To be honest, although the little-headed ghost always said that Jianchou was a demon, this was actually only based on the damage she had caused in the Polar Region. And he was not the only ghost who said that, everyone said that.
He really didn't think Jianchou was a bad person.
Didn't he get a lot of benefits because he saved Jianchou? So after eighty years, although he felt that Jianchou was much more frightening, he didn't think she could do anything to him.
But who would have thought that she would suddenly say such a thing!
Kill ghosts at every turn!
The small-headed ghost felt cold all over, and subconsciously hugged the big-headed ghost beside him tightly, trembling and saying, "Great, Great Master, how could you do this?"
"Isn't that right?"
Of course Jianchou was just teasing them. She was not a bloodthirsty person. It was just that this little ghost was too active and would not behave himself unless he was scared. That was why she still had a stern face.
"You said you would rather die than go, so if you die then that's just fine."
"I… "
To survive, or to die
Die this way or die that way...
At that time, he would not have died if he could have died later! How can a ghost in this world not have to lower his head for life? m.166xs.cc
The other party is strong and I am weak, so I'd better kneel down obediently.
The little ghost is about to cry.
He looked at Jianchou's expressionless face, which didn't seem to be joking at all, and then looked at Qu Zhengfeng who didn't seem to be a good guy. In the end, he accepted his fate very wisely. That flattering smile reappeared on his face, as if those words of rejection had never come out of his mouth before. He said, "I, the little ghost, am loyal to the great master Jianchou. Of course, I will go through fire and water for you! What's the point of the surname Zhang? Let alone you want to invite Zhang Pan, even if you want to invite the Lord of Hell, the little ghost will hold this head in his hand to help you invite them over!"
Well, you're being smooth-talking again.
At this moment, Jianchou really wanted to change his words and said, "Then let's not invite Zhang Tang but invite King Qin Guang instead." However, seeing the pitiful looks of the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, he couldn't bear to scare them.
He just smiled and said, "Don't be so funny, I'm in a hurry."
"Whatever you want to tell me, Datou and I will leave the Eighteen Layers of Hell and go to the city to talk to Master Zhang."
The little-headed ghost, who has already recognized the current situation, no longer holds any hope.
He and the big-headed ghost had been hiding here for decades in order to avoid Zhang Tang's attempt to silence them. Now they were going to be summoned before Zhang Tang, so of course they didn't need to hide anymore and getting out was not a problem either.
All that’s left is to see what letter Chou wants to bring.
Qu Zhengfeng naturally didn't know anything about Zhang Tang and Zhang Geng. He just listened silently from the beginning to the end. He only vaguely heard that Zhang Tang knew Jianchou and had done some things together. Now he was the chief judge and a famous figure under King Qin Guang of the Yama Palace in the Eight Directions of the Jiyu Realm.
Jianchou will take care of his own affairs.
At this moment he just watched and didn't interrupt.
Jianchou pondered for a moment and thought of many excuses, but in the end, he thought of the many things about Mr. Zhang, who could be considered an acquaintance, and finally shook his head and gave up the idea.
When Zhang Tang was on an isolated island on earth, he was a powerful official and was by no means stupid.
She smiled faintly and said to the little ghost: "No need to say anything more, just tell him that my old friend has arrived and I am waiting for him here in the Eighteenth Level of Hell."
Is it that simple
The little-headed ghost was a little stunned. He didn't understand how such simple words could have any effect. He thought that if he were Zhang Tang, he would definitely not cause such a big trouble.
But no matter what he thought in his heart, he didn't dare say it out loud.
At that moment, he looked at Jianchou carefully and confirmed: "Just this one sentence?"
"That's all."
Jianchou was extremely sure, so he waved his hand and signaled that the two of them could set out to deliver the message. However, at the last moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked them to stop.
"Wait, you have been hiding in the Eighteen Layers of Hell for these years. Do you know anything about the Mist Fairy in the City of Wrongful Death? Is she still in the city?"
"I don't know about that."
Obviously, although this Fairy in the Mist was very powerful in the past, he has been quiet over the years. The Big-Headed Ghost and the Small-Headed Ghost are not important figures, not to mention that they have stayed in a remote place like the Eighteen Levels of Hell for decades, so they are even more ignorant.
