Chapter 878 Goodbye Xiaohu
The Immortal Master Wudao, no, it should be said that the Immortal King Wudao, was directly taken away by the Ghost Officials.
Before leaving, he looked at Li Yuan with wide eyes: "Senior Daozun, such a smart and obedient Immortal King, won't you stay for a while?"
"I am willing to serve you and even serve you tea and water!"
Li Yuan raised his head in a daze and smiled instinctively: "Get lost."
He felt that there was something waiting for him ahead and he had to solve it. This was the protective concept engraved in the Yuanzun fruit position.
Moreover, in that direction...why is there a familiar smell?
Now as a soul, Li Yuan's thoughts are confused and his mind is muddled. He has forgotten many memories, but some of his instinctive senses have become more acute.
These familiar auras that he had encountered before were like lighthouses in the dark night, as if they were mysterious guides in the darkness, making Li Yuan instinctively approach them.
If the Immortal King Wudao doesn't leave and continues to block the way... Li Yuan's next slap will probably not be easy.
The ghost officials were obviously very secretive about Yuan Zun's entry into the underworld and the Hades' intention to let him complete his reincarnation. They did not dare to make any statement and escorted the Immortal King Wudao, bowed respectfully to Li Yuan, and then left in a hurry.
Wudao Immortal King's eyes were filled with tears: "Senior, big brother! How can you be so heartless? In order not to offend you, I even changed my name. Please lend me a helping hand and let me avoid the calamity of imprisonment! I hum hum hum......"
But he was taken away with his mouth covered.
Taking advantage of the chaos to escape secretly, not entering the cycle of reincarnation but wanting to return directly to the human world, this is an inescapable crime. Even if there are powerful connections behind it, one cannot avoid being punished with imprisonment.
As for the old relationship with the Four Lords of Heaven and other high-ranking officials... some ghost officials who knew the inside story secretly curled their lips: It is rumored that the Four Lords of Heaven have died in the battle, and their immortal souls have reincarnated not long ago. If it weren't for the fact that you were a guest official of Heaven in the past, who would care about your relationship?
You Shiwu also curled his lips secretly. Over the years, more and more souls have been reborn and reincarnated. Some of them are still wandering in the underworld like big shots, refusing to reincarnate, erase their memories, and suffer the pain of the mortal world.
Little do we know that all things begin from the ordinary and that if we cling to the glory of the past, we will truly lose our future!
Look at this Lord Yuanzun, how calm he is, it’s just that his steps are a little faster, he walks like he is flying... Oh, shit, where is this gentleman going this time?
You Shiwu watched Li Yuan suddenly turn around and forcibly step out of the Yellow Springs Road to create an invisible road of laws, passing through several ghost towns, as if leading directly to another branch of the Yellow Springs Road.
He sighed and looked at the roster in his hand, feeling that this mission was probably the most tiring one in at least thousands of years.
It is more troublesome to lead the souls of the Source Master alone into the underworld than to lead the souls of millions of dead souls...
Thinking of the damages along the way, You Shiwu's scalp tingled: "If you want me to pay for it, it would be better to jump into the reincarnation pool and be reincarnated directly."
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After crossing several branch roads of Huangquan and passing through several magnificent ghost towns, Li Yuan stopped outside the giant city of Fengdu and looked at the Huangquan Road closest to Fengdu City with confusion in his eyes.
There seemed to be a distant and familiar aura there, standing at the front end of the Yellow Springs Road, also staring blankly from afar.
Although Li Yuan was in a daze, he couldn't help but take a step and walk towards the Yellow Springs Road.
"It seems you have been waiting."
The snake-headed Yin-Yang messenger sighed and supported the somewhat weak dark-skinned man beside him. Although they were both Yin-Yang messengers, the latter was obviously in a very bad condition, as if he was suffering from horrible pain and torture.
"It's earlier than expected. He must be having a hard time..."
Zhang Xiaohu coughed lightly a few times, looked at the illusory figure that was getting closer and closer, tried to straighten his back, and forced himself to be calm, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Who is more miserable than you, waiting for hundreds of years, only to send him off!"
The snake-headed Yinming messenger had a good relationship with Zhang Xiaohu. Although he knew that it was taboo to talk about the Taoist Master, he still couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
This good friend spied a trace of "destiny" in front of the Sky-Supporting Divine Tree, learned many secrets, and was secretly summoned by the Hades. However, he could not live in peace because of this and was involved in the "fate" of the Source Lord.
Zhang Xiaohu has dark skin and a smile on his face: "No, not just to send him off, but to make him happy..."
Seeing that figure gradually approaching, Zhang Xiaohu let go of the snake-headed Yin Ming Messenger, and his spirit seemed to be forcibly restored to normal.
The snake-headed Yinming messenger opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say much in the end. He shook his head, patted Zhang Xiaohu on the shoulder, turned around and turned into a cloud of black smoke and left.
Zhang Xiaohu took a deep breath, straightened his body, and walked towards Li Yuanlai.
The meeting between the two was unexpectedly calm.
One party looked back at the past with a smile in his eyes. The memories of just a few decades in the mortal world, compared with the hundreds of years of life in the underworld after death, seemed so brilliant and dazzling.
One party misses the other throughout his life, but after death his soul is incomplete and his memory is severely lost. Only the instinctive sense of familiarity urges him to get closer.
"Little...Little Tiger...?"
Li Yuan's eyes were confused. The strong stimulation of seeing his old friend forced his soul to tremble. Some vague memories were forcibly brought back by his own powerful strength.
The moment the gentle call came out, Zhang Xiaohu's body trembled and he let out a long sigh.
"Master Mountain God, don't blame Xiaohu for hiding it..."
"If you knew that I was staying in the underworld as an immortal, I'm afraid you would try every means to bring me to a higher level, but Xiaohu has never been interested in this."
He bowed deeply to the remaining soul of Li Yuan. The simple young man who used to look up at the sky and the octogenarian farmer who slept peacefully in the coffin had never left. Or rather, they had always been in the underworld, far away, silently paying attention to Anshan and Li Yuan.
There was a gleam in Li Yuan's eyes, and his memories reappeared from nothingness like flowing water.
The Emperor of Taoism is above all the ways of the world. If one is determined to resist, how can the power of the dark hinder him? He can naturally maintain his true self and keep his mind clear.
But Zhang Xiaohu stretched out his hand and silently pulled Li Yuan's illusory sleeve.
"You are the Source Master, you have received the incense from the common people and helped all living beings. Now you are only a remnant of your soul. Don't waste your strength on Xiaohu. There are still hundreds of millions of lives over there, all waiting for your rescue."
Zhang Xiaohu pointed at the endless souls on the Yellow Springs Road in the distance, and walked towards them gradually with the somewhat confused Li Yuan.
Ever since he knew part of his "destiny", he has placed himself in the position of a guide, leading the way when Li Yuan stumbles or falls, so as to prevent Li Yuan from getting really lost.
Yuan Zun had died in battle, but he could not rest in peace even after death. The underworld was overturned, and billions of remaining souls were trapped in the six realms of reincarnation, unable to be reincarnated.
The Hades shouldered the Six Paths and was unable to escape; although the Blood Hell King, Hades Old Man and other powerful beings were strong, they were not worthy of being called the Dao Master.
Only if a new Daoist Emperor stands up and personally crosses the Forgotten River to repair the souls of hundreds of millions of living souls can we truly save the lives that were slaughtered and died and offset the aftermath of this catastrophe.