I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

"What?"

"He said..." Shao Mubai recalled the scene at that time, and his eyes couldn't help being sad.

"In the end, love is true and hate is false."

At that time, Ping Ge leaned against the corner of the wall and half cried and half laughed for a long time, black tears splashed on the ground, staining the floor black.Shao Mobai couldn't bear to let him go on like this, so he chanted a spell and put him into the soul lock bottle.

In the soul lock bottle, Ping Ge is just a wisp of soul, without consciousness, without thought, and without pain.

Shao Mobai took a deep breath, let the thin and cool air circulate in his lungs, and sighed:

"If they had calmed down and talked, and trusted each other more, this tragedy might not have happened."

Duan Wuji clutched the corner of the diary, his fingertips were pale, "The tragedy has already happened, and I can't take it back."

Looking at the dark night, Shao Mobai sighed sadly: "Yes."

In fact, they all understand that if Pingge did not involve his own resentment on the people of Qiuyang, the tragedy would not happen, and there would not be so many people who lost their lives for no reason, and there would not be so many people who dare not Marriage, dare not talk about love.

Ping Ge was wrong, but they both knew it and couldn't bear to talk about it.

Duan Wuji lowered his eyes and said: "We have no right to criticize Pingge, after all we have never experienced his ups and downs."

Shao Mubai didn't take it seriously, and said: "Wuji, even if you go through those things, you won't be hated because of love, you won't know my life with your own hands, and you won't spread your anger to the world."

He was too familiar with Duan Wuji, who was cold on the outside and soft on the inside in his previous life, and he owed it too much.

Hearing this, Duan Wuji sneered: "I'm not as generous as you said."

Shao Mobai looked sincerely, and said: "You have something, Wuji, you are not as ruthless as you imagined."

Duan Wuji was stunned for a moment, and said: "Let's talk about it one day, as if you know me very well."

Shao Mu, Bai Yuning—Of course there will be a day, because the person who failed you will be me...

It's just that he didn't dare to say this, he could only let it rot in his stomach, fester, and pus, until it turned into a pool of blood, and he couldn't see the original appearance clearly, then he dared to relax.

With the sound of a cock crowing, the sky turned white, and the Qiuyang City under the feet began to make noises, and the busy day began again.

The two were at the highest point of the building, from dark to dawn, their strong emotions finally settled, not as difficult as last night.

After reading the notes, Duan Wuji felt a sense of loss in his heart. Perhaps there is one thing to be thankful for. These two people have always loved each other and have no two hearts.

However, it is precisely because they love each other so much that the story is so unfortunate.

Shao Mubai carefully put the diary back into his arms, intending to return it to the original owner and return it to the shopkeeper.

"Wuji, you must tell me what you think of me in the future. I don't want us to become like them, because we can't be ashamed to ask, and the misunderstanding will become bigger and bigger. I love you and cherish you, so I can't bear to be separated from you, do you understand me?"

Duan Wuji is easy to speak: "Don't worry, there will never be a day of misunderstanding."

Shao Mubai was overjoyed, "You are so kind!"

Duan Wuji continued: "Because I won't open my heart to you, you should die."

Shao Mobai: "..."

He was only concerned about being sad, but he didn't see someone turning his back and sniggering after he succeeded in tricking him.

........................

With Ping Ge subdued, Qiuyang City returned to its tranquility many years ago.There is no more fear in the heart, no more fear in lovers.Those marriage contracts that were afraid of being poached out of their hearts surfaced all of a sudden, and the north and south of the city were filled with joy, and the sky was filled with red silk.

"Shao Daxia, Chang'an entrusted me with a dream yesterday, saying that everything is fine for him over there. Thank you very much for repaying his innocence."

On this day, when Mei Lang came to visit, his expression was relaxed, without resentment or hatred.

Seeing that he had come out of the pain, Shao Mobai was really happy for him.

"It's my job, as it should be."

