Metaphysics boss dressed as a wealthy cannon fodder young master

The next day, Jian Xi tried to call Black and White Wuchang again, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response, and it was probably dead again.

Just about to accept the magic circle, but unexpectedly, two figures appeared in the eyes of the magic talisman circle.

Jian Xi took a closer look, but she didn't expect that it was Meng Shao and Hu Sanniang who came. Both of them hugged Dandan for a rare meal, and even brought Dabaidan a broken shell gift in advance.

Jian Xi raised her eyebrows, "Why are you two here?" Doesn't it mean that the underworld is currently short of manpower?

"No matter how busy you are, you still have to spare some time to look at Eggy. After all, Eggy was delivered by my sage hand. According to my sage's estimation, it's time for it to break its shell now. Why hasn't it broken its shell yet? What happened in the middle? What is it?"

Hu Sanniang came to see Jian Xi this time, not in the form of a little fox, but in the appearance of a girl in a yellow shirt, with a round face and a pink and tender voice, with a charming and sharp voice that belongs only to the fox clan.

Jian Xi looked at Hu Sanniang's dark eyes that kept turning back and forth, and she looked away guiltily.

Even if he was killed, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth. On the day at Tujiaba, how his son flew for dozens of miles, and how fiercely and domineeringly smashed the statue of Dharmakaya in Wuchuan.

And how majesticly vented his anger on behalf of his son.

Thinking of this, Jian Xi's waist straightened again, and she told the two people about the matter in a big way, and finally said with emotion, "My son is really promising, he is so awesome, my young master regards my son as a Rong, don’t be too sad if you don’t have a son.”

Meng Shao: "..."

Hu Sanniang: "..."

"Is it true that people who have children are willing to show off how awesome their son is." Meng Shao pointed out this fact with a deadpan expression.

Jian Xi: "...I didn't show off the truth. If you don't believe me, look at my sincere expression."

"Go to the side." Meng Shao rolled his eyes.

Hu Sanniang said, "It shouldn't be, you must know that the eggshells of the Dragon Clan are very strong, even volcanic magma can't be broken, let alone a bronze statue."

Hu Sanniang was puzzled talking to herself, and then she didn't take it to heart. After all, according to the secret texts of the underworld, every dragon king of the ancient dragon clan has their own temperament, and some like to break out of their shells early and majestic, blinding everyone's eyes Eyes; some like to be a salted fish dragon in the eggshell, doing nothing; some like golden gems and jewelry, with jewelry, you have everything; some like to lie in the hot volcanic lava and roll, Thinking about Longsheng...

"Oh, by the way, Huang Yingying and Tan Ziyou also asked us to bring you a gift, saying that it is to congratulate you on the birth of your precious son."

Huang Yingying is the female ghost of the Republic of China, and Jian Xi has always had a deep impression on her.

Now hearing the two talking about how she actually brought him a gift, they couldn't help but become curious.

Jian Xi was stunned when he opened it, and many images flashed through his mind in an instant, and his eyes were a little black due to the fast speed.

The picture is under the dim yellow sky. At that time, the underworld had not been well developed, unlike now, whether it is greening or the poor residential houses of each underworld, they were well planned.

In the underworld in his picture, there is still a dim yellow dome. The dome is divided into two parts from the mid-air, with a clear boundary. The upper part is a hazy yellow, and the lower part is pitch black. Surrounding the surroundings, the sky is full of yellow sand, without a trace of green. , there is only one wide and clear river meandering through the yellow sand.

That river has been flowing quietly like this for an unknown amount of time, maybe thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years, in a chaotic state, until one day, a man walked out of the clear river, that man was naked, His whole body exuded an aura like that of a banished fairy. There were three spots of golden water between his brows, and his jet-black hair was flying with the wind and sand, but none of the sand touched his head.

He walked up to the shore step by step, with a pair of ignorant eyes shining brightly, looking around and being extremely curious about everything, he pinched a magic weapon, and his better figure was tightly wrapped in a white dress.

