The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Town God's Temple, Yamen of the Underworld, and local officials in the Netherworld have temples in the world to enshrine, accepting souls to enter the underworld for reincarnation.

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

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

In fact, it should not be said 'not big', but 'narrow'. The Town God's Temple here is only a small temple half a foot high, and there is a low statue of an old man inside, which is enshrined at the intersection of the street. On weekdays, many ordinary people burn incense here.

Yang Jian walked in front of the Town God's Temple, took a step forward, and his body transformed into a streamer into the Town God's Temple.

Unexpectedly, this unattractive Town God's Temple also has a universe in it. It is actually a large courtyard wrapped in mist. There is a main hall and two side halls. Big ghosts and little ghosts gather in groups.

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

All the ghost messengers in the courtyard looked at it together, and were stunned for a moment, they didn't know when a big living person appeared.

It's also because Yang Jian didn't reveal his aura, a group of ghost guards rushed up with chains, and a big green-faced ghost shouted: "Another foolish ghost has come to the door by himself! It saves us a lot of effort! Take it!"

Several little ghosts in black rushed forward together, Yang Jian frowned slightly, but Dao Dao celestial light shone from his body.

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

Marshal of Heaven, Erlang Xianshengzhenjun.

Immediately, there was a clanging sound in the compound, and all the ghost messengers knelt on the ground and shivered, fearing that they would be directly wiped out by the fairy light on Yang Jian's body.

These ghosts are stronger than the souls of ordinary people, and they are not as good as ordinary monks.

"Shangxian, spare your life! Shangxian, spare your life!"

Yang Jian didn't care 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 when an old man in brocade clothes hurriedly ran out of the main hall, and bowed to Yang Jian, "I don't know that the god is coming, the little god deserves death! He deserves death!"

"Where can I get to the nether world?"

"ah?"

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

Yang Jian tried his best not to be too urgent, so as not to frighten the old city god; the city god is a local official in the underworld, and it is not easy to practice, so he doesn't have to embarrass them too much.

The City God didn't dare to let Yang Jian into the underworld casually, and asked in a trembling voice: "Little god, dare to ask the name of the immortal, what are you going to do in the underworld..."

"Yang Jian, Marshal of the Heavenly Court, is going to the underworld... to visit friends."

"Yang!" The old city god raised his head, looked carefully at the front of Yang Jian, and knelt on the ground as soon as his legs softened, "I didn't know that the real king came, I deserve death, I deserve death!"

Forty thousand times died in a short while.

Yang Jian held his temper, grabbed the golden amulet given by Empress Nuwa, and urged, "Hurry up and lead the way."

"This way, Zhenjun, please!"

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

In the Nether Well in the Town God's Temple, plunge yourself into the Santu River.

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

"Thank you!"

When Yang Jian saw the well leading directly to the underworld, he jumped in without saying a word, the light yellow robe made a sound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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

"Death or life! This well was jumped by Zhenjun, how can I jump into it now!"

"Then, my lord, we are so poor, can we still do it?"

"Of course we have to do it! Wait for an hour!" City God waved his hand, and hundreds of souls could be more attached to this mortal world.

Let's talk about Yang Jian, after jumping into the Nether Well, he can turn into his head and feet, and directly use the Qiankun escape technique, which keeps flickering in this dark passage.

Not long after, Yang Jian began to jump over the falling souls one by one. He didn't know how thick the wild land was. Yang Jian walked forward for a stick of incense before rushing through a ghastly yellow light curtain.

As soon as the light curtain came out, a few bolts of lightning slashed down obliquely in front of him, a biting cold wind swept over his face, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Nether world!

The vastness and darkness, this is Yang Jian's first impression of the Netherworld.

He was in front of a cliff, and behind the cliff were cave entrances. From a distance, it looked like a beehive. Countless souls overflowed from the cave entrances and drifted towards the river flowing under the cliff.

There are rows of wooden boats drifting along the river, and a lantern is hung on the wooden boats. The souls flying out of the cliff will fall into the wooden boats and sit there, swaying slowly and slowly.

There are ghosts patrolling everywhere on the river bank, and there are many figures in black robes patrolling the low sky that seems to be touched by raising your hand.

This big river should be the Santu River.

