The bowl covered heaven and earth, and all things collapsed.
Meng Po merely took out the broken bowl in her hand. On that day, the Underworld was in turmoil, the Six Paths of Reincarnation stagnated, and spatial cracks appeared. The lawless Formless Heavenly Ghost was sucked into the bowl by Meng Po and refined into a puff of green smoke that disappeared from the Underworld.
Terrifying, too terrifying. This incident completely established Meng Po's position in the Underworld. No matter who saw Meng Po, they had to bow three times.
But today, such a mysterious and terrifying Meng Po actually said that she was the number one person below the Saints. She even gave these words to Ye Xuan. This was simply unimaginable to the great figures of the various Underworlds.
All eyes were focused on him. Ye Xuan could feel many gazes on him. This made him frown and he let out a cold snort. Instantly, the great figures of the Underworld retracted their gazes.
"Since Meng Po has pleaded for mercy, I must give her face."
Ye Xuan's expression calmed down, and the Buddhist light around him dissipated. Grandmother Netherworld staggered to her feet and looked at Ye Xuan with deep fear in her eyes.
"Senior, thank you for not killing me."
Grandmother Netherworld no longer had the arrogance from before. At this moment, she bowed three times to Ye Xuan and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared. Clearly, Ye Xuan's terror had scared her out of her wits. She was afraid that she would have to take a detour if she saw Ye Xuan in the future.
Ye Xuan did not feel anything about Grandmother Netherworld's departure. He only looked into the depths of the Underworld and took a deep look at Meng Po, who was standing on the Bridge of Helplessness. A strange look flashed across his eyes.
"Buddha … Buddha, please. The Emperor of Feng Du is waiting for your arrival in the Fengdu Palace!"
A trembling voice sounded behind Ye Xuan. White Impermanence was extremely humble. He had a flattering smile on his face, but he did not dare to look at Ye Xuan. Clearly, Ye Xuan's terror was still fresh in his mind. He did not dare to make the slightest mistake in etiquette.
"The Emperor of Feng Du?"
"Ha!"
Ye Xuan chuckled. This was his old friend. Back then, he had been played by him and Fatso Huang, and they had stolen the Primordial Violet Vapor. It could be said that the Emperor of Feng Du hated him to the core. Ye Xuan did not expect to meet this person as soon as he entered the Underworld.
"Lead the way," Ye Xuan said with a smile. White Impermanence was flattered and quickly led the way for Ye Xuan.
As the Yin soldiers passed by, the living people retreated. On the road to the Gates of Hell, there were a total of sixteen paths that led directly to the Gates of Hell. And on each path, there were Yin soldiers and ghost generals escorting the souls of the dead towards the Gates of Hell.
Along the sixteen paths leading to the Gates of Hell, one could occasionally see the Black and White Impermanence of Ox-Head and Horse-Face waving their Mourning Soul Cudgels and Ghost Tridents roaring in low voices. There were even Yin Soldiers wielding long whips to whip some souls that were unwilling to move forward.
"I've been wronged. My Lord, I've been wronged. Please let me go. If I die, how will my family survive?"
"My Lord, I died unjustly. Please let me return to the world of the living."
"No, I don't want to be reincarnated. I don't want to."
The souls of the dead wailed and the chilly wind whistled. On the path leading to the Gates of Hell, the cries of the souls of the dead could be heard from time to time, causing the chilly wind to blow in this part of the world.
Ye Xuan strolled forward while White Impermanence led the way for him. Ye Xuan saw this scene, but his expression did not change in the slightest because he knew that this was the fate of people after death.
Along the way, it was too noisy. White Impermanence constantly observed the changes in Ye Xuan's expression. When he saw that Ye Xuan did not show any dissatisfaction because of the noise made by the souls of the dead, White Impermanence secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was deeply afraid that these souls of the dead would anger this Buddha and implicate him again!
"Buddha, please don't blame them. These souls of the dead are all like this. They will cry out for injustice wherever they go. If Buddha finds out that they are making a ruckus, I can kill them with one blow. I believe that if the Great Emperor of Feng Du knows about this, he will definitely agree with my way of doing things!" White Impermanence said respectfully. His words were even more flattering.
"It's fine."
Although Ye Xuan was bloodthirsty, he was not so bored as to bicker with these dead souls of the dead. This was because Ye Xuan understood a principle very well. All living things would die, but death was not the end. Their souls would also be judged by the Underworld before they could be reincarnated as living things again. This was the operation of heaven and earth since ancient times. It had never changed since ancient times!
"No, I don't want to enter the Underworld. Let me go."
