From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Before Zhang Qiling could think of a gift, word came from the underworld that the Eastern Ghost Emperor Palace was ready and invited Bai Ma to live in the underworld.

Bai Ma just remembered the divine decree she had received. She had never imagined that her child, in a mysterious and powerful family like the Zhang family, would embark on another more amazing and sacred path - cultivating immortals.

As Zhang Qiling's practice becomes stronger, the heaven and earth begin to give back a trace of spiritual power to the human world. Although it is not much, as time goes by, the spiritual power will become stronger and stronger. One day, the people of this Dharma Ending Age may embark on a new path of cultivating immortals.

Bai Ma had just reunited with his two children, but now he had to separate from them again, feeling extremely reluctant.

Mo Jiu was also reluctant to let go. If his mother really went to live in the underworld, then if he got into trouble, all his previous plans would be in vain!

Zhang Qiling suddenly thought of what to give to his mother.

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Deep in the uninhabited area of ​​Medog, standing on the towering snow-capped peaks, looking down, the winding Himalayas in the distance are like a giant dragon, magnificent and incomparable. What is even more amazing is that there is a huge flower field hidden in the mountains, wrapped in heavy snow-capped peaks, as if it is a dream world.

The flower fields were full of blood-red flowers, like flames, and against the backdrop of the snow, they were extremely red. The fragrance of the flowers condensed into an invisible scent above the flower fields, making people feel relaxed and happy.

On the snowy peak next to the flower field, a small and exquisite palace appears, as if it was born from the heavy snow. It looks mysterious and has a bit of fairy spirit in the deep belly of Medog. It is like a bright pearl, inlaid on the top of the snowy mountain, emitting charming light. The walls of the palace are shining with strange light, as if they are made up of countless gems. The carvings on the doors and windows are exquisite, like the masterpieces of artists, which makes people sigh at the superb skills of the craftsmen.

Inside the hall, Mo Jiu touched the carvings on the wooden window, his face full of joy, and turned and ran towards Zhang Qiling who was sitting in a chair drinking tea.

"Brother Xiaoguan, when did you make this portable palace? It's so beautiful. Xiaojiu wants one too."

Mo Jiu hugged Zhang Qiling's arm and began to shake it, acting coquettishly and cutely.

Zhang Qiling looked at the shaking cup of tea in his hand. He wanted to drink it but was afraid of spilling it all over himself. He felt helpless.

"Xiaojiu, don't you like living with your mom?" Bai Ma looked at Mojiu's lively appearance, put down the Tibetan robe he was making, and smiled gently.

"I like it, but Xiaojiu also wants a small palace like this, so that we don't have to be exposed to the open air when we are in the mountains and wilds in the future."

"Xiaojiu, did you often sleep outdoors in the mountains?"

Mo Jiu nodded, "Brother Xiaoguan won't let me move my portable palace out."

The corner of Zhang Qiling's mouth twitched slightly again. He thought to himself that the space occupied by Mo Jiu's portable palace, once released, would probably be enough to cover a city. Even in the wild mountains and ridges, this scene was enough to cause worldly shock.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have learned how to make a portable house. It's just that I failed before and the only finished product is this one. But since it's going to be a gift for my mother, I changed the carvings and specifications of this palace and gave it to her first.

Later, I will take the time to make a more exquisite and beautiful seat for the little Qilin and give it to him.

"Let's do it later." Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to stop his shaking, and coaxed Mo Jiu.

"I want one carved with a unicorn, and it must be golden..."

"Carved Qilin." But it's golden. Well, it can be made into a small model, but not where he lives. He doesn't want to blind his eyes.

It's another day when I suspect that Mo Jiu has the blood of Pi Xiu.

Bai Ma looked at the expressionless face of her little official and smiled. This child really dotes on Xiao Jiu. It is estimated that the golden palace will eventually fulfill Xiao Jiu's wish.

"As the Ghost Emperor, would it be against the rules for me to stay in the human world for a long time?" Bai Ma asked a little worriedly.

Mo Jiu got the answer he wanted, climbed onto Zhang Qiling's knees, and let him hold him, his face full of excitement.

"Don't worry, mom. You can stay here as long as you want. No ghost in the underworld dares to object. It's just that there is not enough yin energy here, so it's a little difficult for mom to practice."

Mo Jiu felt a little distressed when he said the last sentence. Grandma's current abilities were given by Father Tiandao, but as the Ghost Emperor, if she is too weak, will she be bullied by other ghost officials?

Well! At worst, Xiao Jiu will go to the underworld and beat up all the ghosts.

"Mom is very happy to be with you. I don't dare to ask for too much else." Bai Ma said.