After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Little Yama, Lin'an Rudu's expression was not right.

This is the underworld. What kind of child can appear in the underworld?

However, Zhou Yan didn't say anything. He simply bypassed the path that led directly to the house and went together to the back of the hill. They climbed up the hillside and reached the back door of the house.

There was hardly anyone at the back door of the house, and the back door was closed, but the voices of a man and a woman could be heard coming from inside the house.

First and foremost, it's the man's voice.

"Second wife, I'll chop firewood from now on. You're a young lady, and I feel guilty doing all this physical labor every day."

Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun, and Lin Anru stealthily approached the wall by the back door. After hearing the male voice, they heard a clear and beautiful female voice.

"Didn't you say you were going to teach Xiaolong to read and write?"

Footsteps came out, followed by the young woman's involuntary "hmm" and the sound of bodies colliding.

Judging from the sound, Zhou Yan guessed that it must be Wenquxing embracing Dizangwang.

The male voice came out again.

"Does my role as husband mean that besides teaching the children to read and write, I don't have to do anything else?"

"I am a fine man, and I would never dare to let my wife suffer."

A shy female voice came out.

"Then our little dragon..."

After a soft kiss, the man spoke with a hint of a smile.

“Xiaolong has been learning to read and write for a long time. This child is like me, and he is very talented in literature. Now I will save up more money so that my child can take the imperial examinations for the first degree, the second degree, and then the third degree in the capital. When that happens, the magistrate of the county will come to our house and treat us with utmost respect, as equals.”

A burst of silvery laughter.

"You're dreaming..."

A gentle male voice.

"I thought it was beautiful, but you are even more beautiful..."

"Well……"

Zhou Yan heard the sounds of kissing, the sounds of clothes being undressed, and then...

Little Yama looked at Zhou Yan with a strange expression.

What's going on?

Didn't we come here to find the God of Literature?

Why are you sneaking around to the corner of someone's wall to eavesdrop on their peaceful life?

Zhou Yan said in a low voice.

"Don't you think this voice sounds familiar?"

Lin'an shook his head.

Little Yama stroked his chin and said.

"Little Jiu Yan, don't tell me the man in this room is the God of Literature?"

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs up.

As expected of someone who had spent half his life with the God of Literature, Little Yama recognized the scholar as the God of Literature at a glance.

Lin An's mouth gaped open in disbelief.

"Inside... the Wenquxing (a type of electronic dictionary)..."

Zhou Yan raised his head slightly and brought it close to the window of the back door.

The windows of this house are not simply supported by wooden sticks and covered with paper; instead, the windows are covered with a board, which can be propped up from the inside out with wooden sticks when needed.

This made things easier for Zhou Yan, who gently opened a crack in the window with his fingers and looked inside.

Lin Anru, who was standing nearby, rolled her eyes and handed over a phone with the camera already turned on, but Zhou Yan pushed it away.

Little Yama sidled up to Zhou Yan, his little head also staring at the gap Zhou Yan had opened.

This seems to be somewhat unfriendly to Wenquxing (a Chinese electronic dictionary).

Zhou Yan reluctantly and carefully closed the wooden board, then shrank back down.

Little Yama looked at Zhou Yan with dissatisfaction.

Zhou Yan said in a low voice.

"That second aunt is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

Little Yama's expression changed drastically upon seeing Lin Anru.

Zhou Yan continued.

"I checked Ksitigarbha's attribute panel, and he doesn't seem to have become a demon."

Zhou Yan nudged Xiao Yanjun with his elbows, then nudged Lin Anru.

"What do you think we should do next?"

Little Yama looked at the window that Zhou Yan had already closed and hesitated.

"We haven't been discovered, have we?"

Zhou Yan shrugged.

"I don't know, but let's just treat it as if it hasn't been discovered."

If it were a matter of chance, Zhou Yan would have been spotted by Ksitigarbha the moment he saw him. At that time, the Siyou Imperial Carriage was right above Ksitigarbha's head, and Zhou Yan stared at Ksitigarbha and Wenquxing for quite a while.

Little Yama stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Let's put the matter of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva aside for now. Old Ye is in this state... Let's find an opportunity when Old Ye is alone and no one is around, then we'll block his door and ask him if he knows he is the God of Literature."

Lin Anru secretly turned around and started tugging at the window above Zhou Yan's head, even trying to reach her phone inside.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan grabbed the slender waist of the gossipy young woman, covered her mouth, and forcibly dragged her down.

Half an hour later.