All of a sudden!
A voice as soft as a mosquito's rang out. It also startled Ye Xuan. He suddenly stopped moving forward, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes!
Familiar, too familiar. This female voice was filled with sorrow, and it made Ye Xuan think of a young girl's face!
"How is this possible?"
Ye Xuan whispered coldly. His eyes flashed. When he took a step forward, he appeared in front of a young girl. His gaze seemed to condense as he looked at the young girl!
Black chains wrapped around the young girl's body. She had delicate features, and her body was emitting a weak white light. Her figure was slightly illusory, as if she would disappear at any time.
"Ye Yaoyue?"
When he saw the young girl's face clearly, Ye Xuan trembled. His eyes suddenly froze. He never thought that he would see his adopted sister here.
Ye Yaoyue was Little Zhuo Ma, a girl from Little Rock Village. After her grandfather died, Ye Xuan brought her back to the Celestial Court and took her in as his adopted sister.
However, Ye Xuan never thought that Ye Yaoyue would not be in the Celestial Court. Instead, only her soul was left, and she was being held captive by Ox-Head and Horse-Face to be sent to the Gates of Hell.
"Who … Who are you … How … How do you know my name?"
When Ye Yaoyue saw a white-robed monk suddenly appear in front of her and call out her name, she was stunned. She looked at Ye Xuan nervously.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that I know you. You are Ye Xuan's adopted sister. Why did your soul come to the Underworld after your death?" Ye Xuan gradually calmed his fluctuating emotions, and his voice became serious.
"Who are you? Why don't you move aside?"
Suddenly, before Ye Yaoyue could answer Ye Xuan's question, Ox-head and Horse-Face, who were guarding to the side, roared out furiously. However, they did not dare to attack Ye Xuan because Ye Xuan could tell with a single glance that he was a Buddhist. Moreover, he shone with a weak Buddhist light. Before they understood his background, they did not dare to act rashly.
"How dare you! Hurry up and greet Buddha Qing Ming! He's the most respected guest of the Underworld!"
White Impermanence shot over as her face paled. If Ox-head and Horse-Face had offended Ye Xuan, she would definitely kill the two of them personally.
"Greetings, Lord Impermanence."
The arrival of White Impermanence caused Ox-head and Horse-Face to turn pale with fright. They hurriedly bowed to her and then bowed to Ye Xuan with panic in their eyes.
There were many Black and White Impermanence in the Underworld, but they were also divided into ranks. The White Impermanence in front of them was the person beside the Emperor of Feng Du, and she had great authority. If she wanted to kill the two of them, it would only be a matter of minutes. How could Ox-head and Horse-Face dare to offend her?
"Don't be afraid. Tell me why your soul appeared here?" Ye Xuan looked at his adopted sister calmly and asked in a gentle voice.
"My big brother is Ye Xuan … I sneaked out of the Celestial Court … I was caught by Daluo Jinxian of the Chan School … He … He forced me to tell him where the Celestial Court is … I … I refused to obey … So …" Ye Yaoyue said with a trembling voice.
Although Ye Yaoyue did not finish speaking, Ye Xuan's expression turned cold. He had roughly guessed what had happened. His adopted sister was too lively. She must have sneaked out of the Celestial Court and been caught by Daluo Jinxian of the Chan School. In order to obtain the specific location of the Celestial Court, he naturally interrogated her. However, Ye Yaoyue refused to say anything, so she was naturally killed by the other party.
"Buddha is wise. This person is the adopted sister of the ferocious demon Ye Xuan. The Chan School has already sent a message to the Underworld, asking the Underworld to send her to the eighteenth level of hell and torture her. We must find out where the 33rd Celestial Court is hidden, so …" Ox-head trembled as he explained what had happened.
"Let her go."
Ye Xuan said calmly. When he finished speaking, Ox-head and Horse-face's expressions changed drastically. They thought they had misheard.
"Buddha, this … this can't be … This woman is Ye Xuan's adopted sister … Moreover, the Saint has decreed that anyone related to Ye Xuan …" Ox-head and Horse-face trembled.
The horse's face trembled as he spoke. However, before he could finish speaking, he received a cold gaze from Ye Xuan, causing him to be unable to continue speaking. His entire body went limp and fell to the ground.
"Two pieces of trash. Didn't you hear that the Buddha asked you to let her go?"
White Impermanence's eyes turned and he reprimanded them. He stepped forward and kicked Ox-head and Horse-face to the ground. He directly used a spell to release the black chain around Ye Yaoyue. Then, he looked at Ye Xuan with a flattering smile.
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