Chapter 142 Oil Pan

(The second update, the next update is about six o'clock)

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Am I going to die like this?

Under the dark sky, An Bochen looked at the City God Temple where people came and went, and his mood was inexplicable.

He was not too sentimental or too lost, as if he had just come to another place, calm and even a trace of curiosity. He has almost seen all the legendary existences. The immortals are like dragons, and the monsters are like the left, only ghosts.

Who is this godly woman? He can actually bring me to the underworld. The chickens she raises are really unusual... What kind of secrets are hidden in her?

Looking at the pious woman standing in front of the temple, Anbo's eyes were complicated, and then looked at the ghosts who were also tied behind him with ropes. They all looked dull and numb.

It's strange, why didn't I lose my mind? Is it related to the soul of the earth?

An Bochen muttered in his heart, as if he was thinking.

"Xuan Liujing's pious woman."

The ghost turned to the pious woman with a cold face and shouted in a low voice.

The pious woman's body trembled, bowed to the ghost pawn at the door of the temple, dragged An Bochen and walked to the temple.

An Bochen followed the pious woman with an expressionless face. When he passed the ghost pawn, he secretly glanced at him and saw that his face was pale, and his whole body was light, and his feet were about three inches away from the ground. In this way, he hung in the air without effort.

It is said that the bad guys went into the hell to put the oil pan, and then tortured them... Together with the owner of the Li family, I have killed three people, and I don't know if they will be thrown into the oil pan.

An Bochen's heart was tremated, and there were sad screams in his ears. Sometimes there was the sound of sticks falling, which made An Bochen more and more nervous.

After three entrances, An Bochen finally came to a gloomy and horrible hall, saying that the hall was not accurate. He looked carefully and fell to the door of the government office. Except for the big drums and stone lions without injustice, they were replaced by two rows of strangely dressed and pale ghosts.

"Who is coming?"

A majestic voice came from the government.

Qian Po shivered and quickly bowed down and said, "Little Min Li, for Lord Chenghuangjun, he is a middle-in-law in the Liu Kingdom of Yangjie."

"It turned out to be Li Qianpo. Please come in."

The majestic voice sounded again, and the pious woman got up respectfully and dragged An Bochen into the government.

An Bochen peeked around and saw that the wall of this "Yamen" was full of strange ghosts, with red lines on a black background, with a bloody smell. Taking a deep breath, An Bochen looked at the city lord sitting at the head of the hall. He saw that he was wearing a wide green robe, with snakes and scorpions, and his teeth and claws were ferocious. He wore a pair of high hats on his head, but it was similar to the official hat of the previous dynasty. Looking at his face, his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, his eyes were as big as a bucket, his beak was curled up, his nostrils were like a cow, and he couldn't help gasping for red.

As if he sensed An Bochen's peeping, Chenghuangjun frowned slightly, and then patted the shocked wood and said, "Wu Naqian, which ghost did you bring? What's your last name?"

Hearing this, Qian's mother-in-law worshipped and said, "I told the master that this person's surname is An and his name is Bochen. He is 14 years old. He was originally a child surnamed An from Xiyuanjing Village in Liujing."

Listening to Qian's mother-in-law's feelings about her background, An Bochen's heart was strange, and she reacted. She was proficient in divination and thought that she had figured out her origin.

Chenghuangjun brushed his beard, nodded thoughtfully, and said to the judge beside him, "Please book life and death."

Life and death book?

An Bochen was secretly surprised. In the play, he had already heard of the life and death book that recorded the years of mortal life and death, but he didn't expect that it was really there, and he didn't know how the gentlemen who wrote the play knew it.

Hearing the order of Master Chenghuang, the tall and thin judge took the lead, and a green fire gushed out under the sleeves of the robe to ignite the sandalwood on the case. When he was young, black smoke rolled in the air, covering the snake and scorpion runes on the top of the hall. The judge said something, the city god's face was awe-inspiring, and the pious woman did not dare to breathe. Only An Bochen showed curiosity and looked at the top of the hall in a daze.

Suddenly, the snake and scorpion rune cracked from it, the blue moonlight fell from the crack, and the thin scroll fell, and the sentenced official took it in his hand.

An Bochen saw it clearly that the word Liujing was written on the cover of the book, and it was so thin. It was just the life and death book of Liujing.

The judge opened the life and death book, looked at the Chenghuangjun beside him, and read it out loud: "Anwazi, a native of Yuanjing Village, later known as An Bochen, was born in the first year of Chengping and died in..."

He frowned. The judge did not read it, but turned to the City God and whispered, "Sir, this is a lifeless person."

Hearing the words, the city god king was furious and patted the wooden heavily. He stared at the Qian Po and said, "Bold Qian Po, do you want to harm me?"

The pious woman's face turned pale. She quickly knelt on her knees and pounded her head and said, "Xiaomin is wronged! The little people are wronged! The old master clearly learned that this Anwazi had a life root, but because he killed a person with no life root, he stole the sky and changed the day.

He frowned and turned into a Sichuan character. The Chenghuangjun looked at An Bochen thoughtfully and turned to Qian Po for a long time and said, "Who is the man you are talking about?"

"Liu Jing's son, Li Lin."

