Chapter 152 Uncle Master, I Have a Bold Idea! (Subscribe)

As the voice fell, the golden light gradually dissipated, and the golden lotus gradually disappeared.

Yang Ling was slightly confused.

He was prepared for the golden light of merit just now. After all, he did help a little and contributed to maintaining the stability of the six reincarnations.

It was just a small matter, so there was no need for a saint to invite him personally, right?

Could it be that there was something else when he was called to go?

He didn't know much about this Pingxin Niangniang, he only knew that she was Hou Tu Niangniang, one of the twelve ancestor witches. Because she felt that the heaven and earth were imperfect and there was no place for the living beings in the world to reincarnate, this ancestor witch sacrificed herself with great compassion, merged with the earth, and turned into the six reincarnations.

From then on, there was reincarnation in the prehistoric world, and all living beings could be reincarnated after death instead of becoming lonely ghosts.

And there was also a Pingxin Niangniang in the underworld, who could never leave the netherworld forever.

It is said that this Lady Pingxin is a saint of merit and virtue, and has the same power as a saint in the netherworld.

At this time, Meng Xiang beside him cast an inquiring look at him, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes, and her voice was full of excitement: "Shangxian, I am going to Pingxin Palace to pay homage to the lady now, do you want to go with me?"

Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then nodded gently, "Since the lady summoned me, I will naturally go to pay homage."

The Taoist palace of Lady Pingxin is not in Fengdu City, but on the peak of Luofeng Mountain, where a magnificent Taoist palace stands.

The surrounding precious light is lingering, sacred and extraordinary, and the strands of Taoist essence are overflowing and condensed into a heavy authentic holy light.

With Meng Xiang as a guide, Yang Ling is not afraid of getting lost. He rides on the auspicious cloud directly across the sky above Fengdu City and heads towards the peak of Luofeng Mountain, which is 2,600 miles high.

Along the way, his divine sense detected many immortals and gods, all of whom looked at him with curiosity and envy.

Perhaps these immortals and gods came to Huangquan Secret Realm to search for treasures.

For them, the golden light of merit that Yang Ling had just obtained was enough to make them salivate.

In addition to these immortals and gods, Yang Ling also sensed many Wu people who had no mana fluctuations in their bodies but had a strong aura.

Soon, the two came to a magnificent Taoist palace.

This Taoist palace was magnificent and seemed to be able to accommodate the entire Fengdu City. Various mysterious runes were carved on the huge stone door, emitting a faint light.

As the two arrived, the door of the palace slowly opened, and a solemn and solemn atmosphere came to their faces. Yang Ling and Meng Xiang looked at each other, and then stepped into the hall step by step, without looking away the whole time.

Even so, he could sense that a woman in a luxurious long dress was sitting on a high throne, exuding a supreme and noble aura.

She is the Empress Pingxin, the supreme being in the netherworld.

"Empress!"

Meng Xiang knelt down respectfully, muttering something to express her respect for the Empress.

Yang Ling also bowed respectfully, "I have been asked to pay my respects to my uncle, and I wish my uncle a long life."

"Get up, no need to be polite."

Empress Pingxin's voice was unexpectedly gentle, soft and sticky, and very pleasant to the ear.

Yang Ling straightened his back and looked up at Empress Pingxin.

She was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face, like a peony blooming in the dark in the quiet hall.

The eyes of the Queen Mother Pingxin swept over the two of them and said softly: "Meng Xiang, you are compassionate and developed the Forget Worry Soup to help the dead souls get rid of the shackles of the previous life. Now I grant you the merits and virtues to guide the dead souls."

The voice paused, and then looked at Yang Ling and said: "Because you guide the good karma, the merits are small, but they should not be underestimated. You will definitely gain a lot in the future if you do good deeds and accumulate virtues in the world."

Yang Ling looked strange, thinking: How do you know that I have gained a lot?

In fact, this time when he helped Meng Xiang to make the Forget Worry Soup, in addition to the golden light of merit bestowed by the Queen Mother Pingxin, the biggest gain actually came from the system reward.

The moment the Forget Worry Soup was recognized by the Queen Mother Pingxin, he also received a system prompt-[Daily Good Deed Task Completed]

[Task Evaluation: Legend]

[Please receive your reward]

[1. Instantly restore to the best state]

[2. Random boutique blind box +1]

[3. Free attribute points +100]

...

Yang Ling was not surprised at all.

After all, although he only helped a little, he affected countless beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths!

It was like standing on a giant, he could pick the fruit from the tree without much effort.

Although he paid very little, he did not delay the huge harvest!

This also made Yang Ling's mind move.

Such opportunities are extremely rare. It is necessary to involve countless beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths to obtain a large amount of merit and system rewards. Such opportunities are not available at ordinary times.

