The night road is very long, and ordinary people walking on it will eventually look back.
Because the eyes cannot see or see clearly, the heart will naturally panic.
If you turn around quickly, the yang fire on your shoulders will easily go out. If you happen to run into a ghost, you will definitely fall flat on your face.
But walking at night is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is walking on the road to the underworld!
Uncle Jiu carried Russell on his back and walked silently on the road to the underworld. The surrounding area was filled with black fog, which seemed particularly eerie and terrifying.
It was as cold as walking on ice, and miserable cries came to my ears.
This is the road to the underworld. Living people can only reach the underworld through this road.
Uncle Jiu concentrated and calmed himself, walked with his head down, not looking left or right. The place was filled with black fog. It was the rule of the underworld that living people were not allowed to look there.
If you want to see it, you can naturally see it once you open your Dharma Eyes, but it is hard to say whether your eyes can be preserved or not.
There were also some strange flowers on the roadside, which were exceptionally beautiful. Uncle Jiu was extremely alert to them, holding his breath, not daring to touch them at all.
The most vicious and evil thing in the world is the most beautiful thing.
As long as you get a little bit of it, all the troubles in the world will be thrown away, and you will be free from worries and desires.
A little bit of this flower would be added to Meng Po's soup. After tens of thousands of reincarnations, no one could decipher the secret of the womb.
Looking at these flowers, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but look back at Russell. He remembered a joke Russell had made!
"Master, when I was reincarnated, there was a person in front of me with green hair. He drank three large pots of Meng Po soup before he forgot his past life."
"It was my turn, so Meng Po brought me a bowl of water!"
When Uncle Jiu thought of this, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
A strange thought came to my mind: what would happen if Meng Po drank Meng Po soup
He continued walking along the underworld road. The lights ahead were bright and the black fog gradually dissipated, revealing a huge bronze palace.
"City God Temple!"
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, lingered at the door for a long time, and then walked in with Russell on his back.
The City God Temple was not empty. On the contrary, it was bustling with people coming and going.
Of course, it is not accurate to say that they are people. To be precise, they are all ghosts, or called yinchai.
They were all dressed in black robes, carrying sticks on their shoulders, dragging chains behind them, holding jade books in one hand and pinching magic spells with the other.
People were walking back and forth in a hurry, the voices of orders were always ringing, they were so busy that they didn't seem to have any free time at all.
Uncle Jiu has long been accustomed to it. Nowadays, there are more and more people every day. Due to the chaos and constant wars, there are piles of dead ghosts.
These ghost messengers naturally run themselves into a rage, collecting souls and transferring the souls of the dead every day according to the assigned tasks.
Precisely because the task is too busy, Taoist priests and monks will help to liberate the souls of the dead and gain good karma. They are equivalent to half a Yinchai.
If you do a good job and accumulate a lot of good karma, after you die, you may be able to directly become a ghost messenger. If you have a lot of good karma, you can even find some other job!
This way, you can wash away your sins much faster than busying yourself outside the gates of hell, and you can accumulate more good karma. In the next life, you can also find a good family and suffer less.
Over the years, the underworld has already opened up a private customization function. As long as one has done good deeds, one's family background, appearance, height, weight, whether one will suffer from a serious illness, or whether one will die young in the next life will all be arranged for him.
One is fate, two is luck, three is feng shui, four is accumulating good deeds, and five is reading. These are the benefits of accumulating good deeds!
As soon as Uncle Jiu walked into the hall, he immediately attracted the attention of all the ghosts. He was a spirit, not a ghost, and he had human aura on him.
The ghost officials stared at Uncle Jiu silently. This was the City God Temple, and they hadn't seen a living person for a long time.
It's really bold for a living person to go to the underworld!
Soon, these evil spirits knew where Uncle Jiu got the courage from.
A clear voice rang out, "Who was I thinking? It turned out to be you, Xiao Fengjiao. I, your uncle, have been the City God for such a long time, and you never came to see me!"
At the end of the hall, on the table, a woman in a gorgeous black robe was half lying there, looking at Uncle Jiu with strange eyes, and two Yin officials were serving her.
This short sentence instantly made all the Yinchai suddenly realize what was going on. They lowered their heads silently, their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts.
He is another one from Maoshan, whose soul can go down to the underworld, and he is so loved by the City God. He has a bright future!
Maybe in a few decades, he will be your superior.
Someone down there is going to die soon!
They thought so, but Uncle Jiu didn't think so. He looked embarrassed and hesitated to move forward.
"call!"
A breeze blew by, and a figure appeared in front of him. It was the woman who had just been lying on the table.
"Lin Jiu meets Junior Uncle-Master!"
“Hehehe!”
The woman snorted, her attention completely not on Uncle Jiu. She stretched out her jade hand and pinched little Russell's face with her fingers skillfully.
The sleeping little Russell groaned when he was pinched.
The woman's eyes sparkled as she looked at Uncle Jiu with a reproachful expression, "Really? You received such an interesting little apprentice, but you didn't even bring him to show your uncle!"
