Chapter 103: The Underworld Guide
Zheng Tai Biao set off happily, taking Li Xiaoan with him.
Let Li Xiaoan go, purely to hone his skills.
Zheng Tai Biao is the trump card to defend the title.
After they left, Li Yuan wanted to go back and continue to practice the 72 mysterious techniques of the Disha Dao.
But in the dark, there seemed to be a voice whispering and calling.
Li Yuan stood on the top of Anshan Mountain, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.
He seemed to hear... countless voices calling out firmly—
Come back home.
While Li Yuan was deep in thought, a black mist suddenly emerged from the ground.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the sunlight seemed to be avoiding us at this moment.
Although it was a sunny day, there was a shadowy area on the top of Anshan Mountain.
A hunched skeleton figure emerged from the loess and bowed slightly to Li Yuan.
"The underworld, the underworld immortal?"
Li Yuan was a little uncertain.
The skeleton figure was wearing a black robe, with a faint green light flickering in his eyes, and he was leaning on a black flag sail.
There was a big red word "Yin" written on the flag sail.
"I am from the underworld, under the command of the Six Paths King of Hell, in the ferryman department, a fifth-rank guide."
"I have come here to seek help. Here, I pay my respects to the God of Heaven - the God of Anshan Mountain."
The skeleton figure's voice was hoarse, like the sound of bones rubbing against each other.
As the skeleton figure opened his mouth, bursts of wailing, shrill and indescribable, rang out between heaven and earth.
A golden light involuntarily emerged from Li Yuan's body, as if neutralizing the deadly aura from the skeleton figure.
"Please get up."
"What is it that requires a little mountain god like me?"
Li Yuan remained expressionless and returned the greeting solemnly.
Although the underworld is also under the jurisdiction of Heaven, it is a world of its own with a rather complex system.
There is often little contact between the gods in heaven and the gods in the underworld. When they meet occasionally, they show respect to each other.
The Skeleton Guide's tone sounded somewhat helpless.
"To the west of this land, there is a mortal battlefield."
"The three mortal kingdoms are fighting head-on there."
"Once the war started, there were naturally many dead souls."
"The task of ferrying souls is also arduous."
Li Yuan nodded, used his magical power to make a cup of tea, picked two fresh leaves, and invited the skeleton guide to sit down and talk.
The Skeleton Guide took the tea seriously, sat cross-legged on a bluestone in front of Li Yuan, and savored it carefully.
"The immortal power turns into tea, it's really amazing..."
"We, the Dark Immortals, are haunted by the aura of death. Tasting this pure immortal tea is like tasting delicious food."
In the empty eye sockets of the Skeleton Guide, green will-o'-the-wisp flickered a few times.
The tea entered its mouth and did not flow out of its bones. Instead, it turned into streams of immortal power and disappeared.
Li Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand again, and took out a few delicious fruits out of thin air.
He even picked some of the fresh branches and leaves of some medicinal seedlings.
Li Yuan, who often read "Hundred Records of Immortals", already knew how to entertain the immortals from the underworld.
The Hades Immortal lives in the underworld for many years. He is surrounded by evil spirits and likes things full of vitality the most.
"The guide has worked hard, so he should eat some simple food to replenish his strength so that he can continue to work for the underworld."
Looking at the somewhat reserved guide, Li Yuan smiled faintly.
Hearing this, the Skeleton Guide also showed a 'kind' smile to Li Yuan.
Although Li Yuan felt it was very ferocious.
After a few polite words, the Skeleton Guide returned to the main topic.
"The matter of ferrying souls is the duty of us guides."
"No matter how attached to the world or how deep their obsessions are, ordinary mortal souls cannot withstand a few wavings of our guiding flags."
The Skeleton Guide pointed at his black flag and said.
Li Yuan nodded to show that he was listening carefully.
The Skeleton Guide suddenly showed a troubled look on his face.
"The battlefield is filled with a strong aura of evil, mixed with many murderous intentions and resentments. After all, it is the place where the souls of hundreds of thousands of mortals gather after their death."
"Even for us guides, we have to be cautious when transferring souls."
"We will be more tolerant of the souls of the mortal soldiers who died in battle."
"Most of the dead soldiers followed us obediently."
"But, most of the souls of Anyue's soldiers seem to be particularly obsessed and have to go home to take a look..."
"this......"
The Skeleton Guide looked at Li Yuan with embarrassment.
It is difficult for that skull face to express emotions in a very human way.
Li Yuan sighed.
"Those soldiers fought for their country and were buried in a foreign land. They naturally wanted to come back and take another look at their homeland."
The Skeleton Guide also sighed.
"Usually, we, the guides, would ignore such obsession."
"But those soldiers' souls don't want to leave with me, and I can't take them away by force..."
“If we ask other guides for help, not only will our reputation be weakened, but the rewarded Nether Essence will also be divided up…”
Li Yuan knew in his heart that the Skeleton Guide was helpless against the large number of dead souls emanating from them with strong evil spirits.
There are too many souls that refuse to return, and their obsession is too strong, which is beyond the ability of this guide.
If we ask other guides from the underworld to help, their performance will be divided up.
So, after asking those dead souls, the skeleton guide came to Li Yuan for help.
Anyway, Li Yuan is a deity in heaven and has no need for the Ming Yuan.
"How can the guide need my help?"
Li Yuan asked.
Heaven does not allow him to interfere in wars, but he should be able to do something about such matters.
The green will-o'-the-wisp in the eye sockets of the Skeleton Guide flickered a few times:
"The souls of those Anyue soldiers who died all chanted the name of the Anshan Mountain God, hoping that someone could take them home to see him."
"If the Anshan Mountain God is willing to help, he can come forward and order them to return with me."
Li Yuan was silent for a moment.
"Can I bring them back?"
The Skull Guide opened his jaw slightly, revealing a terrifying smile:
"The souls of mortals are fragile. If they want to cross mountains and rivers, without sufficient immortal power to protect them, they will dissipate."
"Moreover, this is against heaven and will not please heaven. Every step you take is burning your merits and virtues to compensate for the souls."
"The journey is long, and the price paid by the Anshan Mountain God is too high."
Li Yuan's eyes sparkled:
"So, I can bring them back without going beyond the rules."
"Just because Heaven doesn't like it doesn't mean Heaven won't allow it, right?"
Now it was the Skeleton Guide's turn to be silent.
"Anshan Mountain God, why did you do this?"
It sighed, and the will-o'-the-wisp in its eye sockets flickered a few times.
"If you were to bring back so many souls, your merits would probably burn out."
"Why pay such a high price just to let them take one last look at their homeland?"
"Once you enter the cycle of reincarnation, everything will be forgotten."
"Why should people's thoughts bother them?"
Li Yuan looked into the distance.
The events of the battle on that mountain were still like a sharp thorn in his heart.
If we were to bring home the souls of the heroes who died in battle, our cultivation would inevitably suffer a great loss and our merits would be lost.
This is obviously not a wise move.
However, Li Yuan just couldn't do as the Skeleton Guide said, show up on the battlefield and order the heroic souls to return.
They were all brave warriors who sacrificed their lives for their country, they were passionate and fearless sincere souls.
"I'm going to bring them back."
Li Yuan closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.