Dragon King Father-in-Law Wants to Drown Me [Time Travel]

"...The ancestors came out of the palace at that time."

"I see." Linghu Su nodded, picking up a pen and swishing on the paper.

The woman saw that Linghu Su was writing vigorously, so she spoke even more vigorously: "The ancestors studied a lot in the palace in the early years, and went to the county school to teach after returning home. Later, they went out to do business with the villagers and earned a lot of money. After getting some money, I went to the capital to open an academy, and I never went back to Mingfeng after that.”

Although he thought they wouldn't know, Linghusu still planned to try his luck, "Madam, do you know the Lin family in Mingfeng County who was at the same time as the ancestor?"

Xue Hua's calm face twitched slightly.

The woman shook her head, "Our county is not big, so I haven't heard of anyone with the surname Lin."

He turned around and asked other people, but no one knew.

The child who opened the door for them came out with a book, "Yes, and the owner of that house is a student of the ancestor."

"I would like to hear the details." Linghu Su said.

A young boy in his early ten years, who has read some books, but likes to pretend to be an adult, he said word by word: "I read from the county chronicles, that person is the first ever Juren in Mingfeng County. It caused quite a stir at the time. Before he went to Beijing to catch the exam, the county magistrate even made a special trip to host a farewell banquet for him."

Linghu Su Xindao Xuehua looks cold on the outside, but she never thought that she was also a high-quality scholar back then, it's a pity...

Linghu Su pretended to ask casually: "Then do you know what happened to his wife and daughter?"

"The county annals say that his wife and daughter died unexpectedly." The young boy glanced at Linghu Su thoughtfully, "How did you know that he still has a wife and daughter?"

Linghu Su smiled calmly, "When you come to the Imperial College in the future, you will naturally know."

Mrs. Feng enthusiastically wanted to keep them for dinner, but how could these few eat, so she quickly found an excuse to leave before the food was served.

Before leaving, Linghu Su thought of something, and asked casually, "How old was the little prince when he died suddenly?"

The woman thought for a while and replied, "Ten years old."

Leaving Feng's house, the three fell into a bamboo forest in the middle of the mountain. This mountain was the only mountain in Mingfeng County, also called Mingfeng. It was on this mountain that Xue Hua's wife was crushed to death by a tree.

"Ten years old... Ten years old..." Linghu Su repeated in his mouth, as if the answer would come out by itself after repeating it a few times.

The late emperor: "Does Ai Qing suspect that the little prince is also one of the owners of the sternum?"

Linghu Su: "You have to check the book of life and death to find out. If the prince's soul has not entered the underworld, it should be."

Xuehua stood aside for a long time without making a sound. Linghusu noticed that Xuehua was startled when the young man said "death", and her expression became more gloomy after that.

Linghu Su didn't know how to comfort Xuehua. She sighed and asked softly, "400 years, isn't it?"

Xuehua's eyes were gloomy, and there was a forbearance in her brows and eyes, "Yes."

The first emperor felt sorry for him, "The King of Hades is too cruel."

"No." Linghu Su said, "His daughter has lived nine lives, and has reached the limit of soul reincarnation times. She had no chance of reincarnation. It was the King of Hades who walked through the back door, so that she was able to go to the human world again."

Linghu Su didn't know these things at first, until she realized that her knowledge of gods and ghosts was too lacking, so she asked for a large pile of ancient books from the king of hell, and used the perseverance of the previous memorization to scan all the past and present in the sky and the earth. .

The late emperor lacked nothing during his lifetime, and he always showed extreme incomprehension of the restrictions imposed on everything, "Why is it the ninth generation? It's too short."

"It's not too short." A deep voice fell above them, and the three ghosts looked up, only to see the blue-robed Hades and Long Yi were slowly falling from the air, and the bamboo leaves fell gently beside them with the wind.

Of course not short.

For a normal soul, there are at least 1000 years of nine reincarnations, plus the waiting time in the underworld for reincarnation.When Samsara was first established, no one knew how long 1000 years was. They always felt that it was an extremely long time, and it might never come. Even if it did, I would not know where I was at that time.

Who would have thought that the young people who came down from Kunlun Mountain back then are now over 5000 years old.

"Yan... Why did the King of Yama come here?" The first emperor showed a trace of restraint after a long absence, and he wanted to find out the truth behind the king's back.

"Come here looking for you. You haven't been back to the underworld for too long, I'm afraid you won't be able to wear it out in the world." Hades said it kindly, like a boss who cares about his subordinates.

But the fact is that the first emperor was originally the son of heaven on earth, and after his death he should go to Penglai to become a fairy, and the king of Hades stayed in his underworld as impermanence, which is equivalent to cutting off the beard of the heavenly palace.If the first emperor died again in the underworld, I'm afraid he will be caught by the Tiangong again.

The first emperor was not moved by this, but his heart skipped a beat. Based on his experience as an emperor, such rhetoric was very likely to be true.

Yan Wang didn't care about the late emperor's reaction, and asked Linghusu, "What are you talking about, prince?"

Linghu Su observed the late emperor's reaction and saw that he had no intention of stopping him, so he said: "Feng Yan left the palace because of the sudden death of the prince. The prince was ten years old when he died."

The book of birth and death was turned into Yan Wang's hand, he flipped through it, stopped at one page, glanced at it and frowned, "He didn't enter the underworld."

really!

