so cute

The disciples who had just joined Guiyunmen respectfully responded to Zhuowu.

Then Zhuo Wu took Jing Jiujiu and stayed here.

This group of human beings didn't know that Zhuowu was the supreme god on Mount Gushe, they only regarded him as a person who had accomplished Taoism.They don't know enough, and they don't know how to measure the profoundness of this patriarch. After thinking about it, they define it as a great power that is one step away from ascension!

And recorded it in the sect's handbook.

Zhuo Wu seems to be more at ease staying here than when he was in Gushe Mountain. Jing Jiujiu can occasionally see a little relaxed look on his face, like a little smile?

But Jing Jiujiu didn't feel relaxed.

Even if he knew that Zhuo Wu was Bai Yuhuai from thousands of years ago, he still wanted to return to reality.

Jing Jiujiu sighed softly, then rolled, rolled from the other side of the table to under Zhuo Wu's eyelids, and took advantage of the opportunity to hug the pen in Zhuo Wu's hand.

Zhuo Wu did not let go.

He just took a small amount of hair from the tip of the hair, kneaded it tightly, and handed it to Jingjiu.

"What are you going to write?"

Jing Jiujiu dipped that little bit of vellus hair in ink, and dragged it to draw on the paper.

What are you drawing?

ghost.

Just the kind of ghost-like stick figures with round heads and crooked buttocks.

Jing Jiujiu drew five little ghosts in one breath, and then raised his head to look at Zhuo Wu: "Do you understand?"

He has already thought about it, if he came here because of that mirror... Since this thing belongs to the underworld, and the underworld has not collapsed yet, as long as Zhuo Wu takes him to the underworld, he will be able to see the mirror again ?

Zhuowu frowned slightly.

Obviously did not understand.

Jing Jiujiu: "Ula..." He tried to stick out his tongue, and then suddenly remembered that this paper man didn't make a tongue.

Now it's all right, I can't even create the effect of a hanged ghost.

Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to start drawing stick figures again, accompanied by a few simplified characters.

It's a ghost.

This is Naihe Bridge, this is Meng Po, this is the three-meter-tall Yanmo, this is the black and white impermanence of a bull's head and a horse's face...the last is a mirror.

Zhuowu's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

He squeezed Jingjiu and hid it in his sleeve, then got up to rest.

Jing Jiujiu was covered in his sleeves, and he couldn't even crawl out. He could only simply crawl in along his sleeves, onto his shoulders, and then groped to his chest... Finally, Zhuo Wu's whole body was covered. Crawled all over, but couldn't get out.

Jingjiu:?

He was afraid he was going to smother me to death.

Of course Zhuo Wu didn't smother Jing Jiujiu to death, Jing Jiujiu fell asleep on his belly, and when he woke up again, they were no longer in Guiyunmen.

Zhuo Wu walked forward slowly, and a big black hole naturally opened up in front of him.

He stepped into the cave and stepped on a dark, lightless, seemingly endless road.He took out Jingjiu from his chest, held it in his palm, and said in a low voice: "This is the underworld."

In fact, needless to say, Jing Jiujiu has already noticed it.

The road looks long.

But when Zhuo Wu took a step forward, Jing Jiujiu saw a little light.When he took a closer look, he found that the light was the countless ghosts walking on this road.

Zhuo Wu took another step, and they came to a city wall.Jing Jiujiu looked up with difficulty, and wrote "Fengdu".These two words are quite recognizable.

It was at this time that Fengdu suddenly became lively.

The little ghost let out screams, and even the ghosts lined up behind them all cried out in horror, as if they had seen some important person.

At this moment, a gong sounded, and a group of slender men in white, surrounded by the even slender man in red, came in front of them.

All of them had snow-white complexions and looked creepy.

Zhuo Wu frowned obstinately, and covered the little paper man's eyes.But Jing Jiujiu was too small, it said it was covering his eyes, but in fact it almost completely covered his face.

Jing Jiujiu: "...Yanmo?"

The man in red slowly lowered his eyes, and glanced at the little paper figurine in Zhuowu's palm.

Zhuo Wu frowned without any trace.

In the future, he and Yan Luo also know each other?

At this time, no matter whether they were dressed in red or white, they all bowed respectfully to Zhuo Wu: "What is the reason for the fairy to come here?"

How could they not be in awe of gross nothingness?

Those gods who died earlier don't even know why.

Zhuo Wu had already vaguely guessed in his heart, he paused for a moment, and said, "Where is the Mirror of Mirror?"

The man in white immediately led the way and led them into the hall.

A large mirror was placed in the center, with a gray surface and iron chains tied to it.

Zhuowu stepped forward and didn't move.

"Xianjun?" The ghost messengers in the underworld were puzzled.

There was another one who had the courage to step forward and said: "But you want to untie the rope for the fairy?"

Zhuo Wu didn't make a sound, he stroked the Jingjiu wine in his palm, but with a thought, the iron chain shattered.

In an instant, the mirror also lit up.

