Supreme Zombie King, I have been sealed away for eight hundred years.

But at this moment, she turned her gaze to the bar... She saw everything, saw Ma Xiaoling after her ordeal, saw Ma Xiaoling returning from the Pangu Holy Land... She saw Ma Xiaoling after the battle of Zhuxian Town.

"Women of the Ma family, the Dragon Exorcist Clan, always have endless new stories to experience. Lin Yi, he..." Chang'e looked at Ma Xiaoling in the mortal realm and muttered to herself.

It seems that watching the daily stories of the human world below is the only way she can temporarily alleviate the endless loneliness and desolate torment on the moon.

But is that really the case?

The stars alternate.

The bedroom in the living room.

Ma Xiaoling was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep.

She heard a faint voice enter her sleep, "Who disturbed my sleep, Ma Xiaoling? Humph, don't they have any sense of public decency?!"

I just finished speaking in a bad mood.

Ma Xiaoling frowned, pondering, "Who could it be? A woman's voice...! It can't be the Holy Mother of the West, can it?"

Thinking of the Holy Mother of the Jade Pool, Ma Xiaoling felt inexplicably uneasy.

After all, even the Pangu clan was tricked and poisoned by the Holy Mother of Yaochi...

"Hmph, no matter if you are the Holy Mother of Yaochi or not, whoever disturbs my sleep, I'll draw a circle and curse your whole family..." After saying that, Ma Xiaoling pulled up the blanket and covered her head.

On the desolate moon.

Chang'e's expression changed slightly, and she smiled gently.

It seems that Chang'e had anticipated Ma Xiaoling's reaction.

That's right, Chang'e actually smiled...

However, on Chang'e's stunningly beautiful face, there was also a sorrow brought about by endless loneliness.

Chang'e's abilities extend far beyond the human realm; in her endless solitude, she can see all things in the three realms.

Even so, they were still trapped on the moon, enduring endless torment.

The underworld...

"Meteor, Ksitigarbha's agent is looking for you." The Grim Reaper, dressed in a black suit, walked over and gave a brief instruction... then immediately produced a black Ksitigarbha business card.

Is someone seeking Ksitigarbha's representative looking for me?

Meteor frowned, but without thinking much, he headed straight for the area where Ksitigarbha was represented.

The underworld is also divided into regions.

As the highest commander of the underworld, Ksitigarbha's agent is the only one who can summon any ghost messenger to his area.

The moment you step into the elevator, the doors close, and you descend through eighteen levels of hell... each level of hell is a Netherworld Refining Domain.

Finally, the elevator landed at the edge of the boundary wall of the Avici Hell.

Here, there is a protective barrier set up by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and tens of thousands of ghosts, deities, Taoist priests, nuns, and monks are chanting the Ksitigarbha Heart Sutra...

Stepping out of the elevator...

Meteor glanced at the boundary marker behind him and the fortified area beyond it. He frowned, then stopped thinking about it and looked at the tall buildings in the center of the vast square.

That's right, this is the Ksitigarbha Building.

Today, the underworld is adapting to the development of the human world, and its buildings are also evolving with the times.

Even the ghost messengers changed their names to Death God.

"The number of Taoist priests, nuns, monks, and ghosts gathering around the boundary marker of the Ksitigarbha Building is increasing. In recent years, without Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to guard it, the evil spirits in the Avici Hell have been constantly attacking the Ksitigarbha barrier... Hopefully, reciting the Ksitigarbha Heart Sutra can stop them for a while." As he walked towards the Ksitigarbha Building, Meteor couldn't help but have some thoughts in his mind.

As soon as they arrived at the steps of the Dizang Building, they were blocked by more than a dozen black-clad Grim Reapers.

"What are you doing?" the leader of the Grim Reapers asked in a cold tone.

Although everyone knows each other, rules are rules.

"I summon Ksitigarbha, the agent." Meteor took out Ksitigarbha's business card.

Upon seeing the business card, the Grim Reapers showed reverence and quickly made way for him.

Sudden……

The leader of the Grim Reapers approached and called out to Meteor, "Hey, Meteor, I heard your big brother Arrow has come to the human world in 04..."

"Is there a problem?" Meteor turned around and stared at the Grim Reaper.

The other party was also a general in the Song Dynasty, surnamed Yang.

In the Song Dynasty, he was a predecessor of the meteor, and in the underworld, he was also a predecessor.

"It's nothing. I was just asking. By the way, after you go in, ask Ksitigarbha for me when the brothers will have a holiday?" Yang Death asked Meteor expectantly.

Meteor froze, staring at the other person: "Um, well, that's probably not a good question. You know how difficult it is to get leave from the Underworld these days. Especially after Ma Xiaoling returned from the Pangu Holy Land...! Alright, I'll go in first..."

Watching the meteor walk into the Dizang Building, Yang the Death God shook his head.