But at this moment, there were bursts of thunder, and several purple lightning bolts appeared in the sky, which had never changed. The lightning came fiercely and urgently, as if with maniacal laughter and ecstasy, it slammed down on the man. Nine.

The man was hacked in a daze, without any injuries. He just changed into a new suit of clothes, and raised his head to look at the purple lightning in the sky innocently and suspiciously, as if asking, why are you hacking me?

That Lei Dian just twisted his little butt alluringly at him, and the provoking man pursed his lips and smiled.

Then I saw an exceptionally majestic voice resounding above the vast sky.

——My son Wangchuan.

The man tilted his head, looked at the sky suspiciously, pointed at himself, and tried to open his mouth to speak. After trying for a long time, he finally uttered a syllable of "I".

He wanted to say, do you mean me by my son?

——My son Wangchuan, you were born because of the Wangchuan River bred by the heaven and earth, so you should protect the balance and purify the pollution for this heaven and earth.

The man tilted his head for a moment, thought for a while, and bowed his hands towards the sky and said politely, "My son Wangchuan always remembers his father's teachings."

Tens of thousands of years have passed like this, and when the screen changes, the originally clear Wangchuan River has turned blood-yellow, and an endless stench emanates from the river.

But on both sides of the banks of the Wangchuan River, many lush weeds and fiery red flowers grew.

A stone bridge was erected out of nowhere over the Wangchuan River. On the stone bridge, Wangchuan held a branch, and volleyed three large blood-red characters on it—Naihe Bridge.

After mentioning it, Wang Chuan sighed silently as he looked at the ghosts who were churning up and down in the Wang Chuan River under the Naihe Bridge, howling in pain.

Tiandao: "Why does my son mention this bridge?"

Wang Chuan: "What the heart thinks."

Tiandao: "Why is my son sighing?"

Wang Chuan: "It's nothing to do."

Tiandao: "My son should not enter the human world privately."

Wang Chuan: "Father, if the child doesn't transfer his body into the human world, the drought will come and go, and the human world will suffer a severe drought, and the human race will probably perish."

Tiandao: "In order to eliminate the crisis in the human world, my son has become the mother of the rivers of the three realms, but the result is that these tens of thousands of ghosts and resentful souls are melted day and night. My son has resented being a father."

Wang Chuan: "Never. Ever since my child intervened, I have known to bear the punishment and consequences, but I feel a little guilty about the sky. The original yellow sand fairyland was turned into a ghost house by my child."

Heaven said: "My son is pure and kind."

……

In the blink of an eye, the picture changes suddenly, the sky is endless, the wind is howling, the sound of ghosts is shaking, and the sky is full of yellow sand.

And that immortal-like man, with a pale face, straightened his body with his hands behind his back, stood under the endless sky, listening to the judgment from Father Tiandao.

All the ghosts in the Wangchuan River behind him were crying and roaring, even the blood-yellow river was roaring, as if they were shouting for someone, complaining for someone, blaming the injustice of heaven for someone.

Under the empty sky, an ancient and stern voice appeared. The voice shook the fierce ghosts trapped in the huge river, and their seven orifices bled suddenly.

——Wang Chuan, you have neglected your duties and blasphemed the priesthood, you can plead guilty.

—— Wang Chuan pleaded guilty.

——Wang Chuan, you gave birth to the seven emotions and six desires without authorization, causing harm to the common people, you can plead guilty.

—— Wang Chuan pleaded guilty.

——Wangchuan, for the sake of purifying thousands of ghosts and guarding the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, if you kill the evil obstacles with your own hands, this crime will be forgotten.

Wang Chuan looked at the trembling little Zilong in his arms, and the little weeds at his feet trying to absorb water, trying to pull himself out of the ground. The ultimate sharp sword is about to be unsheathed, and it will cut the sky with one sword.

——Wang Chuan...not convinced!