But at this moment in the netherworld, Yang Ling felt that such opportunities are everywhere!

All the way from the Ghost Gate, he found that this underworld managed by the witch clan had many problems, just like the forget-worry soup, there are many opportunities for improvement.

Any improvement is a good deed that benefits countless beings, so how can the reward be less?

At this time, Lady Pingxin took the initiative to speak.

Her eyes were like a deep pool, staring at Yang Ling quietly, as if she wanted to see through his heart, "Nephew, what do you want in this underworld?"

Yang Ling's heart moved, and he answered directly and frankly: "Master, I heard that there is a supreme treasure hidden in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm. I wonder if the legendary Hongmeng Purple Qi really exists here?"

Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, as if she was not surprised by this answer.

"Back then, Daoist Hongyun died in the underworld. If he really possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it is indeed possible that he was hidden in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm.

However, the Yellow Spring Secret Realm has been opened many times so far, and the immortals and gods of the three realms have come here to search, but they have never been able to see it."

Yang Ling understood what Empress Pingxin meant - the possibility of the existence of Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is very small, infinitely close to zero!

Yang Ling has become accustomed to this answer.

In fact, in this era, not many people believe that Ancestor Hongyun really possesses the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

If it really exists, how could there be no movement after so many years?

"Thank you for your advice, Empress." Yang Ling thanked respectfully.

Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, then turned to Meng Xiang, "When the Yellow Spring Secret Realm opens, you can take him there and show him the way."

Meng Xiang responded immediately, with a hint of excitement on her face, "Yes, Empress."

Yang Ling bowed deeply to Empress Pingxin again, and thanked her solemnly: "Thank you, Uncle Master."

Empress Pingxin's eyes stayed on Yang Ling for a moment, and she asked softly and with some meaning: "Nephew, you come from the human world, have been to the Heaven, and now you are in the underworld. I wonder what impression you have of my underworld compared to the Heaven?"

Hearing this question, Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he vaguely guessed the intention of Empress Pingxin to invite him here.

He pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "Since you asked me, I will tell you everything."

After putting on his armor first, he formally said: "Heaven and Hell, one is governed by Heaven, and the other is governed by Hell. They are essentially different.

But if we really compare, Hell is far from Heaven, and it is also very different from what I originally thought!"

He talked about all the chaotic scenes he saw on the road, especially the chaos of the six reincarnations, which he repeatedly mentioned as the key point.

"Since you divide the six paths into the upper six paths and the lower six paths, you naturally cannot let the dead souls rely on luck to reincarnate. This will not be of any benefit to the stability of the three realms and six paths."

Meng Xiang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help showing some surprise and confusion on her face when she heard Yang Ling's evaluation of the Hell.

Empress Pingxin waved her hand gently, signaling Meng Xiang to leave the hall.

Although Meng Xiang was puzzled, she did not dare to disobey the will of the Empress, so she had to bow respectfully and slowly retreat.

When the palace door closed, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and dull.

Empress Pingxin's eyes were like autumn water, deep and clear. She looked directly at Yang Ling and asked slowly: "Since my nephew has seen all the drawbacks in the underworld, I wonder if there is any good plan to rectify the underworld and make the six reincarnations more fair and orderly?"

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly. He knew that this was a rare opportunity. Not only could he help the underworld solve the problem, but he could also accumulate merits and system rewards for himself.

But he still had a question. Empress Pingxin seemed too proactive!

He looked at Empress Pingxin and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, someone else should have mentioned the drawbacks of the underworld to you before, right?"

Empress Pingxin nodded, and a trace of appreciation flashed in her eyes. "My nephew is quick-witted and saw the mystery at once. No wonder he was accepted by Senior Brother Taiqing."

"Uncle Master, thank you." Yang Ling said politely, and then stopped talking.

Lady Pingxin understood what he meant and smiled, "Before, a disciple of the Western Religion named Dizang came here and proposed to open eighteen hells in the underworld, specifically to punish those guilty souls and make them receive the retribution they deserve..."

When Yang Ling heard this, he immediately understood the cause and effect.

Obviously, the Western Religion has set its sights on the underworld and wants to incorporate the underworld into the system of the Western Religion to achieve the effect of expansion.

Lady Pingxin may still be hesitant now, so after seeing him coming, she invited him to the Pingxin Hall...

Is this trying to cooperate with other religions, or is she trying to sell at a high price?

Yang Ling was a little unsure of Lady Pingxin's thoughts, but he also knew that if the Western Religion succeeded, these opportunities to earn rewards would be lost in vain!

Thinking of this, he said without hesitation: "Uncle, I have a bold idea! Maybe it can help the underworld to clean up the accumulated problems, and it can also give all the Wu people living in the underworld a good home!"

Lady Pingxin raised her eyebrows slightly, "What can my nephew do?"

"Heaven and earth merge!"