The City God Temple, the Yin Si Yamen, and the local officials in various parts of the underworld have temples to worship in various parts of the world, accepting souls to be reincarnated in the underworld.

In general, the city god, the mountain god, and the land are all similar immortal official positions, and they belong to the tiniest gods of the three realms of heaven and earth.

Yang Jian was in a hurry to go to the underworld, so he found a small City God Temple nearby.

In fact, we should not say 'not big', but 'small', the City God Temple here is only a small temple half a zhang high, there is a low statue of the old man inside, which is enshrined at the corner of the street, and there will be many mortals burning incense here on weekdays.

Yang Jian walked to the front of the City God Temple, took a step forward, and his body turned into a streamer and drilled into the City God Temple.

I never thought that this unsightly city god temple is also inside, it is actually a large courtyard wrapped in mist, there is a main hall, two side halls, big ghosts and small ghosts are in groups, from time to time there are ghosts to escort the souls of the dead into the courtyard, to the main hall on the left.

Seeing this, Yang Jian walked straight towards the side hall.

The ghosts in the courtyard looked at each other, and they were all stunned for a while, and they didn't know when a big living person appeared.

It's also strange that Yang Jian didn't show his own breath, a group of ghosts rushed up with chains, and a blue-faced ghost shouted: "Another foolish ghost has sent it to the door by himself!

Several black-clothed imps rushed forward together, Yang Jian's brows furrowed slightly, but his body flashed with immortal light.

An inexplicable power spread over him, not from his strength, but from his title.

Marshal of the Heavenly Court, Erlang Manifests the Holy True Monarch.

Suddenly, there was a clanging noise in the compound, and the ghosts knelt on the ground and trembled, lest they be directly extinguished by the immortal light on Yang Jian's body.

These ghosts are a little stronger than the souls of mortals, and ordinary monks are inferior.

"Immortal spare!

Yang Jian didn't care much about these ghosts, and went straight to the side hall, trying to find a way to the underworld.

He had just walked a few steps, and an old man in brocade clothes rushed out of the main hall, and said to Yang Jian for a while, "I don't know that the immortal is coming, the little god deserves ten thousand deaths!

"Where does it lead to the Netherworld?"

"Huh?"

"I'm asking, where can I go to the underworld? ”

Yang Jian tried not to be too anxious, so as not to frighten the old city god, who was the magistrate of the prefecture, and it was not easy to practice, so he didn't have to embarrass them too much.

Chenghuang didn't dare to let Yang Jian into the underworld casually, and asked in a trembling voice: "Little god is bold, may I ask the name of the immortal, what do ......you do in the underworld?"

"Yang Jian, Marshal of Heavenly Court, go to the underworld...... Friends. ”

"Yang!" As soon as the old man raised his head, he looked carefully at Yang Jian's front, and knelt on the ground as soon as his legs were weak, "I don't know that the true monarch is coming, the crime deserves ten thousand deaths, and the sin deserves ten thousand deaths!"

Forty thousand deaths in this meeting.

Yang Jian was patient, grabbed the golden talisman given by Nuwa Niangniang, and urged: "Hurry up and lead the way." ”

"Zhenjun, please!"

Chenghuang also saw that Yang Jian was in a hurry, so he rushed to the main hall with a roll, and Yang Jian turned a corner and followed directly.

The secluded well in the City God's Temple, plunged into the Santu River.

"Master Zhenjun, this is the ...... well"

"Thank you!"

Yang Jian saw the well that went straight to the underworld, and jumped in without saying a word, the pale yellow robe hunted and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chenghuang stood by the mouth of the well for a long time speechless, and the ghost next to him asked if he could cast his soul into the well, and he scolded him back.

"Dead or alive! This well was jumped over by Zhenjun, how can you jump into it now!"

"Then, my lord, can we do this errand?"

"Of course you have to do it!Wait an hour!" Chenghuang waved his hand, and hundreds of souls could also cherish this mortal dust a little.

Let's say that Yang Jian, after jumping into the Netherworld, he can turn into a head and feet, and directly make the Qiankun escape technique, constantly flickering in this dark passage.

After a while, Yang Jian began to cross the falling souls one by one, and he didn't know how thick this desolate land was.

As soon as the light curtain came out, several lightning bolts slashed down obliquely in front of him, and the biting cold wind came to the surface, and the eyes suddenly widened.

Netherworld!

Vast and dark, this is Yang Jian's first impression of the netherworld.

He was in front of a cliff, and behind the cliff were cave openings, which looked like beehives from a distance, and countless souls overflowed from the openings and floated to the river flowing under the cliff.

There are rows of wooden boats on the river, and a lantern is hung on the wooden boats, and the spirits flying out of the cliffs will fall into the wooden boats and sit on their own, swaying and moving slowly.

There are ghost patrols everywhere along the riverbank, and there are many figures in black robes patrolling the low sky that seems to be touchable with a raised hand.

