I use technology to revitalize the underworld

"Hey~ He doesn't care about that." Murong Qiao led Feng Jingchen downstairs, "He, I wish we could catch all the ghosts in the south. He can be free~"

Murong Qiao's words are intriguing.

Feng Jingchen's eyes turned slightly, he didn't know if he was referring to something, or he just answered the words: "If that's the case, the real Nanqiao can go to the underworld to take up an official position."

Murong Qiao paused for a moment, and suddenly enlightened: "Ayu, what you said makes sense!"

"It would be better if Master Uncle was a decent ghost messenger than he is now a ghost king!"

Murong Qiao approached Feng Jingchen excitedly, and said eagerly, "Ayu, you have acquaintances in the underworld...cough, do you know ghosts? Can you introduce me to my uncle?"

Seeing his appearance, Feng Jingchen was rather puzzled: "Isn't it good to be the king of ghosts?"

Mentioning this, Murong Qiao's excited expression slightly subsided.

He rolled his eyes a few times to see that there was no one around, and then whispered in Feng Jingchen's ear: "Ayu, I'm just telling you, don't say it."

Feng Jingchen's earlobe was a little itchy from the breath sprayed by Murong Qiao, he turned slightly sideways, raised his eyes to look at Murong Qiao: "Okay."

Murong Qiao sighed lightly, and his expression became a bit more serious: "Actually, ten years ago, uncle Shi was also a genius that was unmatched among his peers. Everyone said that he would become the fourth great power to transform gods. But... "

A look of loneliness flashed in Murong Qiao's eyes: "Ten years ago, the Qiannan Ghost King was infected by Yin Qi and became insane. He massacred all the people and ghosts in the ghost city!"

"Uncle Shi was already at the peak of Nascent Soul at that time, and it was his duty to lead everyone in the Dao Palace to stop the ghost king. It's a pity..."

Murong Qiao frowned, and his voice was extremely low: "The strength of the ghost king is above the stage of transforming gods. In the end, my uncle sacrificed himself to die with the ghost king."

Feng Jingchen looked up at Murong Qiao.

This was the first time he saw Murong Qiao in such a depressed mood.

Just like the usual little sun, it was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Feng Jingchen didn't know why... he felt a little blocked.

He gently put Murong Qiao on the shoulder: "Fortunately, death is not the end. Now that he has become the king of ghosts, can't he also meet you often?"

"Hey..." Murong Qiao got angry when he said this!

He led Feng Jingchen to the restaurant with big strides: "Master, you should be the king of ghosts, why don't you go directly to reincarnation!"

Feng Jingchen: "What's wrong?"

Murong Qiao took out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, with an angry expression on his face: "Uncle Master originally wanted to reincarnate. But those guys insisted that the ghosts in the south have no leader, and they wanted Uncle Master to become the king of ghosts and help them sit in charge."

If it's just that, then it's not too much.

"But!" Murong Qiao put down the bowl heavily, with a gloomy expression, "After Shishu became the ghost king, they worried that Shishu would also be swallowed up by Yin Qi, so they guarded against Shishu everywhere. They often did things in secret! Several times, Shishu almost They were killed by them!"

It's just...

Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and curse the mother!

Disgusting!

Yan Wangyin was filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much to harm people! Why is the celestial master so wicked?"

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly.

He remembered the weird atmosphere of the South Bridge when the doormen of Zixiao Dao Palace saw it, and finally understood what was going on.

Feng Jingchen: "Have you found the person who did it?"

"Ah." Murong Qiao's anger subsided a little, and there was a trace of gloom in his eyes, "Those forces who directly acted are gone. But whether there are orders behind it... I can't find out."

As for how those forces don't exist...

It can be seen from Murong Qiao's crisp and neat action of demolishing the house last time.

Feng Jingchen looked up at Murong Qiao's gloomy appearance, his black and white pupils flickered slightly.

