"This life is a foregone conclusion, and even I can't change it."
He Ping'an paused, and then said solemnly: "But in the next life, I can let you two talk about their relationship again."
"Eternal life, never to be separated again."
"And I can let you meet me now!"
"Are you telling the truth?"
When Luo Lanxin heard He Pingan's words, she raised her pretty face with tears in surprise.
"Pindao is a martial saint."
He Ping'an's eyes were full of pride, and the implication was that a great martial sage from labor and management would not lie to a girl like you.
"Please ask the immortal master to help me!"
Luo Lanxin seemed to feel that she had nothing to lie to. If the person in front of her was a lustful person, how could he talk so much nonsense to her, so she quickly spoke.
"Okay, please wait a moment. For such a thing, both the man and the woman must agree."
He Ping'an said, then he kneaded his fingers and used the secret technique to communicate with the underworld, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Zhaojun, you haven't shown up yet!"
As the voice fell, the shadow of a scholar in green shirt appeared in front of the two of them.
"Zhang Lang, it's really you!"
Luo Lanxin couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't expect that this sloppy Taoist could really summon the soul of Zhang Zhaojun to the world.
"Lan Xin......"
Zhang Zhaojun glanced casually and saw the beautiful figure who was thinking about him day and night.
He looked at Luo Lanxin with burning eyes. Although the twenty-eight-year-old girl was now thirty-eight years old, her appearance remained the same, but the sadness in her eyebrows only increased.
He Ping'an's eyes narrowed and landed on the ghost body of the scholar in green shirt. He was not wearing any armor but was full of yin energy. This Zhaojun was already at the fifth level of ghost cultivator.
After a moment of silence, with tears in his eyes, Roland spoke first: "Mr. Zhang, are you okay after all these years..."
Zhang Zhaojun choked up and said, "Okay, I'm okay, but you, on the other hand, have lost a lot of weight..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand to help Luo Lanxin wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
At the third level of ghost cultivation, the ghost body can already be transformed into a physical entity and can affect external objects.
He is no longer a lower-grade third-grade ghost cultivator and cannot touch real objects.
"Ahem..."
When the mood of one person and one ghost calmed down, He Ping'an coughed softly, interrupting the tenderness between the two.
It's enough to eat dog food for a while. The two of you are here making love to each other, but you have considered the feelings of this single martial saint.
"Junior Zhang Zhaojun, meet your senior!"
Zhang Zhaojun was not as blind as Luo Lanxin. He could see He Ping'an's extraordinary power at a glance and quickly bowed to him.
"No need to be polite, I recalled you from the Netherworld to end the relationship between the two of you."
He Pingan waved his hand to help Zhang Zhaojun up, and then introduced the general function of the concentric lock to the two of them.
Hearing this, Roland smiled happily, and the haze on his pretty face seemed to dissipate.
"Junior, can you refuse..."
At this moment, Zhang Zhaojun suddenly spoke.
"Hey......"
He Pingan's face suddenly darkened. Each of these two young men was more difficult to talk to than the other. They had just settled Luo Lan's heart when Zhang Zhaojun gave him another problem.
"Zhang Lang, have you already..."
Luo Lanxin looked at Zhang Zhaojun with disbelief on her face. She didn't believe that Zhang Zhaojun had changed his mind after a few years.
"Lan Xin, you should believe me."
Zhang Zhaojun looked gray and explained: "But now is not the time."
"Why?"
Before Luo Lanxin could speak, He Ping'an jumped in and said, "Is it because there has been a change in Netherworld?"
"Senior, do you know?"
Zhang Zhaojun looked at He Pingan in surprise.
"Yes, I do know something, but I'm not particularly clear."
He Ping'an looked at Zhang Zhaojun and said, "But now that you are here, I should know everything."
In his opinion, Zhang Zhaojun is a fifth-grade ghost cultivator and should know a lot more.
Sure enough, when Zhang Zhaojun heard this, he quickly said: "This junior knows everything he knows."
Then he explained what he knew about the situation.
