpeng Talisman, once again exerted a magical power, and recited the "Sutra of Saving People" to complete the final step of salvation.

"Seventy-two Transformations of Taoist Magic"! The Eleventh Transformation and Transcendence Technique!

With the use of walking and transcendence techniques, the skin bag of the ancestor of the corpse-carrying village was successfully sent to the underworld. The mage's journey was already half complete. Jin An did not leave immediately. He promised to be a mage for seven days and must keep his word.

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Seven days later.

When Jin An and Qing Xi returned to the bank of the Huangquan River, everyone who had received the transmission notes from Qing Xi had already left first.

Jin An took out the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord from the human stomach bag, but saw the sad face of the evil god and asked what it meant?

The statue of the Thousand-Eyed Dao Lord expressed his bitterness: "Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, why don't you help the Tu Bo statue to move to a nest? Neither this Dao Lord nor that greedy and corrupt official can stand the gaze of Emperor Tu Bo every day. "

Jin An was amused: "You don't do anything immoral, and you are upright and not afraid of Tu Bo Zhao."

Even Qing Xi, the real person, had the corners of his mouth slightly raised, amused by the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Dao Lord.

well?

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue kept sighing and sighing along the way.

Jin An asked the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue to help with the main business first, to help them locate Taoist Zhanmu, Master Zunzhu and others, where are they now?

When it comes to the main business, the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue is not vague, and the thousands of eyes on its body open together, and use magical powers: "We are almost at the entrance of the passage."

"Everything is normal at the wooden nail dragon pile struck by lightning. The elders of Yujing Jinque and Tianshi Mansion who stayed at the entrance of the passage have learned that the master has returned and are all waiting eagerly."

Hearing that everything is normal, Jin An nodded, and praised the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue again, saying that this trip to the Taoist Huangting inner scene was really a good choice.

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue's eyes turned slyly: "Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, if you sincerely thank this Taoist for his hard work and great contributions, then help the Tubo Statue move to a new place?"

"No." Jin An rejected it outright.

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue flew to the side of Qingxi Zhenren and complained bitterly, blowing the wind in his ears.

Watching the one man and the evil god playing and fighting along the way, the atmosphere was relaxed and joyful. The corners of Qingxi Zhenren's mouth were raised higher and higher, and her eyes were bright, clearly reflecting the appearance of a person. The elegant and ethereal, indifferent and beautiful lonely fairy, became a little softer and more delicate, with bright eyes.

Just when the smile on Qingxi Zhenren's face increased, suddenly, Qingxi Zhenren froze in place, his face pale, and bloodless for a moment.

It was like the symptoms of a seriously ill person whose spirit was drained away.

Then, the cold fairy's eyes burst into tears, and pain and sadness appeared on her face. The brilliance in her eyes faded away, leaving only desolation and grayness.

Qingxi Zhenren's figure shook, and she fell weakly, and was supported by Jin An in time.

Qingxi Zhenren bit her lips until they bled, and her eyes were filled with extreme pain and sorrow: "I saw her again, and there was only endless loneliness and pain in her eyes..."

"It's the Shaoyang Bureau..."

"The Shaoyang Bureau has been broken..."

Jin'an hugged Qingxi Zhenren and shouted anxiously. Qingxi Zhenren had fallen into a coma, her face was so pale that it was distressing, her pair of thin eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her face was painful and sad, at this moment, she was experiencing great pain, and her whole body was cold.

Jin'an had the Yang Fire and Blood Qi of the martial arts immortal beating in his body, but it still couldn't maintain Qingxi Zhenren's body temperature, and his body was always as cold as stone.

Jin'an didn't know what happened to Qingxi Zhenren, but it was definitely related to the Shaoyang Bureau of Guixu Divine Realm. He picked up Qingxi Zhenren and rushed to the passage. Only Yujing Jinque or Guixu Divine Realm could save Qingxi Zhenren.

The statue of the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord flew around Qingxi Zhenren anxiously, constantly calling Qingxi Zhenren.