Quick Wear Peace

Chapter 386: The Fairy Couple 34

A small boat was parked alone beside the stone, and an old man in a black robe and with a hunched back stood at the bow.

"Do you want to take a boat?" A hoarse voice sounded, like the sound of pebbles rubbing against each other.

"Yes." An Ning nodded and got on the boat. She did not see the ferryman on the boat revealing a sinister smile.

"Where are the ghosts here?" An Ning was sitting on the boat, seemingly not seeing the ghosts howling on the water. A white hand bone stretched out to the boat, trying to grab An Ning's body, but was slapped down by An Ning without mercy.

There was a crisp sound, and the bones cracked instantly. The white bones shrank back, causing the ferryman's eyes to shrink sharply. He looked closely at the girl, covering his eyes with his hands. The merits on her body were so bright.

He wanted to cover his eyes with his hands, but the oars were still in his hands. He blinked, and the little bit of light disappeared.

The gloom disappeared, and his voice was filled with kindness. "The ghost messengers have been very busy recently and basically don't stay in the underworld."

He was kind, like an old grandfather, but his rough voice made him sound very cold.

"Where is Meng Po?" An Ning didn't notice the change in the ferryman's attitude. She frowned and looked at the increasing number of souls piling up around her.

If we go to the underworld like this, will the place not be big enough to accommodate everyone?

No, no, An Ning shook her head. If there were more and more souls in the underworld and none of them were reincarnated, then there would be fewer and fewer living beings in the human world and the world would be in chaos.

"I don't know." The ferryman shook his head.

He only knew that one day Meng Po suddenly disappeared, and the people here kept piling up. The other ghosts hurried to report to the King of Hell, but the King of Hell had no news either, and the people below did not dare to let them go at will, so they had to pile up here.

An Ning landed safely, and the ferryman breathed a sigh of relief, finally sending this ancestor away. If anything happened to her here, the people behind her would definitely make trouble for him, as he was just a small boatman.

"By the way, how do I get to the King of Hell's Palace?" An Ning was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that he didn't know where the King of Hell's Palace was.

"I don't know either. I'm afraid I have never left here." The ferryman shook his head.

Well, it seems that after getting ashore, I still have to find a ghost to ask.

But after a long time, I didn't see a single ghost, only a few lonely floating ghosts. The ghosts here had dull eyes and stiff limbs, like mindless puppets.

The surroundings were bleak, and every house was covered with cobwebs, as if they had not been cleaned in a long time.

When a ghost passed by An Ning, An Ning grabbed the ghost beside him. The ghost wanted to float forward, but found that he could not move forward at all.

He shifted his gaze away from the hand that was blocking his way, and when he looked up, he saw a ghost he didn't recognize.

"Who are you?" It was clearly a question, but it was said flatly without any ups and downs, and it was forced to become a declarative sentence.

"Do you know where the road leads to the Hades' store?"

An Ning did not answer his question, but went straight to the point. The ghost kept repeating this sentence, as if he would not say anything else unless An Ning answered his question.

An Ning answered his question, but he still kept repeating the same sentence in his mouth.

"Don't ask, they are out of their minds." A steady voice came from behind.

An Ning's eyes lit up and she turned around. She saw a tall man with an ugly appearance, a leopard head, round eyes, an iron face, and curly beard. He was wearing a red robe, holding a sword, a black gauze hat, Jimo boots, and holding a seven-star sword. Just seeing him made people feel safe.

An Ning tried hard to recall which kind of deity this was. Suddenly, she remembered and bowed respectfully, "Excuse me, are you the angel Zhong Kui?"

"This is me." Zhong Kui didn't expect that a living soul could recognize him at a glance.

No, he is the master of exorcism. No matter who he is, he will definitely know him.

"I am still here, why am I here?"

Zhong Kui was a little puzzled. Why would a living soul come to the underworld? She wasn't dead yet, so why was she so impatient?

"I found ghosts causing trouble in the human world, and there was no Yinchai to lead them, so I brought her here. However, I discovered that there was no Meng Po at the Naihe Bridge, but the ghosts were there. I wanted to come and see the reason and lend a helping hand." An Ning answered respectfully.

An Ning's favorability towards Zhong Kui soared rapidly.

Thinking back to the time, she was also a girl who loved to imagine. When she went to the toilet, she always felt a voice behind her. She always silently recited his name in her heart, which gave her strength and prevented her from suffocating.

Zhong Kui sighed softly, sat down on a step, patted the seat next to him, and An Ning happily walked over and sat down.

"The King of Hell is in deep sleep, and now the ten kings of hell are all trying to find out what caused this. Only Meng Po knows how to make Meng Po soup, but she has disappeared, and we can't let these ghosts leave, otherwise there will be chaos."

"I wonder if I can help."

An Ning nodded. If they hadn't drunk Meng Po soup, they would have been reborn. Mortals were not afraid of life and death. Fang Zheng could come back to life after his death, and the world would be in chaos.

Thinking of Tiandao, An Ning felt a little anxious as he didn't know whether Tiandao had recovered or not. Xiaoyi hadn't come back yet, so he asked some questions. Why did it take so long?

"You'd better go back."

Zhong Kui didn't want An Ning to be involved in this mess. After all, the Ten Kings of Hell had no clue about these things, so what could a tiny human being do?

"Maybe I can find a solution."

After An Ning's pestering and persuasion, Zhong Kui took An Ning to find the Ten Kings of Hell.

"Who is it?" King Qin Guang impatiently threw down a memorial. His messy hair and tired and lifeless eyes proved that this man had not had a good rest for a long time.

Seeing that it was his good subordinate who came, he slowed down, and the fatigue that could not be suppressed in his majestic voice, rubbed his eyebrows lightly, and asked, "What happened?"

The disappearance of Meng Po and the deep sleep of the King of Hell made him exhausted.

"A living soul outside said she might know something."

After Zhong Kui finished speaking, King Qin Guang's eyes lit up and he followed Zhong Kui to the hall.

"Do you know what's going on?" King Qin Guang asked impatiently. Once the King of Hell wakes up, he can get rid of this mess as soon as possible.

An Ning stood up and asked, "Does King Qin Guang know the way of heaven?"

"Heaven's Way?" King Qin Guang was a little confused. What was this?

An Ning's heart sank. These gods didn't know the way of heaven. How did they become gods?

"The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth, the named is the mother of heaven and earth, the invisible is the law that governs heaven and earth..." An Ning explained to him what the way of heaven is.

As children of the Heavenly Dao, how can we survive if we don’t even know who our mother is?

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