Linghu Su clapped his hands, "Feng Yan has a problem!"

Yan Wang continued: "Moreover, this prince's lifespan should not be only ten years, and the power of gods and ghosts should intervene in it."

The late emperor's eyes became darker and darker, he didn't dare to delve into it, fearing that the ancestors he enshrined in the ancestral hall would disappoint him.

"Do you know where the prince is buried?" King Yan asked the late emperor.

The first emperor lowered his head, not knowing whether he was calling him, but he didn't respond for a long time, and he came to his senses after being pushed by Linghu Su, "No... I don't know. I have to check the history books."

Linghu Su glanced at Long Yi who was squatting aside and playing with bamboo, and suddenly thought of something, and pulled Hades to a place far away from the late emperor, before asking: "Since His Majesty should have gone to Penglai to become a fairy after his death, is his wife, wife, and grandfather?" Also became a fairy?"

Yan Wang looked at Linghu Su, as if saying, "I'm enlightened", "That's right, the Congzhi Immortal on Mount Penglai is exactly him."

Linghu Su: "Go and find him."

"Where to find it?"

"Penglai."

"He's not in Penglai, he's in the underworld."

Only then did Linghu Su remember that Long Yi singled out the group of immortals from Penglai to the underworld.

Long Yi got up at some point, walked over with a tube of bamboo, and handed it to Linghu Su, "Here you are."

Linghu Su took a look, his face became gloomy, Yan Wang noticed it, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Linghu Su didn't intend to hide it from Yan Wang, and said truthfully: "That day at Wanfeng Mountain, Han Xiang took a pipe of hole flute and said Long Yi gave it to him."

Although the hole flute is slightly different from the one in front of me in terms of bamboo species, the position and size of the hole, including the blue light flowing on it, are exactly the same.

Yan Wang didn't take it seriously: "So what? Could it be because of jealousy?"

Linghu Su didn't deny it, "But Long Yi said that she didn't know Han Xiang."

"Oh." It still didn't attract the attention of Hades, "It's not a big deal."

"But..." Hades thought for a moment, and then said, "Maybe Han Xiang admitted his mistake."

Linghu Su: "Probably not. At that time, Long Yi heard an ancient song, so he dragged me to find the source of the sound. I didn't expect to see Han Xiang, who was playing a song called "The Wind Rises" with the pipe flute. the tune."

Hades didn't respond when he heard the word 'wind up', but if Po Meng was there, he would know that that song was sung by Long Wu to Long Yi who sneaked down the mountain when she was still at the edge of Ruo Shui.

"Did he say when?" Hades asked.

"Eight years ago."

Yan Wang had a strange expression on his face this time, and asked, "Long Yi, did you come to the world 800 years ago?"

Long Yi didn't like other people mentioning this topic, so he left a casual "no" and turned away.

Emperor Xian and Xue Hua stood looking at them from a distance, King Yan patted Linghu Su on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Long Yi has always appeared in the world intermittently these years, but you are the only one who is looking for him."

Yan Wang's words are really comforting, because he is actually not sure whether Linghu Su is the Nine-Tailed Fox, but because of Long Yi's insistence, he chooses to be skeptical.

Yan Wang and Linghu Su came over, the first emperor was holding a book in his hand, he had already turned a page, and handed it to Yan Wang, probably because he was implicating his own family, so his words were not as rigid as before, "Only the history books record that the prince died suddenly, and Where it is buried is not mentioned."

Yama asked, "Is it normal?"

Linghu Su said: "It's not normal. After the prince dies, he should enter the imperial mausoleum. Although it is an ancestral system, it will definitely be mentioned in the history books."

Hades was still staring at the book, with cloudy brows.

Linghu Su was very puzzled by this, "Why would the prince be involved? Was there a shortage of young sons at that time, so that they were so hungry that even the prince would not let him go? And if this matter is really related to Congzhi, then the prince is his own son , why did he attack his son?"

Hades didn't intend to stand still and continue to speculate, he said: "Let's go, let's go and meet Zongzhi."

Congzhi lived with their immortal friends in the seventh hell of the underworld, and was charged with helping evildoers and blasphemy.

Along the way, Linghu Su's nose was stuffed with the stench, and the heart-piercing screams, coupled with the dark and gloomy atmosphere, made people want to stay for a moment.

Hades may be afraid to frighten Linghusu, so he explained kindly, "When the hell was first built, it was clean and bright, but there are always ghosts who come and say that hell is different from what they thought, so they simply did what they wanted. It became what you see today."

"..."

They landed in front of a square iron cage, inside which sat several immortals, dressed in rags and with vicissitudes on their faces, but persisted in meditating upright. Linghu Su saw a face inside that he hadn't seen for a long time—Pingshan Taoist.

This time Ping Shan realized that when he saw Linghu Su, he called, "Master."

Seeing that he was disheveled and disfigured, Linghu Su felt compassion in her heart, but she would not show kindness to save him.After staying in the underworld for so long, she has also figured out a little about Hades' style of doing things.Her intuition told her that those who can be sent to hell by Hades will naturally have sufficient reasons to support their fate.

Among this group of immortals reduced to ghosts, only one had never seen them from beginning to end, his hair was tied up messily, as if he was still struggling to hold up the last bit of dignity after being trampled by someone.

he is--

Never stop immortals.