Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Ying Moyan returned to the Hall of Yan Luo, and immediately summoned the wheel-turning king Xue to meet him in the hall alone.

"Yan Jun is going to leave the underworld for a while?" The Lord of the Tenth Hall asked in surprise, seeing Ying Moyan's stern expression, the next sentence "Where are you going" died in his throat with interest.

"When I am away, you will be in charge of reviewing documents and issuing new souls. If there is something difficult to decide, you can postpone it for the time being and make a decision when I return."

"If other hall masters ask...?"

"Let's say I'm going to heaven to report on my duties."

The king of the wheel, Xue, knows well that the Heavenly Court will report on his duties once every hundred years, and Ying Moyan will only take over for decades, far from the time to report on his duties.But as a subordinate, the smartest thing to do is to see through and not tell the truth, and let Yan Jun handle his own private affairs, so let him go.

It's just that he was somewhat worried. Ever since he released the ghost named Lin Gongru into the world beyond the reincarnation of heaven, and went to the middle realm commonly known as non-immortal and non-human, some of Yan Jun's behaviors gradually became unbelievable.

His mood swings gradually became more obvious, with the changes of mood and anger that he didn't have when he first entered the underworld -- he seemed to have more "popularity".

As the master of Huangquan, this "popularity" is mixed with joy and sorrow.

"The subordinates know."

Ying Moyan entered the dormitory, turned around, took a deep breath, and unfolded the water mirror again.

The lake-like mirror surface fluctuated for a while, and there were ripples, as if trying to find a clue that the master wanted to pursue.After a while, the ripples calmed down, and the figure of a young man slowly emerged from the smooth surface of the water.

Ying Moyan looked intently, this water mirror looked at the eight directions, and could reveal the most subtle details; but this man was hidden in a cloud of gray fog, he couldn't see clearly, he could only flow from his chin. From the beautiful lines, it can be distinguished that he is not older than the age, but the specific appearance and clothing are difficult to see clearly.

Ying Moyan silently recited the formula, urging the water mirror to move.

The mirror fluctuated again, and finally zoomed in aggrievedly, and the close-up stayed on the man's face.

Away from a layer of gray fog, the facial features are still indistinct; barely able to see a pair of black and white eyes, with a sly and agile expression, when Mo Yan took a look, the man suddenly raised his brows slightly, as if aware of it Look towards the mirror side.

——Can he sense that someone is looking at him through the water mirror?

How can it be?

Ying Moyan was slightly surprised.

But the man didn't seem to be looking directly at this side. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then turned around again, and his figure was once again hidden behind the gray mist.

Ying Moyan stared at him for a moment, and finally made up her mind.

Pale and slender fingers stretched out from the sleeves of the large robe, and touched the water mirror, first the fingertips, then the wrists, then the arms, the shoulders, the Lord of the Underworld bent down, and his whole body fell into the sea like a drop of water, silently Breathlessly penetrated the smooth mirror surface.

The candles in the dormitory, the unfinished tea on the table, and the scattered books on the floor disappeared in an instant, and replaced by a small dark room with no light. A thick and choking smoke filled the narrow room. An unknown gray powder was also floating.

As soon as Ying Moyan appeared, he was choked by the smoke and the gray powder flying all over the room, and for a moment thought that there was a fire somewhere in the small room.

The young man who couldn't see clearly in the water mirror was hidden behind the weird gray smoke in this room, and his back was facing Ying Moyan, busy tinkering with something.Next to him, in a stove one person high, the flames were burning, and puffs of smoke were gushing out from it.

The man's hair was messy like a chicken coop. Among the hair hanging down behind his ears, several strands of hair curled up slightly, as if he had just escaped from a small fire disaster.

Ying Moyan quietly floated in mid-air, silently watching his back until the man turned around.

The man turned around and wanted to go to the shelf next to Ying Moyan to get something. When he turned his head, he met a pair of bright eyes and saw an unheard of spectacle——

A man in a black cloak stood face to face with his feet in the air with an indifferent expression.

The four eyes met, and Ying Moyan finally saw his appearance clearly. It was a young and upright face, with a straight nose, thick eyelashes, and a pair of eyes that were close at hand were radiant and full of vigor.

He was wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, but he didn't have a neat bun like a Taoist priest, nor did he have a Taoist crown.

The underside of the eyelids is covered with a layer of faint panda black, with a smoky gloom.

Ying Moyan looked at him, and he also looked at Ying Moyan in surprise.

As an ordinary person, seeing such an outsider suddenly appearing in the secret room where he lives alone, his first reaction must be to be shocked; not to mention that this "outsider" has his feet a few inches off the ground, showing an upper body. The weird posture of not knowing the world but not touching the ground, not screaming or rolling your eyes and fainting on the spot is already considered a face.

But the man dressed like a Taoist priest who had been burned by fire not only did not run away screaming, but also did not retreat tremblingly.

He looked at Ying Moyan suspiciously for a moment, but instead showed a look of surprise and joy on his face, he called out, "Are you Ma Liu? Or Wang Jie?"

These two names were unheard of, Ying Moyan frowned slightly and looked at him.

The young Taoist priest called out these two names, seeing Moyan's indifferent expression, he immediately corrected himself spontaneously.

He looked up and down at Ying Moyan, who was floating in mid-air, and said wisely: "No. Both of them are ordinary villagers, but you seem to have a noble status and an extraordinary bearing. Obviously, you will not be the two I recruited." I have invited souls for more than half a month."

Admitting to the wrong ghost did not make him depressed, and he quickly cheered up.Taking a step forward, almost sticking his nose to Ying Moyan's chest, he said enthusiastically, "My name is Luo Huang, do you still remember your own name?"

