Zhongli Mei grabbed Xuankong and wanted to drink with him, but Xuankong refused and said, "Brother Zhongli, I have something important to delay, so I'd better drink this wine another day."

Zhong Limei suddenly realized that if it were not necessary, Xuan Kong would not have entered the underworld. He asked curiously: "Brother Xuan Kong, walking further forward is the forbidden area of ​​the underworld. What's the matter if you have to enter there?"

Xuan Kong was shocked and asked, "Brother Zhongli, isn't it the road to Mengjie ahead?"

Zhongli smiled and said, "The Meng Realm is an illusory world opened up by the saints of the Western Heaven, but they did not go from here. You just happened to be on the opposite path and going in the opposite direction."

Xuan Kong said "Ah" and patted his head and said, "No wonder, no wonder I didn't catch Geng Qubing along the way!"

Zhongli Mei asked: "Who is Geng Qubing?"

Xuankong pointed to Qingfeng and introduced: "Geng Qubing is a crazy student in the world and the husband of this Qingfeng girl. Unfortunately, he was killed by a demon. I guess his soul must be floating to Mengjie, so he came to intercept him."

Anyone killed by spells will not be under the jurisdiction of the underworld as long as his life span has not reached.

Zhonglimei nodded, looked at Qingfeng and smiled, "This girl is so beautiful, I feel so pitiful! But if you want to go back to pursue your soul now, you may not be able to catch up. Well, let me help you!"

Qingfeng was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to Zhonglimei, hoping that he would forgive his crime of attacking Yin Shen. Zhonglimei would not care about trivial matters for Xuankong's sake, but just warned: "There is a difference between heaven and earth, and Yin and Yang are two parts. Miss Qingfeng, you are a monster after all, and being with mortals for a long time is not good for both parties."

Qingfeng lowered her head and agreed: "My fate with Geng Qubing is about to end. After saving him and returning to Yang, the little woman should follow Taoist Master Xuankong to practice Taoism."

Zhong Limei's face was full of ambiguity and looked at Xuan Kong suspiciously. Since ancient times, was his little brother the most charming of foxes also fascinated by this vixen?

When Zhong Limei looked at it like this, Xuan Kong's face suddenly became embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly, "Where is this matter, how can this matter?" He said to Qingfeng: "Miss Qingfeng, your Hu family inherited the ancient Tushan Taoist dynasty. How could Xuan Kong be qualified to be your teacher if he didn't have the talent?"

Qingfeng bowed to Xuankong and said, "A little woman received great kindness from the Taoist priest, and she dared not expect to join the Taoist priest. She only wanted to follow the Taoist priest to practice and finally achieve a good result."

There was already a little fox in the house who refused to leave. Xuankong didn't know what to do, so he would like to agree to Qingfeng stay? But now it is important to save people, so he had to smile bitterly and wave his hand and said, "This matter is very big. I need to make a long-term plan when I look back. Let's save Geng Qubing's soul first!"

Qingfeng lowered her head, said "um" obediently, and followed Xuankong.

Only those who have truly embarked on the path of cultivation know that the taste of eating the marrow and knowing the taste when they are diligent in their cultivation is hard to let go. No wonder even the immortals in the sky are unwilling to relax and only concentrate on practicing.

Qingfeng could see that Xuankong's future was bright, so he naturally refused to miss the opportunity to get it. Even if he was a pet for Xuankong, it would be better than not finding it yourself.

Xuankong smiled bitterly, some people competed for fame and fortune, some people competed for power and money, but now he didn't expect that there were still monsters who were fighting to be their own pets.

Is this considered an alternative competition for favor?

Zhongli Mei laughed and said proudly: "When I was alive, only a strong man could protect his woman. I think Miss Qingfeng is also a demon fairy with cultivation. How can a little mortal be qualified to make friends with you? But your vision is good. You can see that my little brother Xuankong is a character, and if you serve him well, he will naturally be able to support you in the future."

Xuankong's face was flushed and he complained: "Brother Zhongli. The important thing is!"

Zhong Limei squeezed his eyes at Xuankong and sent a message: "Brother Xuankong, you have to listen to your brother, you are a man's true nature!" He laughed loudly, waved his hand and fired a slight gust of cold wind, and rolled him up without giving Xuankong any room for defense.

Yin Feng flew along the gateway to Mengjie. Xuan Kong explained: "Miss Qingfeng, don't think too much, my brother Zhongli has no malice!"

The face of the Qingfeng girl was even more blushing than Xuankong, and she was so cute and whispered softly: "Yes."

"Oh, this is really unfair. There is another burden for no reason!" Xuan Kong secretly cried in his heart, but he was not a pure boy without knowledge. Naturally, he would not say anything in front of Miss Qingfeng. He had to put it in his stomach if he had any grievances.

Zhongli Meijiu Town, the eighteenth floor hell, and he knows the best of the mechanism channels in the underworld. Xuankong and Qingfeng flew straight toward their destination in the cold wind.

When the wind dissipated and they landed on the ground, Miss Qingfeng was about to sweep the demonic wind again. Suddenly, a picture in front opened and emitted thousands of Buddha lights, breaking up Miss Qingfeng's magic.

Xuankong took a few steps, waved his sleeves, and created a true energy to block the erosion of Buddha's power.

Looking closely, I don’t know what material the picture was made of. It was painted with gods and Buddhas all over the sky, lying, sitting, preaching, or smiling with flowers. The girl Qingfeng hid behind Xuankong, dared not show up, and asked in a low voice: “Master Xuankong, what kind of treasure is this? No one has such great magic power?”

Although there are many treasures in the world, they all need to be used by someone. For example, the soul-binding rope in the underworld depends entirely on the level of the man who is using it, so that it can play a corresponding role.

But this picture is so terrible. Without a master at all, it was just an instinctive reaction that emitted Buddha light and shook Qingfeng's spell.

Xuankong looked solemn and said to Miss Qingfeng: "This is a picture of the sacred objects of the Western religion. It depicts the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Pure Land. Every time there is an additional Bodhisattva or Buddha on the Lingshan Mountain in the West, the image on it will be added to the corresponding one."

He and Miss Qingfeng were standing on the mountain not far away. Xuankong looked carefully and found the shadow of the eight tribes on the map of Ten Thousand Buddhas. However, there was a white-clothed Bodhisattva among the eight tribes. This was the little white dragon Ao Lie, the eight tribes who became saints after the great disaster of Journey to the West.

Another Yaksha Bodhisattva was missing, and Xuankong said in his heart: "It turns out that the Yaksha clan has indeed turned away from Lingshan, but I don't know if Shakyamuni Tathagata has discovered this now!"

The Wanfo Tu is the magic weapon of the two Western saints, used to suppress the magic weapon of the Meng world. Moreover, there have always been few immortals and Buddhas here, so even such a big thing has not been known by the outside world. Xuankong shook his head secretly, this matter is different from other things, and it is too much involved.

He is not alone, but also has to shoulder the task of carrying forward the Laoshan Sect. He also has to consider how much pressure the Buddhist affairs will bring to the master.
Chapter completed!