Chapter 121: Nether Ghost Dao

Humans die and become ghosts, ghosts die and become zhen, zhen die and become xi, xi die and become yi, yi die and become wei, wei die and become formless.

Colorless is called yi.

Soundless is called xi—

This is actually a path of cultivation within the Nether Ghost Dao.

The origins of yin ghosts in the world are mostly just three types.

One is that the cultivator's physical body is broken and no longer usable, but the original spirit does not wish to enter the Yellow Springs to reincarnate, instead absorbing the murky yin and decaying punishment Qi, leaving the original and changing the quality, transforming themselves into yin spirit ghosts.

To turn to cultivate the Nether Ghost Dao and prove another lifetime of longevity.

This method is quite common in some lands and realms; within a clan or sect, humans and ghosts gather together, ghost mothers and human children live in the same room, all of which is not strange.

However, the Xu Du Heaven is, after all, ranked among the heavenly realms, far from what lands and realms can compare to, and now it is the age of immortal Dao manifestation, brilliantly suppressing all other profound robbery and ten thousand Daos.

Caging heaven and earth, containing and spitting out yin and yang.

Stretching the four seasons, disciplining the eight poles—

The cultivators in this heavenly realm are all extremely proud; if their physical bodies are damaged, their original spirits mostly choose to reincarnate, hoping to enter the immortal Dao Dharma system in the next life, rather than turning their own original spirits to degenerate and continue cultivation as yin ghosts.

Second, it is places of murky yin like the Earth Abyss.

The heavenly timing is not correct, the light and clear do not emerge, the yang Qi does not arrive, and the turtle and snake close their doors.

Over the years, the god of evil moves without moving, the divine essence moves without emblem, and it can also give birth to countless naturally formed yin spirit ghosts.

And the last one.

Is these yin spirit ghosts mating with each other, producing ghost children and ghost grandchildren...

Song Rupu was not transformed from the original spirit of a cultivator, nor did he have a ghost father or ghost mother; he was just an ordinary yin soul luckily born due to the creation of murky yin in the Earth Abyss.

At first, he was dazed and confused, his spiritual sense unopened; later, he did not know how many years had passed before he gradually developed intelligence and understood morality.

Although the Earth Abyss is a treacherous and dangerous place for immortal Dao people, for ghosts like Song Rupu, it is a superior place for cultivation, almost comparable to those blessed lands and caves in the orthodox immortal Dao.

After absorbing murky essence along the way and being swallowed as a snack by big ghosts several times, but narrowly escaping death, Song Rupu finally made a small name for himself.

Later, he even took the name Song Rupu for himself according to an ancient book, which could be said to be the time when he was most proud.

And the reason he was captured was also because he heard that the offspring of Lord Shanhu intended to recruit a son-in-law, so he specifically came to join in the fun, wanting to have a cup of wedding wine.

Lord Shanhu is a famous elder of the Ghost Dao in this land.

In the cultivation of the Nether Ghost Dao,

Humans die and become ghosts, ghosts die and become zhen, zhen die and become xi, xi die and become yi, yi die and become wei, wei die and become formless—

As for after formless, it is another vast world.

This old man has already been promoted from "ghost" to "zhen," and sixty years ago, he climbed from "zhen" to "xi."

Now he is a powerful ghost of the "Great Xi" realm.

And Lord Shanhu's companion, Madam Madam Feihua Granny, is also a "zhen," her combat power also not to be underestimated.

These two ghosts have occupied and dominated for I don't know how many years, ordering all evil, with hundreds of offspring, and the spiritual ghosts under their command are countless.

Although they cannot be compared with those ancient yin gods in the depths of the Earth Abyss, they are also a hegemon.

Song Rupu only intended to come and watch the fun, and say a few flattering words; if he could flatter the young lady to be happy, perhaps he could climb onto Lord Shanhu's human network in the future.

At that time, it would truly be a boundless future.

Unexpectedly, just after one meeting, the young lady who had already recruited a husband saw Song Rupu at a glance.

To show her sincerity, she specifically swallowed the husband she had originally favored in one bite, and then placed Song Rupu, who could not resist, under house arrest.

Three days later, it would be the wedding!

The person watching the fun became the fun.

Thinking of the young lady's appearance, Song Rupu felt a bone-chilling sensation, his legs trembling.

That was almost a mountain of corpses that was oozing pus and stinking, covered in green mold and yellow spots, only moving in vain.

The fishy, stinking evil wind exhaled from the young lady's mouth and nose was enough to blow Song Rupu from the water pavilion in the courtyard to the main hall, rolling along the way without stopping.

This was definitely not getting married, it was trying to take his life!

Song Rupu had also tried to escape several times, but was repeatedly blocked by a group of servants, unable to escape...

At this time.

