The princess changed her widow's life by fortune-telling

Pei Zimo pursed his lips and looked at King Qin Guang.

After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, but stood up, walked up and down the hall, and said after a long time, "Forget it, I'll take you to see him."

Pei Zimo never thought that this matter would be so easy, he exchanged a glance with the old monk, and followed King Qin Guang outside.

Although she has stayed in the underworld for many years, the underworld is boundless, and she has never been to many places.

But all the ghost messengers who work in the underworld also walk around in places they are familiar with, and will not go to other places easily, otherwise if they get lost in the underworld, even ghost messengers will have difficulty saving themselves.

King Qin Guang led them straight along a road. After bypassing a small hill, the road began to turn around.

Pei Zimo turned his head and looked at the way he saw it. He couldn't remember where he came from. They were like walking through a maze. If they were not careful, they might never be able to get out again.

It's just that the farther you go in here, the more ugly the old monk's face becomes, and finally he shrinks his head and follows behind Pei Zimo.

Pei Zimo slowed down slightly, fixed his eyes on the figure of King Qin Guang, and asked the old monk in a low voice, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, before I came here, I wanted to see my master. It shouldn't be a big deal, but I don't know why I'm getting more and more uncomfortable because I'm about to see you." The old monk said with a sigh , "I don't know what's wrong. At my age, I shouldn't be nervous."

Pei Zimo sighed softly, "Probably... After all, it's because your master died at your hands."

The old monk's eyebrows furrowed all of a sudden, "Could you not leave any pot unopened and carry which pot?"

"I'm not stating the facts?" Pei Zimo spread his hands, "If you can't accept this fact, what should you do when you see your master later?"

"Aren't I also thinking about this? You said that when I see him, should I kneel down and admit my mistake with a plop, or keep a straight face as if I saw an enemy?" The old monk turned to look at Pei Zimo, "Do you think that is better?"

Pei Zimo stroked his forehead, "Then you can see your master's attitude towards you first. If he yells at you, treat him as an enemy. If he sees you with teary eyes, you will Kneel down and admit his mistake."

The old monk rubbed his chin, "Okay, let's do it like this. Hey, I feel much more comfortable after saying this." He stretched and yawned again, and couldn't help asking loudly, " Hey, um... what king is here, how long have we been walking? How far will it take to get there? Old monk, I am already hungry, do you have anything to eat here?"

"Offering incense and candles, which one would you like to eat?" King Qin Guang turned his head and glanced at him.

"Bah, bah, bah." The old monk shook his head, "Are these the living people's food? I knew it would be a long journey, so I brought some food." He rubbed his stomach and sighed.

"It's been so many years, and your cultivation base is so high, you still can't get rid of this appetite!"

Suddenly a stern voice came, the old monk was so frightened that his legs gave way, he knelt down on the ground, looked around for a while, and said, "Master, is it you, Master?"

"I'm still far away from you, why kneel now, kneel in front of me." The voice said again, and then there was no movement.

The old monk looked around vigilantly, making sure that his master was not nearby, but he still didn't move, and then looked at Pei Zimo after a while, "You can give me a hand, don't you see that my legs are weak?"

Pei Zimo reluctantly went over to help him up, "Looking at you now, I really can't imagine that you dared to challenge your master back then, and even set up a nine-star immortal formation for him."

"That would be for survival." The old monk sighed, "When people are afraid of death, they can do anything." After a pause, he whispered again, "I am still afraid of death now."

Pei Zimo couldn't help laughing, "If your master wanted to kill you, he wouldn't have kept you until now."

"Yes, yes." The old monk nodded and did not speak again.

Pei Zimo knew that in the past, she probably wouldn't need to say these words, but now the old monk probably only has his master in his mind, and he has lost the ability to think about other things.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw a pond not far ahead, and a person was sitting by the pond and fishing.

Pei Zimo asked in a low voice, "Is that your master?"

The old monk nodded, "Yes, looking at this figure, it hasn't changed for so many years." His expression also became serious, and he was no longer as foolish as before, and his hands were no longer in his sleeves. His back straightened up.

King Qin Guang walked over first, knelt down beside Chi Hua, and whispered a few words.

Chihua nodded, raised his finger and pointed aside.

There was originally an open space next to it, but he just raised his hand and pointed, and a door suddenly appeared there.

King Qin Guang was overjoyed, bowed to Chihua, and hurried towards the door, after walking a few steps, he remembered something, turned to look at Pei Zimo and the old monk, "Don't stay here after you finish your business." Walk around, and I will take you out when I come out."

Pei Zimo nodded.

When King Qin Guang entered the gate, Chi Hua said, "Xun Chen."

The old monk quickly walked a few steps, walked to Chihua's side, and knelt down on the ground at once, "Master."

Chihua laughed softly, "Look at you, when I was alive, I rarely gave me such a big gift, why am I suddenly filial when I am dead?"

"Master, I...I..." The old monk hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Pei Zimo felt that she was not suitable to stand here, and should leave some time and space for the master and apprentice, but she didn't dare to go far, so she could only take a few steps back.

After a while, Chihua put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up, turned and looked at the old monk, "Tell me about your life outside these years."

The old monk looked at his master helplessly and smiled, "Master, I don't have any life, I just stay in that trap."

"But according to your temperament, you don't seem like someone who can be honest." Chi Hua laughed.

The old monk scratched his head, and then he talked about how he had fooled some people to help him solve his troubled eyes all these years. Anyway, besides fooling others to give him wine and meat, the most important thing for him all these years , just do this.

Chihua nodded after listening, but his face was a little disappointed, "I never thought that you would do such a small thing for so many years."

"I..." The old monk pursed his lips, explaining that it was not, and not explaining.

He tried his best, but he couldn't resist the stupidity of others, right?
"Forget it." Chi Hua shook his head, "I'm embarrassing you, just come out." He said and looked at Pei Zimo, "Come here."