My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Chapter 782



Chapter 782

At this time, Pingxin Niangniang, who was being discussed by Lin Beifan and Nuwa Niangniang, had already arrived in the Yin Cao Di Mansion.

"Is this the place of reincarnation in the world of Reiki Revival?" Pingxin Niangniang looked stunned.

Since she is in charge of the six reincarnations in the flood world, when projecting a world, she will choose the place of six reincarnations to view. She had seen thousands of prefectures, all kinds of prefectures, but none of them were as outstanding as the world of Reiki Revival.

High-end atmosphere high-grade ghost gate pass, straight to the sky Huangquan Road, crystal clear Forgetting River, flowerbeds on the banks of the Forgetting River, there are also a group of old ghosts dancing in the group of demons, dancing fancy...

Where is this Yin Cao Di Mansion that everyone is afraid of?

It's a tourist destination!

Of course, the prefecture cannot just look at the appearance, but must investigate deeply in order to understand the true situation of the matter.

She first came to the bank of the Forgetting River, where a group of old ghosts were dancing, and the leader was an old ghost with atmospheric luck, dressed very charmingly, with a short shirt and pants, black sunglasses, and dirty braids, leading a group of old ghosts to dance.

Who is singing, warms the loneliness

The white clouds are leisurely, and the blue sky is still drifting with tears

593 That vast area lives alone

See the brilliant fireworks of the heavenly kingdom in the distance

yoyoyocomeohyea

......

There was no phoenix group, there was no need to change the voice, and the ancestor of the Xu family contracted a mixed singing of men and women alone.

There is no rhythm, let alone accompaniment, the ancestor of the Xu family himself is the only rhythm, and he can dance as much as he sings others.

As a result, a high-pitched song "Flying Free" was played with thrilling performance, and the ghost cried wolf howl.

The group of demons dancing behind was actually extraordinarily harmonious.

Among them, several people who were obviously yin and bad, actually twisted their asses and danced very happily.

There is also an old ghost with only one hand left, dancing with a sword, and actually dancing with a sense of rhythm, the same coquettish and obscene as the lead dancer.

"What do they think of the prefecture?"

This dance is too spicy for the eyes, this song is too spicy for the ears, Pingxin Niangniang didn't want to look at it a second time after seeing it, and didn't want to listen to it a second time after listening to it once, so she walked away silently.

Along the riverbank, we came to the Naihe Bridge.

At this time, a group of ghosts were lining up to drink Meng Po soup, and once again came the sound of (bebj) crying wolves.

"Don't come here!"

"Don't come here, I don't want to see you!"

"I'm going to jump again!"

......

Then I heard a popping sound, and there were really ghosts jumping into the river, one after another.

Pingxin Niangniang was shocked, this has become a ghost, and the soul of those who die again will be scattered. What is the situation that can make this group of ghosts who have died once seek death again?

Pingxin Niangniang walked over and saw Sister Feng who was serving soup, and her smile was more frightening than a ghost.

Even the well-informed Pingxin Niang was frightened.

Looking at Meng Po soup again, it is green and black, boiled very viscous and bubbling with black gas, which is obviously overboiling Meng Po soup, and adding unknown materials, and the result is boiled into a bowl of soup that I don't know what it is, anyway, it's not Meng Po soup.

As a result, these ghosts actually lost their memory after drinking the soup medicine.

Fairly, Niangniang can be sure that these people did not drink Meng Po soup to lose their memory, but were scared by Meng Po to lose their memory.

Meng Po soup is not good, but also looks particularly scary, such a Meng Po is obviously not conscientious, I really don't know how the lord of the prefecture would choose such a person to be Meng Po, he is not afraid of reincarnation chaos?

Look at this group of ghosts who want to die and live...

Ghosts also have dignity, can you torture him like this?

Pingxin Niangniang shook her head, she was a little blind.

Continuing to walk, I heard strange noises, and I felt particularly tired and nonsense.

"Amitabha! People are born of people, demons are born of demons, and ghosts are born of ghosts. Different people are born to different people, different demons are born to different demons, and different ghosts are born to different ghosts. But both people and demons are born, people and ghosts are born, demons and ghosts are born. So being a ghost is like being a person, you must have a benevolent heart, and with a benevolent heart, you will no longer be a ghost, you will be a dead ghost..."

Along with this strange sound, there was also a wail of pain.

"Monk, please don't read it, I know it's wrong!"

"I will never be evil again, I must be a good ghost, please let me go!"

"I was wrong, I kowtowed to you to make amends!"

......

Pingxin Niangniang flew over to take a look and saw a small monk with a solemn appearance of law giving a group of ghosts an overreach.

It's just that what he is reciting is not some serious past life scripture, but a bunch of gossip that does not know what nonsense is ghostly, which is particularly disturbing and distressing to the undead who are listening to the scripture below.

"Is this how this prefecture is beyond the undead?" Pingxin Niangniang questioned that if the Bodhisattva King of Jizo was really like a monk, he would have been slapped to death by her palm a long time ago, regardless of whether he had a saint behind him.

As a result, after watching it for a while, the little monk had already left this group of ghosts, packed up and left.

Pingxin Niangniang stopped him: "Little monk, where are you going?" "

The little monk chanted the Buddha's trumpet, looking particularly solemn: "Amitabha Buddha! The poor monk has already left work, and now he wants to rush home to accompany his wife and children, please let the donor get out of the way! "

Pingxin's brain is messy.

Work?

Accompanying your wife and children?

"But there are so many ghosts waiting for you here, and you have to leave work, what if you miss the time to reincarnate?"

The little monk explained: "There will be no time to miss, because it is my wife Sister Feng who is responsible for the final reincarnation procedure, we leave work together, and everyone does not delay!" "

Pingxin Niangniang: "..."

This explanation is powerful!

Pingxin Niangniang asked again: "Okay, when do you go to work?" "

"We usually do 5 days off, that is, 5 days off for work, two days off, holidays are counted separately, and there is also a public holiday every year. Don't deal with the work, the pay is good! "

Pingxin Niangniang: "..."

"What about the ghosts while you're resting?"

"If you are bored, you can dance square dance, you can fish for skeletons on the Forget River River, you can take a marathon on Huangquan Road, and you can also hunt for treasures without your family... Hehe, the life of our prefecture is so colorful, many people in the Yang world do not want to live, and they specially committed suicide to come here to spend the New Year! The little monk smiled, very proud.

Pingxin Niangniang: "..."

After bidding farewell to the little monk, Pingxin Niangniang went to the 18th floor of hell and saw a living person swimming in the oil pot hell in the 18th layer of hell, looking particularly happy, and urging others to burn the fire bigger.

Pingxin Niangniang couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a roar: "Lord of the prefecture here, get out of here for me!" "_

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