The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 147: Visiting the Underworld, Red Spider Lily

In the quiet room, the candlelight flickered, dimming constantly.

Zhang Jiuyang could no longer sense Ah Li's breath in an instant, as if the little girl had really died and her soul had dissipated.

During the process of walking on the Yin, the person is no different from a dead person, with cold hands and feet, and no breath or pulse. Even the most skilled doctor will ask the family to prepare for the funeral.

Therefore, the doors and windows must be locked tightly, otherwise outsiders will come in and treat him as a dead person or even burn him, which would be bad luck.

Such unlucky people were recorded in the book of the second master.

The gloomy energy in the room became heavier and heavier. There was a faint cold wind blowing from all around, making the doors and windows rustle, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the three burning incense sticks. If Ah Li didn't come back before the incense burned out, he would immediately put Ah Li's shoes in the right place and wake her up.

Otherwise, Ali will be lost in the underworld forever.

Time passed little by little.

In a blink of an eye, the three incense sticks had burned down for the most part, but there was still no movement from Ali.

Zhang Jiuyang began to feel a little anxious.

What exactly did she encounter in the underworld?
Will we be discovered by the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers?

The two have always fought side by side. This time, if Ali is allowed to go to the underworld alone, even if Zhang Jiuyang has all kinds of magical powers in the human world, he can do nothing about it.

Slowly, the three incense sticks burned to the bottom.

Just when Zhang Jiuyang was about to end this retreat, the covering paper suddenly moved. Ah Li suddenly opened her eyes, gasped, and sat up.

"Brother Jiu, I, I..."

She looked pale and frightened.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

After all, it was a fierce ghost. She quickly regained her composure, patted her chest with lingering fear, and said, "I was scared to death. I almost got caught up..."

"Brother Jiu, I saw Grandpa Du!"

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he asked, "Is he okay in the underworld?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Li immediately shook her head and said, "Not good, not good at all, Grandpa Du is in such a pity!"

"I saw Grandpa Du being held by the ghost soldiers, calculating something. His fingers kept festering, his body seemed to be on fire, his eyeballs fell out and were forcibly stuffed back by the ghost soldiers. Oh, and his tongue was constantly pulled out, and then grew again, and then pulled out again..."

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked when he heard this.

How could the God of Fortune Du be so miserable?
This is not being a ghost official, it's like being thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. What are the ghost soldiers in the underworld forcing him to do?
"I immediately killed the two ghost soldiers and wanted to take Grandpa Du with me to escape, but I found that Grandpa Du couldn't escape at all. His feet had taken root, as if... like a tree planted there..."

"By the way, there are many people like Grandpa Du there, who have taken root..."

Ali looked a little depressed.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked. Many people had the same fate as Du Shensuan? And they were planted in the underworld like plants?
That kind of scene is so weird just thinking about it, and it makes people feel cold.

"Did you ask about the unfinished letter?"

Ali nodded.

"I asked him what the unfinished words were. Grandpa Du seemed a little crazy at the time, with blood in his mouth, and he spoke incoherently. I, I didn't hear it clearly..."

She tapped her head and thought carefully: "It seems to be a fan, a steamed bun..."

A fan? A steamed bun?
Zhang Jiuyang was confused.

He really couldn't understand. Did he want to take the fan and steamed buns with him and go south?

This is too ridiculous. There must be other explanations, or maybe Ah Li got it wrong. After all, this little guy can't even use idioms properly. "Then, the ghost soldiers found me. Humph, who am I? The best master under the ninth brother, Jiang Youli, the Little Saint of Heaven, how could I be afraid of them?"

"It happened in a flash. I held two precious swords and killed my way through without blinking an eye. Today, I will make the underworld bleed—ouch!"

Zhang Jiuyang hit her hard, and because she was made of paper, a hole appeared on her head.

"Let's be serious, don't be ridiculous!"

Ah Li made a face and continued, "I'm not afraid of them. I just remembered what Brother Nine told me. When I saw them coming, I ran and they chased me. But they were riding horses and I couldn't outrun them..."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart tightened. Although he knew that Ah Li had escaped, he still couldn't help but worry about her.

No wonder Ali woke up only when the three incense sticks were almost burned out. This trip to the underworld was so thrilling.

"At the critical moment, I remembered something my master told me. He said that most of the ghost soldiers don't have much wisdom. They just act based on instinct. So in a hurry, if I imitate the crowing of a rooster, they will mistakenly think that day is coming and they will temporarily call it a day."

"However, this method is not suitable for Yin generals, but only for Yin soldiers. If there is a Yin general, the Yin soldiers will only follow orders, and the Yin general has a certain degree of wisdom and will not be fooled."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Second Master had not used this trick before, because among the ghost soldiers they encountered in Luotian County at that time, there were many ghost generals wearing golden armor.

"I suddenly had an idea and I imitated the crowing of a rooster. Luckily, I didn't slack off when my master forced me to practice. I imitated it very well, and the ghost soldiers stopped chasing me."

Ah Li was very proud and said with a smile: "I came back later. Oh, by the way, I also saw a large area of ​​beautiful flowers and picked one."

She raised her hand, and Zhang Jiuyang saw that there was a small flower in her previously empty hand. The flower looked extremely bright and had a strange fragrance.

The strange thing is that what flowed out from the broken rhizome was actually bright red blood!
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Zhang Jiuyang saw this flower, he felt a little dazed and many memories came to his mind.

It's like a quick tour before death.

This is……

"Brother Jiu, is this the red spider lily that Master mentioned?"

Ah Li was a little excited, her eyes sparkling as she said, "It is said that it is very valuable!"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and laughed.

valuable?

If it is really the red spider lily, it is a treasure that cannot be measured by money and is a unique wonder that belongs only to the underworld.

Er Ye mentioned this kind of flower in the Book of Walking in the Underworld. It grows on both sides of the deepest part of the Yellow Spring. It is a thing of the underworld and very precious. It can be made into medicine and even bring the dead back to life. If it is swallowed directly, the soul of a person who has not walked in the underworld can also leave the body and enter the underworld, but whether he can come back depends on fate.

Wait... this scent...

Zhang Jiuyang came forward and smelled it carefully, and said, "Ali, you smell it too, isn't this smell similar to agarwood?"

Ali quickly sniffed it, then took the agarwood handed to her by Zhang Jiuyang and sniffed it, feeling it carefully.

"Huh? It seems a bit like..."

"The fragrance of agarwood has an additional oily smell, but the core smell... is red spider lily!"

Looking at the red spider lily in his hand, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but reveal a hint of heat in his eyes.

Could it be that the main ingredient of agarwood is red spider lily?
"Ali, you said you saw a large field of red spider lilies. How many were there?"

Ali tried to open her arms, her eyes sparkling, and she seemed to have noticed Jiu Ge's intention.

“There are so many!”

“As many as the stars in the sky!”

……

(End of this chapter)