Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

It was a little unbelievable. When I went down the mountain, I turned my head and looked at it several times. It wasn't until the figure of Zhan Baichuan standing on the top of the mountain became smaller and smaller, turned into a fuzzy dot, and finally disappeared, which made me feel real.

His father really didn't intend to follow them.

"What are you thinking? You haven't said anything." Mu Ziyun patted his butt.

It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, not to mention that from Shuixianya to the foot of the mountain, it's not just the small dirt slope they climbed just now. After walking a few steps, they say they're tired and yell for someone to carry them on their backs.

"Do you think my father is very strange today." Covering Mu Ziyun's neck, Bi Qinghe murmured in his ear, "Why don't you scold me, don't beat you, and are so easy to talk to."

Mu Ziyun smiled without saying a word, thinking in his heart that's not the case, after all, he has been beaten already.

That day, when Yan Qing and could not sleep, Mu Ziyun took advantage of this time to go out for a walk, who would have thought that Yuanjia Road was narrow and bumped into Yan Baichuan.

Strange to say, when he saw his "heart and heart" about Baichuan, he forgot to ask for the ghost king Yuxi for a while, and instead talked about reconciliation with his father-in-law.

In the end, he was even more invisible and sad.

Mu Ziyun talked a lot to him, thinking he was sensible enough to be reasonable and emotional, but he couldn't help but conceal the oil and salt of all rivers, although he didn't do anything excessive to his somewhat reckless son-in-law , but it was just this sentence over and over again: "It will be fine after a long time."

"It's not all like this. Some things have a big impact on Qinghe. The passage of time alone will not make you forgiven, it will only disappoint him. You'd better explain it clearly to him." Mu Ziyun Rarely serious, "He doesn't want to blame you, and you don't want to hurt him either."

At that time, after hearing Mu Ziyun's words, Jie Baichuan decisively slapped him, but the slap fell on his back, so it seemed not so unkind.

But in the end it was still a slap, Mu Ziyun thought he didn't want to listen, thinking that his efforts were wasted, but seeing today's situation, it seemed that his father-in-law really took his words to heart.

"Is it not good for your father to be like this?" Mu Ziyun asked.

Covering his eyes, He pursed his lips, "Hmph, it's strange."

"It's weird to be nice to you? No wonder you were so guarded against me before, because you thought I was weird." Mu Ziyun deliberately teased him.

"You're always weird."

After covering Qinghe's words, he stretched out his hand to pinch his ear again, with such force that it seemed to be twisting, and urged: "Hurry up, you will see Zhuang Xingyu running away later."

As Mu Ziyun had explained before, Black and White Wuchang searched all the hills long before they came out of the maze, so they didn't see Zhuang Xingyu's soul.

Thinking about Zhuang Xingyu's soul as an accessory to his flesh and blood, it is just a trouble to Ren Qizhi, not a very important thing. It is impossible for Ren Qizhi to remember to take it with him when he flees in a hurry.

In this way, there is only one possibility left.

Ruo Zhuang Xingyu's soul took advantage of the chaos and fled. According to the news that Guo Chengyun inquired when he went down the mountain to buy vegetables that day, his soul is probably in Shaya City.

The fire in Shuixianya is not a trivial matter. The villagers at the foot of the mountain saw the smoke billowing from the top of the mountain and the flames filling the sky.

And according to the people in Shaya City, it was the night when Narcissusya caught fire, and the abandoned temple on the outskirts of Shaya City began to make strange noises, as if someone was walking, talking, or even vaguely There was a bell ringing, but it was so weird that no one dared to check it.

Concealing and fearing that people would dislike him, he was still a few miles away from the gate of Shaya City, so he didn't want Mu Ziyun to carry it anymore, and struggled to get down.

"Okay, we're almost at the gate of the city, let me down."

"What's the matter, no one who has no eyesight will say us." Mu Ziyun put him down following the intention of concealing Qinghe, but he couldn't give up the opportunity to post with others. After all, time alone is rare and the atmosphere is also rare. .

He held his hand and tried to persuade him in a soft voice: "This borders a foreign country, and the folk customs are open. It's okay for two big men to hold hands."

"It's obvious that you have an open personality, and you think it's okay for two men to kiss on the street." Bi Qinghe snorted softly.

But he still didn't break free.

The two of them entered the city holding hands, and the mortals they met on the street were all foreign-looking, and they were very curious about a man with a Central Plains appearance like them, let alone these two people holding hands.

Concealed and frowned slightly, who had attracted much attention, and asked a key question: "You said that when you go to that temple, can we understand the words of the people nearby?"

"Of course, otherwise how did Guo Chengyun understand that day?" Mu Ziyun smiled and said, "You can make gestures while shopping for vegetables, but not listening to stories."

Coincidentally, it was here, otherwise Mu Ziyun would not have concluded that Zhuang Xingyu's soul was here.

The abandoned temple is the Jianhan Temple, where the original gods are enshrined. It is rumored that it was built by officials who were relegated from the Central Plains to this place in the early years.

It’s just that the people here have their own beliefs, and the original gods didn’t have a mass base, and their incense was not prosperous, and they were gradually abandoned over time. Only this one in the outskirts of the city remained, and some people from the Central Plains lived around it, so it was not demolished.