The pious woman said tremblingly.

Without waiting for the order of the City God, the judge opened the book of life and death, looked for it carefully, and looked up to the City God and said, "Master, the Li family was originally lifeless, but he was killed by a master."

Hearing what the judge said, the pious woman looked happy. As soon as she wanted to say something, she suddenly heard the voice of a teenager next to her.

"Li Lin didn't kill me. Why did he let me pay for my life?"

An Bochen, who had never spoken, finally couldn't help raising his neck.

Unexpectedly, the words fell, and the pious woman beside her changed dramatically. The city god king and the judge in the hall were stunned, and the ghosts around them also looked at An Bochen incredulously and whispered something.

"You, you, how can you talk?"

Looking at An Bochen in panic, the pious woman staggered, and her raised eyes were full of disbelief.

"Bold and pious woman, what kind of person did you bring to me!"

The city god slapped the shocked wood again and stared at the pious woman angrily, as if he was going to swallow her alive.

An Bochen didn't know why, so he saw a man walking up from the hall and whispering to the city emperor's ear. An Bochen only felt a little familiar. It was not until he turned his head that An Bochen recognized that the man was the horse in the bull's head and horse's face he saw a few days ago.

Looking at the City Lord again, he also looked at himself, and his face gradually showed a little kindness.

"I don't know that An Daoyou is a monk on earth. The pious woman brought An Daoyou to our city god. It's really a great sin. I hope that Taoist friends don't blame me."

The more An Bochen listened, the more confused he became, but he didn't know why the city lord suddenly became happy.

Jingtangmu took a picture of it. The city god king stared at the pious woman and scolded, "Bold pious woman, everyone in practice has no life root, but you say that he took the life root of the Li family... What are you thinking about coming here with a monk?"

The pious woman couldn't help trembling with her hands and kowtowed seven or eight times before saying, "Master Mingjian, although An Bochen has practice, he is not a son of the practice school. He is weak and will never cause trouble for the master. Master, not to mention Liujing, even the State of Liu and Da Kuang, there are few decent practices.

Hearing the words, the City Lord bowed his head and said no words, meditating, as if he was hesitating.

Seeing this, the pious woman gritted her teeth and said painfully, "I want to show my master. Li Lin has a lot to do with Xiaomin, and he can't die. If the old man is willing to exchange his life for another life and let Li Lin return to the sun, Xiaomin is willing to sacrifice fifty roosters to catch the lonely ghost for the city God.

When the words fell, An Bochen only saw that the city lord and the judge looked happy at the same time. He whispered something and looked at himself and his eyes flashed.

An Bochen's heart is not good. It seems that the transformed City God is going to change his mind again.

After listening to the two people's words, An Bochen had a clear understanding in his heart. After the death of ordinary people, ghosts enter hell without any mind and don't say a word. Only the soul of the practitioner can speak. At first, when the City Emperor learned that he was a practitioner, he was very afraid, but he was afraid that there was a cultivation school behind him to settle accounts. After being mentioned by Qian's mother-in-law, she knew that she was weak, and there was no practice school as a backer, and she was lured by Qian's mother-in-law for profit. At this time, she was already inclined to the mother-in-law.

An Bochen was thinking about it when he heard Jingtangmu's photo. The city lord in the hall shouted, "Come on, take Li Lin, the son of the Liujing family!"

"Wait!"

An Bochen took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Does the City God want to exchange An's order for Li Lin to return to Yang?"

The city emperor smiled inexplicably, then pulled down his face and said quietly, "I'm sorry, An Daoyou. The city god is short of manpower, and it is very difficult to catch the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts. Now this devout woman is willing to exchange for fifty ghosts and chickens, which is equivalent to fifty ghost soldiers. I can only look at her... Where is the bull's head and horse's face? Take the oil pan!"

Why do you want to take the oil pan?

His eyebrows were locked, and An Bochen was puzzled.

"Take the oil pan, fry you once, and you can take out your life and give it to Li Lin. From then on, you will fall into the hell, and hundreds of ghosts will crawl day and night, and the thunder and fire will cut your bones, and you will never come out again.

There was a hoarse voice in her ear. An Bochen suddenly turned his head and stared at her with hatred.

Although Li Lin was imprisoned because of him, he did not die at the hands of An Bochen. This pious woman turned right and wrong and imposed guilt, which was really abhorrent. And the Lord Chenghuang in the hall is a wall grass, which is also abominable.

An Bochen had a strong hatred in his heart, but he couldn't escape because of the rope around his neck, let alone anything else. At this time, he could only stand under the hall and wait.

A sad scream came from his ear. An Bochen shivered. Thinking that in the near future, he would be tortured day and night like those ghosts, An Bochen's face turned white, but there was nothing he could do.

Not long after that, the bull-headed horse came up with a three-foot-wide oil pan. The hot air steamed, and there were bubbles in the oily water, hissing.

It was not until then that An Bochen had a trace of panic. He clenched his teeth unwillingly and stared at the city king who was smiling in the hall.

As soon as he enters the hell, he is a ghost. Even if An Bochen can shoot a thousand troops, no one knows about it in the palace, but in the face of the underworld ghosts, he can only sit and wait for death.