[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

After leaving the temple, Indra was still thinking about the meaning in the myth of the goddess of the underworld.

500...

Indra remembered that it was also 500 years ago that Urquiola met King Ma Cangye in the virtual circle.I think it's good that I met the goddess of Huangquan in my previous life when I was practicing in Huangquan, otherwise the goddess of Huangquan would not remember his name.

But what is the meaning of the phrase "On the 33rd heaven, the wind and moon in the mountains and rivers give birth to green lotus"?

Indra clearly remembered that when the Goddess of Huangquan said this, his heart beat suddenly, and the first impression that followed was...

The 24-petal golden lotus on the main page of the Three Thousand Forum.

Indra always felt that he seemed to be groping for something, but he couldn't find where it was.

"Yo, Your Highness the Son of God."

Indra suddenly came back to his senses, and found that he had reached the river where the hell girl parked the boat, and the lights were floating around him, but the beauty in a blue kimono was sitting on a long floating lantern, and stopped in front of him, looking very interested looking at him.

"... Qing Xing Deng?" Didn't it mean that the hell girl was responsible for sending him back to the present world?

"That's right, but the time when you arrived in this world is different. Your body is not in this world yet."

The beauty in Tsing Yi smiled and rolled her eyes. She put her shoulders on Indra's shoulders, leaned into his ear and whispered something that Indra couldn't refuse——

"Your Highness Indra, I have a story about King Ye, do you want to hear it?"

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The restaurants in the ghost market seem to be no different from the real world, except that there are ghostly lights and ghost lights that will never appear in restaurants in the real world.

Indra and Qing Xingdeng sit opposite each other by the window. From this perspective, one can see all the ghosts walking through the floating lanterns downstairs, and a fox transformed into a son, enjoying the spring night with the lanterns.

"When did His Highness Indra meet King Ye?" The beauty in blue turned her head, "I mean his life."

"How do you know that he only met me in this life?" The white-robed youth looked suspiciously.

"It's easy." Qing Xingdeng smiled slightly: "His Royal Highness is so charming, if King Ye met you in the last life, it is impossible for him not to talk about it with us."

"You?" Indra narrowed his eyes, his tone was dangerous, but he didn't seem to realize it.

"Yes, we." Qing Xingdeng poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and frowned in disgust.

"Now I'm the only one who stays in Huangquan, and the others won't come back unless necessary."

Who are the others?

Indra's hands on his knees grabbed the material of the cloth suddenly, and then slowly let go.

"You came at the wrong time. If you didn't know the fire, you would be able to enjoy the most beautiful dance in the world." Qing Xingdeng finally gave up the wine provided by the Ghost Messenger Restaurant, and began to search in his large sleeves.

"And His Highness Rage God, I haven't heard His Highness's singing voice for a long time, it is comparable to the mermaid princess's singing voice." Finally found the target, Qing Xingdeng put it on the table.

Indra watched Qing Xingdeng fiddling with the vial he had dug out speechlessly, complaining silently in his heart.

It's not like he hasn't heard the mermaid princess's singing before, and he even recorded a lot of it for Ashura as a good night song.

"Indra..." There is no His Highness this time, maybe Qing Xingdeng is a bit talkative, and after a few words, he is quite familiar. "Would you like a drink?"

Indra glanced at the charmingly smiling beauty, "I remember that living souls can't use the wine and food of Huangquan, otherwise they will stay here and can't leave."

"Oh?" Qing Xingdeng crossed his legs and cast a sidelong glance over him. He could be said to be lively, "Is His Royal Highness Shenzi afraid of this?"

"What's more, this is not the wine of Huangquan, it was brought by my friend from outside." Qing Xingdeng watched Indra pouring the wine slowly, his voice was suddenly tinged with resentment.

"Hey, the world of Huangquan is not as exciting as this world. Your Highness, for the sake of reminding you a lot later, don't forget to tell me some good stories when you come to this world."

Indra: "What can you tell me?"

"Well..." Qing Xingdeng propped his chin up, smiling slyly: "Of course it is better for Ye Wang to tell you personally about some things, as for me, I will tell you roughly."

Qing Xingdeng straightened his sleeves and sat down solemnly.

"The first time I met Ye Wang was about 1000 years ago."

Millennium ago?Well... Sure enough, you have experienced more than one life?

Indra pursed his lips and continued to listen to her.

"I saw him in Qingminggong's yin and yang dormitory. He was a side child sent by Ma Cang's family to Qingminggong. He is not very old, but his mind is very deep." Come on.

"Mr. Qingming's dormitory has a lot of thorns, and some little monsters can't get used to this gloomy child, so they often secretly trip him up, but they are basically taught back by the child."

As if recalling those days of flying around, Qing Xingdeng's lips unconsciously smiled.

"He has always been very smart." Indra recalled that nothing seemed difficult, and subconsciously touched the red string on his wrist.

"That's true," Qing Xingdeng nodded, "He is a very smart child. He can understand almost everything Qingming taught. At the beginning, the Ma Cang family almost gave up and threw this child out. Instead, the Patriarch Children with mediocre qualifications are treated like pearls and jade, and they are really blind."

