"you… "
Su Sifang smiled slightly: "Senior Sister Tong got stuck on the road? Let Sifang wait."
Sang Tong looked at Su Sifang fascinated. He first used the cloud-climbing technique and then was sent to Fengdu City by the City God himself. Su Sifang was actually faster than himself. There was only one explanation: the method of the primordial spirit leaving the body.
Sang Tong never thought that Su Sifang had already cultivated the ability to get out of his body and set foot in another world without any external force!
With my talent, even if I practice hard for 20 years, I still can't catch up.
What she saw at this time was Su Sifang's primordial spirit. If she stepped on a few more green lotuses and added a few rays of Buddha's light behind her, the countless Yin soldiers in Fengdu City would fall down and bow down.
Su Sifang's smile stung Sang Tong's eyes: the bright moon in the sky may be projected into the water, giving ordinary people the illusion that it is very close to you, but it is just a reflection.
Who can hold the moon for nine days and monopolize the Gui Palace
Su Sifang originally came to this world of mortals to endure calamities, and Western Bliss is where she should go.
And what I can do is to help her reach consummation as soon as possible.
Su Sifang didn't know that Sang Tong thought so much in a short while, her lips still had a slight curve, and there were stars in her deep and dark eyes.
Sang Tong turned his eyes away indiscriminately, thinking that this person would one day fly away through the sky in daylight, his heart ached.
Suddenly, she laughed again.
Why do you have to laugh at yourself
For thousands of years, this is something that many practitioners have dreamed of. I should be happy.
Su Sifang suppressed his smile, and frowned slightly: "Senior Sister Tong?"
Sang Tong raised his palm: "Stop! Don't go any further."
The striding legs stopped abruptly, and there were still two or three steps between the two of them.
"Senior Sister Tong?"
"The light radiating from your body is too dazzling, let's keep a distance."
…
"Let's go and find Mu Rong. Let me tell you first, my Falling Yin Deed can only be used by one person. If the Yin soldiers don't let you in, I can't help it."
Su Sifang smiled without saying a word, and came to the gate of the city together with Sang Tong.
The Yin soldiers guarding the city sized up the two of them, made a Buddhist salute to Su Sifang, and said politely: "Your Majesty is here to visit Fengdu City, but you want to go to the Wangchuan River to save your soul?"
"Amitabha, this time I'm here to find someone."
"I don't know who the Venerable is looking for?"
"An old friend."
"My lord please."
So Su Sifang passed through the border safely under the benevolent gaze, and when he arrived at Sang Tong, the ghost soldiers holding spears all raised their weapons and shouted loudly: "Who is here!"
? ?
Su Sifang stopped, turned around, and smiled.
Sang Tong felt a surge of anger against his chest, and took out the customs clearance document hidden in his sleeve: "See clearly, according to the order."
The ghost soldiers bowed down in panic when they saw the document: "See the emperor."
Sang Tong snorted coldly and walked over quickly.
Passing by Su Sifang, he was dissatisfied and whispered: "I don't pass the customs like some people rely on face."
…
"Those ghost soldiers know you?"
"Sifang was ordered by Master to come here to save the souls of the dead in the early years."
The two came to a secluded place, Sang Tong, and asked Su Sifang to watch out, took out his mobile phone and dialed Mu Rong's number.
It rang many times and no one answered, and then it was prompted to shut down the phone again.
Sang Tong's heart sank: "Something happened to Murong."
…
Let's say that Murong hid in the alley and waited for help, but he didn't want Black and White Wuchang to be one step ahead of Sang Tong, so he used the Yinyang Station to teleport back to Fengdu City directly.
As long as the soul is in Fengdu city, there is no black and white impermanence that can't be found, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu led his troops to Mu Rong.
Murong had no idea that danger was approaching quietly, suddenly! The Yata mirror who had been sleeping in her spiritual sea had a reaction!
"Well, where are you, Mu Rong?"
Yata mirror's voice sounded lazy and weak, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"you're awake!"
"I sensed two powerful ghostly auras coming here, forcing me to wake up."
"Seventh Lord and Eighth Lord seem to know about you in my body, I am waiting for support."
Yatakagami was silent for a few seconds: "Those two guys have fought against me before, so they can't do anything to me. It's just that I signed a natal contract with you. With your current strength, I can't exert my power. Those two guys If I catch you, I will definitely kill you. Once the host dies, I will turn into a stone and cannot recover for a thousand years."
"I'm sorry, signing a weak master like me made your dignified artifact suffer as well."
"Now is not the time to talk about this. A thousand years of time is nothing more than a sleep to me, but you only have one life. I am afraid that the time I wake up this time will not last too long. I feel a strong sense of death. In the underworld, right?"
"Um."
Goudan was silent again, and Murong's heart also hung up, wondering if Yata mirror fell asleep again.
Fortunately, he spoke again after a while: "I remember that there is a place called Wangchuan River in the underworld of your flower growers, isn't it?"
"right."
"Rush over with all your strength."
"good."