——Wang Chuan denied it!

The three golden watermarks on Wang Chuan's eyebrows became more and more dazzling. Using yellow sand as a material in his hand, he formed a sharp sword, and with a sharp sound of breaking wind and a desperate gamble, he slashed fiercely at the sky above the sky.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights. In the end, Wang Chuan, in order to protect the little weeds that had been hiding at his feet, made a careless move and was struck by the divine lightning from the heavens. Between heaven and earth.

Wang Chuan spit out a mouthful of blood on the small weed, and his mana collapsed, but he still squatted down and touched the leaves of the small weed reassuringly, and smiled at it apologetically, "Sorry, I got you dirty."

The judgment of heaven also sounded behind Wang Chuan, and he was sentenced to enter the Nether Bone Path to endure the pain of bones and heart.

The little wild grass was sprayed with blood, and suddenly shook the leaves like crazy, as if roaring to tell him to run quickly, but Wang Chuan shook his head.

Reluctantly stood up, tried to condense the yellow sand into a sharp sword again, looked at Tian Dao with a sad and joyless expression, "Father, the child is born from the Wangchuan River with a sense of heaven and earth, unless the father lets the Wangchuan River dry up by itself, Otherwise, as long as the child still has a little strength and breathing, he will fight until the end of the sky!"

Heaven said: "Why should my son be so evil!"

Wang Chuan just shook his head, knowing that he couldn't understand the way of heaven, so he stopped talking, but the yellow sand sword in his hand had taken shape again.

The little Zilong circled Wangchuan and let out bursts of dragon chant, and angrily spewed hot dragon breaths towards the sky. Unfortunately, it is still young, and in front of the heaven, it is like a child. It has no strength. It fell to the ground in the air and fell to the small weeds.

Xiaoyecao received the painstaking efforts of the God of Wangchuan River and the scorching breath of the first-generation Zijin Dragon King. The emerald green leaves all over her body changed, first becoming golden, then gradually golden red and golden red, and finally The leaves all over the body did not see a trace of emerald green, but turned bright red, as if the color of blood.

Wang Chuan smiled with a pale face, because Xiaoyecao cultivated the Golden Body Dragon Snake Grass.

And it was obvious that Xiaoyecao's changes had not stopped, and after a while there were bursts of purple thunder in the sky, Wang Chuan looked at the thunder above his head, and realized that Xiaoyecao already had a godhead.

He is no longer as ignorant as he was when he was just born, and he also knows that as long as there are nine-colored thunder clouds descending between the heavens and the earth, then there is a god who is about to be born.

All the gods born are children of heaven.

He forgot that the god of rivers and rivers is also a child of heaven.

Now the little wild grass is too.

The stalks of the small wild grass began to grow taller, and when they reached nearly two meters high, they stopped and turned into a man in a black robe. The man's brows were a little red in the shape of flamboyant Bianhua petals, and he was in good shape, with bright eyes full of Furious, his face was resolute, bright and flamboyant, and a large field of fiery red Bianhua flowers sprouted under his feet. With every step he took, the color of the Bianhua flowers became more dazzling and red.

In the blink of an eye, the sky also burst out red Bianhua flowers all over the field. Those Bianhua flowers trembled, accompanied by endless yellow sand, tall and straight, blooming the most dazzling red, as if welcoming the arrival of the man in black.

A smile appeared on Wang Chuanhe's face.

The black-robed man quickly walked up to Wang Chuan, hid him behind him, and slapped the endless sky hard. The endless emerald green vines wrapped the sharp thorny Bana flowers, and rushed towards the sky above the sky. The red Bianhua flowers all over his body seemed to be on fire, showing how unhappy and angry the master was at the moment.

Tian Dao said indifferently, "Flower God Si Qing."

Every god conceived by heaven and earth, the position and name are endowed by the way of heaven.

And Xiaoyecao's god and name taboo are Flower God and Si Qing.

