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Ranked Xianban? ! !

Zong Jiu squinted his eyes and continued to question.

The ghost contemplated for a moment, but knew everything, and gave Zong Jiu a clear sequence of things.

Some things are confusing for mortals, and there is no clue to them.

But for the ghosts of the underworld, there are very few things in the world that they don’t even know. After all, people can lie, not dead people. Taking a photo with a bright mirror in front of the Palace of the King of Hades, I can’t keep any secrets.

What’s more, this matter has also aroused extensive discussion in the underworld, and it was also a major event that was talked about by ghosts three years ago.

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The old woman’s surname is Wang, and she has no children for many years. Her husband went early. When she was old, she lived alone in a dirt house behind the old locust tree in Tongbai Village.

At that time, few people in Tongbai Village believed in Buddhism, and there was only one ruined temple at the back of the village, which was rags and leaky.

But the story of a Bodhisattva who became a Buddha here has been passed down from generation to generation in the village.

After the Bodhisattva ascended, he spotted a piece of land in the village. The color of this land was incompatible with other loess, it was dark red. No matter what plants are transplanted on it, they cannot survive. Legend has it that if a plant grows on this piece of land, it must be an immortal grass that can live forever after eating it.

But in the end, everyone only regards it as a story after a meal. If you want to believe it, no one will believe it. After all, that piece of Bodhisattva soil has been guarded throughout the village for hundreds of years, and no green color has appeared on it.

The farmer is already facing the loess with his back to the sky, and he has the ability to believe in Buddhist scriptures, so he might as well plow two more fields.

The old woman is the only person who believes in Buddhism in Tongbai Village.

No one in the village wanted to take care of the bodhisattva soil that did not lay eggs, so the mother-in-law took care of it silently. Every day the sun rises and the day comes to rest, the ruined temple is swept clean, and the bodhisattva soil is also taken care of neatly.

Others laughed at her mother-in-law behind her back, and she didn’t care, she just smiled and said that she believed in Buddhism, so she didn’t feel tired.

In this way, ten years are like a day, and the days have passed like this.

It’s strange to say. It is indeed difficult for the elderly in the village to live to 60. But the old woman in her sixties is still very energetic, not old-fashioned, and she can even walk around with a **** by herself, which is amazing.

It also happened to be that year, when the famine broke out.

First, the gods are not beautiful, and the whole year is full of drought. Again, locust plagues are rampant, the particles are not harvested, and the people are not living.

Without food, they killed the pigs that the family prepared for the New Year. When the pig has finished eating, it eats the bran. The bran is gone, so I can only dig some wild vegetables. Finally, the people in the village were so hungry that they peeled off the bark, and a large area of ​​the trees died.

When you are hungry at night, everyone finds cloth strips to sleepy their stomachs, so that their uncomfortably hungry stomachs can tighten.

One night, the Bodhisattva in the sky gave the old woman a dream.

The Bodhisattva stepped on auspicious clouds and wore a colorful glow, and came accompanied by the fairy boy, and his dreams were vast and happy.

“You are destined with me, and I can see all the credit for these years, so let’s go there.”

“Remember, the physical nature of the predestined strong yang is not an immortal thing that the human body can directly bear. After taking it, you need to eat the yin Bodhisattva soil every day, not too much, just squeeze it. Wait for a year later. , You can be directly listed in the immortal class if you have completed your merits.”

After speaking, the Bodhisattva left lightly.

The day after waking up from the dream is still not bright. The old woman put on a dress and went out carrying a lamp.

Sure enough, in the bodhisattva soil where no grass grows, a fairy grass is quietly standing in it, and the whole body is covered with a faint brilliance, more than the cold moonlight.

The old woman knew that she had met a real god, and she gratefully knocked her head on the ground, chanting to thank the Bodhisattva for blessing.

When the mother-in-law took the fairy grass, she found herself suddenly clear and clear, and she was as light as a swallow. In the past, I felt tired from lifting water. Now I can walk like flying with one hand and a bucket. Even the folds on my face have been calmed down and my face has been completely renewed.

The most important thing is that after eating immortal grass, the old woman finds that she only needs to take a small amount of Bodhisattva soil every day according to what the Bodhisattva said, so that she can maintain her fullness throughout the day without having to eat other things.

For those who survived the famine era, this was a great surprise.

Speaking of this, the ghost could not help but sigh, “This mother-in-law is also a great person. You know, since the Ming Dynasty Liu Bowen cut the dragon veins, this immortal realm has almost been disconnected from the human realm. It is hard to think of becoming an immortal in the mortal world. It’s harder, unless people with great fate and great merit would dare to think about it.”