He lightly put the back of Murong Qiao's hand: "Don't be angry. The underworld is currently short of manpower. If Master Nanqiao is willing, the underworld will definitely welcome him."

Murong Qiao raised her eyes suddenly, and held Feng Jingchen with her backhand: "Ayu, are you telling the truth?"

"En." Feng Jingchen looked at him, "Let's try our best to send all the ghosts in the south to the underworld first."

"Ayu is right!" Murong Qiao was not a gloomy person, and his emotions quickly dissipated, "Let's work together!"

"Okay." Seeing his recovery, Feng Jingchen asked, "By the way, you just said that Yin Qi was out of control, what's going on?"

"That's it." Murong Qiao helped Feng Jingchen to serve the meal, "After a person becomes a ghost, only the soul remains."

"Without a physical body to help store energy and filter impurities, ghosts are easily polluted by resentment and evil spirits from the outside world."

Murong Qiao sighed softly: "Yin Qi and these bad things are a natural match. If you don't control it well, the whole ghost will be eroded by these bad things and eventually lose your mind."

"Actually, the ghost king is not necessarily the strongest ghost, but the only one who can maintain reason among the powerful ghosts."

Yan Wangyin also strongly echoed: "That's right! So Chen Chen, don't look at the ghost king who is doing well now, he might lose his mind at some point and swallow you in one gulp!"

"Of course, this is definitely not the reason for those guys to murder the ghost king!" Yan Wangyin added weakly.

Feng Jingchen understood: "It's no wonder that all ghosts basically lose their minds."

"Yes." Murong Qiao took the opportunity to hold Feng Jingchen's hand again, and earnestly instructed, "Ayu, if you encounter a ghost that you can't beat in the future, remember to turn around and run away! Don't try to reason with them."

Yan Wangyin got angry when he heard this: "You guys are so embarrassed to say that? Who the hell just threw a hundred-year-old ghost in front of Chenchen?! You bastard!"

Feng Jingchen was filled with righteous indignation when he heard Yan Wangyin's words, and he couldn't help but smile a bit: "Okay."

Exactly at this time.

Wu Xinghai and Shi Qiulu came to the entrance of the restaurant.

Shi Qiulu saw Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao clasping their hands and looking at each other affectionately.

She gently pushed her glasses with her index finger, and cast her suspicious eyes back and forth at the two of them: "Brother, what are you doing?"

And Wu Xinghai stared at Feng Jingchen for a long time, and finally recognized him and Murong Qiao because of his intimate posture.

Murong Qiao let go of Feng Jingchen's hand very naturally: "There's nothing to do. Let's eat."

"By the way, Ayu and I are going to Nanqiao Ghost Market later, are you going?"

Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai froze and shook their heads together: "No!"

"Forget it, you guys should practice hard at home." Murong Qiao didn't force them.

Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai practiced a lot at home when they were young, and they didn't have a close relationship with Nanqiao, so they were naturally afraid of the legendary Uncle Ghost King.

Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wu Xinghai suddenly looked at Feng Jingchen expectantly, but didn't know how to speak.

Feng Jingchen looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Wu Xinghai was so nervous that the roots of his ears turned red. He took out something similar to a poke ball: "I, I improved this according to what you said. Now the quality of the products can be stabilized. I will give this to you for a try."

"Thank you." Feng Jingchen took it with some doubts.

But I don't remember when I discussed this with Wu Xinghai?

Wu Xinghai's eyes lit up, and he looked at Feng Jingchen with admiration: "I followed the method you taught me and divided this magic weapon into 293 modules. Then I checked the problems and upgraded and optimized them one by one."

"Now this Ghostbuster Ball, as long as it's not a ghost, can catch ghosts from a distance of 100 meters!"

The more Wu Xinghai talked, the more excited he became: "The next step I plan to continue to upgrade is to see if I can deal with ghosts!"

"Oh?" Murong Qiao took Feng Jingchen's elf ball and looked it over carefully, "Sure, you finally made a second reliable magic weapon."