As she said that, she couldn't help but rubbed Russell's little face with her hands again, "Hehe, this little face is so smooth, much better than when you were Xiao Fengjiao!"
Uncle Jiu looked embarrassed and didn't want to mention the tragic event in his childhood at all. It was a psychological trauma in his life.
Under the hands of the female devil Junior Master, he had been dressed up as a girl several times. If the master hadn't discovered something was wrong and angrily rebuked Junior Master, Uncle Jiu would have...
Let’s not talk about the past!
Seeing that his junior uncle liked Russell very much, Uncle Jiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he liked him, that's good. As long as he liked him, things would be much easier.
As the City God, although the Junior Uncle Master’s cultivation is not high, he is only at the seventh level of Earth Master. However, with the blessing of the City God’s deity and the power of incense and vows, he is no less than an ordinary Heavenly Master!
He can use magical powers and various incense magics at will. With the blessing of incense, his practice can make great progress.
Whether in heaven or hell, every deity position was fought over by the monks, and there was even a farce where the younger generations competed with their ancestors twelve generations ago.
The competition among monks is so brutal, not to mention the ghost messengers. Only one out of ten thousand people can jump up a level, the others will either continue to be ghost messengers, reincarnate, or be eliminated!
Being a ghost messenger is also risky. There are always some foolish young men who think that God is the boss and he is the second in command, and they want to defy the will of heaven and change their fate and interfere in the affairs of the underworld.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but think of the monkey that his great-grandmaster mentioned. No, that Monkey King. He broke through the underworld without any problem and even became a Buddha!
Don't ask.
The question is, there is someone behind you, no, there is someone in the sky, no, there is someone in the west!
He couldn't help but sigh, with envy in his eyes. To him, Buddha was an unattainable existence.
Forget about the Buddha, even the lowest threshold to transcend this small world, Heavenly Master, and Uncle Jiu don’t know if they can reach it in this lifetime!
Even if I can't achieve it, my little disciple will definitely be able to achieve it!
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but look back at little Russell, his face full of pride and satisfaction.
This is my apprentice!
"Not bad!" The more the woman looked at Russell, the happier she became. "Much better than your two previous disciples. Haven't you kicked those two disciples out of your sect yet?"
"cough!"
Uncle Jiu coughed lightly. Although he was already used to Junior Uncle's shocking remarks, he still couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"Uncle Junior, not yet. After all, he is my disciple. For so many years, I..."
"hehe!"
The woman snorted, "I told you to kick them out of the sect a long time ago. They are a disgrace to the sect. They have no talent for cultivation, are unwilling to work hard, and are not mentally strong. Don't say you are Maoshan's disciples outside!"
Uncle Jiu was so embarrassed that he didn't say anything and didn't dare to refute. He might be hung up and spanked!
He handed the Seven Star Sword wrapped in yellow paper to the woman, "Little Master, please take a look. I suspect someone wants to take over another body and be reborn!"
"No!"
The woman shook her head. "I've known since you entered the hall that there's nothing abnormal about your little disciple. I can't tell the reason, but it's definitely not reincarnation!"
She frowned slightly, and finally shook her head, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it, I'll just ask Master directly, how easy it is!"
The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He had known that this would happen. Junior Master's lazy nature hadn't changed over the years!
"I have something to tell you. We will meet after thousands of miles. Old Master, please don't sleep!"
Listening to this improper mantra, all the ghost messengers in the hall lowered their heads; they heard nothing.
"Xuanjing, Xuanjing, open!"
The woman waved her sleeves, a wave came, the air waved like the water surface, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.
On the other side of the mirror is a hall filled with incense, solemn and majestic.
In the main hall, thirty-six large pillars with dragon patterns are particularly eye-catching. In the middle stands a large bronze tripod with three long incense sticks seven or eight meters high stuck on it, from which curls of green smoke slowly emerge.
And in the sky, there was an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.
This is the former Heavenly Master of Maoshan who has always been in charge of Maoshan, and now the Grand Elder of Maoshan!
He suddenly opened his eyes, as if lightning was jumping inside. Even though Uncle Jiu was thousands of miles away, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes and dared not look directly at them.
"Lin Fengjiao greets the Grandmaster!"
"What is it?"
"Something happened to my young disciple. We, the younger generation, have little magical power and are unable to do anything."
The Great Elder glanced at Uncle Nine. He had been practicing in seclusion for many years, and he had only met some of the disciples once or twice.
Unless you become a Heavenly Master, you will end up being an ant!
Each time he went into seclusion, it would be decades. He would open his eyes and close them again, and he had no idea how many generations of Maoshan disciples had passed.
The Great Elder's eyes fell on Russell, and instantly a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but utter something.
"good!"
The woman couldn't help but ask, "Master, what happened to him? I don't think he has been possessed by another spirit!"
"This is his fate!"
The great elder said slowly, "He was reincarnated and forgot about the mundane world, but he happened to encounter something from his previous life and awakened his wisdom!"
Uncle Jiu was startled and asked hurriedly, "Master, does Little Russell have any influence?"
