Chapter 210 Fengtian Hell
"This monk!"
With one stick, he blew up the monk Fengtian Wupanfa body, and he fell from the sky step by step. Feng Qingan looked up at him with an inexplicable look on his face.
"How outrageous!"
boom--
Soon after the monk's voice spread throughout the city, with its lingering sound, a hazy and vast land appeared from nowhere to reality above the City God Temple, where palaces were connected and incense was burning.
However, even this scene that only people who practice cultivation can see still seems to be covered with a layer of gauze, extremely blurry and unclear. One can only see the undulating magnificent buildings and the ghosts and gods walking through them.
Crunch——
The dull and heavy sound of a door opening was slowly heard, and a magnificent portal as high as the sky appeared above this vast land. This was an extremely real portal, and on it was written: Fengtian Yinsi!
As the gate opened, thick yin energy gushed out, covering the sky above Fengtian City and making the light in the sky dim.
However, this extremely pure yin energy only lingered above Fengtian City and did not cause any disturbance to the people below who were still living their lives as usual.
The gates of the underworld opened wide, the yin energy surged, and a mighty divine power spread.
Crash! Crash!
The sound of armor plates colliding was heard, and two rows of ghost soldiers wearing black iron armor and holding dark spears or black knives walked out with dull steps, standing on both sides of the gate. The ghost soldiers, who were wrapped in armor all over their bodies, had no expression on their faces, and a silent murderous atmosphere filled the entrance to the underworld.
"The City God invites Master Yinghai to the underworld to discuss the Dharma!"
As the portal to the underworld appeared, the ghost soldiers lined up, a deep and powerful voice sounded from behind the portal, and a figure emitting golden divine light, wearing a red robe and holding a jade pen and iron scroll appeared, looking at the monk falling from the sky.
"Huo, this monk is in trouble. He actually provoked the City God of Fengtian Prefecture!"
"Hahaha, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. How dare a foreign monk act so arrogantly here? It's going to be a good show to watch!"
"This monk may not even dare to go in. If he enters the underworld, he may not know if he can come out in one piece!"
Although it only happened in a residential corner of Fengtian City and many practitioners had not seen it, the fierce battle in the air between the monks from Tianlong Zen Temple and Fengtian Wupan was basically witnessed by the monks around Fengtian City.
With one blow of the stick, the bodies of ghosts and gods were beaten into rain of light. There was no doubt that the face of Fengtian Yinsi was slapped. Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the City God of Fengtian Prefecture had no response.
The reputation of the underworld will be completely destroyed. No matter what the conflict is caused by, the City God must maintain the dignity of ghosts and gods.
"I am a poor monk Yinghai, please lead the way!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the golden figure that was shining brightly slowly faded away, and the monk who was originally six feet tall transformed into his true human form and landed in front of Wen Pan.
Even though there were ghost soldiers several feet tall on both sides, he remained calm and showed no fear on his face when facing the thick yin energy behind the gate that seemed like the vast underworld.
"I cannot be the master's benefactor!"
Judge Wen, who came to receive the monk, took a deep look at the monk who had regained his original appearance, then turned and walked towards the underworld behind the gate. The surging Yin energy from the gate soon engulfed the monk's figure. Everything that happened afterwards was invisible even to the practitioners who could have witnessed it.
"This monk is so brave, he even dares to go in? Isn't he afraid that the City God will slap him into a ghost?"
"You think the City God is stupid? At most, I can teach him a lesson. This monk has a great background. If he is too ruthless, there will be another old monk behind him. Hey!"
"Just teach him a lesson? That's too boring! This monk is so arrogant. He even beat up Judge Wu in front of so many people. If they don't punish the monk, what dignity can ghosts and gods have?"
"If you think that ghosts and gods have no dignity, you can also learn from this monk and provoke them to see if the ghosts and gods can deal with you!"
"Don't give me that. If you can't handle the big monk, how can you handle a small shrimp like me?"
"If you were a great Yuandan cultivator, you could also shout and discuss the law with the City God!"
"Forget it. Even if I have formed a Yuandan, I dare not provoke this City God!"
