Let you conquer the world of low-level martial arts, what the hell is Journey to the West?

Chapter 41: End of life? The confused ghost official
To be honest, Zhang Tian was quite afraid of ghosts in his heart. Although it sounded ridiculous, after all, as the successor of justice in two past lives, he was so scared that he huddled in his bed because he watched a ghost movie alone in the middle of the night.

Although he has already embarked on the path of Taoism in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and has accumulated magical powers for many years and has a deep understanding of Taoism, he should be braver and not be afraid of ghosts.

But this also depends on the venue.

If it was someone like Sadako from his previous life, or the weird Chu Renmei, or Nie Xiaoqian, Zhang Tian would definitely not be afraid. He could even be bold enough to roll up his sleeves and achieve the title of Undead Knight.

But what Zhang Tian is going to now is the legendary underworld, which is full of big guys and tycoons. To put it bluntly, any evil ghost running out of the eighteen levels of hell can make the Master of All Worlds in later generations, Uncle Jiu, shudder with fear, and can easily kill anyone in all ghost movies.

Not to mention the Black and White Impermanence, the Ten Kings of Hell, and all sorts of great gods hidden in the underworld.

The underworld is scary!
Zhang Tian was still very scared, but when Patriarch Bodhi sighed and said that he would teach him a real magical power after he returned from the underworld, he was not so scared anymore.

A few days ago, the ancestor casually taught him the Nine Breaths to Subdue the Qi, which is one of the thirty-six magical powers of the Tiangang, but the ancestor only called it a little swallowing and exhaling technique.

And how extraordinary is the supernatural power that is now solemnly called the real one?

Zhang Tian nodded decisively.

Choose to take a trip to the underworld.

He comforted himself that the place was nothing big. He had dreamed about it often and had been there countless times. There was nothing to be afraid of.

He is not a bad person and has not done anything wrong. The worst that can happen is that he will be convicted of a sex crime.

But that was also a sin from the previous life.

Zhang Tian just didn't believe that the King of Hell could crawl the Internet to check the URLs and see how many times he had watched indecent videos, how many times he had lustful thoughts, and how many times he committed lustful acts to convict him?
then.

He followed the master's instructions, practicing in silence as usual, and almost fell asleep as soon as he fell into bed.

Soon, I didn’t know whether it was a dream or a trance.

Zhang Tian felt as if a chain flew down from somewhere, tied him up tightly, and dragged him away. The chain was so cold that he shivered all over.

When he turned around inadvertently, he found that there was someone pulling the chain next to him, and it was an old acquaintance of his.

"Brother!"

Zhang Tian was shocked, because the person in front of him was none other than his senior brother who taught him the art of alchemy and then somehow brought the big devil to Fangcun Mountain.

He subconsciously looked at his palm. The mark left by Patriarch Bodhi was still there, so the demon should not have escaped.

But this brother shouldn't...

Oh, right!

Zhang Tian recalled the final action of Patriarch Bodhi. He believed that the Patriarch must have finally taken into consideration the relationship between master and disciple and saved the other's soul.

According to common sense, a person with great supernatural powers like Bodhi Patriarch could, with just a thought, revive the other person's body, allowing him to come back to life and live another life.

It's just a pity...

Zhang Tian looked at his brother who was chained and in a daze, and sighed in his heart. Among the more than 300 disciples of Bodhi Patriarch in nine generations, he was afraid that the first person who died unexpectedly instead of old age would appear.

Human greed is like the sea!

The naked eye cannot recognize a true god!
Zhang Tian lowered his head and said nothing, quietly moving to the side. After all, he remembered in his heart that although this senior brother had helped him before and had some favors in return, it was his greed that led to the exposure of Wutan. The other party was after his body and wanted to take his life!
Senior brother? If it weren’t for the kindness he had shown him before, he would have… Oh, forget it, I don’t know him! Just a passerby!