Murong jumped out of the alley and ran at full speed, she felt that Yata Kyo was struggling to support her, and they didn't have much time.
Black and White Impermanence locked onto Murong's aura and led the Yin soldiers to chase after him at full speed.
Mu Rong also sensed the other party's position and ran at the fastest speed.
Just then the phone rang, and she was just about to press the answer button when there was a "whoosh" when a arrow flew past her ear, the phone shook and fell to the ground and slipped far away, being stepped on by the chasing soldiers. of broken pieces.
Xie Bi'an roared: "Who allowed you to shoot arrows? Let me catch you alive!"
"yes!"
A drop of cold sweat ran across Xie Bi'an's forehead: If the arrow just now killed Mu Rong's soul, all previous efforts would be for naught!
He managed to wait for a reasonable excuse to force Mu Rong to hand over his soul and stay in Fengdu forever as a errand. This time, he must not repeat the same mistakes!
…
"What to do! Murong's phone is turned off!"
Su Sifang flicked the Buddha beads and closed her eyes, thousands of strands of soul silk floated out from her altar, covering the entire city of Fengdu in an instant!
"Come this way, Murong is being chased by a large number of people."
It is not allowed to ride the clouds and ride the fog in Fengdu City, even the gods are not allowed without the special approval of the King of Hades.
Black and white Wuchang rode on a tall horse, and the distance between Murong and Murong was getting closer and closer.
"Brother Seven, the Wangchuan River is ahead."
"Um."
Bai Wuchang was relieved a little, the Wangchuan River was a natural moat in Fengdu, flowing upstream from the depths of hell, without knowing its source; it forcibly divided Fengdu into two, and there was only a narrow arch bridge on the river called Naihe, built by Granny Meng guard.
Murong will definitely not be able to pass Meng Po's test, on the Wangchuan river, there is no feather, and there is no wave when falling rocks.
There are countless souls of idiotic men and women wandering in it, all of whom voluntarily sank into the river because they did not want to let go of the memories of their previous lives.
Xie Bi'an reined in the reins and slowed down the speed of the chase. He enjoyed the process of the chase, and he wanted to see the embarrassed look of this man who had caused them headaches for thousands of years.
Murong was panting heavily, and he could already faintly see the Wangchuan River.
"Murong, let's talk, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"This may be our last conversation."
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know if it's because of signing a contract with you, a mortal. Not only have I not recovered from my injuries after sleeping for so long, but my spiritual power also seems to be exhausted; I can't even maintain my basic sobriety."
"Then what to do?"
"You don't have to worry about me, but I'm afraid I'll sleep until you die this time, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"It's nothing, I have a pity that the first-generation artifact of the Yata mirror has to hide and sleep in a mortal body, and when she dies, she will turn into a stone and sleep for a thousand years."
"God, the Wangchuan River is here."
"Well, I sensed it."
"Then what?"
"Do you believe in Sang Yu?"
Murong replied without thinking: "Yes!"
"Even if you put your life in her hands?"
"Yes, I believe her no matter what."
"Okay, you jump down."
…
"No time to explain, jump!"
Murong gritted his teeth, and the image of Sangyu that night when he fought against the Pipa Ghost King flashed across his mind, and he jumped!
Before fully submerged in the river, the voice of Yata mirror came: "You and I have a natal contract, as long as I am in your body, the soul chain of those two guys will not be able to hold you; but you are afraid that you will suffer some pain .”
"Seventh brother, Murong her!"
Xie Bi'an ignored the regulations of the underworld, soaring into the air and throwing out the soul chain.
The iron chain was submerged in the river and stirred like a dragon, but when it was pulled up, the other end was empty.
"Seventh brother! What should I do?"
"I didn't expect her to jump in."
Fan Wujiu said to Xie Bi'an via voice transmission: "Seventh Brother, there is no way out of Wangchuan, how about we?"
"Confused! Don't you forget that His Royal Highness Hades didn't know what we were doing!"
"Then what to do?"
"You stay and deal with these generals, I'll go find the judge."
"What about Granny Meng?"
"Don't worry about that woman, she won't meddle in this business."
Xie Bi'an got on the tall horse and hit the reins and headed towards the Palace of the King of Hell. Fan Wujiu made a magic trick and flew out hundreds of soul chains from his cuffs to bind the ghost soldiers and generals tightly.
"Eighth Master?"
"Master Shenjun?"
Without saying a word, Fan Wujiu threw the bound soldier into the Wangchuan River with a wave of his sleeve.
When Sang Tong and Su Sifang rushed over, there was only a black figure left by the Wangchuan River, and Fan Wujiu stood with his back to them and his hands behind his back.
"I don't know what you two are talking about here by the Wangchuan River?"
"Where's Mu Rong?"
Fan Wujiu turned around and said, "Presumptuous, it's just because there is a document of falling in the dark, how dare a little mortal dare to be rude to this god?"
The author has something to say: It's almost time to scale up the tricks, and the day when everyone returns to everyone is not far away.
I always thought this story was very, very long, but now it seems that it is not as long as I imagined, and it should be over in October.