Qin Ye looked at the old monk with great interest: "Can you see my power?"

The old monk shook his head and bit his lip tightly. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it...

It’s like facing the abyss of hell. What kind of existence is this!

I didn't mean to stay here for too long, but now Qin Ye is a little interested. He raised his chin to the temple, and slowly said, "When was it built here?"

While saying that, he walked towards a small path. The old monk followed consciously and whispered: "Three years ago."

Qin Ye nodded: "Who are you offering to whom?"

"The King of the Nine Nether Hell, Qin, Hell." The old monk said consciously without waiting for a question this time: "Actually, the people worshipped in the past were usually the Emperor of Fengdu. And they belong to the Taoist divine system. But I don't know which day... I think about it..."

He pondered for a moment and said with some uncertainty: "About five or six years ago, all the images of the Emperors in Fengdu were cracked. This was nothing in the eyes of ordinary believers. But we know that this is the sign of the ascension of the Lord God. The statue of Ksitigarbha was shattered with him, and there was also the statue of Ksitigarbha..."

He looked at Qin Ye carefully, folded his hands together, lowered his eyes and said: "At that time, the National Religious Association held a meeting. You know, because of some things in the past. The Chinese government has always turned a blind eye to religion. No outsiders have come from the religious association. If you can get a relevant personnel from the Ministry of Education, Science, Culture, Culture, or the Propaganda Department, that is a very good specification..."

"However, at the conference of the Religious Association three years ago, the three top leaders of the Ministry of Culture, Propaganda, and UNESCO were all present. Moreover, a series of documents were released."

His eyes were filled with emotion: "That were unearthed cultural relics, sculptures, monuments, etc.... It was clearly written on it. According to the Underworld calendar, after 2000, it was under the jurisdiction of the King of Hell of Qin, and its full name was Jiuyou Beiyin Emperor. And... the three major organizations unanimously requested hundreds of millions of dollars to make rectifications across the country about the King of Hell of Underworld immediately."

"Not only us, but also textbooks and encyclopedias, have been revised in a unified manner. We also need to take the initiative to promote it. A few years later, everyone basically knows this King of Qin."

Qin Ye smiled.

Damn...Is he Taoism or Buddhism?

According to the name "xxxx Emperor", it is obviously Taoism. However, Buddhism also allows his incense. Should it be related to Ksitigarbha?

He has never read the records of himself unearthed in the world of the world. This is his script of death. There are more than one billion people in China. His faith is unbreakable for only a hundred years.

"What is this Qin Yan King in charge?"

"Mr. Hui, the King of Qin is in charge of life, death, misfortune, disaster, illness, and illness. Cause and effect after death. It is strange. Since he changed his belief in the King of Qin a few years ago, many people with ghosts came to burn incense, and there were sinister dreams at night. And those ordinary men and women, or devout believers, will also have dreams after burning incense. Tell them which path they will go to after death. Remember clearly after waking up."

It seems that his deceased officials are still very good at doing things... Qin Ye smiled slightly, looked at several men in black windbreakers who had followed behind at some point, and smiled and said, "Law Enforcement Team? Or the Special Investigation Office?"

The old monk's face changed, and his hands shaking, "Sir... No, this is not..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and the person who had just disappeared.

Plop... He knelt down with his legs soft and he knelt down. At the same time, several black windbreakers behind him rushed over immediately. He looked around in surprise. After a long time, he looked at the old monk who was covered in cold sweat and was out of control: "Where is the person?"

The old monk shook his head dumbly.

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Gonggeer Peak, the highest peak of Kunlun Mountains.

According to legend, here is the same as the sky, and one step up is where the celestial immortal is. There is also legend that the Queen Mother of the West lives here and there is an immortal medicine.

Kunlun, these two words have a strong mythological color. However, the real owner here only has a humble house.

In the house built with thatch, a piece of green bamboo was planted on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Just in front of the thatched hut, an old man was wearing a straw raincoat, holding a fishing rod, and holding a chin with one hand. He was fishing like a sleeping but not a sleeping place.

In front of him, a shimmering pond, about dozens of meters wide, was full of lotus flowers and green lotus leaves floating. This was a situation that could not happen at the top of the snow-capped mountain!

But the most eye-catching thing is a stone tablet protruding from the water in the center of the pond, with a sword covered with wind and snow on it.

The old fisherman didn't move, and this scene seemed to be eternal. But suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around solemnly: "Who?"

"There is no visit today, so I come here without invitation... You should show up!"

A figure slowly walked out from behind the green bamboo, it was Qin Ye.

Fengxue seemed to be unable to fall to him at all. He reached out and knocked on Cuizhu, and smiled and said, "The Lord of Xuanyuan Sword is really interested. It is great that the snow-capped peak can do such a situation."

"You are... his disciple? The judge... not bad, not bad, it's not easy for mortals to reach this point."

The moment his figure appeared, the old fisherman's straw raincoat was blowing without wind. He looked at Qin Ye solemnly, his body was like a tiger preparing to hunt, and the veins on his arms swelled up and remained motionless.

Tick... A drop of cold sweat slashed from his forehead and fell on the snow, like boiling water, making a "sweet" sound.

So terrible...

The judge has approached the high-level Yin Disaster, and he can see some things that the low-level Yin Disaster cannot see. At this moment, he is serious, and it is not a person who comes at all! But the walking hell!