Feng Jingchen also understood at this time, when did he "help" Wu Xinghai.

He looked at the elf ball and admired it very much: "It's a very good idea, it can be used as a substitute for the ghost prison."

Wu Xinghai's ears became even redder by the praise: "It's all thanks to Brother Chen. If it wasn't for you, I still don't know how to correctly research a new magic weapon."

"?" Murong Qiao looked strange.

Although he doesn't know what the correct posture is to study the new magic weapon.

But... the previous new magic weapon must not have been researched like Feng Jingchen did, right?

Murong Qiao held back for half a second, and finally nodded emphatically: "That's right! It's all thanks to Ayu!"

Shi Qiulu who witnessed everything: "???" Brother, please be sober! !

Feng Jingchen didn't take credit for it, and continued to praise Wu Xinghai: "You developed this by yourself. You just learned the research experience when helping me refine the small black room. This is all the result of your hard work."

He looked at Wu Xinghai, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

So Feng Jingchen turned his eyes slightly, and began to flicker: "Speaking of which, in fact, our research model actually has a relatively important technical limitation."

Murong Qiao and Wu Xinghai said in unison: "What?"

Feng Jingchen: "As celestial masters, we have to deal with mana and yin energy every day. But it seems that no one has ever thoroughly studied these energies."

"Where do they come from? What kind of attributes, characteristics... etc., we don't understand clearly."

"It's like we want to do calculus, but we haven't figured out how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide."

Feng Jingchen looked up at Wu Xinghai and Murong Qiao, and finally his eyes fell on Shi Qiulu: "If we can lay this foundation first, we will have a more comprehensive and profound understanding of these energies."

"In the future, whether it's drawing symbols, refining weapons, setting up arrays, or casting spells, will we be faster and better than others?"

"If this point is clarified, the scientific foundation for the study of metaphysics will be laid. Can the development of metaphysics take another big step forward?"

Murong Qiao and the others: "..."

Although these words sound very weird, but... they seem to make sense! !

Wu Xinghai had long been Feng Jingchen's fanboy, and immediately asked, "Then what shall we do now?"

Feng Jingchen had already planned: "I think we first need a device that can observe these energies more clearly. Only by observing them can we proceed to the next step of research."

He has the eyes of truth, so there is no need for such trouble.

But if there is only one eye of truth, it means that all research cannot do without Feng Jingchen.

This is not what he wants.

In this brand new world, even if someone explores it for a long time, in Feng Jingchen's eyes, everything here is still ignorant.

He needs fellow travelers.

Just like it was countless scientists who promoted the development of human scientific and technological civilization, not a certain savior.

Murong Qiao's three brothers and sisters may be a good starting point and introduction.

Sure enough, deep thought flashed across Wu Xinghai's eyes: "I understand! I'll go research it now!"

Before the voice fell, he had already run up to the second floor.

Only the "light bulb" Shi Qiulu was left behind.

Shi Qiulu looked left and right, and finally coughed: "I'll bring some food up to eat with my junior brother!"

After finishing speaking, he casually took two dishes and slipped away.

Now there are no "outsiders" in the restaurant.

Murong Qiao graciously served Feng Jingchen a bowl of soup again, and sat next to him: "Ayu, try it, the chicken soup stewed with century-old ginseng is delicious~"

"Thank you." Feng Jingchen gulped down his stomach, and couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

He actually faintly felt some energy, which was absorbed into the dantian and turned into mana!

Murong Qiao smiled and said, "How is it? Amazing, isn't it? These old ginseng are all spiritual medicines, drinking a little occasionally can improve your cultivation~"

"But we are young, so we can't drink it often, or we will get nosebleeds."

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly, and a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes: "Xuanmen has been developing for many years now, and a lot of experience is very valuable. But if we can sort out the laws and complete the exploration and arrangement of scientific theories, it will definitely make the whole Taoism Take it to the next level."

"You're right!" Murong Qiao also agreed very much.

