Chapter 71 is a bit exciting (second update in a row, please follow up) Hell. The ruins of the teahouse. A ghost dragon that is dozens of feet long and completely black is suspended in the void, looking at the scorched earth below with cold eyes. It just came from the Black Snow Bridge and found that the bridge guarding house there, like the teahouse here, had all been burned cleanly by fire. It was so clean that not even a trace of odor was left, and all evidence was eliminated. However, the identical modus operandi also made it certain that the two things should be done by the same person. This man is thoughtful and ruthless, and loves to destroy all evidence by burning it. Perhaps, this is the breakthrough. … … Just when the unlucky guy was thinking hard about how to find the "murderer", the perpetrator had already traveled thousands of miles across the underworld and reached the end of the route on the map. Not far ahead is the City of Fushou.
Zhang Deyang said that there is a huge black mountain in Wusi City. After the birth of spiritual wisdom in the black mountain, he practiced for thousands of years and finally became a demon king. The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grows on the Black Mountain, not even one or two plants, but a whole patch. The only and most fatal thing is that this field of Ganoderma lucidum is located in the Holy Lady's Mansion of Black Mountain. The door of the Holy Lady's Mansion is closed all year round, and people seeking it cannot even get in. No matter how hard they try, it is of no avail. Perhaps this is also the main reason why the employer posted this task in Yama Palace... Qin Yao has watched "A Chinese Ghost Story". Although it has been a long time, the plot in his memory is a bit blurry or even confusing, but how could he forget the key BOSS, the old demon of Montenegro? At that time, when Zhang Deyang mentioned the Black Mountain in the city of Fu Shi, he remembered the name of this old demon. But other than that, he thought about it and couldn't think of any information about the Saint of Montenegro. I don’t know if he forgot about it, or this character was not included in the three Chinese Ghost Stories! In addition, he is not sure whether the story of A Chinese Ghost Story has ever happened in this world. If not, and it is just the name of Heishan, then the memory of a Chinese Ghost Story in his mind will be useless! Half an hour later. Qin Yao sat in a private room of a restaurant and handed a five-hundred-tael paper to the storyteller in the restaurant: "I heard that you are the most well-informed and know all kinds of interesting things. I I’m new here and I’m not familiar with this place. I want to know more about it. Could you help me sir?” “Of course, being kind to ghosts means accumulating negative virtues for yourself.” The storyteller had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he put the ghost paper into his sleeve pocket in the blink of an eye: “What do you want to hear?” “There’s no point.” Qin Yao said lightly: “First talk about this city that was wasted in vain.” The storyteller coughed slightly and pointed downwards: "The City of Wandering Deaths under our feet is a giant city in the underworld built by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to house the souls of dead lives in vain. It is now under the jurisdiction of King Bian Cheng, the sixth palace of Yama. What is a wasted death? Die for injustice! So the city is said to be filled with grievance ghosts with deep grievances. There are many grievance ghosts who cannot stand the erosion of the grievances. Resentment gnaws at their hearts, and they will become mentally disordered. Therefore, the ghosts in the City of Wasted Death are the ghosts that cannot be judged by common sense. Many ghosts have inner demons and love to do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves, and they also like to do things that have no meaning. For example, you are walking along the street, and suddenly a ghost jumps out and stabs you with a knife. Have you offended him? No. Is it good for him to stab you? nor. But this kind of thing is simply not too common. If this ghost is not punished in the end, will you be angry or resentful? Do you want to take a knife to find an unpleasant ghost and stab it? Resentment is also constantly accumulated in this way. " Qin Yao was secretly speechless. In this case, isn’t this City of Wasted Death equivalent to an unregulated mental hospital?
**** it. It’s inexplicably exciting! “By the way, will you suddenly take out a knife and stab me while you are still talking?” Qin Yao asked with interest shortly after. Mr. Storyteller: “…” I am not mentally ill. Thanks. "Don't look at me like that, or I'll do something to you." Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Go on, tell me which ghosts and gods are not to be messed with in the city. I will avoid them in the future." The storyteller took a breath and said: "Except for the messengers from the underworld, there are three giants in the city who should not be provoked." “Which Big Three?” “The number one ranking is Mr. Heishan. He has been here longer than the time it took for the city of Fusi to be established. Even King Bian Cheng will not trouble him. The second ranked one is the Marquis of Huaiyin. It is said that after he died in vain, the soul-seducing messengers did not dare to lock their souls. It was he who led the soul-seducing messengers to the underworld. The judge did not dare to judge, and he came to the city in vain. Ever since he came to the City of Fu Si, anyone who opposed him would disappear without any reason in a short time. The third one is called Wen Zhong. It is said that King Bian Cheng has always wanted to take him under his command, but Wen Zhong has never agreed. For King Bian Cheng's sake, no ghost dared to test his skills. " Qin Yao nodded silently: "Tell me about this Mr. Heishan in detail." “There are millions of elite soldiers on the Black Mountain. Under Master Black Mountain, there is a saint and two guardians, each responsible for a number of ghost kings..." "Wait, saint?" Qin Yao showed a very interested look: "Tell me about this saint." Mr. Storyteller pursed his lips and said: "I, or most of the ghosts and gods in the city don't know much about this Black Mountain saint. I only know that she was invited by the Black Mountain master to take office." Qin Yao's thoughts whirled: "Then, is there anything else?" “Mr. Heishan values this saint very much and spends countless resources to build a saint’s palace. But the strange thing is that even though he values this saint so much, no ghost or **** has ever seen the two of them appear together.” Qin Yao said softly: "This is interesting." "The more interesting things are yet to come." The storyteller said mysteriously: "It is said that every year, a Buddha comes from the west, comes to the City of Wusi, and stops in front of the Holy Lady's Mansion." "Buddha!" Qin Yao paused slightly, as if he had grasped the key point, but he couldn't think clearly for a while. "Because of this, although there are countless lunatics in the city, few lunatics dare to go to the Holy Lady's Mansion to make trouble. If you offend an official, you will be whipped. If you offend ghosts and gods, you will be beaten to death. But if you offend Buddhism, Buddha will let you go. You took refuge." Mr. Storyteller said. Qin Yao said: "The last question is, where is the Holy Lady's Mansion?" The storyteller was stunned and said in astonishment: "Didn't you understand what I just said?" Qin Yao smiled and said, "I heard you clearly, but I'm not looking for trouble. Why are you worried about this?" The storyteller hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to the east of the city. This is the most luxurious mansion. There is also a plaque on the door." Qin Yao stood up and walked to the door: "Thank you very much. See you soon."
Mr. Storyteller turned to look at his back and sighed slightly: "Curiosity kills the devil. I'm afraid there will be no chance to see him again in the future..." (End of this chapter)