Looking at the thin black pods, Chen Shi had a subtle mood. He controlled his emotions and stood quietly behind Po Meng.
Po Meng held the beans with her wrinkled fingers and placed them on the ground one by one. She also picked some Bianhua flowers to form a human figure about the same size as Chen Shi.
Chen Shi's bad premonition began to increase and he asked, "What is this?"
Mrs. Meng pulled the Bianhua flower, moved her head further away to observe it, then moved closer and continued to adjust, while replying: "Your body."
Sure enough... Chen Shi looked at the things on the ground again - the combination of beans and flower petals on the other side, which looked more like a human than a giant stick insect.
Chen Shi looked at the King of Hell faintly.
"Since you want to get rid of the influence of your innate luck, it is impossible for you to reincarnate or take another person's body, so you can only rebuild your body." The bearded King of Hell said calmly.
"Use some good materials." Chen Shi whispered: "Lotus roots, lotus flowers, etc. are good, and they feel stronger."
The King of Hell laughed angrily, "Do you think I am a golden fairy in the sky? This is the underworld. Forget-you beans and Biangan flowers are the treasures with the most spiritual energy. What are you picking?"
So there really are immortals? The purpose of cultivating immortals is to ascend, but no one has seen an immortal, so no one knows the end of the immortal road. Now listen to the words of the King of Hell... Chen Shi narrowed his eyes and thought subconsciously, but then he was stunned and laughed. , cut off the messy thoughts in my mind.
Although he said that he would no longer cultivate immortality, his thinking has not changed. It seems that he still needs to adapt as soon as possible.
His eyes shifted to the dark green beans, and he found them a bit cute. Before that, Chen Shi had only heard of the Biangan flower, but not the Forget-you beans. Just now he thought they were ordinary mung beans.
This name sounds auspicious!
"The flower of the other shore can calm grievances, extradite the souls of the dead, forget the sorrow beans, cook Meng Po soup, and forget the friendship in life." Meng Po said slowly.
Chen Shi's eyes became complicated. Lotus roots and lotus flowers were suitable for immortals, but the flowers of the other shore and the forget-me-not-them flowers were more suitable for him.
I just don’t know what it looks like.
He didn't like the appearance of his previous life very much. In the words of his sister, he looked like a young man from the immortal family who had escaped from the secular world. He had a good appearance and temperament, but he looked too cold.
Especially when he is not smiling, the slightly downward corners of his mouth look very alienated, and why is a grown man so good-looking?
He wanted to be stronger.
Chen Shi looked at the King of Hell expectantly, but the King of Hell looked at the flower-shaped man on the other side with no expression.
A skinny mung bean man from the other side of the world.
I always feel like my hope is going to be dashed.
At Po Meng's signal, the bearded King of Hell began to cast spells. Chen Shi felt the world spinning for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he felt something was different. He shook hands and felt the familiar magic power.
Yunling period?
"King of Hell, I don't want to become an immortal." He said seriously.
"How can you travel between the Yin and Yang realms without any magic power?"
Chen Shi was easily persuaded. He just didn't want to put his life on cultivating immortality anymore, but he didn't exclude his own cultivation. There were many disputes in the world, and a little cultivation would save his life. Moreover, cultivation of immortality was about the heart, and cultivation was No matter how low a cultivator is, he is still a cultivator, and no matter how high a cultivator is, he is still a cultivator.
Moreover, cultivating immortality is never easy. There have always been only those who fail, but not those who succeed. This kind of thing is as absurd as worrying about getting the top prize if you don't study hard.
Speaking of which, he not only wants to farm and study, he also wants to herd sheep and raise chickens. I don’t know if there is a chance...
Next to it was the flowing Wangchuan River. Chen Shi thought as he walked over and saw the reflection on the dark river.
He had a gentle and delicate appearance, a bit ordinary, but not as cold as before. He nodded. Although it was a pity that he was not a strong man, he was not a weakling either, so he could accept it.