Awakening one's innate wisdom is not a good thing. The Arhat who subdues the dragon was reincarnated as Li Xiuyuan. Eighteen years later, he awakened one day, and when the dragon was subdued and returned, Li Xiuyuan was gone!
You know, little Russell is only eight years old now, and Uncle Jiu was deeply worried about him.
"No problem." The elder looked a little strange, "Has he met the great-grandmaster?"
"Exactly!"
Uncle Jiu said respectfully, "The great uncle-master really likes little Russell. He passed down the Maoshan protective spell and said that if Russell can enter Shangqing Cave in three years, the great uncle-master will find a job for him."
"good!"
The Great Elder showed his delight. Maoshan has been passed down for thousands of years and has many disciples, but there are only a dozen or so people serving as officials in the underworld!
Over the past thousand years, there have been only a handful of Heavenly Masters who have emerged from Mount Mao. There are no more than thirty-four Heavenly Masters in Inner Mao and only four Heavenly Masters in Outer Mao. Among these thirty-eight, twenty-one have gone to the Heaven Beyond Heaven, to a bigger world.
Of the remaining seventeen people, four are practicing in Maoshan, thirteen are serving as officials in the underworld, and the highest-ranking one is the judge of the underworld!
But my uncle-master does not belong to Maoshan, but comes from the outer world and is just traveling in this small world.
The Great Elder was delighted to win the favor of his uncle-master. He looked at Russell again and found that the more he looked at the little kid, the more he liked him.
"How old are you this year?"
"Eight is real and nine is false."
"How high is your cultivation level?"
"Human Master Yajō."
"good!"
The Great Elder nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that the next generation of Maoshan will produce a Heavenly Master. It has been nearly two hundred years, and the younger generation nowadays is really becoming more and more useless!"
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but lower his head, and the junior uncle beside him turned his head away in embarrassment. The more you practice, the harder it becomes. Every time you break through a level, it's like the difference between heaven and earth.
"Don't worry, his soul is protected by the power of my junior uncle. This will be good for him and he will wake up soon. It's just that he has some extra inheritance!"
The Great Elder suddenly narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why does he still carry the thunder method of Longhu Mountain?"
Uncle Jiu was happy just now, but was frightened out of his wits in an instant. This problem is both small and big.
He said carefully, "I have not learned many secret techniques of Maoshan, and it just so happens that the old Heavenly Master likes this child very much, so."
The Great Elder had a blank expression on his face, and he no longer had any anger in his heart. Although Uncle Nine was a disciple of Maoshan, he had already left the mountain.
At that time, there might not even be any geomancers. Now, one’s cultivation level is only the second or third level of geomancer, and one cannot get in touch with too many Maoshan secret techniques.
There are too many Maoshan secret techniques. Even a genius can only specialize in five or six of them, and a normal person can only specialize in one!
"Why don't you go back to Maoshan?"
Uncle Nine remained silent. The Great Elder frowned. He was an experienced man who already had the answer in his mind. He glanced at Junior Uncle Master and asked, "Is there anyone fighting for power in Maoshan now?"
The junior master put his hands behind his back, hesitating and not daring to say a word.
"snort!"
The elder's eyes were cold, "Don't worry, I will personally watch the Maoshan Competition in three years. It's time to eliminate some people!"
"And that old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, humph, he has a nice idea, to seduce the genius from Mount Mao!"
The great elder waved his fingers, and the mirror in front of him began to fluctuate, and two books appeared out of thin air.
"One is the Nine Palace Order."
"The other one is the Maoshan Yinxing Sword Technique, which is just right for the Seven Star Sword!"
Junior Master Uncle looked horrified, "Grandmaster, the Seven Killers of Gods and Ghosts..."
She hesitated to speak. This secret technique was extremely powerful, envied by the gods, had extremely strict requirements on people, and had huge side effects!
"Don't worry, this secret technique has been modified by your great-grandmaster, and its power has been reduced. It has been changed from seven moves to nine moves. It is now called the Nine Palaces Order, and it is considered the most advanced secret technique in Maoshan!"
Uncle Jiu looked delighted.
"Let him practice well, don't let that old Taoist think that we at Maoshan don't have any secret techniques!"
"Yes, Great Elder!"
The Great Elder was silent for a while, then threw the mirror with his right hand again. A ray of golden light passed through the mirror and landed directly in Uncle Jiu's hand.
It's a golden token!
He only said quietly, "If anyone tries to harm him, I will personally take action to clean up the mess and suppress him on the stone steps of Mount Mao, for thousands of people to trample on!"
“Grand Elder!”
"Go ahead. The thousand-year catastrophe is approaching, and our Maoshan cannot be without a living Heavenly Master!"
"yes!"
…
That night, Russell woke up from a trance and found his uncle humming a little tune happily and pacing back and forth in front of him.
"woke up?"
Russell nodded!
"Here are these two books of secret techniques. You must practice them well. They are great treasures."
Russell looked at the two books of Maoshan secrets and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, where did this come from? Why didn't I see it before?"
"It fell from the sky."
Russell: (￣▽￣)
You are fooling the children!