This answer was within Jianchou's expectations.
But she thought about it and always had many guesses about this powerful person hidden in the extreme realm. Also, because she had received a lot of favors from this senior in the past, she decided to give it a try.
She took out a jade slip and tapped it lightly with her fingertips.
A soft white light was suddenly injected.
Then he handed the scroll to the little ghost and said, "After you meet Zhang Tang, go to the old alleys of the former Wrongful Death City to look for him. If Senior Wu Zhongxian is still here, please pass this scroll on for me. What happens next will have nothing to do with you."
Although he doubted whether he would be alive again to deliver the letter to the old man after meeting Zhang Tang, since Chou had given the order, the little ghost had no choice but to put aside his doubts, took the jade slip, and looked at it twice with great curiosity before putting it away. Then he asked, "Shall we leave then?"
"Go ahead."
Timing waits for no one, so it is better to act sooner rather than later.
Jianchou nodded to indicate that they could leave, and then watched the two heads, one big and one small, disappear at the entrance of the cave and go towards the exit of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
After the two ghosts left, Qu Zhengfeng finally asked, "Who is the Fairy in the Mist?"
This small stone chamber was dark and gloomy, with only a few rays of dim sunlight unique to the polar regions coming in through the cave entrance. Grass clippings and dust floated in the air, and the smell of stale decay filled the air.
Jianchou looked for a while and then turned around.
When Qu Zhengfeng asked this question, she had already slightly frowned her long and delicate eyebrows and began to consider, but finally said: "I don't know the true identity of this senior, but if my guess is correct, His Majesty the Sword Emperor should have some connection with this person."
"origin?"
This answer was somewhat beyond Qu Zhengfeng's expectations. He frowned and a sharp look like a sword being unsheathed appeared on his face. He turned his head and stared at Jianchou.
Jianchou laughed: "It's a long story if I tell you more..."
The sky of the Eighteen Layers of Hell is even gloomier than the sky of the evil land on the ground. It is just too empty and quiet, with withered grass all over the sky, the dead jungle inhabits the dangers left over from the ancient times, and the sleeping ruins conceal the cruel secrets of the passage of time.
The figures of the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost have disappeared in the distance.
In the vast evil land of the polar region, there is no Gobi desert or yellow sand in the center, but it is flat and peaceful until the horizon where dark clouds are surging, when things become dangerous.
A hundred miles outside the Ghost Gate, thousands of houses are rising from the ground.
The monks from the Nineteen Continents were stationed here.
For the monks, building temporary houses is extremely convenient and simple even in the polar regions. They have been deadlocked in front of the gates of hell for nearly ten days, so all the houses in the base have already been stacked up, and they look quite magnificent at first glance.
The boundary is fifty miles outside the Ghost Gate. Inside the boundary is the extreme evil land, surging with the Yin energy of the earth. Outside the boundary, one can feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is completely different from the Yin energy of the earth.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is unique to the Nineteen Continents.
The battle between the Nineteen Continents and the Polar Region is essentially to regain the control of reincarnation that was snatched away by the Polar Region, but the key to victory lies in the confrontation between the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the Yin energy of the earth.
All the places occupied by the group of cultivators from the Nineteen Continents have formations connected to the outside world. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surges up and gradually squeezes the space of the earth's Yin Hua, thus creating a better combat environment for the cultivators who rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice. Of course, it can also continuously squeeze the territory of the ghost cultivators in the extreme regions.
But now I'm stuck at the gates of hell and can't go any further.
Many powerful monks couldn't help but feel distressed when they thought about it.
As a large sect with profound cultural heritage in the Central Region, and having prepared for today's Yin-Yang World War for eleven generations, Kunwu Yashan has its own special people who brought a lot of space magic tools that can be transformed into caves. When they arrived here, they didn't need to do anything, but just chanted the magic formula and threw it on the ground, and it would become a cave that was either majestic or exquisite.
The temporary meeting hall during wartime was also transformed from a magical instrument.
