In the main hall.

The two demons looked up at the same time, their sights penetrated the wooden door, and they saw a short, ugly evil demon with a mouth full of buck teeth, cursing and walking in front, followed by a tall, round-waisted man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"How dare two evil ghosts come to Meng Po Village to cause trouble!" Meng Qi was furious.

Qin Yao glanced at her: "Just stay here honestly and I'll handle it."

After saying that, he nodded slightly to Uncle Jiu and immediately escaped from the ground.

"Hey, you scared me."

In the courtyard, the short evil ghost looked at Qin Yao who suddenly burst out of the ground and said in shock.

"What are you shouting for?" Qin Yao asked in a deep voice.

"Who are you?" the little evil ghost asked.

Qin Yao: "I am in charge of Meng Po Village now."

The short evil ghost was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "You are Po Meng. It's strange. Shouldn't Po Meng be a woman?"

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Where do you come from so much nonsense?"

The short evil ghost gritted his teeth and cursed: "I am alone in the world..."

"Little deer, and me." The man behind him said suddenly.

The short evil ghost's fierce look condensed, and then he said: "Danniu and I have been running around in the rivers and lakes for so many years, burning, killing, looting, and living freely, and we have never been scolded like this. If I can't cut you into pieces today, how can I eliminate you?"

The hatred in my heart?!"

"Since he is a vicious ghost full of evil, I will leave you alone." Qin Yao chuckled and raised his hands, two lightsabers of faith appeared out of thin air above his palms.

"Can't kill!" Just when the little deer and bull were about to die, Sanqi suddenly pushed open the wooden door of the hall.

at the same time.

Twenty miles away, a bright golden light suddenly shone in Wuming's eyes; in the courtyard, following Xiaolu, the insignificant big cow was stunned and then lost consciousness, with golden lights appearing in his eyes...

"Why can't you kill him?" Qin Yao focused all his attention on Sanqi and asked in a solemn voice.

Sanqi touched her shriveled belly and said pitifully: "The door has been closed for many days, and there is no food left in the house."

Qin Yao: "..."

I forgot about this one.

In the setting, Po Meng is a demon who feeds on ghosts and is good at making soup.

"Certainly."

With a wave of his hand, Qin Yao waved away the lightsaber of faith. He held the sword formula in his hand and pointed at the two ghosts in the air.

After hearing two snaps, the two evil spirits were frozen in place, with only their mouths and eyes still able to move.

"hey-hey."

Sanqi smiled innocently, walked up behind the two ghosts step by step, grabbed their waistbands with both hands, and lifted them up like lamp grass with a gentle lift.

"Wait a minute." Seeing that she was about to enter the attic with the two ghosts, Qin Yao suddenly said.

Sanqi was stunned and turned around blankly: "What's wrong?"

Qin Yao pointed to the two ghosts and said: "Don't take them into the building, just cook in the yard."

Sanqi thought of A Niang and Wu Ming, and immediately reacted and put down the two evil spirits: "I'm going to get the pot from the house."

"No need." At this moment, Zhao Daniu, who was being pinned by Qin Yao, suddenly stretched out his arm and strangled Sanqi in front of him who was about to leave.

Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party intently: "Wu Ming?"

"Let me go, let me go."

In Zhao Daniu's arms, Sanqi struggled desperately.

Zhao Daniu restrained Sanqi's body with one arm, raised his head slightly, and said to Qin Yao: "You seem to know my intention?"

Qin Yao did not explain, but pointed at Sanqi: "As a monk, if you still have a little bit of humanity, you shouldn't hold such a little girl hostage."

Twenty miles away, in the sky above the yellow sand, Wuming said: "Originally, I only thought she was a little girl, but after I left that day, I found out that she is already three hundred years old this year, older than my great-grandmother.

"

Qin Yao: "..."

Wuming ignored him and held Sanqi hostage with Zhao Daniu's body. He turned and looked in the direction of the attic: "Mother Meng, are you still unwilling to show up?"

