Penglai Island, Jiehe Palace.
Leopard was very embarrassed.
Longxuhu said with a smile: "Teacher, what's so difficult about this?"
"Why don't we just invite the ladies to Penglai Island to have dinner, drink tea, and talk about Taoism? Wouldn't it be nice?"
boom!
Shen Gongbao kicked him twice, "You are the smart one."
Shen Gongbao's first thought was Penglai Island, but he immediately rejected it.
After the earth body transformed into six realms of reincarnation, she could not get out of the netherworld without limitless calamities.
From this point of view, there is only one place to choose between Heaven, Chang'an and Netherworld.
It can only be Netherworld.
Yao Ji can go to Chang'an, Wu Meiniang can also go to Heaven, but Hou Tu can't go anywhere.
In order not to lose sight of one thing or another, Bao Bao chose one piece.
Longxuhu drank tea and said weakly: "Teacher, I feel that the Shura Field is more dangerous..."
The underworld, deep in the twilight.
Pingxin Palace.
Shen Gongbao cooked in person, making a full banquet of hundreds of dishes for the human world. Feng Du was cooking the pot and Brother Zheng was in charge of helping.
Fengdu is like a piece of rubble in the netherworld. Wherever there is need to be filled in, people work hard and never complain.
Looking back at the main hall.
Hou Tu, Yao Ji and Wu Meiniang were smiling and sitting drinking tea and chatting.
This is the nature of a family dinner, so there is no distinction between dignity.
Hou Tu is the elder sister, Yao Ji is the second, and Wu Meiniang is the youngest.
The three of them chatted calmly, at least on the surface there was no hint of Shura Field.
But the calmer it gets, the more uneasy Baobao feels.
"This...isn't this right?"
Yao Ji talked about how they met back then. During the battle at Kunlun Ruins, her heart was scratched by three dragons and she was saved by him rudely. Their fate was incredible.
"Sister Mei Niang, what about you?"
Wu Meiniang is wearing an elegant long dress today. Hundreds of years have not left any trace on her face. Her facial features are bright and moving. Thinking of the past, she smiles with beautiful pear shapes on both sides of her cheeks.
"He...she is a ray of light in the darkest moment of my life..."
Wu Meiniang's hands slightly brushed her smooth and supple belly, her beautiful eyes were full of pampering and expectation, "Little one, come quickly, Mom is looking forward to it..."
"Where's Sister Houtu?"
Yao Ji and Wu Meiniang are talking, Hou Tu is listening.
Then the hall fell into silence.
Hou Tu's thoughts also returned to the past.
When I first met him, I wanted to use him to resurrect the twelve ancestral witches...
The promised period of ten thousand years has long passed.
But because there is Zheng'er in the middle, he is still entangled with him.
Hou Tu also didn't know how to talk about the past.
The initial acquaintance was not as pure as theirs.
Speechless.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, count the breaths.
"Here comes the chicken soup."
Shen Gongbao walked out with a casserole. This was the last dish, pheasant stewed with mushrooms.
Brother Zheng has also taken his seat.
"Fengdu, sit down and have something to eat." Shen Gongbao invited.
Fengdu shook his head quickly, "No, Fengdu has already eaten it."
Ying Zheng: "? When did Brother Fengdu eat? Didn't he come here to cook the pot after working overtime?"
"Sit down and eat something."
Fengdu shook his head seriously, "No, Fengdu is not hungry. He has to go back and work overtime."
Fengdu left in a panic.
Fengdu went directly to the human world, "The atmosphere is so suffocating. How can I feel as comfortable as drinking mutton steamed buns in Chang'an? Waiter, two more catties of mutton and two more catties of steamed buns."
Pingxin Palace.
Shen Gongbao also sensed that the atmosphere was a little gloomy, so he smiled and said: "The chicken soup just came out of the pot, not salty nor bland, tastes great."
Brother Zheng was very discerning. He filled a bowl for his mother and two aunts, and then lowered his head to scoop up the rice.
"Let's eat."
"The world has undergone unprecedented changes with hundreds of millions of yuan. We can still eat together. It's good, it's good." Shen Gongbao said to himself.