Si Qing didn't pause, and continued to raise his palms into the air, one palm after another. The bright red Bianhua was like the snake letter of a red-trained venomous snake. But still dissatisfied and launched a fierce attack towards the endless sky.

Wang Chuan raised his head and said calmly, "Father, Si Qing has been promoted to the God of Flowers at this time, and he is no longer an evil obstacle. You don't want to kill them all."

Tiandao snorted, "It's God's will, he shouldn't die! But you have to go to the Nether Bone Dao to receive the punishment!"

Wang Chuan cupped his hands, "My child, Wang Chuan, should remember his father's teachings."

It was the same as what he said to Tiandao's father after he first gave birth to his spiritual consciousness.

The dark clouds over the endless sky gradually dissipated, Wang Chuan looked at Huashen Siqing and smiled weakly, "Congratulations, Huashen Siqing."

"Si Qing's name is really nice, and the god position also fits your flamboyant temperament, which is great."

Si Qing blushed slightly.

Wang Chuan still went to the Nether Bone Path to be punished, no matter how Si Qing tried to stop him, Si Qing's handsome face was full of sadness and helplessness.

The other shore flower is bright red and gorgeous like blood, and it is attached to the road of bones leading to the netherworld of the underworld. From a distance, it looks like a road to purgatory paved with bones and blood.

All the thousands of fierce ghosts who were punished in the blood-yellow river rose and fell with the raging waves, took out their cherished thousands of human river lanterns, and placed them lightly on top of their heads.

Thousands of river lanterns floated into the air, forming a bridge of bright yellow lights, illuminating the road ahead in the dark and gloom, and at the same time shining over the flowers on the other side, spontaneously forming a road of fire.

Wang Chuan, with disheveled hair and shackles of the divine curse, is still exiled as before.

He looked at the bright yellow light bridge above the endless sky, his eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, his figure did not stop for a moment, barefoot, he continued to step on the white bones one by one, his body was always straight .

Suddenly a fiery red figure appeared next to Wang Chuan, both hands were also wearing the shackles of the magic spell, tilting his head slightly, looking at Wang Chuan with a smile and satisfaction on his face, the petals of the other side flower between his eyebrows became more and more red.

——Since I can't convince you, I will accompany you through this journey.

Wang Chuan looked at Si Qing, and the two smiled knowingly at each other.

Watching Wangchuan River God and Flower God Si Qing step by step towards the abyss, stepping into the Nether Bone Road, until the two people's backs dissipated...In an instant, the flowers on the other side of the sky all over the sky instantly withered, and all the river lights that led the way were instantly extinguished...

Under the endless sky, there was only endless darkness and low devil's cry, and bursts of sad dragon chant sounded in mid-air, as if to see someone off.

……

Jian Xi stared at the Dragon Serpent Grass in her hand, and for a moment her whole body was stiff and motionless.

That's right, the gift that Huang Yingying and Tan Ziyou gave him was a real dragon's grass.

But if you look closely, it is a little different from the flower god Siqing's golden body dragon snake grass in the picture, at least the color of this plant in front of you is a layer of light red, and it doesn't seem to have the bright red golden body of Huashen Siqing. Nor does he have the extraordinary ability of Si Qing, the God of Flowers.

Jian Xi was silent for a moment, and after he had digested the fragments of the picture in his mind, he closed the wooden box containing the dragon's grass in his hand, and came back to his senses.

It was only when he came back to his senses that he remembered that Huang Yingying and Tan Ziyou, now the husband and wife are helping to cook the soup under Meng Shao's hands. also good.

However, Jian Xi frowned, and suddenly remembered that since Wu Chuan was able to attack Huang Yingying, as his former subordinate Huai Su, he might not be able to escape the end of being silenced. He hurriedly wanted to contact Huai Su, but he couldn't , Thinking of Hong Xiao's insane state, he always felt that there was some unexplained misunderstanding between Huai Su and the others.