Yang Jian didn't want to be troublesome, so his figure flew directly towards a patrolling ghost in the air, and he didn't catch the ghost's gaze until he got close.

"Huh?" The ghost messenger was surprised, and could see a little bit of fairy light emanating from Yang Jian's body.

"Which fairy descended?"

Yang Jian reported his family name, the ghost messenger was very surprised, and hurriedly called his colleagues to come forward and salute.

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

"This... obeys orders," the ghost messenger didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly reported to Yin Division.

Yang Jian waited on the spot, looked at the golden talisman in his hand, and put the golden talisman in Xuangui's belt, and began to think about whether doing so would be detrimental to Empress Houtu.

The Nuwa sage wants to accept the Daoguo of Empress Empress Dowager Tu as his apprentice?

This matter is also too strange.

Aside from other things, Empress Nuwa was from the demon clan, and Empress Houtu was from the witch clan. Fighting liches is a greater hatred than demons and humans.

Yang Jian really couldn't figure out the sage's calculations.

The efficiency of the Yinsi Yamen is really good, Yang Jian has not figured out what is going on here, a middle-aged scribe who has vaguely seen it comes out of nowhere, and greets him from afar.

Yang Jian made a bow to return the salute, and went forward to meet him.

"Zhenjun, this is King Qin Guang, the first hall of Yan Luo in my underworld."

When Yang Jian thought of the Heavenly Court, Yan Luo from the ten halls played together, pleaded for his forgiveness, and immediately bowed an extra bow, "Thank you Yan Jun for your help that day, I dare not forget this feeling."

"The real gentleman is so polite," King Qin Guang was polite, and returned the gift, like a gentle and refined scholar.

Just then King Qin Guang said: "Just now I was judging a case in the palace, and suddenly I got an order to take Zhenjun to the place of six reincarnations. I also thought that Zhenjun didn't know where he was. I didn't expect that I heard the report from my subordinates, and Zhenjun entered the underworld."

Yang Jian sighed softly, "Thank you Yan Jun."

"Please," Qin Guangwang summoned a black cloud, left the Santu River, and drove Yang Jian to the center of the Netherworld.

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

King Qin Guang didn't ask Yang Jian why he came, but just introduced various places in the Netherworld.

When he was about to fly to the center of the Netherworld, Yang Jian suddenly saw ghost soldiers and generals all over the mountains and plains, and asked with a frown, "There are also wars in the Netherworld?"

"Hahaha, Zhenjun is just joking," Qin Guangwang sighed, "Where can there be peace in the prehistoric and desolate worlds? The Netherworld was opened above the sea of ​​blood, and the blood sea Asuras have never lived in peace. Now there are more forces from the Western religion, and they are also encroaching on the Netherworld."

Western religion?

"So that's how it is," Yang Jian nodded lightly, "If there is an emergency in the underworld, if there is a place for me to fight, just send a letter to Meishan."

"True Monarch's kindness, I am very grateful," King Qin Guang cupped his hands in thanks. "The underworld also has ghost emperors from all directions, so it is actually quite safe. If the war is urgent, at worst, you can ask the Heavenly Court to borrow troops. The Heavenly Court will definitely not let the Netherworld be controlled by others."

"That's right," Yang Jian nodded in response, and suddenly saw ten halls faintly lined up in a large formation in the sky of the Netherworld ahead, floating up and down in the billowing ghost energy.

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

Right above the center of the circle, there is a colorful cloud, and countless souls rise from the ground and fly into the cloud.

Qin Guangwang pointed to the Xiayun and said with a smile: "There is the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk."

Yang Jian's heart trembled slightly, and his forehead was slightly hot, as if something was about to protrude.

King Qin Guang stopped on top of Yan Luo Hall, and said: "The true king can go there on his own, and I have to go back to deal with official business, so I won't accompany you."

The implication is that he trusts Yang Jian very much and is not wary.

Yang Jian thanked him again and again, King Qin Guang bowed his hand and resigned, and just when Yang Jian was about to fly to the sky, a breeze blew down from the sky, Yang Jian felt something in his heart, fluttered with the wind, and fell to the earth of the nether world with the wind.

The light and shadow in front of him flickered slightly.

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

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

Just like when I left five hundred years ago, it seems that time has forgotten this place, but she has never changed since ancient times...