With a "squeak" sound, the tightly closed door of the wooden building opened automatically, and Meng Qi, dressed in red, walked out slowly, with Uncle Jiu following behind him leisurely.

"Let Sanqi go..."

"You finally showed up." A white light flashed, and the majestic Wuming appeared next to Zhao Daniu, looking directly at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi said again: "Let Sanqi go, I can do whatever you want me to do."

Wuming turned his hand and summoned a golden dagger, cutting it across his palm. Golden blood immediately flowed out of the wound and floated around his palm: "I want to... lend you my life!"

"The blood of an Arhat." Meng Qitong shrank, his hair standing on end instinctively.

Near Wuming, in Zhao Daniu's arms, Sanqi was twisting his body restlessly as if he had been stimulated by something.

"You die, she lives." Wuming pointed at Sanqi and said to Meng Qi.

"Wait." Just when Meng Qi made a decision silently, Qin Yao suddenly stood up.

"What do you want to say?" Wuming asked.

"Do you have any deep grudge against Meng Qi?" Qin Yao asked.

Wuming shook his head: "No."

"Since there is no blood feud, why do we have to kill her and then be quick?"

"I have to see Hades." Wuming said, then paused slightly and said, "This is the fastest way."

"You just want to see Hades, there is no need to kill her." Qin Yao said seriously: "Wouldn't it be better for you to hold the child and wait here, and let her go to the depths of Hades to find Hades?"

Wuming was startled.

This is something he never thought about.

Probably because there are differences between humans and demons, if Meng Po was a human instead of a demon, maybe he wouldn’t take killing as his first choice, right?

"Meng Qi is the master of Huangquan, one of the nine springs in the underworld, and Pluto will give him this face." Qin Yao added: "Just as you think, if you kill Meng Qi, you can see Pluto."

Wuming thought for a while, clenched his fists fiercely, and said to Meng Qi: "I want to see Hades within three hours."

Meng Qi cast a grateful look at Qin Yao, and immediately his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"What do you know?"

After watching Meng Qi leave, Wuming put away the Arhat's blood and asked Qin Yao.

Qin Yao said calmly: "It's not important. What's important is that you and I will get what we want soon, so don't create extra problems."

nameless:"……"

Why did he feel like he was being used for no reason?

Three hours later.

Meng Qi brought a large number of Yin soldiers to Meng Po Village, accompanied by a girl who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, Sequoia Hunter, with an affectionate look on her face.

At this time, Wuming held Sanqi in his arms and looked up at the Sequoia Goddess high in the sky: "Hacha..."

Acha stood in the void, condescendingly looking down at Wuming, who was wearing a white monk's robe: "Is it worth risking your life to come to the underworld to find me for a piano?"

Wuming was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "Even if I die, it's still worth it."

"Is it the piano that you love, or the lonely soul inside the piano?" Acha smiled half-heartedly.

Wuming was silent for a long time, and finally said honestly: "It's the lonely soul."

"There is no need to say that humans and ghosts have different paths, you are a monk~" Ah Cha said: "Monk, what kind of Buddha do you practice?"

Wuming lowered his head: "I am ashamed of the Buddha."

Ah Cha: "That harp has refused to play since I took it back. Perhaps, only you can play it. Stay with me and be my harpist. In this way, you and she can also play it."

Stay together forever."

Wuming thought for a while and slowly pushed Sanqi away: "I have already been ashamed of Buddha in this life, and I can no longer be ashamed of her."

Ah Cha sneered: "He is really a passionate seed, and he is very ill."

She was raised by the Goddess. In the Goddess' world view, love is a disease.

Even today, she has gradually washed away the influence of the goddess on herself, but there are some things in her subconscious that cannot be erased.

Wuming put his hands together and bowed slightly: "I am willing to be a slave in exchange for her chance to be reincarnated."

Ah Cha put away the sneer on her face and sighed: "You are hopeless."

Wu Ming: "As long as you have a clear conscience."
To be continued...