This big river should be the Santu River.

Yang Jian didn't want to do much, and his figure flew directly towards a patrolling ghost in the air, and it wasn't until he flew close that he caught the attention of this ghost.

"Huh?" the ghost was shocked, and he could see a little bit of immortal light emanating from Yang Jian's body.

"I wonder which immortal has descended?"

Yang Jian reported to his home, and the ghost was surprised, and hurriedly beckoned his colleagues to come forward to salute.

Yang Jian said directly: "Take me to the place of the six realms of reincarnation, if you can't be the master, take me to find someone who can take me to the six realms of reincarnation!"

"This ...... Obey the order," the ghost didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly told Yin Si.

Yang Jian waited in place, looked at the golden talisman in his hand, put the golden talisman into the Xuan Turtle belt, and began to think about whether it would be unfavorable to Hou Tu Niangniang if he did this.

The Nuwa sage wants to accept the Dao fruit of Hou Tu Niang Niang as an apprentice?

This is a little strange.

Aside from anything else, Nuwa Niangniang is from the demon clan, and Houtu Niangniang is from the witch clan, and the lich fights, which is a hatred greater than demons and people.

The sage's calculations, Yang Jian really couldn't guess it.

The efficiency of the Yin Si Yamen is really good, Yang Jian hasn't figured out what's going on here, and a middle-aged scribe who has vaguely seen him came out of the air and saluted him from afar.

Yang Jian returned the salute and went forward.

"True Monarch, this is King Qin Guang of the First Hall of Yama in my Difu. ”

When Yang Jian remembered the Heavenly Court, the Ten Halls of Yan Luo played together, excused himself for intercession, and immediately bowed forward, "Thank you Yan Jun for helping you that day, I dare not forget this feeling." ”

"Zhenjun is very polite," King Qin Guang was polite and polite, and he also returned the courtesy, like a gentle and elegant scholar.

I listened to King Qin Guang and said: "I was in the palace to judge the case, and suddenly I got an edict ordering me to take Zhenjun to the land of the six realms of reincarnation, and I also said that Zhenjun didn't know where he was, but I didn't expect to listen to my subordinates, and Zhenjun entered the underworld." ”

Yang Jian sighed lightly, "There is Lao Yanjun." ”

"Please," King Qin Guang summoned a black cloud, left the Santu River, and flew to the center of the Netherworld with Yang Jian in the clouds.

Along the way, Yang Jian saw many cliffs, and often saw the Santu River winding back.

King Qin Guang didn't ask why Yang Jian came, but only introduced all over the Netherworld.

When he was about to fly to the center of the Netherworld, Yang Jian suddenly saw the ghost soldiers and ghost generals all over the mountains, frowned and asked, "There is also a war in the Netherworld?"

"Hahaha, Zhenjun said with a smile," King Qin Guang sighed, "The Three Realms of the Flood and Desolation, where can there be peace? The Netherworld opened up on the Sea of Blood, and the Asura Clan of the Blood Sea has never lived in peace, and now there are more forces of the Western Sect, and they are also encroaching on the Netherworld openly and secretly. ”

Western teaching?

"I see," Yang Jian nodded lightly, "If the war in the underworld is urgent, there is a place for me to fight, and a letter can be sent to Meishan." ”

"Zhenjun is kind, I am grateful," King Qin Guang thanked him, "The underworld also has the Quartet Ghost Emperor in charge, and it is actually quite stable." If the war is urgent, you can directly ask Heavenly Court to borrow troops, and Heavenly Court will definitely not let the Netherworld be controlled by others. ”

"That's right," Yang Jian nodded in response, and suddenly saw that in the sky of the Netherworld in front of him, there were ten great halls faintly lined up in a large array, rising and falling in the billowing ghostly aura.

The ten halls are linked into a circle with extremely thick iron chains.

Directly above the center of this circle, there was a colorful cloud, and countless souls rose from the ground and flew into the clouds.

King Qin Guang pointed at the Xia Yun and said with a smile: "There are the six reincarnation disks. ”

Yang Jian's heart shook slightly, his forehead was slightly hot, and it seemed that something was about to arch out.

King Qin Guang stopped at the top of the Yama Hall and said, "The true monarch will go over by himself, and I will go back to deal with official business, so I will not accompany him." ”

The implication is that he trusts Yang Jian very much and does not guard against it.

Yang Jian thanked him repeatedly, King Qin Guang gave up, and when Yang Jian just wanted to fly to the sky, a breeze blew down from the sky, Yang Jian's heart felt something, fluttering with the wind, falling with the wind to the land of the netherworld.

The light and shadow in front of him flickered slightly.

Yang Jian's spirit was a little trance, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on the bank of a river full of small white flowers.

The pleasant humming sound came with the wind, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, Yang Jian turned his head to look and saw the woman in white sitting by the river.

Just as she had left five hundred years ago, it was as if time had forgotten this place, and she, since ancient times, had never changed......