"Change your name." The bearded King of Hell said.
The little King of Hell next to him heard this and opened a notebook to record it.
The man with a gentle face looked at the King of Hell, with a look of peace and relief in his deep eyes, "Li Ting, listen to me."
The King of Hell nodded slightly and said, "Li Ting, the task assigned to you is to catch ghosts."
"Okay, how to catch it?"
Li Ting answered seriously. He had always been an activist and had great enthusiasm for learning things he didn't understand at all. He had no choice but to be unlucky in his previous life. He wouldn't be able to survive without learning more.
The King of Hell felt that it was easy to talk to him, so he explained: "There are three types of ghosts. One is the living ghost, which has the memories and emotions of the human world, and can be reincarnated after drinking Meng Po soup; the other is the lonely ghost, who works in the underworld; The third is a delusional ghost, who has no emotions and memories, only obsession. Because the obsession is too strong or for some special reasons, he has not entered the reincarnation of the underworld."
"Then who am I?" Li Ting asked curiously.
"What I am reshaping for you is your human body. You are a person who can practice ghost arts." The bearded King of Hell said.
Li Ting laughed, as if he felt a trace of warmth from the blood in this cold underworld.
"What you are trying to catch are ghosts. They remain in the human world, which is considered a dereliction of duty by the underworld. As long as they wake up from their obsession and restore their previous memories and feelings, they can become living ghosts and enter reincarnation."
"I heard that there is black and white in the underworld. Aren't they responsible for this?" Li Ting asked curiously.
"They are responsible for making ghosts. If you catch them, just hand them over."
"Um."
Li Ting thought for a moment, frowned and said, "You still didn't tell me how to catch him?"
"I will send a ghost to help you." The bearded King of Hell said.
"Which ghost?"
"interesting."
"What's interesting?"
"Ghosts scream funny."
Li Ting fell silent. He only knew that Po Meng was Po Meng and that the King of Hell was the King of Hell, but he had never asked the names of these ghosts. It turned out that ghosts also had names, and they were named so casually.
The beardless King of Hell got off the table and brought over a ten-year-old girl. The girl had thin bangs and smooth hair hanging behind her head. She looked very well-behaved.
"Follow him from now on." Little Hell pointed at Li Ting, and Li Ting finally reacted and frowned at the little girl, "You call this kid interesting?"
The bearded King of Hell nodded, "She was a delusional ghost three hundred years ago. She was supposed to stay in the underworld as an errand, but the data during that time was lost once and her records were incomplete, so she could not completely transform into a lonely ghost. Now she is considered a ghost. Between the lonely ghost and the delusional ghost.”
Li Ting thought for a moment and then looked serious, "You want me to use day and night to see things three hundred years ago and help complete the final transformation. In other words, with day and night in hand, the obsessions of many ghosts will be better solved. "
"That's right." The Bearded King of Hell said: "If a ghost's body is not pure, its soul will be unstable. As a delusional ghost, she does not have many memories and emotions in the human world, only obsession. But as a lonely ghost, she has a photographic memory. He has a rich reserve of professional knowledge and is very suitable to help you.”
But going back to the time three hundred years ago, the amount of mana required was exaggerated. Li Ting said in a deep voice, "I don't have enough mana. I can't guarantee that I can help with her matter."
"Well, she is not within the scope of your mission. You can mainly solve the evil ghosts in the world."
"good."
"Then I'll send you away."
"What should I do..." Before Li Tingping could finish speaking, he felt the world spin for a while, and he appeared on the stone steps in the mountain.
He looked at the little girl in red in front of him and didn't know what to say.
The instinct engraved in his bones made Li Ting subconsciously observe the terrain, but after this observation, Li Ting's eyes changed.
Isn't this the mountain road of his previous sect, the Zhengling Sect? We agreed to let go of the past, but why did we get involved again?
