Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Yun Qingying didn't like having her face pinched, as she felt like she was being treated like a child, but she wanted to know more, so she could only let He Xianren play with her.

The immortal girl asked:

"What does that have to do with the underworld?"

Ning Xianzhi gave his disciple some pointers and said:

"Qingying, think about what role the underworld plays today."

"Based on their virtues during life, the King of Hell and his underworld messengers are chosen to take away those ghosts lingering in the mortal realm. The underworld ignores souls that dissipate normally... seems similar to the function of Guixu?"

"Exactly."

Crane Immortal had almost rubbed Yun Qingying's cheeks until they turned red, and finally let go and said:

"An old friend I found gave me an explanation. These underworlds that are still able to function independently are branches extending from Guixu, just like tributaries branching off from a main stream."

Jiuwu Taoist was so lost in thought that she even stopped drinking. She pondered:

"So, the Underworld is the only existence currently connected to Guixu. Does it contain a way to reach Guixu?"

Crane Immortal did not get a definitive answer on this question, so he did not dare to make a conclusion and could only guess:

"That's right. If we restore a Hell to a large enough size, or if we control enough Hells, perhaps we can find clues from them?"

All the great monks understand the situation of the underworld. The better it operates, the more ghosts the ghost catchers can capture, and the more complete the underworld will be restored.

In those truly deserted underworlds, there may only be a few lonely red spider lilies.

The ghost came and sighed: What a ghost place this is, there is not even a ghost.

And there are some immoral conflicts here -

The more prosperous the earth is, the fewer wandering ghosts there are, and the more desolate and declining the underworld becomes.

On the contrary, when the world is in chaos and suffering is widespread, the underworld will prosper.

The immortals' stance is that they cannot intentionally create tragedies for the sake of the underworld...

*

As they were chatting, several great monks arrived at the capital of Liangjin.

They looked down at the broken walls and ruins from high above and couldn't help but marvel at it. It was hard to imagine what had happened here before!

"That's the sacred Buddhist cave of the Krishna Tantric sect. Even the barrier isolating it from the outside world has been broken. Is it so tragic?"

"Isn't the sect's formation functioning properly? After it was activated, it should have lasted for at least several months, yet it was destroyed so quickly..."

"There are traces of fighting between members of the Witch Tomb. This ancient magical aura cannot be mistaken!"

The great monks became suspicious. Could it be that the members of Wuzhong have become unscrupulous and are specifically targeting the demonic sects to destroy?

This is good news for the immortals. If there is any trouble, they can just report it to the demonic forces!

But that shouldn't be the case. The immortal monks just surrounded and wiped out the members of the Wuzhong Sect some time ago. They are indeed strong, there is no doubt about that, but they are not at the level that can easily bring down the demon sect.

"Even Mahakala has fallen. If he had just used his normal power, the entire Liangjin Kingdom would have been overturned. There shouldn't be only these few traces..."

There are still some evil monks active in the capital of Liangjin. They have nowhere else to go. Having lost the protection of the sect, they are condemned by everyone outside.

Even though there may be subsequent dangers here, they can only stay here and have no courage to go out.

Several great monks flew through the sky and found that these evil monks were still doing some shameful things, relying on seeking stimulation from each other to dilute the attacks from the outside world.

The sword-wielding monk from Kongtong Mountain killed them without saying a word, giving them a quick death.

"Xianzhi, is there the scent of your flying swords fighting over there?" Taoist Jiuwu pointed in the direction of the cliff.

The Buddha statues in the caves have all been broken, and the once magnificent cave scenery has now become like honeycomb coal.

Mozhi's fighting spirit remains here.

Not to mention Ning Xianzhi, the real owner, even Yun Qingying could catch the aura of the master's flying sword.

The normally aloof girl couldn't contain her surprise. When she first emerged from seclusion, she heard that Chu Wuji had assisted the elders of the Immortal Clan in eliminating a large number of Wuzhong members, a feat he had accomplished greatly.

And then he did something so big secretly?!

Yun Qingying asked in disbelief:

"Junior brother...he fought here before, and he was also involved in the destruction of a demon sect?!"

Ning Xianzhi reproduced the battle scene of his jade hairpin flying sword in front of everyone.