It was obvious that the young man looked like a young man, but behind him there were several extremely terrifying yin energy! They were like living creatures, protecting each other. And since the moment he appeared, the true energy of the entire mountain peak completely disappeared. Only the blue and black yin energy was surging!

"you……"

"Don't be afraid." Qin Ye pressed his hand: "Old acquaintance. Your master is very familiar with me."

"Indeed." Before he finished speaking, the door of the thatched house had been opened. The Lord of Xuanyuan Sword, who had not seen for several years, was wearing a Taoist robe. He bowed deeply, almost ninety degrees: "I have seen the King of Qin."

thump!

Before he finished speaking, the old fisherman was already on all sides and almost fell to the ground. Then he seemed to want to raise his head desperately. But he didn't dare to do so, so he could only use the corner of his eyes to secretly sweep Qin Ye.

King of Hell of Qin?

This is the name that King of Hell of Qin, who was once the first cultivator, cannot be said to be? The Lord of the Underworld?

Real... Land Death?!

After reacting, the first feeling is horror. The second feeling is gladness. I am glad that I can see such a mythical person in my lifetime. Finally, I feel emotion.

This is the true body of King Qin...

"You haven't walked in the world for several years. Is there something important to come this time?" Xuanyuan Sword Lord made a gesture of inviting him, and Qin Ye followed him into the thatched house.

The layout inside is also very simple, with the Eight Immortals Table, the Grand Master Chair, and the other room are Bagua and Futuan. Qin Ye was not polite, and sat down in the main seat, and two cups of fragrant tea had been placed on the table.

"Snow lotus, plus the tea fried in the snow of thousands of mountains, is only available in the entire Chinese country. This is the best thing I can take out. Don't be surprised by the King of Hell of Qin." The Lord of the Xuanyuan Sword said sincerely.

"How could it be?" Qin Ye smiled, picked up and opened the lid of the cup, and felt cold.

The fragrance came from the scene. It was quiet and lasting, as if the soul was cleared. He looked at the other party unexpectedly and nodded, "Good tea."

Next is silence.

Qin Ye took a sip of tea, paused for a few seconds, and finally said, "Long time no see."

"It's true that I haven't seen you for a long time. It's hard for King Qin to remember me... I won't go to the Wujian Hell after my death, right?" Xuanyuan Sword Master smiled bitterly.

Qin Ye restrained his smile and looked at the other party seriously. He said slowly: "You can bring my words to everyone who is worried about this. Tell them... I understand their approach and position."

His fingers were as if he was playing a piano, lightly lit on the table, with some beauty in his eyes, as if it was contrary to the days when he walked in the sun. It took him a long time to say lightly: "Where is a human being... this kind of creature lives in the world, and he has his own position."

"With a position, the behavior must be consistent. Besides, the situation was special at that time. I did not explain that some of the methods you took were not excessive. At least... we could barely say that we could get together and part with each other."

"Oh..." Xuanyuan Sword Lord sighed softly.

There are many people who regretted the senior management now. They regretted why Qin Ye didn't treat him better when he was in the world. Why did he regret inspecting Yin Yu again and again. But they also knew that if the situation happened again, they would make the same choice.

"But, this is all over." Qin Ye smiled: "This time, I really have something important to do."

The master of Xuanyuan Sword suddenly shrank and he whispered: "The Gonggeer Peak changes."

Qin Ye nodded, and before he could speak, the other party immediately said anxiously: "Please tell me clearly, is it serious? Will...there will be a recurrence of spiritual disaster?"

I think it's bad, brother.

Qin Ye smiled and said, "Don't be too worried, this time the gate of heaven is opened. After I ascended the throne a few years ago, the gods will learn from each other and communicate with the three realms. This time... I'm afraid an acquaintance will come down."

The Lord of Xuanyuan Sword breathed a long sigh and asked subconsciously: "Who?"

Qin Ye picked up the teacup and took a sip, and smiled on his lips. The Lord of Xuanyuan Sword suddenly felt that the other party was... very vague.

I haven't seen him for a few years. The one he laughed and scolded at the academy now feels that he is unpredictable even when he looks at it. Which one is the real him?

Ding——The cup was gently put down, interrupting his random thoughts, Qin Ye said lightly: "Maybe...is it Ksitigarbha?"

The last word fell, and the Lord of Xuanyuan Sword gasped and looked at Qin Ye in disbelief.

"how?"

The Lord of Xuanyuan Sword shook his head, then immediately rushed to the back of the house and opened the door.

This thatched hut is built on a lonely peak.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there is a statue of Ksitigarbha standing next to the cliff!

He was covered in snow, but in the gray and snowy sky, a slight ray of light was actually casting into the hands of Ksitigarbha’s hands.

It doesn't know how long it has existed, and it is full of the vicissitudes of history. This is a mystery, just like no one knows why there is such a Ksitigarbha sculpture on Gonggeer Peak on the top of Kunlun Mountain. And in its palm, a snow lotus is swaying in the wind. Around the snow lotus, countless unjust souls can be seen in the naked eye, crying and wailing every minute and every second.

"The lotus is born in the sea of ​​bitterness, and all living beings are saved..." The cold wind blew the Xuanyuan Sword Master's clothes and flew up. He shook his head gently, opened his mouth slightly and turned around: "The Xuanyuan Sword Master has been their seclusion in all generations, but since we started the sect, this sculpture has been here."
Chapter completed!