Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Jiang Fuyuan squatted in front of the burned incense candle for a long time. He didn't wait for Yama Luo's reply, but he did wait for a young Taoist priest from the Taoist Palace.

The young Taoist priest had been specially warned, so he was particularly respectful to Jiang Fuyuan. He first performed a standard Taoist ceremony, then lowered his eyes and said: "Mu Xiangu, the list of newly buried people in the back mountain of Kejia Village has been found. Palace Master We have decided to check various cemeteries according to the list tomorrow, and send a special order to invite Fairy Lady to accompany us tomorrow."

Jiang Fuyuan nodded.

Seeing that she agreed, the young Taoist priest relaxed a lot, put on a smile and continued: "The palace master has observed the stars and calculated that it will not snow in the past few days, otherwise it will be very troublesome for us to enter the mountain."

Jiang Fuyuan stared at the remains of the incense candle and hummed perfunctorily.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyuan was still willing to talk to her. The young Taoist priest smiled even brighter: "Mu Xiangu, you are not as difficult to get along with as they said. My fellow seniors are not very willing to listen to me."

He was a little moved and came to the conclusion: "You have such a good temper."

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids and looked at him, finally realizing that this young Taoist priest was a talker.

The talkative Taoist priest smiled and continued: "I stuttered a bit when I was a child, so my senior brother would tell me stories all day long and ask me to retell them after he told them. At that time, he was very happy when I could finish telling a story. Now, when I tell the beginning, he Don’t let me continue…”

[It seems that his senior brother went too far and directly raised a chatterbox. 】

Jiang Fuyuan's eyes were empty, looking into nothingness, and he hummed meaninglessly from time to time, not listening to what he was talking about at all.

The young Taoist priest kept talking for a long time. It was not until Zhong Lianfeng brought out dinner and asked him if he wanted to stay and eat together that he realized that he had stayed too long and scratched his head in embarrassment to leave.

After staying up half the night last night and running back and forth again today, Jiang Fuyuan started to feel sleepy after dinner, so the two of them washed up early and went to bed, covered themselves with quilts and slept.

Just as she was sleeping, a chill suddenly hit her face. Jiang Fuluan couldn't help but shiver and opened her eyes.

The surroundings were pitch black, with only a beam of light pouring down from above her head, creating a circle of light with her as the center.

"Immortal Lord." A majestic voice came from the darkness, "Why did you invite me here?"

Following the voice came a tall man with a crown on his head, brocade clothes, and a crane cloak on his shoulders, with dark hair like silk and satin, and a pair of eyes like bright stars.

He was tall and straight, holding a book in his hand, like Xie Tinglanyu who came from a noble family. Jiang Fuyuan was so surprised by his noble and gentle appearance that he couldn't help but use honorifics.

"Who are you?"

Yan Luo almost laughed out of anger. This afternoon she stuffed two things into her palace. Now she turned around and asked who she was?
He suppressed his voice and said angrily: "Isn't the Immortal Lord just making fun of me? You asked me to come and chat when I have time. Now that I'm here, you ask me who I am."

Jiang Fuyuan was stunned for a moment: "Are you... Yama?"

"It's down."

Jiang Fuyuan choked for a moment: "How come your statue in this world is completely different from yours? I thought you were a black-faced old man."

She muttered: "If I had known you looked like this, I wouldn't have given you those two paper pricks. Their beauty is not half as good as yours..."

It was the first time someone praised his appearance in this way, and Yan Luo almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"What on earth does the Immortal Master want from me!"

There were still many official matters to be dealt with in the underworld, and he didn't have time to waste talking about who was more beautiful.

Jiang Fuyuan paused, looked away from his dazzling face, and asked seriously: "Do you know Ke Ruxiao, the head of Kejia Village?"

Yan Luo looked startled, obviously not expecting her to ask such a question. He was silent for a while and nodded: "The 3000 million mortals are all in the book of life and death."

"He is dead." Jiang Fuyuan looked directly into Yama Luo's eyes and did not let go of his emotional changes. "Does your underworld have a record of the whereabouts of his soul?"

Yama looked back at her and said slowly: "Yes, but I can't tell you."

"Why?"

Yama's eyelashes trembled slightly and he avoided her gaze: "The secret must not be leaked."

Jiang Fuyuan frowned. She naturally knew that Yin and Yang were separated, and the gods in the underworld could not interfere in the affairs of the underworld at will. However, after death, the souls returned to the underworld, and Yama was the supreme ruler of the ghosts and gods in the underworld. Why did he still look guilty and evasive?

She took a step to the left, bent her head slightly, raised her eyelids and looked at Yama Luo forcefully again: "Ke Ruxiao is not in the underworld, right?" Yama Luo turned his head to the left and refused to answer.

Jiang Fuyuan narrowed her eyes, stepped to the right, and continued to face him.

Yama was startled and turned his head back to the right.

Jiang Fuyuan immediately followed up, playing a key that could not be avoided.

Knowing that she would not let him go easily if she didn't give some answers today, Yan Luo sighed helplessly, stared into Jiang Fuyuan's dark eyes and said: "My lord, Immortal, I can only say that heaven is ruthless."

Jiang Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, suddenly unable to understand the meaning of his words.

She had naturally heard similar words before, but she had not taken them to heart before.

Thinking about it now, it seems that this has been the case a long time ago, and no one who has shown the calamity of death can escape.

Zhao Fist from White Snake Temple, Guo Fuzi from Qingshui Private School, the villagers from Xiyue Village, and Ke Ruxiao...

Not only did they not survive the calamity of death, their souls even disappeared without a trace after death.

Then who is next?

She thought of the faint black energy she saw in Chi Xin's Fate Palace today.

Could it be that Asu also wants to...

Jiang Fuyuan was a little confused. She could understand that he was going to die, but she thought it was too much to lose his soul.

These people are not so sinful that they cannot be reincarnated, right?
Or is it that their souls are actually controlled by other forces, so they cannot enter the underworld?
Yama obviously knows where these souls are going, but it seems that not only can he not stop them, he can't even mention them.

What kind of power can make the Lord of the Underworld remain silent and dare not speak?
Seeing her frowning in deep thought, Yama took a step forward, bowed her hands and said with a serious expression: "Immortal Lord, only you can end this matter."

Jiang Fuyuan was confused and asked: "Me? Then how should I end it..."

Yama: "Just like you did before."

"Before? Like how to deal with half-ghost rabbit monsters and mirage ghosts?" Jiang Fuyuan seemed to understand, "I just need to find out the mastermind behind it?"

Yama did not comment, just closed his eyes, cupped his hands and said: "The sooner you resolve it, the fewer people will be implicated."

"Immortal Lord, it is up to you to save all the people in the world."

After saying that, his figure became fainter and fainter, and when the lingering sound dissipated, Jiang Fuyuan's eyes were filled with only darkness.

"Hey! You haven't told me how I'm going to solve it yet!"

"Why do you all pretend to be so sophisticated! Will you die if you tell the truth!"

"Gan!"

……

When Jiang Fuyuan opened his eyes, he almost swore a curse word at the handsome face so close to him.

Seeing her ferocious expression, Zhong Liefeng touched her forehead and tucked a strand of sleep-tangled hair behind her ear.

"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

Jiang Fuyuan blinked and sat up: "I dreamed about Yama."

Zhong Lianfeng: "...That is indeed a nightmare."

Jiang Fuyuan stretched, thought for a while and decided to repeat to Zhong Liefeng verbatim what Yama said in the dream.

"What do you mean when you say he asked me to save the common people? Do you want me to destroy the shameless cult?" She was a little confused. "The shameless cult has such great power? Can it change another day?"