Chu Wuzhi was fighting with several giant tree men. In the surrounding battle, Baishe and the others were fighting on their own, dealing with other members of the Wuzhong Clan. The battle was fierce.

However, it is difficult to reproduce the situation further away, and it is impossible to know the situation of Mahakala.

The cold and beautiful Ning Xianzhi frowned slightly, blaming Chu Wuji for concealing his plan. She said:

"When I contacted Wuji, he didn't tell me he had such a big plan. Why didn't he ask me to help?"

Jiuwu Taoist didn't expect that this place was also related to Chu Wuji, she said happily:

"What happened to the Black Sky Sect? It seems we should just ask him directly. I just don't know where this guy has gone. I hope he doesn't wipe out another demon sect in a few days!"

Crane Immortal was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed:

"After the last siege, I thought the little Qilin had returned to Lihuo Country to rest, but it turns out he hasn't been idle at all. This child is so capable..."

Chapter 489: The Feathered Tribe's Teachings

Chu Wuji dined with the female relatives. The evening dinner table became the best occasion for welcoming each other and expressing their longing for each other.

The princess and her companions were gradually practicing fasting, and their appetites became very small, so they basically left all the meals to Xiaotu, the glutton.

Princess Jing'an and Queen Wen would take turns feeding the rabbit for dinner as a form of entertainment, and it was also quite fun to take care of it.

It was a rare festive occasion tonight, so the princess and the others ate a lot more.

Wen Yaoer asked about her experience of the journey to the west, and Chu Wuji slowly told her story after polishing it up. This was a routine part of the process.

The women listened attentively, their expressions absorbed, and occasionally took a few bites of food. He felt like he had become the one to go with the meal.

Xiaotu was used to being fed. She sat beside Princess Jing'an, occasionally opening her mouth wide to wait for food. However, the princess's attention was all on Chu Wuji. She was furious:

"Mother was busy picking up food for my two-legged brother and didn't even feed me a bite. I usually feed her..."

Princess Jing'an was a little embarrassed when her "partiality" was pointed out in public, but fortunately no one made things difficult for her.

Chu Wuji took the little rabbit into his arms and said:

"Just sit here. When Mother serves me food, just open your mouth wide and help me catch it."

If it were any other occasion, calling her "Mother" would definitely attract some strange looks, but now that Xiaotu and the others were here, Chu Wuji seemed to be following their habit of calling her Mother, and it wouldn't seem so abrupt.

But the little princess was a little dissatisfied. She shook Chu Wuji's hand and wanted to sit in his arms:

"Brother, I also want to be fed by my mother."

He said he wanted to be fed, but really he wanted to be hugged.

"Okay, okay, okay~" Chu Wuzhi took the opportunity to hug Yao'er over.

The intelligent and gentle princess said unhappily:

"Yao'er, do you think this is normal? I just carried you, how could I pick up the food with my hands?"

Chu Wuji said with a smile: "It's no big deal. When I want to eat, I open my mouth wide and wait to be fed, grabbing the little rabbit's meat~"

"Hmph!" Xiaotu was angry but dared not say anything. She felt that her mother would definitely feed her first.

The little princess was now also a member of the group at the dinner table. She listened with great interest and didn't want to return to Tianji Country anymore. She said:

"It's much more interesting than at home, where all we talk about are the intrigues of the officialdom!"

It's bad. The little princess Huaiwan was originally a hostage, but now she seems to be enjoying herself and doesn't want to go home.

Yu Shi's concubine and two women from the Feathered Tribe were at the same dinner table, and they were much more interested in the food.

How could there be so many delicious foods in ancient times?

Although the upper limit of the cultivators' realm at that time was higher, the level of their cooking skills was so high that it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were eating raw meat and drinking blood. Fortunately, there was the practice of fasting, otherwise eating would have been a form of self-torture.

Yu Shiqi took a bite of the dish, enjoying the satisfaction on her taste buds. She also observed Chu Wuji's expression and mood, as well as the atmosphere of her companions around her, and sighed in her heart:

"What an enviable fellow! The joyous atmosphere of all the family members gathered together at this moment is probably what the members of the Wuzhong Tomb dream of, right?"

