Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

There is boundless ink above the head, and the blood-yellow turbid river below. There are many small boats floating on the river. There is a white lantern on the prow with the word "Guide" written on it. The boatmen are wearing simple black robes and With big bamboo hats, their faces were vaguely hidden under the black veil. They were silent, and calmly stretched the boat into the water to row. The speed of the boat was very fast, leaving no trace of water where it passed.

Most of the passengers on the boat had dull faces, sat upright, and didn't dare to look around. Occasionally, if they accidentally glanced at the river, they would be frightened and their hearts would beat wildly.

There were many undead with disheveled hair in the river. They were wearing white prison uniforms, half floating on the water, staring at the passengers on the boat, and when the boat passed in front of them, they stretched out their pale hands, trying to pull the passengers into the water.

The boats that good people ride on will emit golden runes that burn their hands, and the wicked will be dragged into the bottom of the river by them and become one of them.

Among the passing boats, there was one passenger who stood out from the crowd, and attracted the attention of all the undead on the river.

He stood firmly on the boat, with a slender figure, and his pure white and flawless monk robe fluttered in the foul wind. His brows were picturesque, and his face was obviously handsome to the extreme, but his slightly drooping eyes carried a bit of pity .

The white robes worn by the undead were soaked in the water of the Wangchuan River, making them look too dirty. The whiteness was so dazzling that countless hands clasped frantically on the boat, trying to overturn the boat.

A burst of strong golden light radiated from the bottom of the boat, burning the souls of the undead. He looked at the ups and downs of the undead crying on the river, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings..."

Not far away, a man with heavy make-up was lying on the bank of the river, looking at the manjusawa in full bloom on the bank, curling up his lips that were more colorful than flowers, and staring obsessively at being led by the errant The man in black at Naihe Bridge murmured, "Brother Jin...the water in the Wangchuan River is bitingly cold, how can I have the heart to make you wait here."

"1000 years soon, wait for me to find you."

In the Hall of the King of Hades, candles flickered, and a bouquet of manjusawa was placed on the table with layers of petals, exuding a cool and seductive fragrance.

Lord Yan looked at the booklet handed over by the Department of Yin Law, and rubbed his aching temple.

Brain pain.

Most of the ghosts who have been saved in the ghost city have stayed in the human world for too long. Recently, the underworld not only has to maintain normal operations, but also has to send people to investigate old cases. Many people died on the front line. It is really... hard to describe.

Before reading the scriptures, a messenger came into the hall and said respectfully: "Lord Yan, Master An Rong has arrived and is waiting outside the hall."

Yan Wang frowned a little more, and said, "Show him in."

Under the guidance of Yin Cha, An Rong stepped into the hall and performed a Buddha ceremony to King Hades.

Yan Wang stared at his eyebrows, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You were the one who cleaned up the ghost market in the suburbs that day?"

An Rong's brows and eyes in front of him are gentle, making you feel like a spring breeze. Although his appearance is the same, his demeanor is very different from what he saw when he opened his eyes that day. Yama couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"The King of Hades is clearly aware of the details, and it is indeed not the work of the poor monk." An Rong said, "After I left the palace of the King of Hades, I made a wish to the heavens, hoping that a god would come down to save me from the fire and water."

"I lost consciousness later, and when I came to the underworld again, the curse on my body had disappeared."

Yan Wang felt his brain hurt even more: "So those things were all done by the gods?"

"Amitabha." An Rong said, "That's right."

"I understand..." Yan Wang waved his hand and said to His Royal Highness, "Take him to go through the process."

Since An Rong didn't save the common people, he couldn't walk the way of heaven, but could only join a wealthy family and continue to practice in the world.

As for the god who saves the common people, naturally he cannot be left unknown.

Hades pondered for a long time, and said: "Department of Yin Law, after the ghost city is fully restored, amnesty them to give a dream to their families, and tell them to tell their families about the deeds of the gods saving the common people, and ask them to raise funds to build a temple for the gods in the world. for incense."

Yinlu Division nodded and accepted the order: "Understood."

At this time, Black and White Wuchang walked into the hall, and after bowing to King Yama, he respectfully said, "I tell Lord Yama that the undead from the snow mountain have been brought back to the ghost city to be resettled."

After finishing speaking, he handed another booklet to the undercover messenger: "This is the booklet."

Yan Wang closed the roster and said, "The errand was done well."

Black and White Wuchang bowed: "Thank you, Lord Yan, for your compliment. The snow leopard demon and the fox demon also helped a lot in this extradition."

"Since this is the case, my government can't be stingy and give them a credit."

A few days later, the underworld ushered in the first collective dreaming of ghosts in history.

In early spring, the ice and snow melted, the spring breeze was warm, and the continuous mountains began to be dyed green.

In a small remote courtyard near Xuelin Mountain, the trees had begun to sprout. An old lady in plain clothes was standing by the door, waiting anxiously for something.

Not long after, a burly young man in a war robe galloped over on a tall horse. He waved the whip in his hand and shouted: "Mom! I'm back!"

The war on the front line is over, they return with a big victory, and the future of the youth is bright.

"Woo..." The young man got off his horse and put his arms around the thin woman, saying, "Mother! Where's your brother?"

