Chapter 18: Makeover
The name of the Book of Death and Life has actually been widely circulated among the people since ancient times. People's discussion of life and death must be inseparable from this famous Book of Death and Life.
You Chuiyun carefully watched the envoy from Beiyue Prefecture mumbling something, probably asking Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to appear or something. After mumbling for a long time, the Book of Death and Life he held in his hand actually started to move on its own, turning the pages violently. .
It was indeed unusual. It seemed to be only a few dozen pages thick, but at this time, it seemed like tens of thousands of sheets of paper had been turned over. It dazzled You Chuiyun, and he finally stopped.
The envoy from Beiyue Prefecture woke up and coughed twice in his throat, and said in a deep voice to the recording screen and Lu Yuan: "Lu Ping, I was born in the 72nd year of Tiande in the Great Xia Dynasty of Tingfeng Realm... His birthday is..."
Fatty Lu Ping was shaken all over again, and his eyes gradually became brighter.
"Died a hundred years after Tiande, at the age of twenty-nine."
After saying this, Lu Ping trembled all over, and then the expression on his face was obviously more struggling. In the end, he seemed to finally wake up. Then he screamed a few times, staggered back and fell to the ground. This series of actions was no different from that of a stranger. .
Then he looked to the side and saw his dumbfounded brother. His face was filled with desolation. He threw himself at his feet and cried loudly: "Lu Yuan, why don't you... didn't I tell you to withdraw first? When did you Are you so concerned about your brother again? Why are you coming back? There are so many yin soldiers, aren't you going to die when you come back?"
Seeing him crying miserably, envoys from Beiyue Prefecture were accustomed to such scenes. However, seeing You Chuiyun also looking heartbroken, he was embarrassed to stop him. Normally, he would just kick the person to the ground. If we go out of the world, we still have to look at the deep brotherhood.
His younger brother was always like a wooden person, so Lu Ping wiped away the non-existent tears - it was not easy for ghosts to cry, and ghost tears were also a rare thing in the world.
He finally turned his head and opened his hands like an old hen guarding its young, and said to the two seducers in front of him: "Two Masters of Hei Wuchang, take me away. How about I trade my brother's life? You can send me to hell and suffer torture." Whether it’s the punishment of cooking with oil or anything else, I accept it!”
The envoy from the Beiyue Prefecture smiled contemptuously and just shook his head. He had few words and only wanted to be dealt with by You Chuiyun himself.
"Lu Ping... look who I am."
The black smoke all over You Chuiyun's body dissipated a lot, and his true appearance became clearer.
"Ah - you - ah? You Shaozong? Oh my god! You Shaozong, you, are you the messenger of the underworld?"
Lu Ping was a little scared at first, but suddenly his color changed. He hugged You Chuiyun's thigh as if he were a relative, crying heartbrokenly: "You Shaozong, Brother You, Grandpa! Please save us... I My brother and I are both still young and should not die..."
You Chuiyun didn't expect that Lu Ping's mind was spinning very fast, and he begged him to bring them back to life.
You Chuiyun looked at the envoy from Beiyue Prefecture. The envoy's face was expressionless, but he was a little joking. He wanted to see how you would end up? Therefore, those of us who are messengers must be hard-hearted and send them directly to the underworld without saying a word. How can we wake up our minds and cause trouble for ourselves?
You Chuiyun smiled helplessly and helped Lu Ping up: "You get up first."
"Master, if you don't save us, I won't get up. Master, I know you are a kind and good man, please save us."
"Life and death matter, Lu Ping, you are already thirty years old. Don't you know that people cannot be resurrected after death?"
"You Shaozong, the whole sect knew about the time you fought with the stone tiger and came back to life! Oh, oh, oh, please save me."
"..."
You Chuiyun was really speechless by his words. He had actually come back from the dead so many times... In fact, he secretly estimated that Huang Quan listened to him so much that he kept jumping between yin and yang. Reason.
"Don't you see? I am neither human nor ghost. Senior Brother Lu, do you see?"
You Chuiyun's whole body was exuding black smoke, and he was wrapped in it. Where could he still see the image of the scholar-looking young man on Cunjin Peak?
Lu Ping choked and said, "You Shaozong, what happened to you?
Difficult? "
"I'm dead, just like you. There's no escape."
Lu Ping grabbed You Chuiyun's wrist with both hands, his eyes sad: "Is this all fate?"
"I never believed in fate before." You Chuiyun hesitated: "I always thought that everything depends on people. You may not know that just a while ago, I killed my father with my own hands. My father spent the first half of his life He was the most majestic man in the world, but later he became completely different and became a bastard who was neither human nor ghost nor immortal nor demon.
I've been thinking, what makes people change so much?
There is no answer but fate. "
You Chuiyun showed a forced smile and put his hand on Lu Ping's shoulder: "True strength is not not afraid of death, but knowing that you are going to die and doing it. You did this to protect Lu Yuan, and the kings of hell in the earth will definitely do it." I won’t embarrass you. If you want to be reincarnated, I will choose a rich family for you. Remember not to bully others in your next life.”
