Tianting Courier

Chapter 290 Ghost General Horse Face
By the time we got back to the courtyard, it was already three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.

The two masters went to sleep, Wei Qing locked the door, and put the pot of longevity pine on the table gently.

Ghost General Horse Mian and God of Plague are gods of the same level in the Underworld. Now that the new generation of Horse Mian has already opened his mouth, as long as he can find out his father's previous generation of Ghost General Ghost Mask, the conditions are free. There are not many such opportunities, and Wei Qing is urgent. I want to make sure that the evil cultivator in Zhaoling is not Jun Linchen!

The horse face in front of him is a brand new opportunity for Wei Qing.

For a long time, Wei Qing has worked hard to maintain a friendly relationship with the gods in the Tushita Palace Group.But now as Wei Qing knows more, Wei Qing no longer feels very honorable as before, but feels a little repulsed in his heart. After all, the heaven suppresses the human world too much. To put it bluntly, Wei Qing is a pawn of the heaven in the human world.

What he has to do is to set things right, any matter beyond the control of the heavens needs a lot of people like Wei Qing to correct it!
Wei Qing is a little worried now, worried that the more secrets he knows, the job will not last long sooner or later.

When Wei Qing developed resistance and dissatisfied the people in the heavens, there would be a second person to take Wei Qing's job immediately.

Now that the ex-ghost general of the underworld, Ma Mian, is in the hands of Wei Qing, Wei Qing feels that this is an opportunity for him to build a good relationship with the underworld. If he can also get a job in the underworld, then Wei Qing's capital and strength will soon rise to a higher level , no matter where you are, strength is the greatest guarantee for you to survive!
"Hey, it's a pity that I don't have yin and yang eyes, so I can't communicate with ghost messengers!"

Wei Qing briefly flipped through the Hu family's treasured book that Xian Banxian's ancestor had uploaded. There were many things about the Maoshan School, including the more objective method of making talismans and some simple magic circles. I didn't have the time to study this, but thought about how to communicate with the horse face in front of me who was kept in Changshou Bamboo.

I originally wanted to ask the God of Plague for help on WeChat, but after thinking about it, I still can't do it.

If the new generation of Ma Mian knew that his father was in Wei Qing's hands, they might rush over immediately, then Wei Qing would be limited in what he could ask.

Sitting and sitting, Wei Qing fell asleep on the table, forgetting to turn off the lights in the room.

woohoo~~~
I don't know what time it is, but I can only vaguely hear the sound of chickens crowing in the yard outside.

Wei Qing felt that someone had patted her on the shoulder a few times, looked up in a daze to see that there was no one around, then stretched and walked towards the wooden bed.The night in late autumn was a bit cold. Wei Qing pulled off the quilt and was about to go back to sleep. It sounded like a breath was blown in his ears, and a weak voice said, "Boy, what are you doing lying on top of me?"

"Who!"

The sound was as small as a mosquito, but Wei Qing, who was a cultivator, woke up immediately and sat up abruptly!
"Don't you want to see me?" There was a tinge of obscenity in the weird voice.

Wei Qing quickly stood up from the head of the bed, and said in astonishment: "Are you a ghost general?"

A voice came from the room, humming: "Otherwise, you thought there would be a flower girl hiding in your room?"

Ma Mian's active appearance somewhat exceeded Wei Qing's expectations...

After all, the current Ma Mian is no longer the famous ghost general, but a wild ghost who has lost his body and godhood, and has been tortured by Xian Banxian for decades. If Ma Mian can leave the deposit body of Changshou Song at will , I'm afraid he has already left?
"That master of yours is amazing." Ma Mian murmured quietly, and sighed, "Pick a few leaves and rub them on your eyelids. If I didn't feel the breath of the underworld from you, I wouldn't show my face casually." , after all, the me now is weaker than the soul of an ordinary person."

Wei Qing crushed the bamboo leaves and rubbed them on his eyelids, only to see a vague figure in white clothes sitting cross-legged on the head of his bed, with disheveled hair like a bamboo pole, his face was pale and his eyes were circled. There is a trace of cyan, and it looks like a ghost in the past.

If he hadn't seen the underworld sign on Ma Mian's eyebrows that had almost completely faded, who would have thought that this was a ghost messenger from the underworld?
Ma Mian slowly raised his head, showing a bleak smile, and said with a smile: "I can feel the breath of a strong man in the heaven on you."

Wei Qing didn't dare to hide it, and said: "The boy is now a courier in the chat group of Tushita Palace. This time, he came to Xianyang City to perform a mission. Are you okay?"

"Hehe, don't worry, no matter what I say, it's also an act of seduction. Although I can't jump out of the cycle of life and death, I still have some experience in the mysteries of life and death. It's about to dawn, and it's the time when the yin and yang between the heaven and the earth alternate. The harm is the least, some things, I think we can talk about it, right?"

Ma Mian looked like an old man who could see through the vicissitudes of life and death, he let out a long sigh, his gray eyes did not flicker at all.

Wei Qing asked cautiously: "Should I tell you what happened to you?"

"100 years ago, I came to Xianyang City to arrest a group of people who died tragically under the order of the iron-faced judge. This matter was nothing to me. I quickly guided them on the road. When passing by , I noticed that there was a strong resentment in Xianyang City. I saw a black dragon circling in the sky. I could tell that it was a very powerful resentment, so I planned to stay and investigate it. After all, we are ghosts. It also requires performance. If I can lock away a powerful wraith and return to the underworld, I can get a lot of virtue. Soon, I found that the wraith was hiding in the underground palace of Zhaoling, so I took the Rakshasa spear and walked away. Go in and fight a battle!"

"Your Majesty the Iron Faced Judge is right. The human world is a place of right and wrong that even the heavens and hells can't stay for long!"

"In the end I was defeated, the defeat was a mess, the spear was broken, and the body was destroyed, but I escaped in the end. I came to Zhaoling Village to take a rest and recover a little energy before going to the underworld to rescue soldiers, but in the end I was killed by Xian Banxian. I found it out, but it fell into his hands and was trapped inside the Longevity Bamboo."

Ma Mian's tone was very calm, without showing too much emotion, as if he was telling a story that happened to someone else.Maybe, after being tortured for decades in the hands of a person who is not even a Taoist priest, he has already wiped out the courage that a dignified ghost should have.

Wei Qing chose to be a quiet audience, listening to Ma Mian continue talking.

"To be honest, I'm still very grateful to this idle half-immortal. If he hadn't raised me in the longevity bamboo, I'm afraid I would have been captured by that damned wraith. Maybe this wraith is too powerful. I plan to I cultivated in the Longevity Bamboo for a while, but in the end, this bastard took out a magic weapon of his ancestor, that is, the black Maitreya Buddha, which completely made me dare not leave the Longevity Bamboo easily, and finally became his hands step by step. It’s unprecedented in history to be reduced to this level, a dignified ghost messenger, isn’t it?”

Wei Qing couldn't help asking: "Who is that person in the Zhaoling Underground Palace?"

(End of this chapter)