He grabbed a bowl of soup from the boiling cauldron and urged it to pour the ghosts down.
Wuxi smiled and retreated silently.
Next to the Naihe Bridge, there is an adjacent bridge, which looks the same, as if they are living together.
Only one is for the ghosts who are reincarnated in reincarnation, and the other is for those who don't have to reincarnate and live in Fengdu.
There are not only ghosts in Fengdu, but many messy fairies and ghosts are active in this cold and cold Fengdu, which does not know how many people can be accommodated.
The majestic atmosphere built by Yin Law Division, and the stone slabs paved with black jade stretched all the way into the hall. Standing outside the hall, looking at the more than a dozen steps, the surroundings became colder and smaller.
Under the stone-carved cornices, the fierce and vicious faces were squeezed into a ball, and the Yin Qi from the Wangchuan River surrounded Yin Lisi, as if it could condense into a solid body. The majestic and majestic and exquisite created by the palace are the blue tiles on the palace, which are also carved with flying dragons and beasts one by one. In the center of the spacious and flat jade slab, on a tall sacrificial platform, under the soaring stone pillars, there is a lifelike beast, Xuanwu, coiled around.
Xuanwu looks like a snake but not a snake, like a turtle but not a ghost. The snake was raised up, coiled on the pillar, with sharp eyes and vicious fangs in its huge mouth. The ingenious skill of this basaltic weapon showed ten percent of the unwillingness and anger of this basalt being unwilling to be crushed under the giant pillar.
Every time I came here, I was stunned by the buildings in front of me. Yan Xi looked around obsessively. At first, when he recovered, he heard a voice floating in the hall, "Yan Xi, come here, stand again. Staying outside the temple, do you want me to greet you personally?"
The voice was extremely young, and every time she thought of the four great judges of the underworld and the Pluto in the scriptures described by Yang Jian as evil and evil, she couldn't help but laugh.
She smiled, her pale lips bend, and she walked up the stairs and stepped into the hall.
The man above the main hall wore a red robe, the color comparable to the invisible flowers on the bank of Wangchuan River, and the red color was dizzying. The clothes are carved with auspicious clouds and beasts, and a lifelike basalt is coiled on the red robe.
Seeing her coming in, Cui Pan frowned in dissatisfaction with his sword eyebrows, and flicked his wide robe sleeves, "Yeah, Xi, you are late again. I have been waiting for you for a long time." He leaned in the hall. On the seat above, holding her cheeks and hooking her fingers at her dissatisfied, "Is my wine okay? You know that the time is expensive, this time, how much wine would you use to compensate me?"
Yan Xi squinted at him with picturesque brows, and asked Cui Pan to look at him in a daze. He coughed twice, a flash, the afterimage passed by, and he arrived in front of Yan Xi, lifted the basket on the top of his head and forgot to glance at the blue cloth.
"One, two, three, four, one..." The pale, well-maintained fingers were long and slender, repeated the count twice, and suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Why is there one less bottle? We said yes, but five bottles. You have learned to lie!"
Cui Pan is handsome, and there is no such horrible thing in the Yangjian script. But this is only limited to appearance. Cui Pan can be ranked first among the four judges, and his thoughts are deep, beyond ordinary people can see.
Facing Cui Pan's reproach, Yanxi nodded repeatedly, and then explained to him that she met Po Meng when passing through the Naihe Bridge, and only then gave her a bottle. He also agreed to many lions' requests for big mouths, which made Cui Pan smile.