After the memorial to God Haotian is written, the underworld will submit it according to the procedures.
Ksitigarbha looked twice and listened, but in the end he said nothing more. He clasped his hands and said goodbye. It was time for Deng Chanyu to go back.
Po Meng said: "You can take this little girl Daji back to the world of the sun. The old woman has made an agreement with her that every year during the Ghost Festival, she will come over to help me, the old woman, so you don't have to make a fuss. "
Deng Chanyu glanced at Daji strangely, and Daji's classmate smiled charmingly at her, which means she saw it, and we also had adventures.
Even though the two of them were already very familiar with each other, Daji's unintentional expression of charm mixed with naughty energy still made Deng Chanyu feel dazed for a while, as if her bones were brittle, this monster!
"Disciple understands."
"Okay, don't be stuck here. You have seen the road behind the old woman. It is connected to part of the Blood Sea. If you go from this way, you will be able to return to the Yangshi soon. Don't delay, hurry up and get on the road. .”
The separation between yin and yang is no joke. Today's underworld does not provide the kind of service of "resurrecting where you die". In other words, you need to "run the corpse" yourself.
Daji had to run back to the corpse by herself before her soul could return to her body, and Deng Chanyu had to escort her all the way.
This is one of the reasons why there are very few people who can return to the Yang world in the underworld. Without some ability, even if the underworld allows it, it will be impossible for ordinary people to run back to the Yang world from the sea of blood.
Before leaving, Deng Chanyu apologized to the black-faced judge who had been following him: "Chanyu is young and has little knowledge. If there is any offense, please forgive me."
The judge was quite fond of her actions in redressing the grievances of many dead souls. He was stunned for a moment and solemnly saluted: "...Don't go so far next time when you change the book of life and death. My surname is Lu."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he had made a mistake.
Deng Chanyu returned the favor and said with a smile: "There's another time? Hahahaha...Judge Lu, take care."
"Have a good trip, Mr. Deng."
Daji and Po Meng on the other side said goodbye in a low voice, then hugged the little white dog and listened, followed Deng Chanyu on a road filled with red mist.
...
King Guang of Qin was extremely fast. As soon as Deng Chanyu and Daji entered the sea of blood, he came to heaven with a memorial.
Haotian didn't have any official business to deal with. Hearing that the King of Hell was coming, he immediately summoned him.
Take the memorial and look at the name, Deng Chanyu? The first reaction is a question mark, who is this guy? Can any cat or dog write a memorial for me? dont see! Only after the second reaction did he realize that he was a disciple of Nuwa, he quickly took the memorial and read it carefully every word.
After reading it carefully, things are very troublesome!
Zhu Tianlin is a disciple of Jie Jiao. Now Nuwa's disciples and Zhunti's disciples say that he is not qualified to be on the list of gods, but the list of gods is currently in the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun, the saint of Chanjiao.
The actions of the saint's disciples cannot represent the saint. For example, the leader of Tongtian Cult cannot possibly say to his disciples, "Go out and burn, kill and loot. You will do as many bad things as you want. If anything happens, I will take care of you!" ?
He couldn't have said that, and he certainly didn't mean it. Jie Jiao has become what he is now because he simply doesn't want to care.
The same goes for the rest of the saint's disciples. At the most serious level, they all have their own way, and the saint does not need to interfere. At the most minor level, personal predispositions are different and cannot be forced.
Even so, Haotian still felt a mess.
Such a not-so-big thing, except for me, who was quiet and inactive, also involved several other saints and forces such as heaven and hell.
If he doesn't handle it well and offends three or four saints at once, it will be useless even if he has the support of Tao Ancestor.
The list of gods only requires 365 righteous gods, but there is no shortage of Zhu Tianlin. If Haotian is willing to put down his face and, like the two sages of the West, personally go out and recruit people, there will be 365 vacancies? Three thousand six hundred and fifty vacancies can be filled.
This involves the fate of the three religions. Being a god is just an appearance. Zhu Tianlin is a matter of being a god, but it is not entirely a matter of being a god!
After sending the "courier" King Qin Guang away, he immediately summoned Taibai Jinxing for discussion.
"What do you think of me, dear?"
According to Haotian's original intention, he would naturally leave the matter to Yuanshi Tianzun. Anyway, Chanjiao and Jiejiao are not compatible, and if there is a chance to fall into the face of the leader of Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun will not hesitate at all.
But this shouldn't be made too obvious. He didn't want to offend Yuanshi Tianzun, let alone the leader of Tongtian.
Taibai Jinxing stroked his beard and thought about countermeasures.
After a long while, he whispered: "To untie the bell, you need to tie the bell. Maybe you can call this immortal to come to heaven and make her a moderate official, and let her be responsible for this?... "
Haotian shook his head slightly, saying that it would not work to pass the blame like this.
He also wanted to summon Deng Chanyu to heaven, and then throw the big pot away and be done with it. The problem is that one of the prerequisites for heaven is to be an immortal. Deng Chanyu is not practicing for two and a half months now, but he has been practicing Taoism for ten months. No matter how fast he enters the country, he still won't reach the standard of becoming an immortal.
He cryptically revealed the key to the problem, and Taibai Jinxing was dumbfounded.
I thought you caused such a big trouble. How deep is your cultivation? You have only been practicing relationships for ten months?
Heavenly Court still has a family, so it is not difficult for Deng Chanyu to become an immortal quickly. Just giving two flat peaches is enough. The problem is that doing so is too obvious, showing that Heavenly Court is afraid of trouble and has no responsibility. Haotian still wants to save face.
The monarchs and ministers discussed for a long time, but could not come up with a good solution. Haotian could only personally issue an order to summon the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the disciple of the Antarctic Immortal, to come to discuss.
...
Legend has it that the sea of blood was formed by the navel of the great god Pangu, where most of the filth in the three realms accumulated.
When it comes to crossing an entire sea of blood, not to mention Deng Chanyu, in the entire Xuanmen, not counting saints, there are only a few who can cross it.
Now they don't need to cross, they just stick to the edge of the blood sea and use the passage to enter the underworld.
It's not a short distance, but it's not too far either.
In the sea of blood, there are blood clouds above the head, smelly and solid blood clots under the feet, surrounded by blood-red mist, and some shrill screams can be vaguely heard.
"Ayu, the fog here is so dazzling..." Daji kept gritting her teeth and insisting, but the fog around her floated straight into her eyes. In less than a stick of incense, her eyes turned red, and there was a trace of light in her soul. The stock has an evil red light.
She said a little miserably: "Ayu, why don't you leave first? I really don't want to drag you down anymore."
"Do you want to eat fried cakes?! We are lifelong friends, how can we give up on you? Take a rest first? Or ride on your Diting?" Deng Chanyu came up with an idea, and the little white dog grinned at her and rode What ride? I'm still young!
Daji thought of a way.
"Ayu, take out your weapon. You walk in front. Walk slower. I'll hold the handle of your halberd. Do you think that's okay?"
Deng Chanyu: "...it's a bit thick, please hold on tight."
Daji nodded sharply: "Oh."
