The son-in-law of the stunning president

"I beg the immortal to save my life! I beg the immortal to save my son!"

Jiao Bufang knelt down and kowtowed to the two immortals.

Chu Chenzi raised his hand and didn't touch him, but Jiao Bufang stood up involuntarily. He looked at Chu Chenzi in surprise. At this moment, he really believed in the existence of immortals.

Chu Chenzi said: "Brother, take care of this child's body, I will go find his soul."

Ping Xinzi nodded: "Well, go ahead, come back and ask me if you have any questions."

Chu Chenzi nodded, and went straight out of the hole in the warehouse above, soaring into the sky, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Only Ping Qianzi was left sitting cross-legged in the big formation with a smile, beckoning to Wang Wei and Jiao Bufang: "Come on, let's sit down and wait together, this matter can't be rushed."

Could Jiao Bufang not be in a hurry, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only sit cross-legged in front of Ping Xinzi.

Maybe it was because the average salaryman had a friendly face and seemed to be easy to talk with when he smiled, so Wang Wei was not afraid of him, so we sat down together.

Throat rolled up and down a few times, and finally he dared to say: "Well... Fairy Master Pingzhizi, can I ask you a few questions?"

Ping Xinzi smiled and said: "Of course, but I don't necessarily have to answer you."

Wang Weiwei was excited: "Then, do you immortals really have the ability to bring the dead back to life? Does heaven and hell really exist in this world?"

Ping Xinzi said with a smile: "Heaven and hell? Bringing the dead back to life? Hehe, how is that possible."

what?
Ping Zhizi's answer was somewhat unexpected.

In fact, in the Wangxin Lake Wuzhiqi incident, people from the Heavenly Court had appeared before, which also showed that they were actually just a monk sect.

But now seeing the immortal saying that Jiao Tingyu can be resurrected, Wang Wei became more concerned. Think about it, if there is no underworld, how can a dead person be resurrected?
Ping Xinzi said: "It is common sense in the world that people cannot be resurrected after death, why bother to ask?"

Before Wang Wei could speak, Jiao Bufang said anxiously, "Then, my son..."

"He is different." Ping Xinzi said: "You may not see it, I will open your eyes for you."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to wipe Jiao Tingyu's forehead, and immediately a small silk thread that was so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye stretched out from Jiao Tingyu's forehead, went straight up, passed through the warehouse wall and connected to something unknown.

"This is..." Wang Wei looked at the silk thread dumbfounded.

Ping Xinzi said: "This is the soul line that connects the soul to the body. It is invisible and has no quality. Under normal circumstances, people without cultivation base cannot see or touch it. I am condensing my true source on it, which can be called You see."

Jiao Bufang said, "Where did my son's soul go?"

Ping Xinzi said: "I can't say that well, I can only wait for my junior brother to find him and bring him back."

Wang Wei said: "Prince Xian, why did this happen? Is it like this after everyone dies?"

I have to say that Wang Wei is a person who can focus on the key points and knows what everyone is concerned about now.

Whether there are ghosts in this world, and whether there is another world after death is something that everyone cares about.

Ping Xinzi had been prepared for a long time, and said with a smile: "A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished. If you die, you will die. How can there be a world after death?"

"Ah?" Wang Wei was stunned: "Then, that Jiao Tingyu..."

Ping Xinzi said: "Didn't I say that he is a bit different. After the death of a person's body, the soul can only exist for a few seconds at most, and then it will disappear and return to nothingness."

"Ah..." Wang Weichang sighed, what a pity, what a pity.

Originally, the appearance of immortals made many people suspect that the legends of the underworld existed, but it turned out to be better now, and the immortals themselves said that there was no such thing.

This is also part of Tang Chen's plan. The most important thing he planned for the birth of immortals is the legend of hell and reincarnation.

Once people believe that such legends are true, then the suicide rate will definitely skyrocket, and there is no way to stop it.

There are too many people who live unsatisfactorily. If there is another world after death, why bother to live in this world and suffer?
So Tang Chen used the mouth of the immortal to say that there is no such thing as a hell, repeatedly emphasizing that it is to prevent a wave of suicides.

Wang Wei was stunned for a moment, picked up his mobile phone and said, "Dear water friends, if you have any questions, I will ask the immortal for you."

While talking, he carefully observed Ping Xinzi's expression, and saw that the smiling fairy showed no disgust, so he asked questions to the water friends in the live broadcast room.

This time, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded, and all kinds of questions were flying all over the sky.

Wang Wei was dazzled by what he saw, and didn't know which question to choose for a while, so he could only pick questions at will.

"Immortal, may I ask if you are immortal?"

Ping Xinzi said: "It doesn't count, unless you are a fairy above the Nascent Soul stage, you can't live forever, so you should die."

"Ah? Nascent Soul stage, there really is such a realm, then, how many realms does the immortal's cultivation have?"

Ping Xinzi said: "Oh, Qi practitioner, foundation building, alchemy formation, quenching spirit, Yuanying, transformation spirit, and crossing the catastrophe are the seven realms in total. I don't know if there are any higher realms. It's gone."

Wang Wei was amazed for a moment and said: "Oh, then I don't know that you are the immortal elder..."

Ping Xinzi said: "I am Yuanying, and my junior brother is in the period of alchemy when he is born in the dust."

There are so many realms behind! ?
There were women's wailing in the barrage, it was really hard for them to accept that Chenzi was so far behind this little fat man, why?

Ping Xinzi looked at the words of swearing at him floating on the bullet screen with a smile, but he was not angry, and he still had a smiling face of Maitreya Buddha.

"You don't have to scold me, Junior Brother Chuchenzi is indeed a talented and beautiful jade, and he is the most talented disciple in our sect in the past 300 years, but he is still too young, and he is not yet four hundred years old. It's really not too high."

Wang Wei grasped the key point and said: "Then how are the lifespans of immortals divided?"

Ping Xinzi said: "Strictly speaking, Qi trainers can't be regarded as immortals. Because of Qi training, they are physically strong. It is not a big problem to live to one or two hundred years old. After the foundation is established, they can be regarded as real monks. Eight hundred after forming an alchemy, one thousand years after quenching the spirit, and no lifespan limit after the Nascent Soul, as long as you don't get killed, you can live forever."

"Ah..." Wang Weichang sighed, looking forward to it.

In the confidential department, Ping Xinzi's words have been recorded verbatim.

Wang Guoqiang also sighed again and again, an immortal is an immortal...