Ying Moyan's gaze fell on the cup of off-white powder in his hand, and followed his gaze to the shelf beside him.

It was filled with yellow rune paper, as well as black donkey hooves, rice, various incense candles, and animal skulls. I immediately understood the true identity of this man and the reason why he didn't change his face when he saw himself translucent.

Ying Moyan said: "Are you a psychic?"

This can explain why he is aware of his gaze through the water mirror, and why he has a face that has been burned by smoke.

The gray powder floating in the air, could it be——

The lord of the underworld took half a step back calmly, and raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose.

The man named Luo Huang laughed and said: "You don't have to worry, although the things floating here don't smell right, they are definitely not ashes."

He carefully put down the cup in his hand, and said, "It's inside."

"..." I didn't feel much comfortable.

Ying Moyan said: "Whose remains are you holding in your hand?"

"A young woman who passed away due to dystocia." Luo Huang said, looked at him carefully for a while, and asked him, "Are you lost?"

Most of the newly dead ghosts in the world are taken to the underworld by ghost messengers; if they are either rich or expensive, sometimes they will send out black and white impermanence-level seductresses.

The pale man in front of him, with a delicate blood-colored lotus flower on his forehead, is not an ordinary person, no matter in terms of his attire or demeanor.It stands to reason that there will be a special ecstasy envoy to take him to Wangchuan, and he will not be allowed to wander in the world.

The young man said again: "...Is there any wish left unfulfilled?"

Ying Moyan was silent for a long time, she didn't want to answer him at first, but when she saw the young man's inexplicable look of anticipation, she replied in a strange way: "...I want to see someone."

"A very important person?"

"……Yes."

The young man said clearly: "I think so too. If it weren't for the extremely important and hard-to-break people in my heart, there wouldn't be a newly-dead soul who would risk staying in the world for a long time at the risk of being scattered."

He enthusiastically suggested: "It's just that you'd better not stay too long, and return to the underworld as soon as you see the person you want to see. You must know that Old Yan Luo and his gang of ghosts are not vegetarians."

To call the current Lord Yan Luo Old Man Yan Luo, I am afraid that this guy is the only one in the world who has such a fierce heart and leopard courage.

Ying Moyan: "...Thank you for your suggestion."

Luo Huang said: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

His eyes are bright, and the way he looks at Ying Moyan is like a collector who has spent his entire life searching for rare and exotic beasts after climbing mountains and wading through rivers and rivers. The whole person sticks to him.

Ying Moyan's eyes flicked across the dazzling array of yellow talisman paper pasted on the shelf. Those spells that were written down by the owner with great expectation to invite ghosts and communicate yin and yang are mostly upside down, with disordered strokes, and even some purely pure. Cope with doodles.

It doesn't look like a serious psychic at first glance.

He slowly stretched out his hand towards the young man, with a gloomy blue death light on his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "You do have something that can help—"

Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door outside the dou, accompanied by the shout of the young man: "Luo God stick! Luo Huang!!"

The young man immediately said to him, "Wait a minute."

Opening the door of the small room, the person standing outside the door shuddered, "How many times have I said that when outsiders are around, you should call me Xianzhang, or Zixu Daozhang!"

A young man about his age poked his head in, looked around the narrow room that could be seen at a glance, and said, "How can there be any outsiders?"

Ying Moyan was floating by the corner of the wall, the blue death light on the fingertips of the lord of the underworld was still there, and he looked expressionlessly at the person who came in halfway.

This young man has no yin and yang eyes, so naturally he cannot see Ying Moyan.

He pierced Ying Moyan's body with his gaze, then retracted it, and said to Luo Huang: "Hey, don't play tricks, which one of us is with whom? Fooling in front of me. Did you "comprehend" anything famous? The Min family's People are in a hurry."

The young psychic looked frustrated, scratching his chicken coop-like hair, and said in distress: "The girl's soul has been gone for too long. I have worked hard for several hours, but I can't recruit her back. Instead, I recruited a—— "

His companion was impatient, so he interrupted him before he finished speaking, "Okay, then follow the old rules, I will go to arrange it first. You come out in half an hour." He closed the door with a slam, and ran away like a whirlwind up.

Luo Huang sighed for a long time, turned his head to look at the cup and bowl that he carefully put aside, then looked at the flaming alchemy furnace in the room, and rubbed the center of his brows as if accepting his fate.

He asked Ying Moyan: "What did you just say?"

Ying Moyan came here from Yan Luodian on purpose, of course not for the purpose of befriending the unreliable psychic brothers; what he had was the determination to cut through the mess quickly.

If it hadn't been for the interruption by the sudden young man just now, I'm afraid he would have succeeded at this time.

Ying Moyan's eyes flickered slightly, and said: "What do you want to do with him?"

Luo Huang picked up the cup and bowl very carefully, and gently stroked the edge of the bowl with her fingertips, as if silently comforting the vanished dead.

He said: "This girl is pitiful. She died of dystocia within two years of her marriage and a few days of comfortable life. Her husband's family thought that she had exchanged her life for a baby girl, and the ancestral hall refused to let her enter. The burial was hasty, and it took a long time for her natal family to find her burial place. My parents wanted to see their daughter again, so they climbed three mountains to ask me to do it."

Ying Moyan couldn't feel any soul breath from the cup of ashes in his arms, this woman should have been taken away by ghost messengers long ago, and it is estimated that she has crossed Naihe Bridge at this moment.

He said, "She has been gone for a long time."

Luo Huang said: "I reckon the same."

He sighed again, "—but, the living still have prayers."

When he said this, his voice was soft and melancholy.