At this moment, Zhenren Hengxu was standing in this hall, looking at the map of the polar regions floating in the hall with a frown on his face.
Obviously, the current situation of being unable to conquer the city for a long time is not optimistic.
But the Fudaoshan man sitting at the other end didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. In front of him was a huge white jade plate with a lot of chicken leg bones piled on it, proving that he had been sitting here and gnawing for a long time.
At first glance, it seems to be no different from the past.
But Master Hengxu knew clearly that things were different, many things were different. Ever since Qu Zhengfeng proposed to go to the Snow Region with Jianchou in Tomorrow Star Sea, he had already sensed something was wrong, but he didn't think anything serious would happen at the time, so he didn't stop them, but acquiesced.
Who would have thought that today...
The Polar Region and the Nineteen Continents seem to belong to the Yin and Yang realms, and it was difficult to communicate with each other in the past. But now the Ghost Gate of Dongji has been forcibly opened by them. It is not as convenient as before to travel between the two places to get the news of the Nineteen Continents, but it is not impossible.
Half an hour ago, someone came to tell him that the Mingri Xinghai cultivators and the Yashan cultivators who had previously launched a surprise attack on the Snow Region were all gathered in Yashan. Yashan's eldest sister Jianchou appeared for a moment and then disappeared without a trace with Qu Zhengfeng. It seemed that those gathered cultivators were also about to set off somewhere.
The timing was too sensitive to allow for any doubt.
He stared at the map of the Jiyu Territory for a long time, and finally closed his eyes, sighed, and said, "You and I have known each other for more than a thousand years, but you are still brooding over what happened in the Jiyu Territory back then, and you are unwilling to let it go, and you are unwilling to believe in Kunwu anymore."
believe
Fudaoshanren casually threw the gnawed chicken bones into the plate, wiped his hands with his dirty Taoist robe which was no longer recognizable in its original color, and then looked up at Hengxu.
There was no way to tell whether there was joy or anger in the voice.
"The fallen heroes of Yashan are all watching from the Thousand Cultivators' Tomb. Even if I want to believe you, I don't have the courage."
Yashan, the heroic souls of thousands of cultivators!
Zhenren Hengxu felt depressed in his heart, because he didn't know what Fudao and Yashan were up to behind the scenes. In addition, the Kunwu hundred-year catastrophe indicated by the Zhoutian star formation was approaching, so it was difficult to suppress the suspicion and anxiety in his heart.
He slowly opened his eyes, and a rare haze flashed across his eyes that were usually insightful. "Fu Dao, I explained this to you eleven generations ago. It was my fault for not noticing what happened back then, which led to Junior Brother Shen making a big mistake, missing the opportunity to fight, and implicated Yashan. Now the war between the Yin and Yang worlds has restarted, and the situation is stalemate, but you find it hard to let go of the old hatred. I'm afraid that this war will be affected by the stalemate between you and me, and between our two sects! Back then, I made a big mistake because of a single thought, and I've been feeling sad for eleven generations. Will Brother Fu Dao make the same mistake today and make another big mistake because of this single thought?"
"Just a thought?"
Fu Dao heard that his words were indeed sincere and he was trying hard to suppress his displeasure, but the four words "a difference of one thought" sounded really harsh! He couldn't help but sneer, stood up with his sleeves swung, and raised his voice to question!
"Does your Hengxu really think it's just a matter of one thought?!"
As he said, the two have known each other for many years.
Fudao Shanren has always been a straightforward and eccentric person, and he has not changed even after becoming the law enforcement elder of Yashan; Zhenren Hengxu, on the other hand, never shows his emotions on his face, and I'm afraid that even his master couldn't see through what he was thinking back then. Fudao once thought he saw through everything, but later realized it was all bullshit!
The longer I know him, the more unpredictable he becomes!
"Your junior brother Shen Jiuhan is extremely talented, and he has risen to prominence lately, and is quite favored by your master. But after the battle between the Yin and Yang worlds ten generations ago, he was so blinded by greed that he dared to harm my Yashan!"
"Is he crazy, or are you crazy?!"