As the figures of monks and ghosts disappeared into the underworld, many practitioners in the city who noticed this scene talked about it. Even Feng Qing'an could hear a few guys whispering around him. In Fengtian City, there were more practitioners hiding in the secular world than he had imagined.
“I can’t see!”
Many cultivators looked at the portal to the underworld that appeared in the sky above Fengtian City. It was hard to miss. They all looked eagerly and wanted to know what was happening behind the portal, but they could not see it.
Not to mention those monks who wanted to see the excitement, even Feng Qing'an could only see through the portal a particularly dazzling round of blazing golden light in the underworld, and a touch of Buddha's light facing the golden light in the distance.
"The gate to the underworld is not closed. What does this mean?"
"Isn't the meaning obvious? Fengtian Yinsi has lost face. They closed the door and didn't let us see. How can they get back the face they lost?"
"Then can we go in and take a look?"
"If you have the courage, go in and take a look. If you come out alive, tell us what the monk and the City God discussed."
"How can I have the qualifications? I am just a spirit, and I can't even beat the ghost soldiers guarding the gate. How can I have the confidence to enter the underworld to watch the fun?"
"Look, a senior has entered!"
In full view of everyone, an old beggar dressed in tattered clothes, holding a bamboo pole in his hand and a yellow gourd hanging around his waist, appeared abruptly at the entrance of the underworld gate towering above the City God Temple.
"I, an old beggar, would like to go in and have some fun. Could you please give me some convenience?"
The sloppy-looking old beggar showed his broken teeth, grinned frivolously, and bowed to the ghost soldiers on both sides.
The ghost soldiers on both sides were lonely and speechless, their sculpture-like faces did not change or react at all. Their lifeless faces were frightening, but the old beggar was laughing and had no scruples.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent. I'm going in now, so don't stop me!"
Not getting a response, the beggar was neither angry nor annoyed. He supported himself with the bamboo pole, swayed with every step, and slowly walked into the underworld. His figure was soon swallowed up by the surging evil energy and could no longer be seen.
"Which senior is this?"
“I don’t know!”
"Who knows him?"
Although the old beggar looked very shabby, the moment he appeared at the gate of the underworld, it was clear that he was an old veteran who played around in the world.
Therefore, there was no unconscious guy who commented on the dress of this old senior. It is normal for seniors to have quirks and preferences that are not understood by ordinary people. Otherwise, how can they be called masters?
"Another senior has gone up!"
At the gate of the underworld, which had just been quiet for a while, an old ox with mud on its hooves and a pile of grass in its mouth was led up by a smiling old farmer.
The old farmer who was grazing cattle did not say anything to the ghost soldiers on both sides of the gate of the underworld. He just stood there and looked at the gate for a while, then stepped towards the surging Yin energy on both sides and led the cattle in.
With the demonstration of the two great monks, how could the monks who watched this scene not understand the meaning of Fengtian Underworld? The gate was open and not closed, which meant that today's Underworld was open to anyone as long as they had the courage!
Therefore, not long after, a third monk climbed up to the gate of the underworld. He was also a bald monk with a bright red robe. He was so conspicuous in the dark-toned gate of the underworld.
"Oh, another great monk, how dare you come in? Aren't you afraid of getting hurt and not being able to get out after you go in?"
"You really underestimate the City God. Do you know how long he has been in this position? How could he bring harm to others because of something like this? And do you think he is a wild monk?"
"What's there to say? Who doesn't have a background? Who doesn't have a history?"
Amid the discussions among the monks hiding among the mortals in Fengtian City, several great monks broke into the underworld one after another. There was a handsome, elegant , fair-faced young man, a burly man with a strong bloody spirit and blood on his body, and a banished fairy with a jade-like face, a red skirt and a crimson hairpin...
A series of cultivators broke into the underworld, which aroused many cultivators to try their luck. However, when they saw a young cultivator with much lower cultivation level trying to enter the underworld, but was swept away from the gate by the surging Yin energy, many cultivators suppressed their impulse and understood what was going on.