Returning to the story, he went on to say that her mother-in-law was a kind-hearted person. Now that she is blessed by the Bodhisattva, not only is she not proud of her power, but she is more and more low-key doing good and down-to-earth.

Since she only eats Bodhisattva soil every day, the old woman gives all her food and a small amount of harvest from the field to the villagers.

For example, the child in the village who has not eaten enough and is malnourished, or the wife of the village chief’s who is just married and who is pregnant and who is undernourishment.

But I don’t want to go over time, this incident has attracted the attention of other people in the village.

Everyone in each household harvests such a small amount of grain every month, and one person can’t get enough to eat. How can an old woman give out so much grain to others?

So the villagers secretly followed the old woman and found that she would eat a lot of bodhisattva soil every day. As long as you eat the bodhisattva soil, you don’t need to eat again for a day.

‘You can fill your stomach by eating that soil. ’

The news swept across the village in an instant, and the villagers rushed to eat the bodhisattva soil.

There was almost nothing left of the thick piece of land that had been dug up.

But Bodhisattva soil is the most yin thing. When the human body eats it, vomiting and diarrhea are mild. After eating, there are not a few people who have their souls out of their bodies at night.

After eating for a few days, the villagers also found that the Bodhisattva soil did not have the effect of filling their stomachs as they imagined. On the contrary, they were dying and furious.

In their eyes, the old woman is a sinner who hides her private life. She is unwilling to tell about such good things, so she has to ask her.

The old woman is even more miserable. There was only one immortal grass, and the Bodhisattva told her not to reveal the secret of heaven, let alone where to start.

The extremely hungry villagers did not listen to the explanation, and saw the old woman resisting, so they locked them in the house.

They nailed the old earthen house with wooden boards, leaving only a small gap.

After all this was done, the villagers said viciously: ‘Since you don’t want to say it, let me see if you are alive in seven days! ’

Guicai sighed for a long time, “This is really hard for the old woman.”

“At the beginning, the Bodhisattva said that although there is no need to eat extra food every day, the Bodhisattva soil still needs to be eaten, otherwise the positiveness of the immortal grass cannot be contained. Moreover, even if the immortal grass is taken, the essence is still mortal. Wherever a mortal can take seven days Can’t drip in?”

So seven days later, the villagers took apart the wooden boards to look at it.

The whole half of the wall was scratched by the old woman who was so hungry, there was a mess in the room, and the person was lying in the middle, looking painful, and already falling into a coma.

The villagers went up to check and found that the old woman had just passed out, her body was hot, but her death was real.

As early as this time, the manifestation of the Bodhisattva in Tongbai Village had been spread, and it was known to everyone within a hundred miles of it, and many capable people and strangers came here to see it.

Among them, there is a sly mind walking Yin Po.

This yin woman is very vicious, seeing that she hasn’t caught the fairy grass, so she came up with a vicious trick.

She instigated the people in the village, telling them that eating immortal grass would fill their stomachs and live forever; on the other hand, she told them that it was a pity that there was only one immortal grass, which was hidden and eaten by the old woman alone.

At that time, the villagers in Tongbai Village saw that the old woman hadn’t died for seven days without grains of rice, so they naturally believed in the words of the yin woman.

In addition, they had eaten the bodhisattva soil for more than half a month, and the yin qi gathered in their bodies, which unintentionally magnified the evil thoughts in people’s hearts.

Yin Po took the opportunity to fan the flames. In Journey to the West, eating Tang Seng’s meat will make you immortal. Then we might as well follow and follow suit. Not only will we have a full meal in the future, but we will also live with the sky. Isn’t it beautiful?

This cruel suggestion was unanimously applauded by the villagers.

They chose a dark and windy day for a month, set up a large pot in the open air in the center of the village, lit a fire below, put the old woman into boiling water, added oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, mixed with wild vegetables, and stewed it into a delicious pot. Broth.

It’s strange to say that he is obviously an old man over half a hundred years old, but the meat is very delicious, smooth and tender, like the most delicious delicacy in the world. People become addicted to one bite, and I am thinking about the taste of human flesh day and night.

Guichai said, “Yin Po originally agreed with the villagers to exchange her mother-in-law’s soul. But no one thought that after the pot of broth was eaten, the whole Tongbai village seemed to be covered with black paint. The shadow of the paint, the soul of the old woman also disappeared.”

Others are not clear, but the ghosts are very clear.

If ordinary people encounter such things, they can feel resentful and turn into a ghost and kill the whole village.

But the old woman’s soul just chanted a few words of Amitabha in the same place, shook her head, and soared directly on the spot, ranking in the immortal class.