"If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't be able to get out. Similarly, people like me in Qiuyang City wouldn't be able to get out." Mei Lang listened to the suona sound of marriage in the distance, and said, "Qiuyang hasn't seen you for a long time. It’s been so lively, the last time I heard the sound of suona was at my hometown in the countryside.”

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"Follow uncle, and then learn crafts." Mei Lang spread out his palms, staring at the lines on them, and said slowly, "These hands are Chang'an's hands...I'm clumsy, and I don't know many things my uncle taught me." No, but Chang An is very patient. It was he who taught me how to polish fan blades and how to carve. Everyone said that my carving skills are better than Chang An, but everyone knows that without him, I would not even be able to hold a carving knife."

Thinking of the little things with Chang'an, Mei Lang was always happy in his heart, and suddenly talked more:

"I love Chang'an as much as he loves me. We used to want to open a shop and make a living by handicrafts. Now that Chang'an is gone, I have to work harder alone."

"So, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Not only because you helped Chang'an to recover, but also because you told me at that time that Chang'an loves me."

As he said, he took out a wooden hairpin carved with red leaves and plums from his arms, and handed it to Shao Zhengbai with both hands.

"I don't have any other skills, only carpentry. This hairpin will be given to Shao Daxia. If you like this thing, someday you will have someone you like, and you will give it to him as a gift."

The wooden hairpin is not only the style of red leaf plum, but also the material.The finely divided flowers are inlaid on the head of the hairpin, which is well-proportioned and lifelike, and even the lines of the petals are clear.

Shao Mobai couldn't put it down, he imagined Duan Wuji wearing it, and he was overjoyed, "In this way, I won't be disrespectful, thank you, Mr. Mei!"

"Hero Shao is polite." Mei Lang nodded, looked around, and asked, "Eh? Why don't you see another young hero?"

Shao Mubai said: "Oh, the girl took him out this morning and said she would not be back until evening."

Mei Lang smiled: "Girl is also a smart and lovely master, she definitely thinks that young hero is kind, so she took him out to play."

Shao Mubai shrugged, "It just so happens that I have something to do today, so it's good for them to go out for a walk."

Mei Lang was considerate and considerate, "Since Shao Daxia still has important matters, I won't bother you. He has an unruly mind and has traveled all over the world. He will definitely not stick to Qiuyang. But, I hope that if you return to the city in the future, please return to the city." Let's meet in the wooden workshop."

Shao Mobai cupped his fists, "Naturally."

After sending Mei Lang away, Shao Mobai told the shopkeeper that he had to go back to his room to rest, and no one was allowed to come in to disturb him, not even the cleaning waiter.

Just kidding, he was about to go to the Lord of the Underworld for a job, and at that time his soul returned to the underworld, and outsiders came in and saw a corpse, so why not scare him to pee his pants?

......................

He came to Mingjun mainly for two purposes: first, to give him the Tearing Pill and the Peace Song, which is regarded as the first mission.Second, ask Ping Ge where he is going, whether he is reincarnated as a human being or sent to hell.

The will-o'-the-wisps flickered in Mingjun's Hall, and the blue flames swayed and swayed in the wall lamp, half bright and half dim.On the sixty stone steps, Mingjun was flipping through the book of life and death, picking out the ghosts to subdue tonight.

The sixty stone steps are exquisite. It is said that one level represents a year, and when the heavenly stems and earthly branches are calculated together, 60 years is a Jiazi, and a Jiazi is also called a reincarnation.And Mingjun, who is in charge of thousands of living beings, is outside of reincarnation, so he has to sit on the sixty stone steps.

He buried his head in the criticism seriously, and Shao Mobai came to ask him, but without raising his head, he said calmly:

"Ping Ge has committed many evils and killed hundreds of innocent people. He should be sent to the 100th level of hell, and he can enter reincarnation after [-] years."

He has always dealt with it impartially and without favoritism.

Although Shao Mabai had expected it long ago, he didn't expect 800 years to be so long, so he asked, "Is 100 years a little too much?"

