don't pass time

"Huh? What? Go to Huangquan?"

Lu Yuan straightened up and turned his head to look at Yan Lang in surprise. He was lying comfortably on the couch, his thoughts were wandering in the sky, thinking about what to do with the game levels that he had been unable to beat before he went out, but he heard Yan Lang told him in a tone of "the weather is really nice today" that they were going to the underworld.

Yan Lang nodded and raised an eyebrow: "Afraid?"

"Cut, what's so scary?" Lu Yuan squinted at Yan Lang arrogantly, then lay down relaxed again, squinting his eyes and looking at the place where the sea and sky meet in the distance, "Anyway, I will go after I die, sooner or later But what are we going to do? It’s almost Chinese New Year.”

The heart is so big.

Yan Lang came to a conclusion for his little lion concisely in his heart, and patiently explained: "Go and help Nuanfeng gather medicine. She is born with too strong spiritual power, and a mortal body can't bear it. Now she is much better than before. But she still can’t control her spirit power from time to time. Xuan Qing said that the Ganoderma lucidum on the cliff beside Wangchuan River is good for her, so Chen Nan asked me to help her go.”

Before Lu Yuan could ask questions in the future, Yan Lang added: "Oh yes, Xuan Qing is Chen Nan's master, an old Taoist priest."

When he said that, Lu Yuan suddenly forgot what he was going to say. He thought about it for two seconds before asking: "Why do you want to go at the end of the year? Is Nuanfeng in a hurry to take medicine? Then why don't we start now?"

"Don't panic, don't panic." Yan Lang waved his hand, and came up with a pre-thought-out statement, "The problem of warm air is not a one-day or two-day problem. It is because the Ganoderma lucidum is in the dormancy period, and it is not easy to run around. It's better to pick some."

Lu Yuan nodded, remembering that a certain scripture about elixir and spells seemed to say that, to pick spiritual herbs such as Ganoderma lucidum, one must prepare special spells with sufficient spiritual power in a certain period of time. , otherwise they will suddenly disappear and you will never find them again.

Just when he was still about to ask something, Yan Lang suddenly looked under the coconut tree not far away, and said in a bad tone: "Here we go again, I really persevere."

Lu Yuan sighed and looked at him speechlessly.Seeing his curled lips, Yan Lang snorted softly to express his disdain, and turned his head away to look at him again.

Ever since he was with Lu Yuan, the calm and generous Teacher Yan never went back again. He played petty temper, was jealous, teased, and teased him. I feel a little sorry for my age.

Humans are like this sometimes, they always go beyond their imagination, shamelessly beyond their imagination, that’s okay.

The person under the coconut tree is Mo Niannian. Ever since she was yelled at by Lu Yuan that day, she never dared to talk to them, but she would always appear in various places with Lu Yuan far away, which made Yan Lang furious. It's hard to say anything.Lu Yuan wanted to tell her that you don't want to follow me anymore, but because no matter how you hear it, it sounds like an old peacock spreading its tail. After all, girls have their own freedom, and no one else can control where they appear.

Lu Yuan thought she was cute when he saw her harmless appearance before, but since she was questioned about the Fallen Leaf Sword that day, he didn't want to see her very much, as if she was a **** who would destroy his peaceful life at any time Danger.

Out of politeness, Lu Yuan still nodded to Mo Niannian.

Although Mo Niannian can see Lu Yuan greeting him every day, but every time he will show a small startled expression, which makes Lu Yuan always wonder if he is really fierce.

After saying hello and smiling, he turned his head to look at Yan Lang, and suddenly thought that if he didn't have Yan Lang, he should like this type of girl, who is easily shy, occasionally a little stubborn, and really cute.

But, he snatched Yan Lang's hand, Yan Lang pretended to be disdainful, but his hand seemed to stick to his skin, Lu Yuan suddenly smiled, but there is no if in the world, and he already has the biggest lucky friends.