The old woman patted him on the shoulder, wiped her tears and told him what happened in winter, and said with emotion: "If the gods hadn't left mother with a lot of food, mother would not be able to survive the severe winter... Come, go with me Offer incense to the gods, and then go to your brother's grave."

"Your brother gave me a dream before, saying that the gods saved the world. Now, the incense in the temple of the gods is booming!"

Since the ghosts were ordered to entrust their dreams, the deeds of the gods have spread all over the country. At first, wealthy businessmen voluntarily contributed funds to build temples for the gods in various big cities in Luo Kingdom. Later, people from all over the country took action spontaneously, even in small towns. Temple of Heaven.

The old woman carried incense in her hand, took her son who had changed into ordinary clothes, and went to the Tianshen Temple on the outskirts of the city.

The temple is small in scale, but there are endless streams of pilgrims and incense. The statue enshrined in the temple is quite different from ordinary statues. He is tall and straight, wearing a hood, and wearing a face scarf to cover half of his face. , only showing a pair of sharp phoenix eyes, holding a flaming sword in his hand, and several skeletons under his feet, looking a bit fierce.

The pilgrims knelt down devoutly, made a wish to him, and thanked him for what he had done.

Hundreds of miles south of here, in a bustling town.

There were people coming and going on the street, and it was very lively. In front of the Zuisheng Building, there were two enchanting women, smiling and waving handkerchiefs to attract customers.

"Tonight our oiran, Miss Ziyan, will perform on stage in person. It's a rare opportunity~"

"Guaranteed to be an eye-opener for Grandpa~"

In the inn opposite Zuisheng Building, a beautiful woman in a black robe was holding a little snow leopard, looked up at the signboard of Zuisheng Building, and said with emotion: "Sister Ziyan has become the oiran, sister Yanjin became a legend."

"The little monk has also become a god in people's minds."

The woman rubbed the head of the little snow leopard in her arms:

"He entrusted you to me, so you have to eat obediently and grow up quickly."

"Why don't you want to eat meat?"

The little fox held a piece of chicken leg, shook it in front of King Luo, pouted his mouth, and said worriedly: "After he left, you haven't had a good meal..."

"Wouldn't it be shameful to be a little snow leopard that eats sweet potatoes all day long?"

"You're all thin."

King Luo glanced at the chicken leg in distaste, hugged the sweet potato tightly with his two paws, and groaned.

The master said that monks cannot kill or eat meat. He is the pet of the master and can only be a vegetarian.

King Luo lowered his head, rubbed his chin against the tiger brace on his neck, and curled his mouth.

"Ow~"

Master, when will you come back? I have listened to your words and have not eaten meat.

one year later.

The capital of Luo Kingdom, in the mansion of Lord Hou.

The servants were in a hurry, walking quickly with a water basin in their hands. A tall and straight man in a brocade robe, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, was pacing anxiously outside the house. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips were pursed. became a line.

Hearing the painful cries in the room, he became more and more worried, holding his hands nervously.

Finally, the door opened.

"Give birth! Mother and child are safe!" Wen Po was holding a baby wrapped in a small silk quilt, and happily pushed open the door, "Congratulations, Lord Hou, you are a brother!"

Only then did the young man stretch his brows, with a warm smile on the corners of his lips, he hurried over and hugged the little milk baby into his arms, and said with a smile: "Look at these eyebrows, they are exactly the same as mine!"

The big maid beside the man quickly praised: "Who says it's not~ My brother is as handsome as Lord Hou!"

Wen Po also agrees: "Yes, yes... This looks smart, and I will be as good as the master in the future!"

The man smiled more and more complacently: "Go and tell the old master, you did a good job today, but go to the accountant to receive the reward after you finish your work!"

"Thank you Lord Hou!"

"Thank you Lord Hou!"

Not far away, Black and White Wuchang looked at each other and smiled.

Master An Rong was born safely, and the vigorous events of the year finally came to an end.

At the same moment, the top of Xuelin Mountain.

The dark clouds weighed down, the wind howled, and the dull thunder was like a surging wave, approaching from far and rolling in the air, getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, a red thunder broke through the clouds, pierced the dark sky, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, slashed fiercely at the beautiful snow leopard standing on the rock.

The snow leopard spread its wings and quickly dodged the attack, but more thunder came out from behind the clouds and chased after him.

Apparently, there are monsters going through the calamity of transformation.

"Your Majesty!" When the little fox rushed over, the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, and King Luo had already endured three red thunderbolts, his skin was torn apart, and he lay dying on the rock.

Her long black hair fell on her shoulders, and the wounds on her body were healing quickly. Although her face was a little dirty, her half-closed blue eyes were bright and shining brightly.

"Scared me to death! I thought you were struck to death by lightning, the villainous king, you actually hide from me!" The little fox cried loudly, took off his cloak, put it on King Luo, and lightly hammered it. Hammered his arm, "It's a good thing you didn't abandon me... woo woo woo..."

King Luo looked at the woman who was rubbing her tears and snot on his body, moved his ears, and fell into deep thought.

Master didn't seem to have said that monks can't get married, right?

The author has something to say: Thank you Qiu Seyu Ran Baobao for mine!