debt repayment

Not long after Le Min left, Quan Ying also left the Zijin Palace.

He flew over the ten thousand houses in the Heavenly Palace with a cloud, flew over the fairy source sheltered by auspicious clouds, went straight to the north and south, and headed for the Wuyou Palace of the Wudao Emperor Chonghuan in the west.

Wuyou Hall is located in the extreme west of Tiangong. Because His Majesty Chonghuan is in charge of fortune, the outside of Wuyou Hall is full of blessings, echoing the Zijin Palace in the east corner.

Quanying's purple golden light also produces blessings, but it mainly belongs to Huimu, and has little effect on other species, but Chonghuan's blessing is the best fat in the whole Tiangong, and Yao Chef specially circled a plot of land in front of his house grow vegetables.Even the divine beasts in front of the Temple of Worry are a few taels fatter than those of other immortal families.

But this is outside the palace, and there is no popularity inside the palace where the family of Qiufuxian should have stepped over the threshold.Except for the fairy boy serving the god who has to go into the palace every day to take care of the emperor's daily life, there is no fairy house to visit.

The hundred or so rooms in the Palace of Sanctuary were empty, even if the mushrooms in the courtyard grew as thick and tall as trees, they still couldn't hide the loneliness in the palace.

Before Quan Ying went to the door, she made sure that today was an auspicious day, Fang coughed and walked in with confidence.

He walked straight in, and there was nothing unusual along the way, until he turned around a corridor and bumped into a gray figure floating in the air.

The four eyes met, and both of them were shocked.

The accident happened in an instant, Quan Ying didn't know which dark brick he had stepped on, and countless light arrows shot out from all directions, wishing to pierce him right through.

Quan Ying skillfully and swiftly dodged left and right, dodged back and forth, and at the same time said to the gray shadow who started to say "I'm sorry", "Is the boss not here?"

"He went out to buy distiller's lees chicken."

As Gray Shadow spoke, he quickly backed away, the speed was so fast that Quan Ying was dazzled.

Quan Ying staggered, and the crown was knocked to the ground by the arrow of light.

Half a second later, there were layers of echoes in the corridor: "I'm sorry, I'm just going to go, go, go—"

"Come back!" Quan Ying yelled hastily, "Brother Mei, I'm here to find you today!"

Hui Ying froze for a moment, then flew back slowly, and stopped about two feet away from Quanying.The light arrow attack stopped.

The pale and thin gray-clothed boy looked like a girl who hadn't developed any signs yet, looking at him blankly with dejected brows.There were tears in the corners of his eyes, he felt wronged, just like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied and abused by her in-laws.

"You came to see me?"

"Exactly."

"What do you want me for?" the young man murmured, "I'm just a useless little god."

"Please don't underestimate yourself," Quan Ying said loudly, "Mei Geer, I have something to ask you. Can you feel that the southern land is not peaceful?"

The young man frowned slightly: "Which aspect?"

"The monk who died unjustly."

The young man was silent, looking for what Quan Ying wanted in the vast sea of ​​knowledge.

He has no name at first, but he is a resentful monster formed by the collection of resentment and filth in the world. Once formed, he has the ability to know the suffering of all living beings, and to bring disasters.Because it is not easy to show mercy to all living beings, the resentful demon hides alone in the wilderness, and unintentionally completes his meritorious deeds and ranks among the plague gods.

The Dao of Heaven was originally maintained by the spirit of the Great God Chaokong. Later, Cheng He and Hao Jun offered sacrifices to the heavens, and the twin gods and demons disappeared, and they also entered the void to participate in the decision-making and execution of the Dao of Heaven. on duty.

Somehow, Quan Ying always felt that the God of Plague was created by Hao Jun.

I still remember when the God of Plague first entered the Heavenly Palace, the chickens and dogs were restless, the house collapsed, the young man cried and apologized, but he couldn't find the door to the lower realm, so he could only hide in a corner of the Heavenly Palace, away from the immortals.

All the immortals discussed and sent the lone star of the evil spirit to the Palace of Worry-free to be Chong Huan's companion.One of them happened to be the God of Plague, and the other was Lord Fu, and the two mana offset each other, which could just cure the plague god's troubles.

Ever since, Chong Huan, who had always kept the door closed, was called to welcome his new neighbors.

His Majesty Chong Huan couldn't see the joys and sorrows, and he walked slowly from the west, which was very inconsistent with the blessed light behind him that benefited all things.

He stopped in front of the trembling young man who dared not look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Is it you who Le Min asked me to take away?"

The young man nodded.

"what's your name?"

The young man shook his head.

"No."

They passed Merlin.His Majesty Chong Huan handed him a branch of red plum, and waited patiently for him to take it away.

The fragrant plum with a little pink in it is red, and the blue fingertips of the young man are as warm as jade.

Having said that, Quan Ying's visit to God of Plague this time was to use his ability to perceive resentment in the world to try to find clues about the Chenjiacun incident.

The monk died unjustly, and his Taoist karma was seized and used by others. There must be resentment, which can be captured by this plague god who is good at perceiving the misery and resentment in the world.

But in the end, the God of Plague still shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Zhenming, I really... really can't find anything related to the monk who died unjustly. I'm so useless."

Seeing that he was about to shed tears while talking, Quan Ying comforted him, "It's not your fault, it's fine. Thank you."

Neither Le Min, who can directly foresee the changes in the southern land, nor the God of Plague, who can perceive the resentment of the incident, failed to detect the tragedy in Chenjiacun.

Things are getting pretty serious.

The flowers bloom at both ends, each showing a branch.Quan Ying originally thought that they would be able to find the traces of Cheng Yunchu and Cheng Yunchu after they came out of Jingbao Mountain for a few days, but unexpectedly, after half a month, they still found no such person.