He told Meng Shao and Hu Sanniang about Huai Su and Hong Xiao, but Meng Shao said, "After I returned to the underworld, I went to check Huai Su's background."

"You may not know that Huai Su was a human being during his lifetime, not a white pagoda tree flower essence, but was made into a monster by being killed alive, because of Hong Xiao, who was made by Hong Xiao's enemy."

"As for the relationship between Hong Xiao and Huai Su, it is recorded that Hong Xiao was born in the period of the Republic of China, in the old Shanghai Bund. At that time, the situation in Shanghai Bund was turbulent and the people were in dire straits. When he was eight years old, his parents died tragically at the hands of robbers. , he became an orphan and was picked up by Huai Su and raised."

"Huai Su was a famous paper craftsman in old Shanghai at the time. She was eighteen years old, and she was superb in paper-cutting at a young age. Some demons and ghosts with low mana could not hurt her at all, let alone forcefully pull her soul out of her body. , stuffed into the white locust tree, "

"But it's so strange. One day, Huai Su suddenly disappeared. Even though Hong Xiao searched all the places where she usually haunts in Shanghai, she couldn't find it."

"Over the years, Hong Xiao has often disappeared, just looking for Huai Su's whereabouts. Now it seems that he chose to join the Police Department, maybe it was because of Huai Su. After all, there is a secret room in the Police Department. The whereabouts of many such things are recorded."

Jian Xi touched his chin, "If you say that, it can explain why Hong Xiao is in a state of madness."

Not to mention the relationship between him and Huai Su, just because Huai Su died because of him, he could be tortured to death and died of guilt.

Hu Sanniang grinned, "It seems that Hong Xiao is also an antique. He has lived from the Republic of China to the present. He is almost at the same time as Huang Yingying. I didn't expect to be able to maintain a young face all the time."

Jian Xi said, "It's normal."

There are not only old antiques who have practiced for hundreds of years in the Police Department, but also some spirits with outstanding abilities. They usually work together.

When Meng Shao was about to leave, he reminded, "Be careful with Huaisu, because of Huaisu, Hu Sanniang and I came here on purpose."

Jian Xi doubted, "No, if Huai Su was really working for someone, then Huai Su shouldn't have left my house voluntarily in the first place. Wouldn't she be able to supervise me better by living in my house?"

But Jian Xi remembered one more thing. When Huai Su pretended to be a ghost on Weibo and asked him to help him watch things, it really gave him an evil feeling.

That's why he was unwilling to agree to her request, which caused her to tie his hapless brother into the painting.

Meng Shao pondered for a few seconds and said, "Maybe it's because Hu San and I are here. She was afraid that she would reveal her secrets after a long time, so she hurried away."

Hu San was very sad, "I don't allow you to say that about Sister Huai Su, she must have had to do so, she will not really hurt Jian Xi."

Meng Shao rolled her eyes angrily, "I think you are spoiled by Mrs. Hu and you have lost your mind. If they cook you a chicken leg, you can sell yourself. I will make soup for you every day. , why don’t you think about it, I also have difficulties! How can I still have difficulties if I hurt you! It’s ridiculous!”

"Can it be the same! Sanshengshi Xiaopangdun and Sister Manzhushahua didn't eat the soup you boiled. I was afraid that you would be sad, so I endured the pain and drank it!"

"Sad ass, you go and ask them, did I suffer for them! Besides, tell me why Huai Su is close to Jian Xi! Why else!"

"Of course it's because..." Hu Sanniang suddenly fell silent.

Because she also thought of a possibility, which is to prevent Wangchuan River God from returning to his throne.

If Jian Xi does not return to the throne, then the Wangchuan River in the underworld will always be in a state of self-confinement and drying up. The consequence is that the ghosts with resentment and hostility in the underworld will never be purified, and the underworld and the world will continue to be chaotic. go down.

More seriously, it will even cause a huge disaster in the human world, and the lives will be wiped out.