"After being killed by King Ye several times and came back, the little guys in the room finally learned to be good and stopped messing with King Ye. It was also at this time that we learned that King Ye has the ability of spiritual vision."

Spirit vision, this Indra knows, but a good spirit vision can't be used very much at ordinary times, so he didn't pay much attention to it, now looking at Qing Xingdeng's expression...

"You don't need to look or ask, you can know the inner thoughts of others. This is a very convenient ability. The problem is..."

Qing Xingdeng sighed: "It's uncontrollable."

Indra's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Ye Wang's mother passed away when he was very young. After returning to Ma Cang's house, Ye Wang's treatment will obviously not be very good. Not to mention, he has a talent for spiritual arts that far exceeds that of the eldest son of the Ma Cang family's patriarch at that time. gone."

Qing Xingdeng sipped the wine lightly, his eyebrows and eyes turned cold: "At that time, Patriarch Ma Cang wanted him to disappear, but when he had this idea, Ye Wang happened to be in front of him."

"He knows all about it."

"Well, as I said earlier, King Ye is a very smart kid. After learning about Ma Cang's family's plan, he turned around and bumped into Yuan Boya at the banquet."

"Yuan Boya is Qingming Gong's best friend."

"You'll be able to guess it later. He took this opportunity to join Qingming Gong's family, and the Ma Cang family couldn't do anything about it."

"Wang Ye is good-looking and has a sweet mouth. Boya likes him very much, and often comes to see him, and Lord Qingming treats him like his own son."

"When Ye Wang was 17 years old, the art of transformation of the five elements had already been perfected. Qingming believed that he had nothing to teach him, so he let him go out alone to eliminate demons. Soon, he became the most powerful onmyoji in Ping'an capital except Qingming. .”

"When Ye Wang was 20 years old, he returned to Ma Cang's house, and since then... his reputation has gradually become tarnished."

Indra had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Qing Xingdeng shook his head, and the always indifferent big demon had a faint sadness on his brows and eyes.

"We don't know what happened in those few years. King Ye never let us participate in the grievances between him and the Ma Cang family. It's just... In just four years, it was reported in Pinganjing that Ma Cang Ye Wang had evil spirits in his heart and wanted to destroy mankind. According to the wind, soon after, King Ye died under the siege of the Ma Cang family, and his reputation was in a state of embarrassment after his death."

"..."

"At that time, Lord Qingming was invited to go to a distant place to slay demons. After returning, he learned the news of the death of his most proud disciple. Everything was a foregone conclusion."

"Ye Wang's first life only lived to be 24 years old, and he passed away earlier than Duke Qingming."

Seeing the anger on Indra Xueyan's face, Qing Xingdeng was inexplicably satisfied.

"At that time, we planned to go to Ma Cang's house to check. After all, we watched Ye Wang grow up. How could he die for no reason? Qingming Gong stopped us."

"Because of Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice."

Indra was taken aback.

"Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice is the highest mystery of the Yin-Yang Dao, reversing life and death, and manipulating reincarnation." Qing Xingdeng tapped the table, "This kid has been prepared for a long time. He knows that Qingming Guild will cover him up, so he puts all his eggs in one basket."

"No, it's not an all-or-nothing game."

"how?"

Qing Xingdeng let out a chuckle: "If it wasn't for Mr. Qingming's explanation, we wouldn't know it was this kid who wanted to make trouble but overturned the car."

"He knows that Mr. Qingming will definitely not agree with his idea, but he will not stop him, so he didn't mention anything here, and he deserves to overturn."

Indra: "..."

"Without King Ye, the Macang family quickly withdrew from the power center of Yin-Yang Dao. After the death of King Ye, Lord Qingming took away all his writings and high-level instruments he had made, and sealed them elsewhere."

Qing Xingdeng sneered: "How can the Ma Cang family be worthy of holding Ye Wang's things?"

"This is King Ye's first life."

"Then, what about the second life?" Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice... 500-year cycle.

"The second life..." Qing Xingdeng rested his head lazily, "The second life died earlier, he ran to participate in some Shaman King competition, contracted a very powerful fire spirit, and was killed by Ma Cang The owner of the family at that time was killed."

Indra: "...?"

Indra couldn't believe it: "What's going on?" Well, in the first two lives, was it so miserable?

Qing Xingdeng: "Ask me, who should I ask? That fellow Ye Wang is very scheming, and his mouth is also strict. Do you think he will tell me what he wants to do just because he has some friendship with us?"

"But..." Qing Xingdeng glanced at Indra up and down, his gaze stayed on his wrist, and his tone was subtle: "If you ask, maybe he will tell you."

Indra was silent. If it was before, he was sure that he would not hide anything from him, but now...he is a little uncertain.

"Well, anyway, that's all I can tell you."

The beauty in the kimono stood up, raised her slender legs slightly, and landed on the suspended lamp stick again.

"I should go. No one here will come up to disturb you. You can stay here temporarily. When love comes to you, it's time for you to leave."

She turned her head slightly, put her finger on her lips, and smiled mysteriously.

"By the way, don't treat the forum number in your hand as a decoration."