Originally, this scene of soaring in place should have a vision of heaven and earth. However, the murder of the old woman in the village is really unforgivable, so that the heavens can’t see it, and the rain from the sky has been detained.

Seeing the wind on the spot, the villagers were all frightened, and under the guidance of the yin-women, they were busy setting up a spiritual position for the old woman under the mud bodhisattva, and the old man turned into a ghost and came back to demand his life.

“Those mortals are so stupid.”

The ghost snorted, “It is said that after they ate the old woman’s flesh/behind them, not only did they fail to fill their stomachs once and for all, but they also contracted the habit of eating human flesh. Not only that, they even continued to eat Bodhisattva soil.”

“If you commit such a bad thing, and there is too much Yin Qi accumulated in your body, the people in that village will all turn into evil spirits in human skin. If they die in the future, they will have to go to the 18th **** of the underworld to atone for their sins. .”

Hear the words. Zong Jiu let out a long breath.

No wonder.

It is no wonder that Zong Jiu will draw a Reaper’s rebellion in the old Tuwu.

It turned out that the old woman was really dead when she died, but she miraculously resurrected and soared.

The moon card that Ri Zongjiu drew at the fork in the road did not refer to the deception of the old village chief. It also contained the lies of the Yin Po. That conversation was clearly a well-planned hoax.

Whether it’s the old village chief, Yin Po, woman or Wang Shou.

Since they entered the dungeon, none of the living people they have met have told the truth.

From the very beginning, the clues offered by Yin Po had misled them.

On many occasions, trainees can find contradictory clues in villagers’ sentences.

But they were preconceived and put Yin Po, the person who took the initiative to inform the clue, in the position of the helping NPC, never thinking that she was the culprit responsible for all this.

No wonder the difficulty of this dungeon is so high, it’s no wonder that there are seven days, and the group will be destroyed on the third day.

They have the wrong evidence, and no matter how they go, they cannot turn to the right path.

…This indiscriminate use of words to seduce people’s hearts, is keen on provoking things, but at the same time stand alone to watch the fire, and appreciate the painful and ugly behavior of human beings in desperate situations——

Zong Jiu is now 100% sure of who the person playing the Yin Po is, and smiles kindly.

After he figured it out, he almost nodded to the ghost in a hurry, and was about to go back to find someone to settle the account, but he didn’t want to be stopped.

Guichai, “Wait, you are sold to the underworld now, where do you want to go?”

Zong Jiu: “……?”

Seeing him unaware of the dazed appearance, the pity in Gui Cha’s eyes was even worse.

Perhaps it was the idea of ​​making him understand the ghost, and the ghost patted him on the shoulder, “You are stupid, didn’t I tell you just now, the culprit is Yin Po. Here, it’s the one outside.”

“She is much smarter than those short-sighted villagers. She knows that cannibalism will increase sins, and eating yin soil will corrode the mind and become a ghost. So from the beginning, Yin Po has not walked these two roads.”

Zong Jiu’s inspiration flashed.

A perfect corpse, by the way, a perfect corpse definitely refers to a person who has never eaten human flesh, and has never eaten the earth.

“That Yin Po often brings people down. Nowadays, the underworld lacks manpower, and crossing the yin and yang realms will damage the spirit bodies of ordinary ghosts. When she brings the soul down, she usually comes to change her life. Now in a special period, Lord Yan also opened one eye and closed another.”

Seeing him speechless, the ghost is comforting, “Don’t worry, those villagers who have turned ghosts will naturally put their ideas on the Yinva who worships the Buddha. Our local government is also treated well, as long as you work hard, you may be able to do it in the future. Promoted to a higher rank.”

Yes, that’s why the mission failed on the third day. It turned out that the villagers rushed to the temple and stewed the Yin Po.

After the stew, it is naturally another meal. It is no wonder that the two main missions will fail at the same time. It turns out that this is the reason.

Zong Jiu’s body is still in the human world. As we all know, if the soul leaves for too long, that body will become a real corpse.

When the dungeon time is over, the main system will definitely determine that he is dead instead of being eliminated from the mission. In this case, it will be directly obliterated.

He would really be pitted by the devil.

It was also the gift he had given him back after he broke the demon puppet’s line and made various tricks to the demon repertoire.

Zong Jiu sneered.

He took out the dementing bell backhand, with a sincere expression, “My lord, you see I leave this as collateral, your lord has a lot, how about giving me a back door?”

Gui Cha looked a little hesitant, “Your dementing bell is good, but the grade is a little lower. I can’t explain to Lord Yan…”

His words stopped in midair.

Because the white-haired young man on the opposite side took out a large amount of coins out of thin air, and asked him lightly if he was enough.