The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

"Then how can you tell, Miss Chun, that within half a step there is a clone of King Yama?" Xu Ping was puzzled and asked.

Although Po Meng's eyes were always on Xu Ping, her eyes were floating, and she was always paying attention to the longing Wang Taoist priest from the corner of her eyes, but this Taoist priest produced by Maoshan treated men and women the same as Uncle Jiu, with a dull personality. Let her secretly gnash her silver teeth.

Withdrawing her thoughts, Granny Meng looked at Xu Ping and muttered: "I still remember that day when several Yan Lords invaded Fengdu, I was half a step away from clearing up the remaining evils, and by chance I found out that there was an expert helping me in the dark, so I kept my eyes open at that time , so he pulled out and immediately chased after him, wanting to know who he is."

"But halfway through the chase, I found that he was extremely fast. I was slowly thrown away by him, leaving a wisp of fragrance on him. Until the next day, I followed the fragrance and found that his figure seemed to be all over the place. After half a step, I wasted three days before I got some clues..."

"He was able to secretly mobilize the power of Yan Luowang's incense, but after mobilizing, the incense did not condense, but dissipated on the spot, unable to enter his body, so I can be sure that he should be a clone of Yama. "

Listening to Meng Po's narration, Wang Baishun couldn't help being immersed in it, thinking secretly about the figure in her words that could mobilize the incense of King Yama.

If so, it should be the clone of King Yama.

Except for King Yama, no Yin god can mobilize the power of this incense, not even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

And Meng Po's judgment that it is a clone is also reasonable and well-founded. If it is the real body of King Yama, the incense will not dissipate, but will condense and enter his body.

Xu Ping also suddenly remembered a person at this time. At half a step that day, a ghost dressed as a beggar approached him and said a lot of inexplicable things.

At that time, Xu Pingguan didn't have any supernatural power on him, and he didn't have any cultivation base on him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

If he is the avatar of King Yama, then it makes sense. When he needs power, he mobilizes the power of the incense and it dissipates when it is used up. That's why he looks no different from an ordinary ghost, just like a scumbag who runs away after eating.

There is a clone who is more than half a step away, but does not meet the people of the underworld, but has been avoiding it, why is this?

Xu Ping was still in deep thought, and Granny Meng finally couldn't sit still.

Women are those who please themselves.

She specially dressed up carefully before coming to meet the person she had been thinking about day and night, but she never expected that the other person saw her and said nothing, as if her appearance had nothing to do with him.

"You...are you really not going to talk to me?"

Meng Po spoke softly, her tone was mild and full of resentment.

After all, she couldn't bear it anymore, and turned to look at Wang Baishun.

This Wang Daoist knew in his heart that what should come will always come, he stood up slowly, full of worries, but just shouted softly: "Chunchun..."

Xu Ping and Song Qingling looked at each other, both with indescribable meanings, they walked out of the living room together, leaving only them who had missed each other day and night, talking about their pain in this living room.

……

After walking out of the living room, Xu Ping looked at the delicate flowers in the courtyard, and was still thinking about what Granny Meng said just now.

Song Qingling stood beside him, but she didn't think too much, she just hoped that time would pass more slowly.

The fragrance from the tip of her nose penetrated into her heart, and she was also a little moved when she was in the flowers with her beloved.

"Brother Xu, do you think this flower...beautiful?"

Song Qingling tilted her head, looking forward to it, as if there was a stream of spring water flowing in her eyes.

"nice……"

Xu Ping opened his mouth unconsciously, and suddenly embraced Song Qingling's shoulders, making the latter ecstatic, closed his eyes slightly, and his lips, which were not even a trace of blood, were also glowing red, pouting slightly.

"Haha... I know how to find that clone."

Xu Ping hugged her shoulders and shouted excitedly, but Song Qingling's face collapsed, and the whole ghost was not well.

But after all, what Xu Ping was talking about was a first-class event. After Song Qingling recovered slightly, he immediately smiled and asked, "Brother Xu, do you know how to find King Yama?"

"Um……"

Xu Ping responded, and said, "Take me immediately to the place where there is a shrine to Yama, and don't miss any of them."

Song Qingling glanced in the direction of the living room and asked, "Shouldn't we wait for them?"

"no need."