Seeing the movements of the two, Mo Niannian blushed and quickly looked away to look at the sea, but the scenery couldn't catch his eye.

She sighed slightly in her heart, thinking that it was just a little affection. Young girls are like this. They will always encounter crush in life, even if she is a psychic. Don't worry, it will happen in a blink of an eye. forgot.

She told herself in her heart that I was just completing the tasks of the family and had no selfish intentions.

In the evening, Yan Lang wanted to discuss with Lu Yuan whether he would go home before going to Huangquan. Lu Yuan was sitting by the bed playing games, when he heard his question, he raised his head from the screen and looked at him suspiciously: "Go back What are you doing? Forgot something?"

Yan Lang was standing at the beginning, when he heard his answer, he knelt on the bed and rubbed his head in his arms: "Little boy, you really don't want to leave, we can't celebrate the New Year at home, why don't you go back and have a look?"

Lu Yuan carried the photos left by his grandfather with him, and with Yan Lang by his side, he didn't have any other concerns at all. He could go somewhere that didn't belong to him anytime, anywhere.So he broke free from Yan Lang's clutches that prevented him from playing the game, and asked without raising his head: "Anyway, it's just the two of us, isn't it the same everywhere?"

Yan Lang thought about it for a while, it was indeed true, and nodded politely: "That's right, anyway, I don't have anything else to take with me except you."

——Anyway, I have nothing to cherish and worry about except you.

Lu Yuan threw the phone away, lay on his back on the bed and howled: "Look, it's all your fault, he died again!"

Yan Lang ignored his accusation, and followed him on the bed, looked at him from above him, and asked very seriously: "If, I mean if. If there is chaos in the world one day, no, no, it will be chaos in the spiritual energy world .Not only do I have to go to Huangquan, but I also have to deal with monsters and purify the battlefield. I will no longer have such a stable life. What will you do at that time?"

Lu Yuan blinked and stared at him: "Aren't you taking me with you?"

Yan Lang rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb: "It's dirty, tiring, busy, and dangerous."

Lu Yuan stretched out his hand to catch the mischievous hand on his lips and kissed it, he smiled wantonly, his eyes sparkled: "Then I'll be happy too."

Just spent the last time before the year leisurely wearing a vest and big underpants. In the middle of the night on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month in the lunar calendar, the two of them took the charm with them and embarked on the road to the underworld.

The world's so-called Yellow Spring is just a synonym for the vast underground underworld. The underworld is vast and boundless, and the center is Luofeng Mountain where Emperor Fengdu lives.

After death, the soul enters the underworld, no matter where it starts to enter the underworld, and finally walks along a long river before passing away. I heard that the river is icy cold, mixed with mud and blood, bottomless and endless, Not a single blade of grass grows on both sides of the strait.

The river used to be nameless, or maybe it existed, but no one remembers it.

Later, at some point, there was a bridge over the river. There was a middle-aged woman named Meng Po beside the bridge. Her duty was to give a bowl of medicine soup to every soul who crossed the river via the bridge to reincarnate. All the past is gone like smoke.After a long time, everyone called this river Wangchuan because of the decoction.

I almost forgot to mention that the bridge guarded by Po Meng on the Wangchuan River is the Naihe Bridge.

Lu Yuan didn't know much about the affairs of the underworld, so he walked with Yan Lang, listened to him explain the origin of the name of Wangchuan, and asked, "Didn't you hear that the riverside of Wangchuan is full of flowers from the other shore? How can you say that no grass grows?"

Yan Lang shook his head: "It's just a sad and beautiful imagination of the world. The water in the Wangchuan River is turbid and full of bloody smell. All flowers and plants are smothered to death. Only on the cliffs far away from the river will some spiritual plants grow. Things, just like the Ganoderma lucidum we want to pick."

Lu Yuan sighed, as if he felt sorry for missing some good scenery, and after a while he asked again: "How do you know? Have you been there before?"

"Did you forget? I've been reincarnated several times."

Lu Yuan knocked himself on the head: "Oh yes."