Not everyone can enter the underworld to watch the fun. If you want to enter the underworld, you must first have the cultivation level to be fearless of the cold and gloomy air of the underworld. Those great monks strolling leisurely and carefree does not mean that small monks can be like them.
"When will you take them away, my Lord?"
At this moment, a voice full of expectation asked, pulling Feng Qing'an's mind back from the sky to the ground. When Feng Qing'an lowered his head, he saw a pair of eyes full of expectation.
"Take them away now!"
Feng Qing'an, who was equally excited and wanted to join in the fun in the underworld, had no intention of getting entangled with these ordinary and foolish women. This was all they wanted.
"Come with me!"
"Yes, sir!"
Although Feng Qing'an was just passing by, for the man, this young man with a calm gaze was more trustworthy than those hideous neighbors around him. At least there was no disgust or aversion in his eyes.
"Give me the child!"
Feng Qing'an, who was in a hurry to go to the underworld, waited until the man came in, then held the two children, one in each hand. Under the man's anxious and confused eyes, a gust of wind blew up and took him away from the house.
"Sir, you're back!?"
When Feng Qing'an brought the man to his home, the warriors immediately surrounded him. Since they had broken through the shackles of mortals, they could also see the underworld manifesting above Fengtian City. When they saw Feng Qing'an, these guys felt much more at ease.
Faced with the sudden strange phenomenon, these warriors in the Gangsha realm felt powerless. It was not a pleasant feeling to passively accept everything.
If they didn't know about the existence of the Second Young Master Feng, they would only want to leave Fengtian now, so as to avoid any inexplicable changes that would implicate them.
"Well, I'm going to go up there later. You can settle them down and give them two rooms, or find something for them to do!"
After bringing the man and the two children back to the unremarkable three-story mansion, Feng Qing'an gave instructions to Butler Zhao.
"yes!"
Although he couldn't figure out why Feng Qing'an brought back a man and two children after going out, Butler Zhao didn't ask any more questions.
These were all trivial matters. He could tell at a glance that these three people were mortals. The two children only had some spiritual energy, but compared to what this young master said, it was insignificant.
"Sir, you want to go up?"
"It would be a shame not to join in the fun!"
Feng Qingan said with a smile.
"Sir, what are you going to do by bringing me and my child here?"
The man, who had not even touched the ground along the way and was almost blown here sideways by the wind, was still in shock. He quickly hugged the two children, who were so shocked by the sudden incident that they had forgotten to cry, and then asked cautiously.
"Nothing to do, just take your child and live here. You probably can't go back to the original house, so find someone to sell it yourself!"
"this……"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the man looked confused and at a loss.
After something happened in his family, they had been neighbors for decades and began to spit on, insult and blame him, even trying to blame them for everything that happened in his family.
This person was clearly the young man he met for the first time, but he extended a helping hand to him when he was being criticized by thousands of people. This made him a little confused.
"You don't mind that my wife is a goblin?"
"No one cares here. Goblins? I've seen a lot of them!"
Feng Qingan glanced at the man and sneered,
"Okay, I don't have time to waste here with you. I'm going out for a while. If I'm lucky, maybe I can bring your wife back."
"Can you bring my wife back?"
The man looked at Feng Qingan in surprise.
"Don't expect too much, this monk is too fierce. Senmiao, are you going?"
Feng Qing'an looked at Wuyun Taxue who walked out of the hall.
"go!"
"Then let's go!"
The young man in white jumped onto the horse, and golden scales suddenly appeared under the horse's thick mane. Thick clouds also spread out with the emergence of the scales.
In the blink of an eye, the young man's horse stepped on the clouds and rose into the sky. Two wolves, one white and one black, also jumped onto the clouds. The confused man watched all this with his mouth wide open.
But soon, he could see nothing. At this moment, the sky above the colorful Fengtian City was empty. There was nothing there. This was what it looked like to the naked eye.
"Where is that adult?"
The man couldn't help but turn his head and asked the smiling old butler beside him.
"Dad, isn't my big brother right there?"
The little girl, with tear marks on her face, raised her hand with an innocent look. The scene happening in the sky was clearly reflected in her pupils, but she didn't know what it meant.
