Deng Chanyu asked the ghost soldier next to her as if she were familiar with him: "Hey, boy, why do you think this person from the Yang world came to the underworld? He seems to be able to use thunder magic. He seems to be a Taoist monk."
The ghost soldier next to him first clasped his fists in salute, and then looked puzzled: "Master Yeyouji... I just came here, so I don't know the inside story. Ordinarily, a monk must have a disciple, even if he enters by mistake, He will be pulled out by the division commander soon, and this guy now...can't be a wild Taoist priest, right?"
More ghost soldiers and yinzai joined the chat: "It seems that they are skilled in Taoism. Pure green light comes out of this technique. It is not like Yaoxie. He is probably an abandoned disciple of a certain great religion, right?"
The disciples of the great sect don't dare to mess with him. If the abandoned disciple of the great sect falls into the underworld, you don't have to be polite. If you kill this guy, you might be able to "pick up" the treasure.
A group of ghost soldiers were eating melons and chatting. Later, even the judges, day tour envoys, and night tour envoys passing by nearby joined the ranks of fishing and watching. It was really a bit new. There was no change in the underworld for tens of thousands of years, and it was lifeless. Everyone lacks this kind of spiritual entertainment.
The arrival of Zhu Tianlin undoubtedly brought fun to these "civil servants" in the underworld.
Zhu Tianlin knew that there were a large number of "underworld civil servants" secretly watching him, and his current behavior of fighting many dead souls was not much different from that of monkey tricks in the world, but he had no choice.
The lonely wild ghost has no sanity, so he can just kill him. This saves the ghost soldiers from the underworld from doing it themselves, so people will naturally not stop him.
But if he dares to attack groups of ghost soldiers, he will definitely challenge the order of the entire underworld, and tens of thousands of ghost soldiers will swarm up, mixed with a few judges and the king of hell. , even his master couldn’t bear it.
You can watch it if you want!
Zhu Tianlin held a sword in his right hand, and with his left hand he chanted incantations from time to time. He continued to throw out thunder spells and fire talismans, forcibly cutting a bloody path among the numerous dead souls.
Seeing Zhu Tianlin's good skills, many ghost soldiers in the underworld gave up their thoughts of picking up the leaks and dispersed.
Deng Chanyu watched the excitement for a long time, and then left with the large army. Suddenly, a black-faced judge blocked her way.
"The King of Hell has a decree to order you to go and kill that Xuanmen monk."
Deng Chanyu pointed to her nose: "Me? Just me?"
The black-faced judge nodded heavily: "Yes."
If any night patrol in the underworld could kill the Jie Jiao disciples, then the underworld would have ruled the three realms long ago.
Deng Chanyu knew that her disguise had been seen through, and she pondered for a while: "That guy's Xuanmen skills have a sense of striving for progress. He is obviously a disciple of Jie Jiao. Why do you want me to provoke this kind of karma? I won't go. , whoever wants to go can go."
She had met Wen Zhong and was no stranger to the characteristics of Jie Jiao's super clear mana.
The black-faced judge said: "The Jie Jiao disciple died in the underworld, and the cause and effect naturally belongs to the underworld."
Deng Chanyu's face was full of hesitation: "Are you trying to use my teacher's name to cover up? Once things go wrong and make the teacher unhappy, won't it damage my path to seek the truth? Don't do it!"
The judge looked at her with disdain. If she wanted any benefits, just say so. What kind of teacher are you talking about?
Disciples of saints are basically equated with words such as arrogance and coolness. Lu Yue and his four disciples were burning, killing and looting outside, committing all kinds of evil, and they didn't say that their enemies went to Jin'ao Island to find the leader of Tongtian to argue. You are the only disciple on Nuwa's side, so what are you afraid of?
However, this matter cannot be said in too much detail. Talking about a saint behind his back is a serious crime. Deng Chanyu can say a few words, but the underworld judge cannot. Once he says it, Nuwa will really make him, a ghost, die again.
"Okay, what are the conditions for becoming an immortal?"
"I want to know how long my life will be? Forget it, bring me the Book of Life and Death and I'll see for myself."
The black-faced judge lowered his head and communicated with a certain King of Hell far away. After more than ten breaths, he reached out and took out a blue-covered, thread-bound book that looked extremely simple.
His tone was firm: "Let the Immortal take it and see it."
The Book of Life and Death looks thin, but actually contains a lot of content and has a function similar to a "search engine".
As soon as she got started, Deng Chanyu knew how to use this book.
She looked for her name first.
[Deng Chanyu, lived thirty-one years. 】
This should be the original lifespan of her body. It is destined to be this number. Even if there is no Gao Lanying, she will encounter Li Lanying, Wang Lanying, etc. There will always be a strange person who comes to hack her to death, or even the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation or the Plague Immortal Formation. Anyone can kill her. It's really not difficult to kill the original general Deng Chanyu.
When she took a second look, her life span was shrouded in a slowly rising green light. She understood clearly that now she was protected by Xuanmen, but the future was uncertain. Her life span was actually no longer included in the book of life and death. Jurisdiction.
She went to find Daji's life span again.
[Su Daji, lifespan...] The lifespan column was covered with black ink, and the handwriting underneath was completely unclear.
She quickly asked the judge: "May I ask the judge, what does this mean?"
The judge was stunned at first, and then his face was full of horror. He looked at Deng Chanyu with his big eyes, and then looked down at the book of life and death. He hesitated to speak. He wanted to say but did not dare to say it.
Finally, he said vaguely: "Perhaps there is a powerful person who changed the fate of your friend against heaven, right?"
Deng Chanyu asked with a shy face: "Could this powerful person be me?"
You are so shameless... The judge's eyes wandered: "But... maybe?"
It seems I didn't change it, so who could it be? Deng Chanyu's thoughts kept coming and going. Is there a big backer behind classmate Daji? No impression.
She searched for Deng Jiugong and Deng Xiu again.
This is normal.
[Deng Jiugong, lived fifty-four years old. 】
[Deng Xiu, lived thirty-three years old. 】
Deng Chanyu extended her hand to the judge: "Please lend me a pen."
The judge looked left and right, and then handed her a very ordinary-looking brush.
Deng Chanyu added the word "hundred" in front of Deng Jiugong's "fifty-four years old". She observed the judge with her peripheral vision, and found that the judge did not respond, so she added a cross under the word "一" and looked again. When there was no response, I added another horizontal line.
When she was about to add the word "thousand" in front of "three hundred and fifty-four years old", the judge glared at her.
"Okay, okay, I know, I know." She knew that she had reached the bottom line, okay, it would be interesting enough to let Lao Deng live for more than three hundred years.
Following the same example, Deng Xiu's life span was also increased to [three hundred and thirty-three years].
Aunt Huang was kind to her and gave her two hundred years of life. When Deng Chanyu was about to give her horse, Biaozi, some extra life, the black-faced judge became completely angry.
You're not done yet, are you? Do you have a dog at home? How about adding a few decades to your dog’s life?
Deng Chanyu ignored him at all. My teacher is Nuwa, do you understand?
Biaozi was in really good health, and surprisingly she could live to be fifty-five. With a stroke of her pen, she added another two hundred years.