Lu Ping's eyes showed confusion, and he looked back at his younger brother, and then asked excitedly: "In the next life, he and I will also be brothers, and I will be the older brother, is that okay?"
You Chuiyun glanced at the envoy from Beiyue Prefecture, but the envoy slowly shook his head. It seemed that he couldn't do it.
However, You Chuiyun's heart moved, he nodded slowly and said firmly: "Okay."
Lu Ping's face was full of excitement, but he immediately fell down and complained to himself: "What's the use of a brother with no ability like me? Only someone like You Shaozong deserves it."
You Chuiyun put his hand on Lu Ping's shoulder: "You are the best eldest brother I have ever seen."
Lu Ping suddenly smiled brightly: "Thank you, You Shaozong. I think I, Lu Ping, have no regrets in this life. I sacrificed my life for the country, so what regrets do I have?"
He suddenly cheered up: "History will remember us."
You Chuiyun smiled and nodded, and the Beiyue Mansion envoy reminded him in a low voice: "Master Commander, the souls here have almost been collected——"
You Chuiyun hummed and asked again: "Are there any Yin soldiers?"
"Of course there are, but they are just stragglers. It is easy for our envoys to deal with them."
"Well, please tell me, if there is one of these Yin soldiers named Daijia... Well, forget it, it's nothing. Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
"It's not hard work!"
When the little old man saw the envoy from Beiyue Prefecture getting so close to the commander, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Little old man, I accidentally let you take advantage of the opportunity to please the envoy.
You Chuiyun nodded and saw that all the dead souls here were leaving in an orderly manner, driven by the messenger, towards the underworld.
Lu Ping regained his delirious face, and accompanied his younger brother, he walked into the large army heading to the underworld.
You Chuiyun knew that they would not look back, but he still waved his hands towards Lu Ping and the others, as if sending him away.
"Dear envoys, thank you for your hard work. See you next time!"
On the battlefield of Noda, everything finally disappeared...or rather, the smoke disappeared in You Chuiyun's eyes, because the corpses all over the ground were in such a mess that the living still needed to clean them up.
So in a short period of time, he stood on a high point, and the messengers dispersed like an ebbing tide.
But like a rising tide, strangers rushed over to collect the corpses of their compatriots on the ground. Youchuiyun stood high, like a tree that had grown here thousands of years ago.
He saw that Bai Qicai did not come here. She was taken away by Li Ziyu and did not know where she went.
The Nantianmen disciples were on the other side of the battlefield. At this time, what was passing by You Chuiyun's feet was one after another with sad faces, tattered clothes, broken knives and guns, or incompletely bandaged limbs. Covered with wounded soldiers.
These wounded soldiers were also identifying their comrades on the ground. Gradually, there were a little more whimpering and crying, but the war horses of the military governor kept coming and going. Those who were in grief could only grit their teeth and bury them on the spot with their own clothes. The same clothes, the same corpse bleeding.
He looked at these strangers, who seemed a little lonely among the people coming and going. Then he reached out his hand and pulled off the hood behind his neck.
He came up until his vision was half blocked by the hood, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.
From a distance, it looks like a strange statue.
A statue that is completely invisible to living people.
Suddenly, a similar, dark, short figure appeared next to You Chuiyun.
"Sir, my subordinate has found Daijia."
"What?"
"My subordinate found Dai Jia, the Yin soldier."
The little old man tried his best not to laugh, but in fact he was also happy, thinking that this time his courtesy seemed just right.
Of course, You Chuiyun didn't react as expected. He just nodded lightly and then said, "Is he locked up in the tomb of the God King?"
The little boy pinched the little old man, and the two looked at each other in surprise.
"Let's go and have a look." After saying that, the sculpture-like figure immediately disappeared in the wind. The little old man also turned into the wind and swept away the black smoke like a cloak.
——
Daijia and Ruhua were imprisoned together and guarded by the Three-Eyed Tribe...
The gate of the God King's Tomb had already been broken through, and the human vanguard army filed in, completely controlling the God King's Tomb without using much force.
Some of the leaders of the major forces in the God King's Tomb ran away, and the rest basically didn't have time to run away, so they were all captured.
In a cell like Dai Jia Ru Hua, there are Taoist priests setting up formations on the inner and outer three floors, making it difficult to escape.
At this time, Wang Helou was under military orders and was responsible for the custody of this place. For some reason, he was always a little uneasy, so he kept patrolling outside the cell to inspect the past.
"Hey, little Taoist priest..."
Although it was a ghost language, it was also extremely gentle. It happened that Wang Helou also understood ghost language. He turned around and saw that it was a beautiful ghost who was looking at him seductively at the door of the cell.
"What are you doing?" Wang Helou stopped. The face of this little Taoist priest with big ears and broad face was full of sincerity.