It's not that he has no brains to support Feng Jingchen.

Murong Qiao, a young man who loves modern society, has lived in Taoism for more than ten years, and he can clearly feel the stagnant water in Taoism for a hundred years.

This is also the reason why Murong Qiao is not optimistic about the current Taoist reform.

Because as long as the ideology of the group of old men in charge is not completely changed, it is impossible to accomplish great things.

And Feng Jingchen's concept of introducing science into metaphysics is like introducing a ray of living water into a pond.

Maybe, it can really change the whole Xuanmen!

Murong Qiao thought so, and consciously wanted Feng Jingchen to go deeper into the Taoist circle.

So he told Feng Jingchen about the recent situation of Xuanmen: "By the way, Ayu, the evil celestial master organization you mentioned last time. They finally finished their meeting a few days ago, reached an agreement, and started hunting around."

Feng Jingchen paused as he drank the soup: "It started a few days ago?"

Murong Qiao coughed guiltily all of a sudden: "It should have been decided a week ago. But didn't we find out two celestial master forces that were eaten away by evil celestial masters?"

"So during this period of time, the entire Xuanmen has been conducting self-examination. It is true that some depraved celestial masters have been found out. There are also many small and medium forces that have been uprooted, and the entire Xuanmen has been in turmoil for a while."

"These few days have finally stabilized, and they are also aware of the threat of the evil celestial master organization to Xuanmen, so they will start to act immediately."

Feng Jingchen: "..."

There are a lot of slots in this passage.

Feng Jingchen focused on the most important point: "Then, have all the evil masters in the Xuanmen been cleaned up?"

Murong Qiao picked up beef brisket with chopsticks for Feng Jingchen: "Everything that is easy to find has been cleaned up, and now it seems to have calmed down temporarily. But secretly..."

Some people have already set their sights on the high-level Xuanmen.

It's just that for this group of people, it is very difficult to investigate, and it is estimated that there will be no results in a short time.

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly, but frowned slightly: "It's because the evil celestial master organized his hands to enter his home, so they have such a high efficiency of action?"

According to what Murong Qiao said, even if there were no accidents, the results only came out a week ago, which is too slow!

The evil celestial master organization may still be cultivating an unknown number of ghost mothers, how can they be so careless!

Murong Qiao curled his lips: "That's how they are. There are too many interests involved. If the sky is not falling, it will be difficult for them to work together."

"But Ayu, don't worry, they decide to do it now, and their efficiency is quite fast."

"In the past few days, I have read reports in the group that a dozen strongholds of evil celestial masters have been destroyed, and it seems that I have obtained a lot of clues. Now pull out the carrots and bring out the mud, and the evil celestial masters will be organized soon. Catch them all!"

Feng Jingchen sighed lightly.

He never expected that the current Xuanmen has reached such a point...

It seems that in the future, it is not possible to hand over important matters to Xuanmen.

Fortunately, I never thought of relying entirely on Taoism.

Feng Jingchen turned his eyes slightly, and quickly and quietly adjusted his original plan.

I am even more looking forward to the next trip to Nanqiao Ghost City.

After lunch.

Before two o'clock, Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao returned to Nanqiao Ghost Market.

There is no sunshine in the ghost market, so it is so "lively" 24 hours a day.

Feng Jingchen didn't come here with an urgent mission this time, but he was very curious about the lives of ghosts in the ghost city.

Murong Qiao saw what he was thinking, so he didn't directly start hunting ghosts.

As usual, he stuffed a few talismans into the ghost guarding the gate, and then took Feng Jingchen to the ghost market.

But the way he walks around...

"Ayu, the owner of that stall over there is a century-old vixen, but he can deceive people. Nothing on the stall is real! Don't be fooled."

As soon as the words fell, all the customers in front of the vixen stall dispersed.

Foxy: "???"

Murong Qiao then pointed to another wonton shop: "Ayu, that one is opened by a ghost, and it specializes in selling wontons stuffed with human meat. Many little celestial masters didn't know about it, and were sent to the hospital for gastric lavage after eating. They almost fell into the legal system." news!"