Shen Gongbao was not in a hurry. The Shura field at this moment was already expected.
After all, it was the first time to eat, so it was inevitably a bit unfamiliar.
cautious.
Let’s talk about it later.
The Immortal Saint does not need to eat.
Just an excuse to get together.
After a long time.
Baobao sent Yao Ji and Wu Meiniang back to Tianting and Chang'an respectively.
"Haha, that idiot Long Xuhu was right. The Shura field is not easy to deal with."
"Careless."
After spending half a year each in Heaven, Chang'an, and Netherworld, Baobao returned to Penglai Island for meditation.
Without him, Yin Yang Daoyun was once again improved, and it was a matter of course that he reached the sixth level of Wuji Golden Immortal.
As soon as Baopao came out of seclusion, he looked at Zheng'er in the main hall.
"Father, do you want to... go to the Netherworld? Mother has been in a bad state recently."
"Um?"
Shen Gongbao did not hesitate, tore through the void and headed to Pingxin Palace.
The back door is open, so enter the main hall through the back door.
Houtu was wearing a red dress today and was standing in the small courtyard tending the flower garden.
Shen Gongbao was half leaning against the palace door, looking at her with a smile.
Hou Tu knew he was coming, but kept silent and continued tending the flower garden.
After a moment, he turned around and walked into the hall.
Shen Gongbao was skipped directly.
"Didn't the older one see me?"
Leopard shamelessly followed into the hall.
Hou Tujing sat at the agarwood table and said in a calm voice, "The ten-thousand-year promise has arrived."
Shen Gongbao saw seriousness and earnestness in her peerless appearance.
"Has the time of ten thousand years arrived? So soon?"
"It's like a blink of an eye."
"You can leave Pingxin Hall and you don't have to come back again. The great karma owed by the Wu Clan will be repaid by itself."
Tens of thousands of years ago, Shen Gongbao signed many agreements with Hou Tu in order to resurrect the eleven ancestral witches.
One of them, that of being with each other for ten thousand years, has expired long ago.
Only the promised great cause and effect remains.
Hou Tu's efforts made his voice calm, and no emotion could be heard. However, Bao Bao from the Wuji Golden Fairyland could be keenly aware of her fragile emotions.
"Understand, understand, pregnant women... their emotions are fragile and changeable."
Shen Gongbao and Hou Tu sat opposite each other and nodded slowly, "The period of ten thousand years has indeed arrived."
"Our agreement has indeed come to an end."
Baobao's understatement made Houtu Dao body tremble slightly, the amplitude was very small and could not be noticed except by the Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal.
"Then let's talk about the big cause and effect now."
"good!"
After tens of thousands of years of emotional entanglements are cut off, all that remains is profit.
Hou Tu is still the same as before, "Feng Du abdicates the throne, and in the underworld, you make the decision."
"Lord of the Underworld? It sounds good, but it's not enough."
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes were filled with sadness, "The Netherworld's luck is endless, and your luck is endless!"
This means sharing the luck of the underworld with Bao Bao.
Shen Gongbao still shook his head.
"Shen Gongbao!"
"You don't want the Fengdu throne, you don't want the luck of the underworld, what exactly do you want?" Hou Tu's beautiful eyes looked directly at Shen Gongbao, and he felt that his heart was clogged, stuffy, and a little out of breath.
"Don't you know what I want?"
"I want to be the Lord of Pingxin Palace!"
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes suddenly froze, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time and were on the verge of collapse finally came out, "What do you want from me?"
"You will never take a step out of the underworld!"
"When I miss you, I can't even step out of the underworld to find you."
"Even the elves in the mountains and forests, the wandering clouds and wild cranes, they are free and can enjoy free light, free wind, and free dust."
"I don't know since when, I got used to you coming to the Netherworld, and the habit turned into expectation..."
"I don't want to get used to it..."
"I'm different from them."
"The Netherworld Supreme Being is destined to be desolate and lonely for eternity..."
Pingxindian echoed in her heart.
There is fog in the netherworld, which is the air of death and desolate ghosts.