Chu Wuji talked for a long time, but he only talked about the magical methods of the Wuzhong members to let the female relatives listen to it. After all, the details were too detailed to be explained clearly.

After he finished speaking, Princess Jing'an talked about Yao'er and Xiaotu's mischief.

It may seem like a routine report to each other, but in fact it is a desire for the other party to know their recent situation.

They all hope to make up for the lack of time together through verbal conversation.

......

After dinner, Chu Wuji called the Fox Goddess to confirm the hidden dangers of Fu Guanyin's Buddhist scriptures.

It just so happened that the woman from the Feathered Tribe had already agreed to teach her the inheritance of her tribe.

Then use the blessing of Buddhist scriptures to quickly comprehend the inheritance of the Feathered People.

Naturally, Yu Shiqi is indispensable at such occasions. She is also a big spectator and will hang out wherever there is excitement.

She was even in the middle of taking a bath when she heard about Chu Wuzhi's plan. She didn't even have time to put on her clothes and rushed over to take a look.

She cast a small spell on a tea bowl on the tea table, and the enamel tea bowl expanded into a bathtub. The bowl was not deep, and she stepped into it and soaked in it. Her white, tender feet lifted up and rested comfortably on the edge of the bowl. Her arms stretched out to support the rim of the bowl, and her two beautiful breasts under her collarbone floated up.

"That's too much. Doing something big behind my back~?"

Chu Wuji and others looked at her helplessly, feeling both angry and amused. Fu Guanyin was planning to practice meditation here, but your concubine Yu Shiqi came here to take a bath right next to her!

Yu Dan held his forehead and said, "Yu Shiqi, you will affect our... "

Yu Shiqi showed a pitiful look of apology, but she had no intention of repenting and leaving. The smell of tea was strong, and she asked curiously:

"The inheritance of a clan is a secret that cannot be passed down. In ancient times, they would rather the clan be exterminated than pass it on to outsiders. How dare you pass it on to someone from later generations?"

The feathered woman gently flapped her white wings and said:

"We received help from Fu Guanyin, and we're simply repaying her with what we can. Besides... isn't passing on the wisdom of the Feathered People a form of resurrection?"

Yu Shiqi could see that the mentality of the two women from the Feathered Tribe had changed greatly.

They were also eager to revive their tribe, but they just adhered to their own kindness.

He did not use his fellow tribesmen as an excuse to lower his bottom line and do evil.

Now, they no longer want to disturb the peace of their tribesmen and involve them in a ridiculous storm, and they don't want their tribesmen to become servants of the Lord of the Witch Tomb as soon as they wake up.

This requires tremendous courage to make a decision, just like when faced with a terminally ill relative who has dragged down the family, choosing to give up is actually very difficult.

"You guys continue, I'll just watch from the side and stop talking to disturb you~" Yu Shiqi shut up obediently.

The two women from the Feathered Tribe sat in front of Fu Guanyin and said seriously:

"Guanyin, you are not of my Feathered Clan. There are differences in your spiritual veins and qi organs. You may not be able to operate some of the methods, but we will still explain the entire inheritance once, and then we will help you modify it and see how to enable you to operate it normally."

The Fox Goddess sat beside him and said:

"Then we'll have to ask the young master to give us some serious advice. He's best at randomly modifying martial arts and turning all the laws of the world into his own."

"It has to be the Fox Goddess who described my secret learning so beautifully!"

Chu Wuji had just finished speaking when the flying sword Mozhi made a move and rubbed against his waist. It was probably Ning Xianzhi who came looking for him.

If Ning Xianzhi's mother chose to do this when he was being intimate with the Sky Fox Goddess, he wouldn't know what to do, and it would be impossible to "reject" her...

Chu Wuji temporarily moved outside the door so as not to disturb the Feathered People's teachings, and then released Mo Zhi.

The crystal clear lily flowered with soft light, and the graceful figure of the female fairy was cast beside it.

Ning Xianzhi took in the surroundings and confirmed that he had returned to Lihuo Country. She turned her gaze and looked into the room. She asked curiously:

[Who is the woman taking a bath? Why have I never seen her before? ]

Chapter 490 The Cold Fairy Mother is Very Clingy