The little celestial master in front of the wonton stand: "?!! Ouch!"

Murong Qiao brought Feng Jingchen to a small stall selling jade and jewelry: "Ayu, this is a regular stall of the Water Ghost Organization. Their pearls and corals are good, but don't look at other things, they are all fake .”

Other guests who are looking at jade: "..."

Just ten minutes.

When walking from the street to the end of the street, Murong Qiao offended all the stall owners on the whole street.

Today, the GDP of Nanqiao ghost city dropped by 90%!

All the stall owners glared at Murong Qiao, wishing they could eat him alive!

However, stall owners are just thinking about it.

Not only because of Murong Qiao's high cultivation base and strong strength, but also because...he has a ghost king uncle!

Can't be bothered.

Can't they go!

All of a sudden, those stall owners in the whole ghost town were terrified when they heard the news, and many timid ones simply cleaned up their stalls and stopped selling them!

Feng Jingchen looked at the place Murong Qiao passed by, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, he made a mess of things with just a few words.

He raised his eyes with a smile in his eyes: "You did it on purpose?"

Murong Qiao innocently shrugged: "I just recounted what they did~"

Feng Jingchen naturally wouldn't blame Murong Qiao, he was just a little puzzled: "These ghosts are so wicked, does Nanqiao really care?"

Murong Qiao sneered: "What are you doing here? These ghosts just trick other ghosts or celestial masters. Since they don't regard the uncle as their own, why should the uncle escort them?"

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly, then turned curious: "Speaking of which, what are the types of ghosts? Is there a hierarchy? And those fairies you mentioned, are they the kind of fairies I understand?"

Looking at it along the way, Feng Jingchen heard Murong Qiao mentioning fierce ghosts, water ghosts, resentful ghosts, dead ghosts...all kinds of ghosts.

There are also all kinds of ghosts.

Feng Jingchen also observed with the eyes of truth.

The rules in the body of each monster are obviously different, which should be based on the difference of species.

But for ghosts, the commonality between them is even greater.

Murong Qiao tilted his head and thought for a while: "Well... the words of the goblins are indeed similar to those in folklore."

"However, spirit cultivation is much more difficult than human beings. There are not many of them in total, less than a million in total. Most of them live in seclusion in remote mountains and old forests that are inaccessible."

"These people who come to the ghost market are purchasing representatives sent by their ethnic group."

"There are still a small number of monsters who will pretend to enter human society. Some are to experience life, and some are to do evil."

A stern light flashed in Murong Qiao's eyes: "The latter is also the target of our celestial masters."

Feng Jingchen was thoughtful: "So that's how it is."

Murong Qiao continued: "As for ghosts, there is actually no clear classification. Let's just say it's the difference between ordinary ghosts, grieving ghosts, and fierce ghosts."

"Ordinary ghosts are the weakest and are afraid of the sun. They can't even get close to people with strong yang energy, or groups of more than a hundred people."

"Resentful ghosts are people who died full of grievances. They usually have some skills and the ability to hurt people. If they can eliminate their grievances, they will turn back into ordinary ghosts. If they continue to blacken, they will become fierce ghosts."

"As for the ghost..."

Murong Qiao frowned slightly: "Actually, this boundary is more blurred. Generally, we use it to describe ghosts with strong abilities. But in this way, my uncle is actually the strongest among ghosts."

But Li Gui Li Gui is not a good name at first sight.

In the secular world, it is often used to describe those evil ghosts who kill people like hemp.

Murong Qiao didn't like to call Master Uncle like that.

Feng Jingchen also thought of those ghosts he had seen.

Weng Xiaoshu and those in the ghost city just now looked like stronger ghosts, with a crime level of one at most.

But Xiangyang is full of evil spirits.The sins on the body completely ignite the red lotus karma fire, and it will burn for at least ten days and a half months!