Xu Ping waved his hand and said directly: "Don't bother them now."

……

Among the temples in Yangjian, there are very few people who worship King Yama.

But in the underworld, it's completely different.

As the largest yin god in the underworld, there are quite a lot of temples that worship King Yama.

Ghosts who want to be reborn, enshrine incense, hope to be reincarnated, and those who suffered a lot in the previous life also keep burning incense, hoping to reincarnate in a good pregnancy in the next life.

Whether it is a human being or a ghost, everyone has desires, and worshiping the gods is also worshiping their own desires.

And in this process, the gods will intercept the power of faith, turn it into incense, and use it for divine power.

As long as you use the power of faith from time to time, that is, incense, and drop a little grace, it is enough.

Therefore, no matter in the yang world or in the underworld, the incense in the temple is always constant.

After all, Song Qingling is an aborigine, although the time he stayed in the half-step was not too long, but he still understood, so he followed Xu Ping's instructions and took him to run temple by temple.

And Xu Ping's method to find King Yama is also very simple, and this method can only be done by him.

Through the power of incense rewarded by the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book, Xu Ping can be said to be very familiar with incense.

And now he has the ability to trace the final destination of the power of incense by looking at the statues in the temple, which are the sustenance of the incense.

Of course, it is only recently. If it takes too long and the traces disappear, then he has nothing to do.

Since this avatar of King Yama has no mana itself and relies entirely on the power of the incense, it will inevitably intercept the power of the incense in the statue. As long as he has done this before, Xu Ping can use this action to find the incense that intercepts the statue. The existence and orientation of the power.

After listening to Xu Ping's explanation, Song Qingling also worked very hard, taking Xu Ping to run around various temples all day long.

It's just been like this for a day, but still nothing is found. For a long time, the incense in the statue is still very sufficient, and there is no trace of interception.

"Qing Ling, within this half step, how many statues still worship King Yama."

Xu Ping didn't find anything for most of the day, and Xu Ping couldn't help wondering whether his direction was wrong.

After all, he was King Yama, not an ordinary Yin God. If there were no traces left, it would be reasonable.

But he won't give up easily, if there is nothing within half a step, then go to Fengdu again, Xu Ping can only give up after checking everything.

"Brother Xu, there are more than ten places."

Seeing that the female ghost Song Qingling's forehead was already sweating, Xu Ping slowly slowed down and said, "Qingling, let's take a rest first."

Seeing Xu Ping's gaze, there was a gentle flicker, Song Qingling suddenly felt that his whole body had inexhaustible strength, and said: "I'm not tired, brother Xu, there are only a dozen places left, maybe the next one will be there." discovered."

Xu Ping nodded: "I hope so."

However, it is counterproductive.

Next, Xu Ping and Song Qingling walked more than ten temples in a row, but they still didn't find any traces of the power of the incense being intercepted.

Could it be that this avatar of King Yama, who is really looking far away, is taking the incense from Fengdu?

After a day of tossing and turning, Xu Ping and Song Qingling also felt a little tired, so they found a teahouse to sit down.

The tea sold in this teahouse is all mixed with incense ash. Xu Ping is not used to drinking it personally, but for Song Qingling, it can quickly restore energy.

Putting down the tea bowl, Song Qingling asked again: "Brother Xu, shall we go directly to Fengdu next?"

After pondering for a long time, Xu Ping shook his head: "I always feel that the source of the incense cannot be Fengdu."

Without him, Feng has the underworld to sit in town. If Yama really didn't want to meet people from the underworld, he should avoid this place.

As for the construction of Pingcheng, it was even more out of his consideration.

Song Qingling said softly: "Brother Xu, don't worry, we always have a solution."

"Ah."

Xu Ping was perfunctory, still thinking, is there any other way to solve the problem he is encountering now through the power of incense.

Since he got the technique of incense, he has been researching it all the time, and at the first time, he made a statue of Guan Erye and stole the incense from the neighbors.

Moreover, when facing the Wutong God at that time, it would not have been so smooth if it hadn't been for the incense of the Chenghuang Temple.

"and many more!"

Xu Ping was startled suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind.

It was only now that he finally remembered that he had indeed overlooked something.

"Brother Xu, have you thought of a way?" Song Qingling asked.