Yan Lang glanced at him with a smile, and his heart was not only like this, I also went there many times when I was alive, looking for the person I lost before.

Lu Yuan thought for a while, and asked a more urgent question: "Are we going to Mount Tai?"

Everyone's path is different, it's the same in life, and it's the same in death.The scriptures say that if a living person wants to enter hell, he must enter through the entrance of the underworld of Mount Tai. The dead are not restricted. The soul has no body and can come and go freely. If you pass through a barrier anywhere, maybe you will be the underworld behind you.

Yan Lang threw out an expression of "Are you kidding me?": "Walking to Mount Tai?"

Seeing that Lu Yuan didn't want to talk to him, Yan Lang didn't tease him anymore: "I was born to breathe in water, and I can naturally shut down people's anger when I go to the underworld, no different from a dead soul. If you say it, I will use it A spell can seal your breath for a few days, and you can go by drawing a yin and yang formation."

"Then she can go too?"

Yan Lang knew that Lu Yuan was referring to Mo Niannian.

The girl followed them as soon as they left the hotel after nightfall, keeping a close distance, as if she had already made up her mind to follow them no matter where they were.It's okay not to mention this, Yan Lang felt full of anger when he said it, and he didn't know what the girl was thinking, so he insisted on following them.At this time, he heard Lu Yuan's question and said bluntly: "You can, but she can't."

Lu Yuan was about to get to the bottom of it, when Yan Lang suddenly stopped and looked back, Mo Niannian was caught off guard when he saw him looking back at him, he was startled and also stopped.

Yan Lang waved to her: "Girl, come here."

Mo Niannian was stunned for a moment, and slowly came over, looking at them timidly, but tried hard to put on a resolute expression.

Yan Lang couldn't help but asked helplessly in a tone of wishing to beg her: "Why have you been following us all this time? Do you know that the place we are going to is the underworld? I think you are not weak in spiritual power, you should be from a spiritual family My child, you should know that you can't go there."

Mo Niannian really didn't know that they were going to hell, and when he heard that he was shocked, he wanted to ask why they were going, but felt that he was not qualified to control, so he had to bow his head: "I know."

Listening to the answer, Yan Lang thought she had listened to his persuasion, so he said gently: "That time, be careful."

"No!" Mo Niannian replied firmly, "I can wait for you at the entrance!"

Yan Lang was speechless, rubbing his brows with great effort, Lu Yuan couldn't help repeating the question Yan Lang asked: "Why are you following us?"

Mo Niannian muttered for a while, then secretly looked up at Yan Lang and then at Lu Yuan: "I have a mission."

"The task is to follow us?"

The last time Mo Niannian questioned Lu Yuan, he was furious, and now he dared not say anything, for fear of making them angry and throwing him away, so he just said: "I can't say."

Yan Lang and Lu Yuan looked at each other, Yan Lang shook his head and turned around: "Let's go."

Mo Niannian was as happy as if he had got permission, and began to keep a certain distance behind them, until Yan Lang stopped with Lu Yuan.

It was Zishi, the most cloudy time of the day, and Mo Niannian looked around and found that they were in the lowest and most enclosed recess, and the surroundings were deserted.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the imagination of hell, I added some of my own ideas to the traditional imagination. If there is any similarity, I probably wrote it according to the description of Taoism. If it is relatively new, it may be made up by myself. Don’t take it seriously~

The idea of ​​having a story in hell has been there almost since the beginning of writing this story, so in the introduction of the novel, there is also the content of the underworld, and here is where the turning point begins, because Lu Yuan gradually needs to understand his own body The place is at the center of all stories and incidents.

Since today, I have been missing from the new ranking list, and then I adjusted the chapter settings yesterday, and lost 30 points inexplicably, and I did it myself hahaha, it’s okay, don’t worry about it, write slowly, don’t cheat~

I told myself to be strong, and to be happy on a stand-alone machine hahahaha!

May everyone be happy~~~