The long-tongued ghost looked at Song Rupu, who was pressed to the ground by a group of big ghosts and unable to escape, pondered for a while, and felt that using force like this was not a long-term plan for harmony.

So she changed her rhetoric and persuaded him with soft words:

"Why is the son-in-law so stubborn and unwilling to follow?"

"You ask what you know! What do you think?!"

Song Rupu stared angrily, his eyes fixed on the long-tongued ghost; if it weren't for being desperately held down by a group of big ghosts, he would have loved to let the long-tongued ghost have a full meal of old fists.

"Flesh and skin are just external appearances, it doesn't matter."

The long-tongued ghost giggled, not caring, and opened her mouth:

"After the candles are extinguished, aren't they all the same?"

"True mother-fucking fart! How can it be the same? After the candles are extinguished, your young lady just needs to turn over to crush me to death!"

Song Rupu cursed loudly, his voice like a bell.

And the long-tongued ghost was not angry, just patiently waiting for him to finish cursing angrily, and when he couldn't think of any new words, she smiled:

"Say a thousand words and ten thousand words, the young lady is the offspring of Lord Shanhu and Madam Madam Feihua Granny.

Son-in-law, you have no clan elders, you are a lonely ghost, and secondly, you have no skills, and your ghost powers are unbearable. To say something unpleasant, if one day you are chewed and eaten alive as a dry snack by some powerful big ghost, there won't even be anyone to wail for you.

Only by clinging to the young lady's big thick leg will you have the opportunity to turn over and become a ghost; being so stubborn, isn't it too stupid?"

Big thick leg?

How can that volume be called a leg? It is clearly a city-battering ram!

Even if it is lightly pressed, one would lose half a life!

Song Rupu was like withered wood, his heart like dead ashes; after a long while, he barely opened his mouth:

"I don't understand, I really don't understand... your young lady clearly already chose a husband, why, as soon as she saw me, she was impatient, as if it had to be me?"

Song Rupu had a wooden face:

"I have been a ghost for so many years, and I haven't figured out what outstanding qualities I have? Your young lady really has eyes like torches!"

"Naturally, it is because the son-in-law is very beautiful."

The long-tongued ghost nodded firmly:

"The son-in-law is good-looking, the young lady admires him in her heart, what is there to not understand?"

Good-looking?

Song Rupu, who was in a rage, was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard some strange joke.

He silently raised his hand to touch his face, rubbed his eyes hard, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Since he had gained intelligence for so long.

With his mediocre appearance, this was the first time he had heard such a comment.

And the long-tongued ghost looked convinced, and the big ghosts who pressed him down also nodded, making him feel as if he were in a dream, only suspecting if he had heard wrong.

"I... beautiful? I heard Lord Shanhu has hundreds of offspring, and your young lady is considered the unfavored type; hearing it today, I know the rumors are not false."

Song Rupu's heart was extremely complex, half funny, half decadent:

"Looks like you really haven't eaten any good pork..."

The long-tongued ghost gave a look, and the group of big ghosts, each a zhang high, hurriedly understood, messily withdrawing their hands and feet, letting the expressionless Song Rupu climb up by himself.

"According to the old custom, not only the young lady, but the young lady's two personal maids, Xiao Chan and Ziying, are also to be concubines for the son-in-law."

She leaned close to Song Rupu's side while speaking, her fishy long tongue shaking as she spoke, making Song Rupu feel extremely cold, hurriedly avoiding a few steps,

"Xiao Chan is fine, she is like a big Vajra warrior, son-in-law, you probably won't like her, but Ziying is very beautiful."

The long-tongued ghost said here, regretting:

"It's a pity that Ziying took the little ghosts to the Old Willow Village today to collect meat goods from that group of murky ghosts, and I don't know what the meat color is?

The good meat goods in the human pen have almost been eaten by the young lady in recent years, and now even the breeding ones can't be found, making everyone's mouths lack some slippery taste, just hoping for grade-A meat goods, that—"

"Enough! Who wants to talk to you about eating people?"

Seeing the long-tongued ghost's mouth already overflowing with saliva as she spoke, dripping to the ground and making a sizzling sound,

Song Rupu coldly interrupted her endless chatter:

"Is that Ziying also a Zhao cultivator who eats blood food?"

"Son-in-law is really joking, we even have a human pen here, who isn't a Zhao cultivator who eats blood food?"

The long-tongued ghost retracted her saliva, smacked her lips unfulfilled: "Like the son-in-law, these Jing cultivators are truly rare; among the thousand spiritual ghosts I have met, I am afraid it is hard to find one Jing cultivator."

"Why not, son-in-law, try the good taste of blood food to dispel the fire in your heart?"

She flicked her long tongue and smiled:

"It just so happens that this old woman just got a good piece of goods from the human pen yesterday, not old, skin smooth and meat tender, heard it is still an orthodox immortal Dao Qi Cultivator, from what Profound Heaven Sect outside the Earth Abyss?"