Feng Jingchen suddenly remembered a setting seen in fantasy novels: "Then there are ghost cultivators in Xuanmen?"

"Ah?" When Murong Qiao heard this word suddenly, his first reaction was a celestial master who caught ghosts and came to cultivate.

But after thinking about it, he also turned around: "This concept is actually invented by the author of the novel."

Murong Qiaonu pouted: "Those old men will not admit that ghosts can also practice, and let ghosts be equal to them."

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly: "Then Master Nanqiao is called ghost cultivator."

Seeing Feng Jingchen's natural appearance, Murong Qiao couldn't help but pause slightly.

Suddenly, a sense of joy welled up in my heart!A handsome face is as bright as the sun: "Okay! It's called Guixiu!"

What an old man!

Call them whatever they want!

Do you need the consent of others?snort!

Murong Qiao turned her head to look at Feng Jingchen, and felt that his Ayu, no matter how you look at it~

How could there be such a good-looking person in this world with such a personality that suits his taste?

This must be a special fate!

Murong Qiao hugged Feng Jingchen's shoulders and said proudly, "Ayu, let's go! Catch ghosts!"

Feng Jingchen: "Okay."

The next two hours can be described as the most chaotic moment in Nanqiao Ghost Market.

Murong Qiao had already set his sights on those vicious ghosts, counting one by one, and throwing them all into the underworld!

Feng Jingchen also tested the elf ball that Wu Xinghai gave him, and the effect was really good.

Even against ghosts that are not very powerful, it is more useful than the ghost prison!Just throw the ball out and you don't even have to do it yourself.

Murong Qiao saw it so much that she wanted to go back and let Wu Xinghai fix it for herself too.

Murong Qiao and the two grabbed more and more vigorously, like a "wild wolf" breaking into a "flock of sheep", and soon there was a mournful howl throughout the whole process!

And the gatekeeper who had accepted Murong Qiao's "bribe" long ago closed the gate of the city.

Now most of the ghosts, elves, and celestial masters are blocked at the door, and panic and despair spread rapidly.

No one knew what happened in the ghost town. Hearing the howls, some people even remembered that the ghost king went crazy ten years ago, and fainted on the spot!

If it weren't for the ghost town to cut off all communication signals.

I'm afraid the real Nanqiao's reputation has been ruined by his dear nephew.

Murong Qiao threw another ghost into the underworld, and the howling of ghosts in the ghost city seemed to be a little more lively.

He looked back at Feng Jingchen: "Ayu, you really don't need me to help you catch them? There are a lot of ghosts here, the two of us are definitely enough."

"No need. I have another way to get points, you can catch them." Feng Jingchen came this time to see with his own eyes whether the functions of impermanence granting talismans and ghost throwing can work normally after the transformation.

It now appears that the experimental results are good.

When Murong Qiao heard this, he was not polite to Feng Jingchen either.

Another two hours passed.

Murong Qiao picked out a ghost that hid in the trash can, threw it into the underworld, and clapped his hands: "Today should be about the same."

His voice fell.

Suddenly, a black as black as black ink figure broke into the eyes of the two of them.

"Hey, what a guy!" Murong Qiao's eyes widened.

Such a dark ghost is even worse than Xiang Yang!

Murong Qiao immediately became interested: "I don't know how many points this big fish can gain. Ayu, stand back!"

Feng Jingchen propped up the newly bought big black umbrella, and took a few steps back to make room for Murong Qiao to fight.

Murong Qiao stepped forward.

The hem of the red flying fish suit bloomed in the air like a gorgeous peony.

He only jumped and came to the "big fish".

A talisman was smashed down, and the slender, white fingers tightly pinched the opponent's neck.

Then Huo impermanence bestowed the talisman and threw it into the air, opening the passage to the underworld.

Murong Qiao's movements were like inertia, directly stuffing people inside!

But at this moment, Feng Jingchen suddenly realized something was wrong, his pupils shrank slightly: "Wait!"