At noon the next day.

In Zhou Lianqing's expectant eyes, Xu Ping boarded a merchant ship bound for the southern Guangdong provincial capital.

Wang Hongguang next to him was also looking at his aunt longingly... Secretary Ruoyun next to him.

The heart of this beautiful secretary has been completely conquered by Wang Hongguang.

Only Huo Zhinan looked at the vast sea. As a lonely man, he could not feel the pain of separation.

The journey was calm and calm until dusk, when the merchant ship docked at Tianzi Pier.

"Brother Xu, I have to go see Master first. Let's meet up another day." Wang Hongguang stopped a car and said to Xu Ping.

Xu Ping nodded: "Please tell Mr. Feng that I will visit him another day."

Wang Hongguang agreed, got in the car and left.

Xu Ping looked at Huo Zhinan next to him and asked, "Does Brother Huo have a place to stay?"

He got an order from Mr. Huo to go north, which would be in a few days, but there was no need to rush.

Huo Zhinan smiled lightly: "If Brother Xu wants to fulfill his duty as a landlord, then I am willing to bother him for a few days."

After hearing what he said, Xu Ping naturally agreed and took him to the City God's Temple.

When he was leaving, he borrowed the statue of General Qin, but it was not used in the end. Of course, he had to return the statue as soon as possible.

After arriving at the Chenghuang Temple, Xu Ping said hello to the temple minister at the door.

When Lao Miao Zhu saw him coming, he showed a kind smile and motioned for him to go to the wing in the backyard.

Although it is dusk now, perhaps because the world is not very peaceful, or perhaps because everyone has nowhere to express their desires, there are still many people in the temple burning incense and worshiping gods.

When they arrived at the backyard room and just sat down, Huo Zhinan asked: "Mr. Xu, should we find a place to stay first?"

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "This is it."

"Here?" Huo Zhinan's face was full of astonishment. Most temples would allow outsiders to place orders, but that was only the case in deep mountains and old forests.

"Isn't it inappropriate?"

Huo Zhinan asked tentatively.

Xu Ping said casually: "It's okay!"

At this time, a young man came to the door, brought two cups of fragrant tea, and placed them in front of the two of them.

"Two guests, please have tea."

"Thanks!"

Huo Zhinan expressed his thanks, glanced at the teacup casually, and was stunned.

The tea is clear and fragrant, making you feel relaxed and happy when you smell it.

Xu Ping glanced at the young man and asked with a smile: "Nothing happened in the temple recently, right?"

The young man seemed to have never met a stranger. He smiled shyly and said very shyly: "No!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

After he left, Huo Zhinan said in shock: "Mr. Xu, there is such good tea in the Chenghuang Temple..."

“I wonder where it comes from?”

Both Huo Zhinan himself and Mr. Huo are also tea lovers. Suddenly seeing such good tea, it is inevitable that they will feel itchy.

Xu Ping smiled: "Brother Huo, this tea is not something you can get only if you have money."

Huo Zhinan was confused: "Why?"

Are there really things in this world that money can't buy?

He doesn't believe it!

Xu Ping stamped his feet with a mysterious look on his face: "This tea can only be found underground, not in the world."

"The underworld?"

Huo Zhinan was surprised.

Xu Ping nodded: "That's why I said, this tea can't be bought only by money."

Huo Zhinan pondered for a moment, looked up at Xu Ping, and asked, "The people here seem to be familiar with you?"

If you are not a very familiar person, you will definitely not bring out such tea.

That's not true, even the City God is my buddy... Xu Ping picked up the fragrant tea sent by the divine servant in the temple, took a sip, and said with a smile: "You will know later."

After chatting for a while, the sky gradually turned dark, and a burst of loud laughter suddenly sounded outside the door, "Brother Xu, you are back safely."

Just as the voice came from outside the door, the figure of City God General Qin appeared in the hall.

Xu Ping stood up and approached him with a smile on his face: "Brother Qin is worried. Although there were some mistakes along the way, I still killed the evil dragon. And I have no use for your shrine. Give it to Brother Qin."

You keep it."

General Qin waved his hand and said directly: "There's no rush, I just have something to tell you."

As he said that, he looked behind Xu Ping and found Huo Zhinan looking at him in astonishment, so he changed his words: "Brother Xu, who is this friend?"

Xu Ping patted his head and said sideways: "Let me introduce to you, this is Huo Zhinan of the Huo family..."

Hearing this, General Qin nodded and said hello. He was the god of the underworld. He didn't know much about the world's aristocratic families, and there was no need to know about them.

"Brother Qin is the city god of this place."

"City God?"

Huo Zhinan's face was filled with shock.

Looking at General Qin in front of him, who was dressed in armor and clearly did not match the dress of this era, a look of awe appeared on his face.

I was still thinking that maybe Xu Ping and the temple priest here were old acquaintances, but I never expected that he would actually have a relationship with the City God.

"Ah this!"

"General Qin, you..."

Huo Zhinan was a little excited. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

General Qin waved his hand casually and said: "Since you are Brother Xu's friend, let's stay here today!"

With that said, he called someone and took Huo Zhinan to the side room.

Huo Zhinan also heard from the conversation between the two just now that they had something to discuss and it must be inconvenient for him to be there.

General Qin stood far away. After seeing Huo Zhinan leave, he looked at Xu Ping with a serious look on his face: "Brother Xu, something happened."

"What's so serious?" Xu Ping raised his eyebrows.

"Something happened in the underworld. There are frequent wars in the underworld, and the wasteland is covered with bones. As a result, there are too many ghosts in the underworld. Everyone is waiting to be reincarnated. Now the ghosts are overcrowded and causing havoc in Fengdu, the underworld. The true king is leading the ten palaces of the underworld.

You, try your best to resist!"

Xu Ping frowned and asked, "Since there is a True Lord, Lord Yan of the Tenth Palace, there shouldn't be any trouble, right?"

Moreover, why are you telling me this? No matter how long my hands are, they can’t control the underworld!

Xu Ping did not say this, and fell into deep thought, trying to judge the meaning of what General Qin said to him.

General Qin shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Not only that, there are also people with ulterior motives who want to overthrow the rule of the underworld and take the six realms of reincarnation into their own hands."

"Although Master Zhenjun led a group of ghosts from the Lord of Hell to resist with all their strength, there were too many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated in Fengdu. Master Zhenjun said that if the underworld is lost this time, there will definitely be many powerful ghosts escaping from the underworld.

So that the yin and yang are confused."

Xu Ping fell silent.

He thought of another thing. This had happened before in the underworld. Tens of thousands of ghosts escaped from the underworld. That time, it was only through the cultivators in the underworld that they were able to recover them all.

I didn't expect that this situation would happen again in a short period of time. Is there some kind of connection between the two?

Some high-level officials in the underworld have evil intentions and ulterior motives!

He didn't ask this question, he just guessed. If he said it, it would inevitably be suspected of provocation.

"What can I do?" Xu Ping asked.

General Qin showed a trace of joy on his face, "Sir Zhenjun, I really saw you right..."

"No, don't wear a high hat!" Xu Ping stopped him quickly and said, "I'm no longer a fool, but if it's within my ability, I will definitely help if I can."

General Qin smiled and said: "What you said is exactly the same as Lord Zhenjun."

As he spoke, his face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What Mr. Zhenjun means is that if the underworld cannot hold on and you are willing to help, Mr. Zhenjun can let you make a mark in the book of life and death."

"But it's just a sum!"

One stroke!

Xu Ping's breathing stopped for a moment.

What does it mean to make a stroke? Does it mean that you can erase your name from the book of life and death?
To be continued...