He was confident that one ten-thousandth of the magic power left for the clone would be enough, but he didn't want Song Hui'an to be difficult to coax, and his luck was too bad. He would encounter shocking cases whenever he walked in the village, and he didn't expect that the two monks were really capable.

He wanted to change to a clone with higher mana power, but he couldn't make the decision himself.

It turned out that there was an agreement between the two gods in Tiangong to use the clone as a comparison. As a result, both of them secretly strengthened the magic power of the clone, and finally moved almost half of the magic power of the body.The huge impact pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and collapsed a corner of the Heavenly Palace.After this tragedy, the Eighth Patriarch stipulated that when the immortal envoys descend to the lower realm, they should not increase the mana of the clone halfway, so as not to cause damage to the foundation of the Tiangong, and then hurt the feelings of colleagues in the Gongjian Mansion.If there is an emergency and the mana needs to be increased immediately, the immortal family has to go to the Taoist Supervisor to obtain an application form, which must be stamped with the great seals of the Eight Patriarchs and Four Emperors within one natural day, so as to avoid huge fines.

However, His Majesty Qiong Yuan in the north is in the lower realm and has not been back for ten thousand years.If the cover is not neat, this way will not work.

If he wanted to increase the avatar's mana, Quan Ying had to create another avatar with stronger mana and go to the lower realm. While Song Hui'an was not paying attention, he secretly found a place where no one was there to replace it.

Quan Ying thought, if there is really no other way, he can only do this.

After accompanying Song Hui'an to relax around and send the dead soul of the child home, he squatted by the compass for several days to check the direction.Except for the Five Immortals who guard the house in the corner, there are really no half-dead ghosts and ghosts to be seen.

As the five immortals said, the closer you are to a big city like Hancheng, the more famous monks will gather.The disciples of Xianmen are noble, fast, precise and ruthless, and proficient in all aspects of subduing demons and eliminating demons.On the surface, the major immortal sects communicate with each other, are modest and polite, but in fact they compete secretly.They exterminated demons and suppressed ghosts, pushing all the way, like cutting leeks, leaving a bare field.

Originally, Song Hui'an was worried about sending the little ghost's scattered soul to the door of the house. Once they left, the child would be swallowed by the surrounding evil spirits. Now it seems that the child can enter the dream of the parents and say goodbye.

While on the road during the day, Quan Ying also asked the people: "Excuse me, has the Xianmen notified the missing disciples or something?"

"Ah, ah, little gods, you don't know about living gods, and I don't even know," different people from different places answered in this way, "There are so many living gods here every day, how can we remember who is who? Lost and who died?"

The implication is that the immortal sects have not openly searched for the monk who died in Chenjiacun.

Strange.After tens of thousands of years, the human world has returned all the energy and energy that was lost when the gods and demons sacrificed to the heavens. The life and reproduction of mortals have returned to the right track. Almost all the land that can be reclaimed in the lower realm has been opened. There are many people, but it is not possible to lose face every year, lose so many people, and still be ignorant and indifferent, right?

According to the calculation of 40 lives in less than half a year, counting from the time when Chenjia Village was controlled by Yin Immortals nearly [-] years ago, there are tens of thousands of monks who died in vain, and no matter how many disciples of the Immortal Sect, tens of thousands are by no means a small number.

What the hell is Xianmen doing?

That night.In July, the weather turns cold, not to mention the mountains, the wind in the city brings a little bit of coolness.

Quan Ying and Song Hui'an entered the city at sunset.They walked through large and small villages and towns, and for the first time in more than a month, they entered a big city full of people and towering buildings.

There is no curfew in Hancheng, and the night market is the busiest.Compared with small villages and small towns, the popularity is so high that even at night, there is little chance of seeing ghosts taking shape.

Without him, there are many mortals here, and there are also many immortal monks.

Han City is the transportation hub in the east of Chaohui Kingdom, where caravans come and go constantly, and disciples of Xianmen also prefer this place, so that Quan Ying can only find a room in the small inn in the south of the city.

Fortunately, his avatar is a short radish about ten years old. If he is a young boy who has started to pull out at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he and Song Hui'an will have to sleep on the same bed and the other.

However, he didn't intend to sleep tonight.

Come to a big city with a night market, who still sleeps?

It doesn't matter to Quan Ying, he has gone through hundreds of reincarnations in the human world, with flowers blooming like brocades, ancient Buddhas with blue lanterns, what scene has he never seen?It's just that the smell outside is too wild and fresh, making Song Hui'an, a domestic cat, hesitant and excited about a big plate of food, but he doesn't know where to start.

"Amu," Song Hui'an walked up and down the room, and finally sat down next to him, as if he had a string of beads stuck in his throat, he hesitated for a while before asking softly, "Is there a seller in the night market?"

Quan Ying spouted tea.

"Brother Zhu, why do you think so?"

Song Hui'an's face was flushed, his eyes dodged, and he stammered: "I used to listen to the palace...the servants said that there would be peddlers in the night market...but they lied to me?"

Couldn't it be that when you were young, you made a fuss about going out of the palace, and you listened to too many stories told by the old mother?

Quan Ying smiled and said, "Yes."

Hearing this, Song Hui'an widened his eyes and said, "There really is..."

"Well, sugar figurines are sold by bunches, and you can hold several bunches in one hand. Brother Zhu, do you want to eat?"

"Stinky boy," Song Hui'an was taken aback for another moment, and laughed to himself, "Okay, I want to blow up a sugar man just like you."

"Then I want yours too."

[The author has something to say: I really like writing Tiangong’s daily sand sculptures]