The young monk has returned to secular life

Yi Zhen's intention is obvious, that is, to get the secret of the book of life and death from Feng Yi.

But Feng Yi is also an old ghost who has been living in the underworld for many years. How could he not know that the secret must not be leaked?

"Master Yizhen... a person's life and death is a matter of heavenly secrets, which cannot be revealed in advance."

"Oh~" Yi Zhen nodded suddenly, "It seems that I thought too simply.

However, I think those old magicians who tell fortunes are very reasonable, and I haven’t seen anything happen to them. "

"Hi." Feng Yi waved his hand and said with contempt: "Don't believe their nonsense, those people are all old liars.

What they said was pure nonsense. Even if they were right, God would not punish them because it was just a coincidence.

The person who is truly capable of peering into the secrets of heaven is the one who understands the ways of heaven. He must not dare to reveal the secrets of heaven.

unless……"

"Unless what?" Yi Zhen asked.

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment and then said the next words.

"Unless for the person talking about it, it is out of the scope of Tianji."

"How do you say this?" Yi Zhen seemed to have grasped the meaning of his words, but he was not sure.

Feng Yi smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "For example, if our bosses Chen and Wu are drinking tea and chatting together, and talk about who should die tomorrow and who should give birth the day after tomorrow, can this be called revealing the secret?"

Yi Zhen's heart moved and he couldn't help but give Feng Yi a thumbs up: "Brother Feng Yi is right.

In other words, if everyone who talks about the secret knows about it, it will not be considered a leak. "

Feng Yi took a sip of tea and continued: "You can't say that. There are many kinds of secrets. The life and death I just mentioned belong to the management of the underworld. If they are too different, they cannot be discussed at will."

"So, you can discuss the book of life and death?" Yizhen asked while pouring tea for Feng Yi.

Feng Yi also gradually lost his guard: "My knowledge is limited. As long as the secret is not revealed, we can still have a few words."

Yi Zhen coughed lightly and tried to ask: "For example, there are seven colors in the Book of Life and Death, namely green, blue, red, yellow, gray, black and white."

Feng Yi didn't ask Yi Zhen how he knew so clearly, so he nodded as a matter of course.

"That green represents..."

Yi Zhen spoke a little slowly, as if he was talking to himself or waiting.

Feng Yi and others felt uncomfortable and immediately gave the next answer.

"pregnancy."

"Blue represents..."

"flat."

"Red represents..."

"transport."

"Yellow represents..."

"sick."

"Gray represents..."

"old."

"Black represents..."

"Jie."

"White represents..."

"die."

The two of them asked and answered questions in a simple and smooth manner.

Yi Zhen suppressed his inner excitement and summed it up: "These seven colors represent the seven states of life, birth, old age, illness, death, calamity, luck, and peace.

That doesn't reflect the specific time. "

Feng Yi laughed: "The big book of life and death only records status. If you want to see the specific life of an individual, we must ask our chief to take it with the seal of the secretary.

If someone enters the realm of 'death', the chief officer will mark it on the small life and death book of our ghost officers in each district seven days in advance.

We then bring their souls back to the underworld on time according to the names in our life and death book. "

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that what Mu Yunqing saw was the Great Book of Life and Death.

Yi Zhen took a sip of tea and continued to ask: "This procedure seems to be very rigorous, so why are there so many lonely ghosts?"

The following words are not a big secret, and Feng Yi has no pressure at all to explain them.

"Those are all abnormal deaths and are not in our life and death book. When we encounter them, we take them back or wait until their names appear in the life and death book before looking for them. This is normal."

Yi Zhen had a strong thirst for knowledge. He asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Since the time of their death has been predicted in the book of life and death, why are there still abnormal deaths?"

This brings up the question of the professional knowledge of the underworld. Feng Yi explained: “The time in the Book of Life and Death is preset by Heaven according to its own trajectory, but Heaven itself is also constantly moving.

Hence the emergence of ‘tribulation’.

‘Tribulation’ is a very important hurdle in life.

To pass it is to follow the way of heaven.

If you can't get through it, you are doomed. "

Yizhen's mind was racing and he asked quickly: "In other words, this 'tribulation' also determines a person's life or death?"

"You can say that," Feng Yi answered casually at first. Perhaps he felt that it was not very rigorous, and then added, "But most 'tribulations' can be passed, and only a few can't. Otherwise, the streets would be full of people." A lonely ghost who died violently, wouldn’t the underworld be in chaos?”

"Then what kind of 'tribulation' can't be passed?" Yizhen asked again.

"Death disaster." Feng Yi answered more casually.

"Then how can we tell whether a person is experiencing a disaster of death?"

"I don't know about this." Feng Yi shook his head and said, "Our book of life and death only has the list of dead souls. If you want to know more, you can only ask our chief."

Yi Zhenxin said, I already understand almost everything, but I don't know whether Zhong Shiduo's 'tribulation' can be passed.

The two continued to drink tea for half an hour and talked about many secrets that were not secrets.

Before leaving, Yi Zhen thoughtfully brought three bags of tea to Feng Yi and personally sent him out of the Duke's Mansion.

After a busy meal, Haishi has passed.

Yizhen knew that Mu Yunqing must still be waiting for his answer, so he turned directly into Meiyuan.

The candles in Meiyuan have been extinguished.

Mu Yunqing's bedroom door was also bolted.

Yi Zhen knocked on the door.

"Who?" Mu Yunqing's voice came from the room.

"Me." Yi Zhen replied.

Mu Yunqing hurriedly put on her shoes, opened the door, and stretched her head to look around the yard.

Then, he pulled Yizhen in.

After closing the door again, she asked in a lower voice: "Didn't we agree to go through the window? Why are you knocking on the door?"

Yizhen sneered: "Qingmei even blocked you in my room.

Sister Zhou is a seventh-level saint again, and the movements in the entire Duke's palace cannot be hidden from her ears.

Moreover, I have to go back to the Bodhi Temple to "please apologize" to the master tomorrow. Soon the whole Dakang community will know about our relationship, and sneakily climb into the window. What's the difference between this and hiding one's ears? "

Mu Yunqing was still thin-skinned. She pouted and retorted: "That's not okay. After all, we are not married yet, so we can't let people misunderstand us."

Yi Zhen lazily took off his shoes and lay down on Mu Yun's warm quilt. The expression on his face couldn't be more comfortable.

"Don't worry, what should be misunderstood has been misunderstood, and what should not be misunderstood is not known at all.

There is nothing in this world, the mediocrity disturbs it.

You just need to sleep comfortably in Xiao Monk's arms. "

Mu Yunqing had just gotten into bed and was about to move closer to Yizhen. When he heard these words, he quickly distanced himself from him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?

Who is going to sleep in your arms?

I just want to enter the first level of heaven to practice immortal magic. The distance is too far to enter your dream.

Stop being so self-indulgent. "

Yi Zhenjie smiled and turned to her side, and asked softly: "Then should we dream first, or should we discuss the seven colors in the book of life and death first?"

"Do you know what those seven colors mean?" Mu Yunqing asked with a look of surprise.

"Hmm~"

"Speak quickly." Mu Yunqing urged.

Yi Zhen smiled even more cunningly.