Mingjun ticked a stroke in the book of life and death, and said of course:

"Since he has done something wrong, he has to bear the consequences of doing something wrong. There are so many poor people in the world. If they are forgiven for being poor, who cares about good and evil?"

He glanced at Shao Mobai, seeing that he had no intention of leaving, so he made what he just said a little more plain.

"It is true that he is infatuated, but is it advisable to harm the true feelings with true feelings, so that thousands of families dare not marry? Poor, you should understand the principle of performing their own duties. Dependence arises and extinction, love arises and love breaks, these are all managed by Yuelao. Don’t forget, your job is to catch ghosts.”

Mingjun's words are correct, Ping Ge is indeed tragic, but it is really not appropriate to use other people's blood to commemorate this tragedy.Besides, the underworld has its rules, and one cannot break the precept because of a Pingge.I hope that hundreds of years later, he will be reincarnated as a human being, be able to give birth to a good family, meet a beloved man, and love each other for the rest of his life.

Thinking about this, I was helpless.

Shao Mobai stared at the flickering will-o'-the-wisps on the wall, and finally only sighed.

"What about Chu You? Do you know where his ghost is? Did he enter reincarnation?"

Mingjun flicked the tip of the pen lazily, and said: "There are tens of thousands of lives in my book of life and death, how can I recognize this one?"

"Oh... Is that so..." Shao Mobai froze like a extinguished Kongming lantern.

Mingjun really couldn't see his innocence, clicked his tongue, and said displeasedly: "There is a ghost at Naihe Bridge, saying that he wants to wait for someone. There seems to be a 'you' in the name, my lord. There are so many things to do every day, but I can’t remember so much.”

Like an iceberg poured into a hot spring, Shao Yubai felt his heart warm up, and his frowning eyebrows stretched out.

"I hope that after a hundred years, they will cherish each other and live together forever!"

Looking at the blue will-o'-the-wisp, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Why don't you leave? I'm very busy and don't have time to entertain you." Mingjun's attention was glued to the book of life and death, and he frowned at the piece of paper, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Shao Mubai slandered—this Laoshizi Mingjun, the official airs are really not small!

"I have another question."

He was straight to the point.

"Say."

Shao Mobai raised his head and looked at the koan above the sixty steps: "Who am I?"

"Oh, this question is interesting." After hearing this, the busy Mingjun finally stopped, and turned his eyes to him, "Who are you, don't you know?"

Shao Mobai is not so easy to dismiss, "I just came in from the outside, all the way was unimpeded, all the ghost guards at the gate let me go, and they didn't even ask. Is it because your guards in the Palace of the Underworld are too bad, or, those ghost guards actually know me ?”

Mingjun put down the pen in his hand, put his hand on the table, and said: "Isn't it good for you to come and go without hindrance? You go all the way to the Mingjun Palace, and you have to go through five trials and kill six generals to be happy?"

Shao Mobai's eyes were sharp, and he said, "You didn't answer my question."

Ming Jun tapped lazily on the table with his index finger, making a sound of impatience.

"Let me ask you, how did you convince me that you are the real ghost hunter, and not those ghosts and ghosts sent to make trouble in the underworld?"

Shao Mobai showed the ring on his index finger and said, "This is your token from me."

Ming Jun said: "So, this thing can make me believe in you, and naturally it can also make those ghost messengers outside believe in you."

"This thing is your favorite thing. I'm afraid that the ordinary gatekeepers won't recognize it, right?"

"so?"

"So they let me pass because they recognized me. And if the whole underworld knows my identity, then why do you still give me a token? What is the use of this ring?"

Hearing the words, Ming Jun couldn't help but twitched his brows, and after a long silence, he said: "You have been going around so far, what exactly do you want to ask?"

Shao Zhengbai's eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "I said it at the beginning, who am I?"

Lao Mu: Bullshit!If your identity were that simple, you wouldn't be the protagonist