The light was so dazzling that it disappeared in a flash,... the people behind looked at it, but they saw countless hanging... divine skeletons exuding a faint coercion?Divine skeleton!Before they could change their expressions in horror, the image in the mirror had disappeared.

Zhuowu lowered his eyes again——

His palm was empty.

Jingjiu's world suddenly became dark again, but the darkness was only short-lived.He blinked hard, and his eyes quickly recovered.

"Bai Yuhuai?"

Strangely, no one around responded to him.

Jing Jiujiu rolled in shock.

Could it be that he has entered someone else's past again?

Jing Jiujiu was thinking about it, when he saw three words slowly appearing in his sight - Guiyunmen.Jing Jiujiu was slightly taken aback, he saw Guiyunmen again.It was a thousand years ago, not a thousand years later.

Because the next moment, he saw Zhuo Wu walking slowly into the door.

Turbid without a wave of sleeves.

A mirror fell in the middle of the room.

Jingjiu:?

Why did you take the mirror away with you?No wonder the mirror was in his cave in Gushe Mountain.

Zhuowu started a retreat, which lasted for an unknown number of years.

From Jing Jiujiu's perspective, he could only see Zhuo Wu sitting there motionless, every once in a while, he would go out for a long trip, and then come back to continue retreat.Jing Jiujiu could see the stars in the sky turning and falling one after another, he could see the people in the court gradually changing the color of Tangushe Mountain.

Natural disasters have become more frequent.

With a bang, the earth shook, and most of the sky collapsed.

Jing Jiujiu closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He saw Zhuo Wu stepping into a dark hole again.

On this long and endless road, there are more and more dead souls, and they are gradually crowded together, rubbing shoulders.

When they walked to the city wall of "Fengdu", half of the towering and tall wall collapsed.Yanmo was gone, only a few "people" with beards and jade crowns on their heads, and a group of men in white knelt down tremblingly towards Zhuo Wu.

"I want to enter reincarnation." Zhuo Wu said lightly.

Jing Jiujiu heard his words clearly now.

Maybe it's because... Jing Jiujiu was startled.Maybe it's because he has really entered the past of Zhuo Wu now.What he entered before was indeed his past.

The "people" on the opposite side were so frightened that they knelt and kowtowed one by one.

"The immortal king is immortal, how can he enter reincarnation?"

Zhuo Wu raised his hand to press on his chest, and easily inserted into his own flesh. He said lightly, "How can I not die?"

The "person" on the opposite side was even more terrified, kowtowed repeatedly: "How can the six reincarnations of the underworld stand up to the soul of the immortal?"

Zhuo Wu didn't respond, but slowly walked into reincarnation without turning his head or blinking his eyelids.

That reincarnation is a huge stone plate with six paths engraved on the stone plate, and six lights of different colors shine outward.As soon as Zhuowu walked in, the six rays of light became muddy and condensed into one.The stone plate also gradually cracked, making a crackling sound.

The collapse of heaven and earth began at the same time as this moment...

All the creatures in the underworld trembled and did not dare to lift their heads.

Jing Jiujiu's eyes flashed.

In a trance, he seemed to see Zhuo Wu spreading his palm.

Lying on the palm of his hand was a dry, slightly yellow, rotten little paper man who seemed to be blown to pieces.

It was made of Jingjiu soaked in ink and then dried over a unicorn fire, with a paper figurine on top.

……

Where Jing Jiujiu can't see.

Looking at the brilliance flowing in the mirror, the picture shakes slightly, and the next moment -

There was a loud bang on the stone plate, it was completely cracked, and the six samsaras were torn apart with one hand...

Walked into the muddy nothingness of samsara, and walked out again.

Gold-colored blood was still dripping from his chest.

He looked up at the void, as if it was connected to the law of heaven.

He cannot enter reincarnation.

Zhuo Wu's expression became a little bit cold.

... If he enters reincarnation, after reincarnation, even if it is his next life, it is not him anymore.

"I am your wine"

my booze.

That can only be mine.

He wants to lie to heaven, hell, and everyone in the world... Only when he himself thinks that he has been reincarnated can this lie be true.

He wants to make up a lie, a long-lasting lie that lasts for thousands of years.

I don't know how long it has passed.

When the "people" in the local government raised their heads tremblingly again, the fairy king was gone, only a little dried blood remained on the ground.

The Gushe Mountain Immortal Lord, who was regarded as the god of creation, completely fell from this world and died.

Since then, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky have become extinct.

……

Jing Jiujiu opened his eyes again.

Numerous divine skeletons hang above the head, and the pressure in the cave is heavy.

Master Ting Yi seemed to be frozen there, not moving.

But Bai Yuhuai, who was standing opposite, opened his eyes at the same moment.

The spirit returned to its place, and a little paper figurine landed lightly on the ground.

And Bai Yuhuai stared deeply at Jing Jiujiu, he slowly spread out his palm, and there was another dry, slightly yellow, rotten little paper man lying there with a limp leg, as if it would break if blown on it.

That is the turbidity that has been held for thousands of years.

Until the name and surname were changed, the little paper figurine was always in his heart.