The word "Yanfu" is closely related to the living beings on earth. They may not know the names of the gods and stars in the sky, but ordinary people can give a general idea of the underworld.
But if a person wants to enter the underworld, it is difficult for the physical body to do so, and only the soul can go down to the nine netherworlds. Lu Liangsheng found this a bit difficult. It was not as simple as the soul leaving the body. If one enters the underworld without a soul-collecting messenger to lead the way, one would not know the entrance to the Ghost Gate at all. What's more, if one goes down alone, without the supernatural power of being able to travel through the underworld, it would be difficult for one to even enter the underworld.
The magical power of the underworld is recorded in the book "The Magical Power of Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth" left by Lu Yuan. Now that he is at the Void Realm, he can do it if he seizes the time.
'The rest is just the gates of hell.'
Lu Liangsheng had never been to the underworld, but he had only read strange stories before. Using the ability to communicate with the spirits to go to the Nine Netherworld, it should be an extremely vast place, not just one place or one mansion. If he could go down, he could look around and use the art of capturing spirits to inquire about the location of the Ghost Gate. It should be feasible. Who knows, he could even run into the late Emperor Yang Jian, Old Zhou and others who have not yet been reincarnated... Well, it's waiting for ghosts.
Afterwards, he looked at his master who was thinking about something. The Toad Taoist glanced at him and, not knowing that Lu Liangsheng had an idea in his mind, quickly shook his head.
"Don't look at me, my teacher. I don't know either."
The Taoist also shook his head: "Perhaps I can tell you in a dream after I pass away one day."
In the City God's Hall, the negative energy was rising again. Ji Xin's mind was unstable, but he could barely hold on. He could see that Lu Liangsheng had made up his mind, so he floated closer and slowly sat down.
"Master Lu, it is essential to go to the netherworld without permission. However, if you go to the netherworld without permission, the gloomy wind there is no less than the gloomy air stirred up by ghosts in the mortal world. Even if you are in your current state, you can't stay there for long. What's more, it is chaotic and lightless there, with no distinction between heaven and earth, and no distinction between time. It is easy to delay time and make it impossible for your soul to return to the mortal world."
The world of the living has its own set of rules, and naturally there are also some in the underworld. Lu Liangsheng nodded and bowed to express his gratitude.
"Thank you for telling me, but what should I do?"
"Master, please wait a moment."
Ji Xin raised his hand, stood up and floated to the back hall. In less than a moment, he floated out again with a paper umbrella in his hand. He stroked the torn hole on it with regret.
"It's a pity that part of this Dingyin Umbrella was destroyed by Zhang Guifang, otherwise it could have ensured that the National Master would be safe in the Netherworld for a long time. Now the best we can do is to allow the National Master to return to the world without any damage."
As he spoke, he held up the plain paper umbrella in both hands and handed it over. Lu Liangsheng touched the notched paper umbrella and felt a little regretful. After putting it into his sleeve, he bowed and thanked him again. Ji Xin quickly raised his hand to stop him, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face.
"There is no need to thank me, Imperial Master. Once you reach the Netherworld, follow the umbrella. It will lead you to the Gate of Hell. However, whether you can enter depends on whether the Emperor of Mount Tai allows you to go there."
After these words came out, Lu Liangsheng was a little stunned.
Then he frowned, got up from the ground, walked slowly in the court, looked at the night falling outside, the cicadas chirping, and several people pushing the bronze tripod back in sweat... If it was as he said, after all the trouble, he couldn't even enter the gates of hell, then how could he search for the heroic spirits of the past.
Seeing Lu Liangsheng in trouble, Ji Xin sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that my soul was damaged and my magic power was greatly reduced, I could have tried to find out what the Emperor of Mount Tai had to say. Now it's difficult for me to even leave this temple."
"It's okay. I would like to thank the City God for reminding me."
After sitting for a while and chatting for a while, Lu Liangsheng took Li Yuanba, his master and the Taoist priest and said goodbye and left. It was already dark when they returned to Chang'an. Li Jinhua and Lu Laoshi were standing on the stone steps of the mountain gate, waiting there early. They probably knew what happened during the day from Mingyue. They pulled their son over to take a closer look to see if he was injured. The woman then regained her usual fierce temper, looking up at the sky and yelling.
"I used to think you were staying in the temple to protect people's safety, but I didn't expect you to be so unruly. I used to think I was blind and burned incense for you. Haha!"
He spat directly into the sky, and the saliva fell back onto Lu Laoshi's shoulder. After his son and others walked up, he turned his head to look at his wife. The woman also turned her head as she stepped on the stone steps and glared at him fiercely.
"What are you looking at? It's just saliva. It's not like you haven't tasted it before."
Hehe~~
Lu Laoshi smiled embarrassedly, glanced at his son who was walking away, and moved closer to his wife. Before he could say anything, Li Jinhua twisted his ear.
"You are old, what are you thinking about? You can't even think about it!"
She left her husband behind and ran to the front of the house on the stone steps to prepare dinner, leaving Lu Laoshi rubbing his ears and muttering a few words, "No one heard it..."
There was a rustling sound in the bushes nearby. The old donkey poked its head out from among them, with its mouth and nose tilted to one side and its tongue sticking out, and it neighed at him excitedly.
"You don't count!" Lu Laoshi pushed its head away angrily.
Soon, all the children in the temple went to Qingyue Tower to sleep. The lights in the window frames were extinguished, leaving only the lanterns under the eaves with light, which shone on the other side of the square. The hall of the main building was brightly lit, beautiful vocals came from the scrolls on the wall, and there were also dancers dancing with long sleeves in the paintings.
Hong Lian carried the freshly cooked dishes across the square and went straight into the closed door. Lu Laoshi brought out a jar of wine and placed it heavily on the table. He pulled Zhu Ganglie, who had just returned from a busy day, to sit down with him and filled a few bowls with wine.
Sun Yingxian squatted in front of a screen with a market on it, watching the coming and going of the little people in the painting. She took out a talisman paper and passed it across her eyes. Her sight zoomed in, overlooking an attic. In the open window, steam was rising from a wooden barrel. A woman walked behind the screen and took off her dress... Before the other party could come out, Lu Xiaoxian reached out and pinched his ear, then dragged him to the round table.
The Toad Taoist priest was sitting alone at a small table and chair, wearing an apron and leaning against the wall. He ate a piece of fatty meat happily, then subconsciously looked down. Without the white hen staring at him, he didn't enjoy his meal as much.
After dinner, Lu Liangsheng carried his master back to the room. The candle on the table lit up by itself, illuminating the furnishings in the room. He lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner in front of Hong Lian's painting. Amid the yawns of Toad Taoist, he sat down at the desk and found the book "The Magical Power of Yin and Yang in Heaven and Earth" from the pile of books.
The night wind blew in through the window, the candlelight flickered slightly, and shone on the figure with silver hair through the window frame. In the dim light, turbid eyes swept across the lines of handwriting above.
The door was gently pushed open, and the embroidered shoes walked softly on the ground. Nie Honglian quietly floated to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at the profile illuminated by the fire. The old man over there seemed to be the scholar who used to read classics at night.
The woman pursed her lips into a faint smile, covered Master Toad with the quilt, floated silently to the clothes rack, took out a single piece of clothing, and went over to put it on Lu Liangsheng.
The candlelight was warm yellow. Lu Liangsheng turned his head and held her hand on his shoulder. They leaned together, their shadows becoming a pair reflected on the window frame and into the night outside.
The clouds are moving, and a crescent moon is revealed.