Song Rupu kept a cold face and said nothing.

He turned and left.

"Come! Send the son-in-law back to his room!"

The long-tongued ghost clapped her hands, and several big ghosts hurriedly followed.

"Even blood food is not eaten, then there is no taste in living this life..."

After Song Rupu had gone far away and his figure could no longer be seen.

The long-tongued ghost turned around and walked toward the human pen, muttering to herself:

"These Jing cultivators are all fools, not on the same path as us Zhao cultivators, and I don't know what it will be like after the young lady gets married, and how she will deal with him?"

Thinking of this, the long-tongued ghost couldn't help but shake her head, just floating her body and turning into a gloomy ghost shadow, flying into the sky.

Under the hunger in her belly, she seemed to vaguely hear the countless screams coming from the human pen in the distance, smelling the sweet fragrance that permeated when the flesh was cut open by a big axe.

Her heart was hot, and her speed increased by a few points.

And another place.

Strange fragrance floated in the air, string music rang out.

Chen Hang looked up and saw more than ten tall yin corpses with green faces and fangs, carrying a dark red golden-silk soft sedan, slowly flying through the air, with a band of musicians blowing gongs and drums in front, and maids scattering flowers in response behind, the lineup quite large.

Yin winds drummed, lifting a corner of the curtain, vaguely seeing a beautiful female ghost dressed in purple sitting in the soft sedan.

She was pinching some kind of snack on the table in front of her with her hand, sending it into her mouth one by one, her eyes slightly narrowed, seeming quite satisfied.

"This young master is a rare guest, looking quite unfamiliar."

As soon as the golden-silk soft sedan stopped, a soft, glutinous laugh came from the sedan.

The purple-clad female ghost floated out of the soft sedan gracefully, looked at Chen Hang, was stunned for a while, and then opened her mouth shyly:

"Young master, why are you standing in such a filthy place, talking to this group of ignorant murky ghosts? Are you hungry? This slave happens to have some snacks and food here, why don't you use them first?"

She raised her hand to lift a porcelain round plate on the table in the sedan, moved it to Chen Hang, and smiled with pursed lips:

"It was selected and slaughtered from the human pen today, it is really fresh, not those overnight sour goods, young master might as well try it to see if it suits your taste."

The round plate was quite wide, with the volume of a banana leaf, and on it were delicately piled some dark red hearts and spleens, also decorated with flower leaves,

A very fishy smell rushed into his nasal cavity, making one want to vomit, his stomach churning, breathing uncomfortable.

"Among human bodies, I like these internal organs the most, feeling very refreshing and slippery, even the young lady sometimes can't grab them from me."

The purple-clad female ghost opened her mouth shyly:

"By the way, I haven't reported my family name yet; this slave is the personal maid of Miss Yue, Miss Yue is the offspring of Lord Shanhu and Madam Madam Feihua Granny, I don't know where the young master is from, and have you ever heard the names of these two elders?"

It's Lord Shanhu again...

And a Madam Madam Feihua Granny?

Chen Hang pondered for a moment, then bowed and smiled:

"Just a lonely ghost from the mountains and wilderness, where is there any prominent background, really not worth mentioning... The names of the two elders, forgive my shallow knowledge, it is really shameful, shameful.

As for this time, I was bored and wanted to go out for a tour, and happened to see a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the orthodox immortal Dao bound on the meat block, feeling curious, so I came to observe; if there is any offense, please do not blame me, girl."

"Going out for a tour?"

The purple-clad female ghost nodded, smiling like a flower.

Then she said; "This slave is called Ziying, young master, just call me that; as for this orthodox immortal Dao cultivator—"

She opened her mouth: "It's a coincidence, recently it seems many people have come from outside the Earth Abyss, not just him, there are many more, let me think, are they all Daoists from the Profound Heaven Sect?"

"Oh? Where did these people get the guts? Coming to throw themselves into the tiger's mouth?"

Chen Hang was slightly shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm, only smiling:

"The flesh and blood of cultivators are excellent blood food, I don't know if the girl has captured one?"

"Where would this slave have that ability, but the young lady personally took action and got a few excellent meat goods; I chatted with them and even recognized their names."

Ziying was high-spirited, counting with her fingers:

"Yu Wanchou, Wang Ying, Xu Zhi, and a Zhao something, forget it, I can't remember."

Xu Zhi?

Why is it him?

When did he come to the Earth Abyss again!

Chen Hang was shocked, forcibly restrained his gaze, and stopped his killing intent.

And at this time.

Ziying suddenly turned around, and then pulled her head off in one go!

"I still don't know the young master's name, by the way—"

She opened her mouth gloomily:

"Is this slave's appearance still good to look at?" ===== CHAPTER 122 =====