The iron chain was extremely long. From a distance, it was impossible to see who was holding the iron chain. Zhang Tian only followed for a short distance, and then he felt that the world had changed. In the mist, he came to a hall in a trance, and saw all kinds of terrifying evil spirits with green faces and fangs all around.

And on top of that high hall.

There was a person sitting there, surrounded by a gloomy aura, with a dark complexion, and his features could not be seen clearly. He was only seen wearing a black gauze hat with soft wings, a round-necked red official robe, and a rhinoceros belt around his waist. He held a pen in his left hand and was flipping through something with his right hand.

Zhang Tian looked at it but didn't dare to speak loudly. He just thought that the person sitting above was one of the Ten Kings of Hell. He just didn't know which one of them had caught him. After all, he was not a mortal, but a cultivator. He should be treated differently from ordinary people.

What he didn't expect was that his senior brother who had been refining medicine in a daze all the way suddenly woke up at this moment, looked around blankly, and after seeing his surroundings clearly, he was so scared that his soul scattered and screamed in panic.

"Ah! Why, why am I in this hell?"

"I'm not dead, my life span is not over yet, let me go back, let me go back, you have caught the wrong person, you have caught the wrong person!"

He was scared half to death. Such a horrifying environment made his scalp tingle. He did not think about what he had done before at all. He just felt that the evil spirits had caught him by mistake and he had to enjoy the remaining two or three hundred years of his life in the human world.

Zhang Tian watched coldly.

The ghost soldier at the side frowned, swung the whip in his hand, and hit the brother's body, which immediately caused the brother who was refining medicine to scream, and his already dim soul almost split apart.

He immediately became obedient, lying on the ground and trembling, his eyes full of fear. He was afraid of both the evil spirit and death.

The senior brother looked around tremblingly, and saw the ghost official sitting above was shaking with fear. He looked around again, and saw all kinds of green faces and fangs, which made him even more cautious.

Only when he turned around did he see Zhang Tian standing there quietly. There was a look of astonishment at first, and then a somewhat puzzled look. It was not guilt, but... relief, or gloating?
Zhang Tian saw this and felt disappointed. He sighed in his heart, thinking that with such a character, it was no wonder that after Master Bodhi taught the monkey magical powers, he did not allow the monkey to show off in front of his fellow brothers. In the end, he even drove the monkey down the mountain and told his fellow brothers that they would harm him.

Ugh!
Just as he was silent.

The ghost official sitting on the top scratched his head in confusion, looking at the book of life and death in his hand, and asked hesitantly, "You two are from Xiniuhezhou, how did you come to the underworld of my Nanshanbuzhou? Who lured you here?"

Which evil spirit drank the fake wine? !

Do such an unreliable thing!
People from Xizhou have come to my Nanzhou. Even the Queen Mother’s Peach Wine is not meant to be drunk like this!

The medicine-making brother was overjoyed on the spot, "Yes, yes, yes, we are from Xiniu Hezhou, you must have seduced the wrong soul, we are all cultivators from Fangcun Mountain, we have practiced in the right way, and we still have a long life ahead of us, what do you think, Junior Brother?"

"Junior brother, please say something!"

Zhang Tian kept silent, and the ghost official sitting above sighed, "Forget it, now that you are here, how can I send you back?"

Done.

The ghost official picked up the pen and crossed out the name of the elder brother who was refining medicine, looking at his pale face. "He has two hundred and seventy years of life left. He is also an unlucky ghost. Let me take a look at this one..."

"Well, a life span of 778 years, hey, he has achieved a lot in cultivation! It's just a pity that he lacks a bit of luck!"

The ghost official was very happy and quickly picked up the pen to cross out Zhang Tian's name. However, after several strokes, he did not cross out the other party's name. Instead, as if possessed by a ghost, he added two more words on the other party's name.

Road:
"Ten thousand."

which is:
"The life span is 1778 years."

The ghost official was confused.

Ghost Officer: Huh? ?
To be honest, some...cold sweat had already started to flow down his grimace!
(End of this chapter)