"First it was Shen Jiuhan, then it was Yashan, then your disciple Xie Buchen, and finally my disciple Jianchou! Hengxu, oh Hengxu, what I'm afraid of is not that you will make a big mistake due to a single wrong thought, but that you will make all the wrong thoughts and still not repent!"
The skinny body was tense, and the face, which was always unsettled, turned red due to the outburst of emotions at this moment, revealing an unprecedented solemnity and anger!
It's like a volcano that can't be suppressed!
The longer it is suppressed, the more terrifying it will be when it explodes!
With this sharp, staring look, how can he look like the carefree Fudaoshan man of the past? !
"… "
Zhenren Hengxu looked at him across the floating map in the middle. All the emotions that had been on his face disappeared at this moment, like a bottomless black pool.
A long silence, a long gaze.
He didn't speak for a while, and when he spoke again, he was calm and without any disturbance: "I'm not crazy, I'm just afraid that you are the one who is crazy."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
When Fudao Shanren heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world, and he laughed so hard that he even said "good" three times.
"Good, good, good, it's really great!"
After saying this, he didn't even discuss the matter anymore. He just looked up to the sky, put his hands behind his back, and walked out laughing.
Only Zhenren Hengxu was left in the hall.
He looked back at the hall; it was empty. There was no Great Array of Stars in the Kunwu Hall of the Heavens that had once shown him the secrets of heaven. However, the array in his heart had become the heaviest shadow in the past hundred years.
When Xie Buchen came back, he saw Fudaoshanren leaving with a big laugh. He wanted to salute him, but the other person walked too fast and he didn't have time to do so.
So when he entered the hall, he had some guesses in his mind.
He suppressed all his emotions and bowed, "Disciple greets Master. I heard that Master has something to assign to me, so I came here to obey your orders."
When Master Hengxu heard his voice, he turned to look at him after a while. His face was normal. He said, "The battle at Ghost Gate is in a stalemate. If it drags on for a long time, it will cost a lot of money and will do more harm than good to our Nineteen Continents. So after Master discussed with the others, he wanted to send you a team to find a way to go around Ghost Gate and investigate the situation. In particular, find out where the watchtower is. As long as we know where the watchtower is, we can fight twice as hard with half the effort."
The lookout tower evolved from the "observatory tower", which was originally a high platform above the ground used to investigate the situation below. In the world of cultivation, due to the existence of spiritual consciousness and formations, the lookout tower no longer needs to be above the ground, but because the function of spying and investigation is the same, the old name is still used.
The observation tower in the polar region is even more special.
Each lookout tower controls the underground earth's energy. If one can capture the lookout tower first, the spiritual energy of the nineteen continents can flow in, giving one a great advantage in battle.
Xie Buchen naturally knew the pros and cons of this. His eyes moved slightly, but he remained calm and indifferent. He replied, "Disciple obeys your orders. If Master has no other orders, I will take my leave first, count the troops, and set out immediately."
"Well, go ahead."
Zhenren Hengxu nodded, but when Xie Buchen bowed again and was about to leave, he looked at him again. Something seemed to flash across his calm eyes. He smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.
"You are better than your teacher. Kunwu will need you to take charge in the future, so you must be careful on this journey."
Xie Buchen has a cold temperament. Even after he became Kunwu's disciple, he has always been indifferent. As for his relationship as master and disciple with Zhenren Hengxu, it is actually dispensable.
After all, he had killed his beloved, so the rest were not worth caring about.
At the moment, he was not quite used to the sudden concern from Master Hengxu.
and…
After all, he was the third son of Marquis Xie's mansion on an isolated island on earth. He made friends with the powerful and influential. He was extremely intelligent and very perceptive about certain things.
So at this moment, he didn't show the joy that he should have, just as if he didn't hear anything. After a pause, he lowered his eyes and said, "Master, I don't dare to live up to your high expectations. I hope this trip will not disappoint you."
Only then did Master Hengxu withdraw his hand and watch him retreat.
Not until everyone had left did he look at the map of the polar region in front of him and slowly, word by word, repeating what he had just said as if he were whispering.
“The disciple surpasses the master.”
"Great calamity!"
"He will replace me..."