Since Hou Tu was injured that year, Yin Changsheng, a ghost in the Netherworld, joined forces with a powerful man in the Buddhist world to defeat Hou Tu and win half of the human book.
But the other two ghosts and gods were not convinced by Yin Changsheng and joined forces to fight against Yin Changsheng. From then on, a hundred years of war began in the Netherworld.
At the beginning, the scale was relatively small, but in the past ten years, the war has intensified and has swept through most of the Netherworld. Even the six paths of reincarnation have been affected.
Only about half of the dead souls are lucky enough to be reincarnated every year.
The remaining half of the dead souls were basically captured by the three ghosts and gods.
"So that's it."
He Ping'an nodded, which could explain why Zhang Zhaojun and the villagers of Gusong Village had not been reincarnated after many years of death.
"Zhang Zhaojun, who are you working under now?"
He Pingan asked.
"I am now an aide to Song Baihong, the ghost immortal under Du Ziren, the ghost god in the Netherworld."
Zhang Zhaojun said.
"Song Baihong?"
He Ping'an suddenly looked strange, and then said, "Does she have a younger brother named Song Mian?"
"Hey, senior knows him too."
Zhang Zhaojun said in surprise.
"Haha, I've heard a little bit about it, and speaking of it, there are some connections."
He Ping'an asked: "I remember that some time ago, wasn't the soul of the Song Sect Master crushed to pieces?"
"Is he dead?"
As soon as Zhang Zhaojun heard this, he looked at He Pingan carefully. His ghost body suddenly trembled and he said, "Senior, could it be that the Three Martial Saints are crazy..."
"Yes, it's me."
He Pingan nodded, there was nothing to deny.
Zhang Zhaojun quickly bowed deeply, and then said: "Senior, it would have been better if he had focused more on his hands..."
"Eh..." He Ping'an glanced at Zhang Zhaojun in surprise, thinking that he was going to say something that was against him and wanted to avenge the Song clan leader.
Who knew that this guy would actually talk like this...
"By this, do you mean that guy is not dead yet?"
He Pingan asked.
"He is indeed not dead."
Zhang Zhaojun explained: "Song Baihong served as a vanguard general under the throne of the ghost god Du Ziren. He respected the virtuous and valued scholars. He loved the ghost soldiers and ghost generals under his command very much and was deeply loved by the generals in the army."
"But on the contrary, her brother Song Mian, relying on his sister's reputation, often bullies the good. Fortunately, in the Netherworld, General Song controls him very strictly, so he doesn't have much chance to cause trouble."
"Just a hundred years ago, taking advantage of the Netherworld chaos, he fled to the human world and founded the Wangui Sect to harm the common people."
"After being discovered by his senior and crushing his ghost body, General Song spent his life's yin energy to close the ghost body for him, and then went to pray to the ghost and god Du Ziren, sacrificing his own cultivation for five hundred years before resurrecting Song Mian."
"But after Song Mian was resurrected, he refused to stop. He set up the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect in the army and gathered a group of evil-doing ghost soldiers and generals to cause chaos everywhere and created a mess in the army."
He Ping'an asked curiously: "If that's the case, Song Baihong doesn't care?"
Zhang Zhaojun explained: "General Song has been in seclusion since he rescued Song Mian. It is said that it is to stabilize his cultivation, otherwise he is likely to fall into the realm of ghosts and immortals."
"Haha, no wonder you just asked why I didn't strike harder."
"But, to put it bluntly, the ghost fairy Song Baihong is responsible for all this. If she were not the Fu Di Demon, how could these things have happened..."
He Ping'an smiled and said, fortunately, Song Baihong was not married, otherwise I don't know which good man would be dragged down by him.
"Fu Di Mo?"
Zhang Zhaojun asked curiously.
"It's a term of endearment used in our hometown for the elder sister who protects the younger brother."
He Pingan said casually, then changed the subject and asked, "What does this have to do with what you and Luo Lan are worried about?"
Luo Lanxin was also curious and looked over.
Zhang Zhaojun glanced at Luo Lanxin, and then sent a message to He Ping'an: "This junior is worried that his soul will be scattered during the war in the underworld, which will delay Lan Xin..."
