"The origin of fate and destruction are free, and the fate is gone in this life. Don't miss it, let's go..." Jiangdong seemed to hear Master Hongji's Zen sound, just like a bell, slivering, sweeping into the distant sky.

"Pop!"

A light sound came from the western sky, and two golden lights were already connected. It can be clearly seen that a huge lotus in the distance carries four venerables, with golden lights flying along the avenue, with a continuous Zen sound and a flying scripture. Jiangdong's body moved and began to float upwards involuntarily.

"Dong!"

Just as he was still looking at his parents below with nostalgia, a loud noise suddenly came from the western sky, and a huge black claw suddenly slapped on the Golden Avenue near the east end of the Yangtze River. A palm instantly slapped the huge lotus, and the Buddha's voice rolled and the scriptures lingered, trying to repel the giant claw.

Suddenly the void shook again, and a giant white hand pinched the five fingers of the penis and pointed it at the divine palm. "Boom!" A loud bang, the palms and fingers collided and emitted a dazzling white light, and both sides retreated rapidly. Just as the white light shone, the giant claw stretched out again and slapped on the Golden Light Avenue. The avenue shifted instantly, changed direction, spreading towards the far southeast. One palm and one claw suddenly disappeared into the void. In the blink of an eye, the huge lotus rushed past the Golden Light Avenue.

"Hey!!! Don't leave! I'm here!!! I'm here!!!" Jiang Dong shouted, but it was useless, the lotus was getting farther and farther away from him.

Soon, two figures of black and white came from the dark sky in the north. They almost blinked. One of them was wearing black linen clothes, holding a soul-locking rope, and a long hat with four words "Catching you" on them. The other one was wearing white clothes, holding a mourning stick, and the long hat said four words "You are here too". These two people were in the era of the development of black and white lines and freedom of speech.

"Bang!" Another whip whipped Jiangdong's back: "No matter how noisy you make you unable to make a ghost!"

The Land God didn't even look at Jiangdong, and said coldly: "Go to the King of Hell for justice." Then he waved to the yamen runner next to him: "Go and bring the household registration book."

"Yes, sir." A yamen runner quickly entered the back hall and came back in a blink of an eye with a stack of booklets.

"Approval bills." The land god said while taking the household registration book.

Bai Wuchang hurriedly handed over a note of approval in a yellow paper pattern: "This person lives in Jiangdong, lives in Liucheng Street, Huyang, and is born on the 12th day of the lunar month. His life span is 16 years, ten months, thirteen days and eleven hours, and his life is three hours."

"Well? The eight characters are very light... It is indeed a short life. The time and place are correct. Well, you can leave!" The God of Land put a hook on the household registration book, threw the notebook aside, and stamped a square seal on the approval receipt, and once again became fascinated by the small eyes covered by eyebrows.

Hei Wuchang shook the chain and pulled Jiangdong up directly, dragged it toward the small door on the left side of the hall. The small door opened wide and it was extremely dark inside. Hei Wuchang rushed Jiangdong into a gust of wind, and left Huyang Ghost City and went straight to the northwest. The wind roared along the way, and many tall snow-capped mountains were filled with ice and snow. To be honest, in addition to unwillingness and fear at this moment, Jiangdong was somewhat excited. After all, this was the first time he flew out of thin air. This feeling is hard to describe. After all, people cannot experience the feeling of flying over the top of a snow peak out of thin air, and they cannot experience the stimulation of stepping on the smoke and clouds.

Let’s talk about it. Everything was normal in Fayan Temple, but just over ten minutes after Jiangdong passed away, the incense in the middle suddenly broke out of thin air. This was a sign of great evil. Master Hongji’s eyebrows were beating, and he couldn’t figure out the reason. The Western guide seemed to have arrived before, so why did he suddenly turn evil?

"Master, what's going on? Why did the fragrance break out of thin air??" Jiang Yan said nervously, Fang Cui still lay beside Jiangdong and cried.

Master Hongji shook his head: "You can't see good or bad luck within three days. Xiaodong's years of doing good deeds will definitely have good results. Please be content with two donors and bury the child..."

Jiangdong was escorted by Heibai Wuchang and galloped northwest. It took no idea how long it took, and how many huge mountains like dragon ridges crossed. Finally, a huge snow-capped mountain that was east-west in the night sky appeared under the northwest, like a dormant dragon. Jiangdong had been here with his father before, and that was Kunlun Mountain, the master of the dragon veins in the world.

The night sky is vast and the stars are thousands of miles away. It seems that it is closer to the sky. It raises your hand to lift the stars and moons, as clear as the screen in front of you. As soon as you enter the Kunlun Mountain range, Black and White Impermanence slows down. Not long after, you will see several figures on the right quickly leaning over.

Turning back, he saw that there was another pair of black and white impermanence, escorting a girl, who was about the same age as Jiangdong. Even though he was a ghost, he was still very beautiful and beautiful. Three thousand black hairs were like waterfalls, scattered on his chest and back. At this moment, he was even more pear blossoms with rain, and he was pitiful.

"Oh, it's so pitiful. I died at such a young age..." Jiang Dong murmured.

"Hey, the clay Buddha can't protect himself from crossing the river. He is really a ghost who doesn't realize he's dead." Hei Wuchang shook the soul-locking rope, and the dead fish stared at him with a slanted look.

Bai Wuchang laughed and said, "You are starting to cherish your beauty. You are still a passionate person. Hehehe, he has my style."

Soon the three of them leaned over and stood behind the three ghosts of Jiangdong in an orderly manner. The girl glanced at Jiangdong without saying anything. The two teams of black and white impermanence had no words, but just flew silently towards a huge mountain.

It was not until this moment that Jiangdong realized that Heibai Wuchang was not just one team. They were like ghost soldiers. Apart from the same outfit, they looked just two people with different appearances. Thinking about it, so many people die every day and every moment. No matter how powerful the ghost abilities are, a team of Heibai Wuchang cannot be escorted.

"Hmm?" Hei Wuchang, who was suddenly tied up Jiangdong, twisted his black face and looked at the valley below, which was as dark as a beast. After a while, he turned leisurely and continued to fly forward.

"Why, there is a lonely ghost?" Bai Wuchang suddenly spit out a long blood-red tongue as soon as he spoke. What's strange is that the tongue is hanging outside, but it can still speak. He was caught off guard and scared Jiang Dong to scream, which also attracted the attention of the girl behind him again.
Chapter completed!