"So that's how it is." Zhe Qinghe understood, "There is not much incense here, and the distance is too far. He can't sense the call from heaven, so he can only look for help in the temple."

"It stands to reason that his soul belongs to the fairy world, and even ordinary prayers can stand out from ordinary people, so it is easy to attract attention." Mu Ziyun teased, "But he has been ringing the clock in this temple for several days now. No one came, I really don’t know whose statue is in this temple.”

While they were talking, they had already arrived outside the shrine of the ruined temple. Mu Ziyun poked his head and took a look inside... Whoa!Isn't this an old acquaintance!

So he started to get angry again, "Master Chu is really busy."

Concealed and said helplessly: "It's normal, how can you care about the abandoned temples?"

"Qinghe! You're dereliction of duty, you're helping him speak." Mu Ziyun's voice raised an octave.

"It's so that you don't get caught up in the horns." Covering his eyes, he lifted his legs and stepped into the temple, "When you mention him, it's like you've taken the wrong medicine."

As soon as he finished his words, before he could stand still, he was swept away by a sudden whirlwind in the temple.Fortunately, Mu Ziyun was behind him and made him throw himself into his arms, otherwise, depending on the difference between the god of war and the god of culture, he might not be able to tell where he would go.

"It seems that he is not in a good mood." Mu Ziyun embraced Qinghe with one hand, and pushed open the remaining half of the door with the other.

The door was as dilapidated as this temple, but when Mu Ziyun pushed it, it fell to the ground with a bang, causing dust to fly all over the sky, forcing him to cover his face with disgust, and almost buried his head in the front of his clothes .

The inside of the temple was very empty, and the wind that poured in from the door made a whining sound, blowing the cobwebs on the ceiling and wall tottering, and a little dust fell on the altar.

Apart from the thick ashes and burnt porcelain plates on the altar table, there were only two white porcelain plates with corners missing. Presumably there were three of them before.The futon on the ground has long been weathered into withered grass, and the only one that still has shape sits cross-legged on top of it, looking at them expressionlessly.

Bi Qinghe had never seen Zhuang Xingyu, but Zhuang Xingyu had seen him and recognized the aura from heaven, his expression relaxed a little, he stood up quickly, and said to them: "Sorry, I am some kind of charlatan, come and arrest me .”

Zhuang Xingyu's voice was just like his appearance, with a refreshing youthful quality, but a little heavy.

It didn't look like he was in a nightmare, and he was still able to communicate normally. He exchanged glances with Mu Ziyun, stretched out his hand, and said, "It's the first time we meet. Ziyun."

"I know, that lunatic always talks about you."

Although Ren Qizhi is a wanted person in Heaven, he is only wanted secretly, not all immortal officials know his name.

Zhuang Xingyu is now a soul body, and Yan Qinghe is an entity in the human world. Naturally, he can't shake hands with Yan Qinghe, but he still smacks his palm to show respect.

Jia Qinghe is really not good at politeness, let alone the current situation is not suitable for politeness, so he said bluntly to the local Tong Xingyu, "The man's name is Ren Qizhi. Capture, the progress of the matter will be followed up by us for the time being."

Zhuang Xingyu nodded, expressing his understanding, and said calmly, "Before I send you back to the Heavenly Court, I have something to ask you, is that okay?"

"I know everything."

Zhe Qinghe elbowed Mu Ziyun, and the latter understood, and went to the door to write a letter to Caiyun.

Zhuang Xingyu looked at him steadfastly, and asked, "Isn't Lord Ghost King a person from the ghost world? How can there be anything from heaven?"

Although it is said that Bi Qinghe and Mu Ziyun are partners now, but this is too indistinguishable from each other. Even the pens used to write on the colorful clouds were taken out of Mu Ziyun. Is this reasonable...

"I used to be from Tianting, it's okay." Zhe Qinghe smiled at him, and made two cushions out of thin air, calling him to sit down.

It's really a bit fortunate that Zhuang Xingyu's soul was separated from his body before he was skinned and boned, otherwise what they saw now would be a lump of soft flesh, and it would be difficult to restore his physical body.

"Can you tell me what happened at that time?" Since Zhuang Xingyu looked like an ignorant teenager, he concealed his words and carefully considered his words, lest he would be irritated.

Zhuang Xingyu's expression was calm, "That day I received the task assigned by the Martial God Station, so I left the Heavenly Court Realm and went to the human world. Unexpectedly, something went wrong on the way. I heard someone asking for directions, and realized something was wrong, so I just turned around. When I turned around, my eyes suddenly went dark, and then I lost consciousness."

"Suddenly lost consciousness?" Covering Qinghe and frowning, a figure appeared in his heart.

"Yes, when I wake up again, my soul has already left my body, and I saw a middle-aged man carrying a basket tearing apart my bones, and beside him was a young man with a pale face."

...That means Yan Yeyun didn't run away, hiding and remembering the trick he made last time, it's really hard to guard against.

"The young man's name is Yan Yeyun, and the trick he used against you is called 'Tear-Eating Eyes', as long as you give him a response, you'll be hit." Concealed with a complicated expression, "Later, why did you suddenly leave your body? "

"I've been unsteady since I was a child, and I almost got out of my body with a single hook. It should be the same at that time." Zhuang Xingyu was also a little puzzled, but he continued, "But Ren Qizhi soon discovered captured my soul, forcibly detained me, and I was taken back to his lair."