The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

The hall was dimly lit, with occasional dark lights passing by, illuminating only a few cold rays, like the oily luster of polished black wood.

King Yan is tall, dressed in a black robe, with a black crown on his head and pearls and jade hanging down to cover his face.

Wisps of mist lingered in front of him, making him seem like he was surrounded by clouds, mysterious and powerful.

If you look up to see his face, it is vague, only his eyes are clear, but his eyes are sharp and you dare not look at them for too long.

Two ghost cultivators were kneeling before His Highness, both of them were dressed in black robes and had black jade crowns on their heads.

Looking at their kneeling posture, it seems like they want to stand up at any time, and it is obvious that they are not very submissive in kneeling.

Yin Changxing and Weng Songzhi stood on one side of the towering palace gate, their figures looking tiny.

Looking in this way, King Yama's figure is two or three times taller than an ordinary person, and he should be the Dharma image in the temple.

But logically speaking, his true appearance should be somewhat similar to the Dharma image.

"Junior brother, has your cultivation recovered?" Yin Changxing's gaze fell on Yan Jun and he asked Weng Songzhi in a low voice.

"It will take a few more days. Right now, the vitality has just been integrated, and the meridians are still a little blocked."

"So, you also used the Vision of the Netherworld."

"Yes."

Therefore, he could not clearly see what King Yan looked like now through his blurry appearance in the hall.

Yin Changxing was a little disappointed.

However, they also knew that this was Yin Yunting in disguise, so it didn't matter whether they saw it or not.

At least they know that if Lord Yan comes back and sits here, this is what he will look like.

Yin Changxing looked at Lord Yan like this and sighed.

"I remember now. I have seen Lord Yan before, but it was not so clear back then."

"Xiao Ling'er and Lord Yan had such a good relationship in the past, why aren't you familiar with Lord Yan, senior brother?" Weng Songzhi also felt a little strange.

"Do you think Lord Yama is easy to get along with?" Yin Changxing glanced at him. "Lord Yama has a cold disposition. He rarely sees strangers except when he's in the palace. The aura of evil is extremely strong in the palace, so you can't stay there for long. Lord Yama doesn't leave the palace, so being able to exchange a few words with him from a distance is considered a good relationship."

"I just don't know why he was so indulgent and doting on Xiao Ling'er. Maybe it's because Xiao Ling'er is special."

At this time, Yin Yunting, who was pretending to be King Yan, just managed to convince the two ghost cultivators.

The two ghost cultivators stood up, and the black and white envoys came out from the darkness and took them out.

When the ghost cultivator was about to leave the temple, he saw two people standing in the dark near the door and stopped.

"what?"

"We've met before. Sect Master Yin? Master Tongyou Tianyan Weng?"

Suddenly their identities were exposed by these two ghost cultivators. Yin Changxing and Weng Songzhi looked at each other, and then the two brothers looked at the two ghost cultivators at the same time.

They could also see that these two ghost cultivators had good cultivation bases and no sins on their bodies, so they were considered good ghost cultivators.

It may be because there are too many evil ghosts and evil ghost cultivators in the underworld now, Yin Yunting is preparing to purge them and reduce the number of ghost cultivators with high cultivation, so those who can still be persuaded will be dealt with first and allowed to reincarnate.

Otherwise, who knows if they will be tricked into joining the ghost kings at the drop of a hat and want to shake up the underworld.

Recently, Yin Yunting has been leading the ghost officials to clear out the ghost cries in the underworld.

"You are?"

"We were both from Suiyun Town back then, remember?"

"The Huang family is the wealthiest family in Suiyun Town, and my brother-in-law, who runs a martial arts school, is surnamed He. Remember him?"

Yin Changxing and Weng Songzhi were shocked.

First, there is a village at the foot of Xuanmen Mountain, a village that they don’t want to mention now.

But a little further away is Suiyun Town.

In the past, the First Xuanmen would go down the mountain from time to time to buy some supplies, and most of the time they went to Suiyun Town.

Suiyun Town used to be very prosperous.

They all knew about the Huang family, the richest family in town, and the He family martial arts school, which had many disciples.

However, these people have long been buried in the deepest part of their memories.

I never expected to see it in the underworld!

And they have become ghost cultivators!

These two ghost cultivators even started chatting with them!

The Black and White Envoys were also surprised.

Looking back at "King Yan" again, he almost fell off his horse and couldn't sit still.

"Master Yin, Master Weng, you two still look like living people!"

"Yeah, so much time has passed, how come you two are still alive?" The one who runs the martial arts school is more straightforward.

"We..." Yin Changxing didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Have you become immortals through cultivation?"

"Brother, they look like humans, not immortals. They don't have immortal aura, but are more human." Master He Wu said again.

"How did you become ghost cultivators?" Yin Changxing asked back.

"After your sect encountered trouble, didn't that young master die miserably? Later, we led some townspeople to build a grave for her."

Mr. Huang (now known as Huang Laogui) sighed and said, "I don't know if it was because of that incident that we both lived long lives, or if we died of natural causes. After we died and came back to life, the judge said we had done good deeds and gave us a favor."

Master He (now He Laogui) took over, "The advantage of this is that we can choose where we want to be reincarnated, what kind of person we will be, and what our fate will be. As for me, I'm thinking of opening a martial arts school, but I have a few minor requirements."

Xiaobai couldn't help but interrupt.

"That's not a small request. You want most of the disciples from those martial arts schools to still be here, to be reincarnated together and continue their past relationship."

Can this be called a small request?

"And Mr. Huang still wanted to be reunited with his wife in this life, but by then, his wife had already passed away."

Xiaobai said, "So you two said at the time that you could wait. But after waiting for so long..."

"Hey, hey, hey," Master He Wu took a step back and said, "You can't just blame us for this. Who knew you would forget about us while we were waiting? We don't want to be lonely ghosts, and we have some merits, so we accidentally started practicing. Can you blame us?"

Huang Laogui: “That’s right.”

Xiaobai sighed.

He couldn't explain it.

Is it because later on, Yama King disappeared, the Judge disappeared, and the two were practicing law-abidingly, so wasn't it forgotten?

Come to think of it, I can’t really blame them.

Yin Changxing only remembered one thing.

"You built a tomb for Xiao Ling'er, so you gained merit?"

"Yeah."

Master He Wu said, "Didn't the young master sacrifice himself for others? How pitiful."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the people and ghosts present fell silent.

Yin Changxing wanted to ask more questions, but Xiao Hei, receiving a hint from Yin Yunting, quickly interrupted them and left with the two ghost cultivators.

As soon as they left, Yin Yunting waved his hand, and the door of the hall slowly and heavily closed halfway, making the hall even darker.

He stood up from his seat, walked down the steps, and with a flicker of his body, he returned to his original appearance.