There have indeed been quite a few things happening in the underworld lately.

Especially for the Grim Reaper who goes to the human world on business, it's become even more difficult to get leave since the Nuwa Annihilation Calamity in 01. He's always being bothered by some leftover zombies.

Those zombies and ghosts who didn't want to enter the underworld... reached a cooperation agreement to play mahjong to earn money to buy blood bags, and often hindered the Grim Reaper's enforcement of the law.

Tap tap tap!

Footsteps on the floor.

The receptionist, a girl resembling a grim reaper, looked up at Meteor and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes!" Meteor took out the Ksitigarbha name card.

"Okay. Top floor of the Jizo Building, go ahead. Oh, and remember to change your shoes when you get to the top floor. Don't let the dust you brought back from the human world get on them." The Grim Reaper receptionist confirmed, then added another reminder.

Dust or dirt?

Meteor frowned, feeling that the Ksitigarbha Building had a lot of rules.

The dust and dirt refer to the vital energy of the human world.

The underworld is a sacred place; there is no need to be angry.

When Death walks through the human world, the life force he brings back will gradually dissipate.

However, he had only recently returned from the human realm.

"Honestly. A place like the Ksitigarbha Building doesn't even have a disinfection array. I have to change my shoes, what a hassle." Meteor grumbled as he entered the elevator.

This time, instead of descending, it rose.

With each floor that rises, through the transparent elevator, one can see a large number of Grim Reapers working.

They sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.

Some brought thick documents and materials about the geomantic symbols, asking their department heads to sign them.

"Since the Underworld has kept up with the times, its work efficiency has been getting higher and higher. But there are also more and more problems..." Meteor grumbled to himself as he looked at the work status of each level.

We finally reached the top floor.

Meteor glanced at the giant computer in front of him, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a white coat came out. He was He Youqiu, the agent of Ksitigarbha.

"You're here. Let's find a place to sit. 3.4" As He Youqiu spoke, he was holding a talisman and sticking it on the computer.

The computer emitted a burst of runic spiritual energy, and then various mysterious and unpredictable numbers began to appear on the screen... These numbers continuously combined and decomposed, eventually forming useful data, which was then provided to the Grim Reaper staff throughout the entire office area...

"Coffee, imported. Would you like some?" He Youqiu, holding the coffee cup handed to him by his assistant, turned to look at Liuxing and asked politely.

Meteor stood up from his seat, his expression respectful, and said, "Thank you, but no need."

"You're always staring at the computer, is there a problem?" He Youqiu suddenly asked with a smile.

Meteor was taken aback... and was about to say no problem, but then noticed that the expression on Ksitigarbha's representative's face seemed rather subtle.

Could it be that the Ksitigarbha representative really wanted him to ask the reason?

What matters need to be discussed with the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's representative?

"Hmm, Ksitigarbha Agent, is there a problem with this computer? Do I need you to come and check it?" Meteor hesitated at first, then looked at Ksitigarbha Agent with a determined gaze.

Ksitigarbha smiled knowingly; he knew that Liu Xing was clever and hadn't disappointed him.

“There have indeed been some minor problems. The reason I called you here is not to question you about your unauthorized trip to the human realm. Rather, it's to discuss this computer…” Ksitigarbha said meaningfully.

computer?

"Ksitigarbha Agent, is the problem caused by the computer processing some mysterious data?" Meteor stared expectantly at Ksitigarbha Agent.

Because he had previously requested a meeting with the Ksitigarbha representative and had discussed matters concerning Zhuxian Town eight hundred years ago with the Ksitigarbha representative…

The fact that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva summoned him this time must be related to a certain issue...?

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Xiaoqing on the Broken Bridge, Eight Hundred Years Later?

"Sister, look..." Xiaoqing pointed at the scholar on the bridge over the lake, her expression mischievous.

She wore a green dress, her eyes were bright and lively, and her behavior was unusually novel, as if she had just arrived in the human world.

The woman called "elder sister" was dressed in white, with lively eyes; she smiled charmingly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and raised her slender fingers to look at the scholar on the bridge.

“It’s him…” The moment Bai Suzhen saw Xu Xian, a hint of anticipation flickered in her eyes.

With a soft "poof".

It all seemed like a shattered illusion.

The person standing on the bridge was no longer a scholar, but a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The man was none other than Lin Yi, who had come to Zhuxian Town eight hundred years ago and then traveled a long distance from Zhuxian Town to the Broken Bridge.

As for his appearance, Lin Yi had no choice but to accept the zombie-like face of the Jin Dynasty's military supervisor.

"Sister, I must rescue you from Leifeng Pagoda..." Xiaoqing's face was filled with the sorrow of memories as she made up her mind.

She stood on the Broken Bridge, recalling the scene of her first encounter with Xu Xian, feeling heartbroken.