Xu Ping laughed loudly, looked at Song Qingling and said, "Why do I only remember the Temple of Gods and forget about this place?"

"where?"

Song Qingling asked.

She can be sure that all the shrines within half a step have been visited.

Xu Ping got up slowly, looked at the ghosts coming and going on the street, and said softly: "There are still more than half a step, all the ghosts, there may be a statue of King Yama in their homes."

……

Ten Thousand Corpse Mountain.

As one of the few high mountains in the city of Banbuduo, one can overlook the entire Banbuduo.

At this time, the stars and lights are dotted in the half-step city, as if the night stars fall into the mortal world, ghosts are like people, and they all have desires. That person's home will worship the Kitchen God, Guan Erye, and the God of Wealth...

There may also be a shrine in the home of the ghost, and one can worship day and night without going out.

But there were too many lights in the Wanjia, and it was impossible for Xu Ping to run over them one by one, so he specially chose the Wanshi Mountain to track down the incense sticks of the Wanjia.

He was on a flat ground, and Song Qingling was holding a stone slab with both hands, on which half a step and Fengdu, and even Pingcheng's miniatures were engraved with his fingertips.

As for Xu Ping and the others, there was a flash of green light at the location of Ten Thousand Corpse Mountain, which also represented their current location.

Xu Ping sat cross-legged on the ground, the energy of chaos circulated, holding Fa Jue with both hands, and carved a statue of King Yama with Yin wood in front of him, his angry eyes were wide open, facing Xu Ping's eyes.

He silently recited the formula in his mouth, followed by one after another of the spells, and smashed into the statue of King Yama in front of him, and quickly, curls of smoke rose from various places more than half a step away.

More than half a step above, there is a faint mist emerging, the mist is light yellow, like fragrance, this is the atmosphere of incense in the city.

Ordinary ghosts cannot see it, but in Xu Ping's eyes, the origin of these incense sticks is so clear.

In addition to the temples that I ran over not long ago, there are many places in the city, and there are faint yellow smoke billowing up. Although it is extremely thin, the number is huge, and the combination rises in the air and turns into layers of thick fog.

"Sure enough!"

Xu Ping was overjoyed.

Although Song Qingling couldn't see these incense sticks, but seeing the smile on the corner of Xu Ping's mouth, he knew that he must have discovered something.

Looking at the slate in his hand, Song Qingling suddenly felt that the slate was extraordinarily heavy.

After Xu Ping finds the clone of King Yan Luo and obtains the Yan Luo Order through him, there will be no chance to meet him in the future.

The corner of Song Qingling's mouth twitched, her expression inexplicably depressed, she just felt that everything she was doing now seemed to be pulling the distance between them.

I was born before you were born, and I am dead when you were born!
She suddenly began to envy Po Meng.

And how did Xu Ping know that her thoughts were just immersed in the incense, and the tens of thousands of incense were intercepted by him and smashed into the statue in front of him.

A hazy yellow light lit up around the statue, as if wrapped in a layer of mist.

And when the statue lit up with yellow light, two streaks of yellow smoke shot out from its glaring eyes, continuously pouring into the stone slab in Song Qingling's hand.

The streets carved on the stone slabs suddenly became foggy and covered with yellow smoke.

Yellow mist crawled all over the stone slab, representing more than half a step of the picture, but nothing abnormal appeared. Immediately afterwards, the yellow light came to Fengdu along the long Huangquan Road.

Until the Feng was completely covered, nothing was found.

The yellow incense continued to shoot from the statue into the stone slab, and the smoke continued to move towards the position on the slate representing Pingcheng...

Just when the little ghost was melancholy and self-pitying, a small red dot suddenly lit up on the stone slab at the location of Pingcheng.

She suddenly raised her head to look at Xu Ping. The appearance of the red dot meant that Yama's avatar had been found.

Do you want to tell him? !

It should be!
If the stone slab was broken as soon as he let it go, could he stay for a few more days?

It only takes a few days, and when I express my intentions, no matter what, I will have no regrets.

She was insane for a while.

But after suddenly waking up, he wished to slap himself, how could he allow himself to destroy such an important matter, it was no different from those bad women.

Song Qingling hesitated for two seconds, and said, "Brother Xu, there is a red light on the slate..."

"In Pingcheng!"