Covered in sweat, Wenquxing came out of his house, drew water from the well by the door, washed himself, went back inside to change into a set of unpatched clothes, and then carried a bamboo backpack in the style of Ning Caichen down the mountain.

He walked from the top of the mountain to the bottom, and then from the bottom to another mountain. As soon as he reached this mountain, Wenquxing suddenly stopped and looked up at the lush green mountains in the distance.

He then spoke.

"You've been following me for so long, can you come out now?"

The place where Wenquxing was was very quiet, with only the sound of wind and insects. Therefore, when Wenquxing spoke, even if his voice was not loud, it clearly covered the surrounding area.

Zhou Zhongzhuan●·：Qi Yi|★Jiuqi∫Pa≡Yan was the first to emerge from a clump of grass.

Wenquxing turned around, and his originally calm expression turned into one of astonishment upon seeing Zhou Yan.

Afterwards, Lin Anru came out, and Wenquxing's astonishment did not deepen.

Finally, Little Yama came out.

Wenquxing was dumbfounded.

"you……"

Wenquxing didn't look at Lin Anru, but stared at Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun's faces.

Wenquxing's tone was filled with joy.

"Young Master, Saint Lin, you... you've been resurrected?"

Wenquxing (the God of Literature) walked towards Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun (the Little Yama King) with his hands outstretched.

"Great, great, it's good that you've been resurrected..."

"Wait a moment……"

Lin Anru suddenly spoke.

Wenquxing, who had been walking over, stopped and looked at Lin'anru.

Lin An asked in a deep voice.

"Senior Ye, have you been hanging around in this place for the past hundred years?"

Ye An smiled bitterly.

"I understand your tone. You're thinking that I, this old fool, said I was coming to the underworld to handle problems and save the Eastern Xia Federation, but I haven't returned for a hundred years. Not only am I not dead, but I'm also living a carefree life with a beautiful girl..."

Lin'an asked again.

"If there's anything you're hiding, you can tell me."

Ye An pointed to the ground beneath His feet and said.

"My secret is not complicated. It's just that I can't get out of this place."

"Alright, let's put these things aside for now."

Little Yama walked out while speaking.

"Old Ye, tell me about when you first came to the underworld."

Wenquxing looked around, found a clean stone, and sat down.

"It's a long story..."

"After the fall of the Eastern Xia Federation, I was resurrected..."

Zhou Yan interrupted.

“We’ve already heard about these little things from Senior Sister Lin. Elder Ye, why don’t you tell us about what happened after you came to the Underworld?”

Wenquxing turned his mouth.

"Old Yan used to be the Central Ghost Emperor among the Five Ghost Emperors, and he governed the Ghost Gate Mountain of Bao Niu Mountain. Since I'm coming to the Underworld, I'll definitely go from Old Yan's hometown."

"However, to my surprise, I had been to Baoniu Mountain more than once when I was with Lao Yan, and I had wandered around the Ghost Gate more than once. I thought I knew the way to the underworld very well, but after I entered the Ghost Gate of Baoniu Mountain..."

Wenquxing took a breath, looking troubled.

"I discovered that the Gate of Hell was already teeming with all sorts of ghosts and monsters. Even with the power of my true god, I slaughtered my way in."

Little Yama teased.

“You didn’t just slaughter along the way, you slaughtered for two hundred kilometers. In other places, you’ve practically ravaged a medium-sized country.”

Wenquxing smiled smugly, believing that his combat power was quite good.

"And then it gets to here..."

The God of Literature pointed to His feet.

"Upon arriving here, I discovered that within the underworld, in such a deathly place, there actually exists a mountain range covered in vegetation."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wenquxing spoke again.

"It can't be said that there was vegetation cover, but rather... the vegetation at that time..."

Wenquxing stared at his feet.

"Only one-tenth of its current level."

Little Yama also looked down at his feet.

"Old Ye, do you mean that the vegetation in this place has become increasingly lush over the past hundred years?"

"Yes, when I saw that there were mountains in the underworld with plants from the mortal world, I was shocked and went into the mountain range to investigate."

The God of Literature came to the underworld to see if anything major had happened. Therefore, upon noticing something amiss about this mountain, he entered to investigate. *Hiss*

What if this one glance reveals that the abnormal mountain peak is the cause of the Eternal Night Calamity? (Lun)

What if one glance reveals a secret hidden within the problematic mountain? Temple

Wenquxing, with the idea of ​​saving the world, entered the mountain and then searched all over the mountain.

“I searched for two days, during which I encountered many ghosts that came in from outside. I killed some and released others, and searched everywhere.”

The God of Literature pointed to a distant mountain peak. (Six)