"Probability: one in a hundred million.
It will only appear after eating the taisui fungus, which is also known as the Nirvana Body. "
"After eating the Tai Sui, there's a 50% chance that it will become a mindless monster and a 50% chance that it will become a Nirvana Body.
If one was lucky enough to eat the taisui fungus and survive, every subsequent death would be a reincarnation cycle.
They will be resurrected after tens or hundreds of years. They won't enter Hell, but they will lose all the memories of their previous lives. "
Qin Ye stared intently at the lines of words - It's happening again … That feeling of epiphany is happening again … Piece after piece of information began to form in his mind.
He stared unblinkingly for a full twenty minutes before he suddenly stood up.
So that was how it was!
Amidst the countless messages, there was actually … there was actually information about solving the three-day deadlock and the provincial governor lying on the bed!
"Since you destroyed my Sixfold Ghost King Diagram, then … I'll make you pay for it!"
He did not act at once. Instead, he deliberated for another half an hour. Then he crouched down and fished out the provincial governor from under the bed, the companion of the actor's self-cultivation.
"Brat … you'll die a horrible death!
I'll be waiting for you in hell … As long as you're dead, I'll light up your soul like a sky lantern … "Just as he picked up the talisman ball, a voice filled with resentment rushed out like a tsunami.
Qin Ye tossed it back and forth, "Granny Meng left something for me."
In an instant, the talisman ball fell silent.
"I just found out what's so special about people who have eaten taisui fungus."
Arakshasa remained silent.
"Other than that, I also know that the soul sphere is sent to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for cremation every hundred years … Not bad. It's very much in line with national policy."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Arakshasa asked coldly.
"Don't worry … I'll tell you a guess. It's just a rumor. You should listen to it and see if it's interesting. How about it?"
Without waiting for Arakshasa to speak again, he continued, "First of all, how many people die in Cathay every year?
I remember a set of data, five million. What about a hundred years?
Tsk, tsk, tsk … That's 500 million! Five hundred million pokeballs! Do you really need an Abyssal Prefect to deliver them to me?
Is he that bored? "
Arakshasa shut her mouth. She did not know why, but she suddenly had an ominous feeling in her heart.
"There must be a reason why it has to do this.
What was the reason?
I've suddenly thought of something, and that is … "Qin Ye smiled faintly and glanced at the soul sphere," The Naraka Bridge is a place where Yin spirits vanish. "
"Let me make a bold guess. It's because … there's no way anyone below the level of an Abyssal Prefect can enter Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Buddhist kingdom!
Am I right?
Even you, a former Infernal Judge … Tsk, tsk, tsk. Even you can only hide in the cracks at the head of the Naraka Bridge.
Not even an official Emissary of Hell like Granny Meng dared to cross the Naraka Bridge and approach Fengdu Necropolis.
Right? "
"That's all your guesses are?"
Arakshasa replied coldly. Unbeknownst to her, her attitude had subtly softened.
“NONONO。”
Qin Ye wagged his finger, "Let's move on to the second part of the story, and that is - I don't feel anything at all on the bridge!"
In an instant, the soul sphere in his hand stopped moving.
There was no struggle at all. It was as if he was dead.
"Are you scared?
I had just figured it out. Meng Po told me that the undead and undead body could touch all objects in the Yin and Yang.
As for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva … Unfortunately, he's not a threat to me at all. "
"In other words, it's entirely possible for me to make it all the way to Fengdu Necropolis, right?"
Dead silence.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk … it's important to be respectful when speaking to others. I traded the Ghost King Scroll for you.
That's my life-saving treasure. "Qin Ye responded with displeasure.
Suddenly, the soul sphere trembled, and Arakshasa gritted her teeth and bellowed, "What the hell are you trying to say?!!"
Qin Ye retracted his smile and stared at the soul sphere with narrowed eyes, "What I'm trying to say is that … I can't open the soul sphere as long as I'm alive. But if I were to cross over to the netherworld once more and toss you at the feet of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva … what do you think would happen to you?"
"Hmm?
The former provincial governor of the province? "
There was another abrupt silence.
Qin Ye didn't say a word. Instead, he continued to toss the soul sphere in his hand. As expected … Granny Meng was right. Both his and her heart were pitch-black …
"You can try."
Seconds later, Arakshasa sneered, "I'm a former Infernal Judge after all. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva won't be able to purge me.
Besides … "
She chuckled coldly, "You?
How dare a mere Emissary of Hell talk about crossing over to the netherworld?
You'll be torn apart by a thousand ghosts before you make it to the skeletal bridge. "
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Ye abruptly stood up and shut the windows.
"You … what are you trying to do?" Arakshasa's voice trembled slightly.
Qin Ye didn't respond. Instead, he picked up the ancient lamp that Granny Meng had left on the table and began to study it.
If I remember correctly, I'll be able to cross over to the netherworld once I light this lamp …
"What the hell are you trying to do?
It's useless. You can't cross over to the netherworld with your current strength … "
There was still no response. Qin Ye heaved a sigh of relief, and then opened the lid of the soul sphere.
"Truth be told, there's no need for us to be at loggerheads. Let me tell you the true purpose of the shard of King Yanluo's Seal … No, I can even tell you why Granny Meng specifically sought out the last Emissary of Hell … Don't you find it strange?
There are so many Emissaries of Hell in Hell, and some of them might even be lucky enough to survive.
Furthermore, there are so many eminent monks and daoists in the mortal realm. Which one of them isn't better than you? "
There was still no response. Thus, Qin Ye lit the lighter.
"Stop!!!"
A hoarse roar reverberated through Qin Ye's ears.
Qin Ye smiled faintly as he placed his hand into the ancient lamp and stared at the soul sphere.
"You're not going to pretend anymore?
You're not going to say that Ksitigarbha won't be able to purge you? "
This time, it was Arakshasa's turn to remain silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of gnashing teeth.
"Go on. I don't feel any sense of accomplishment from you acting like this."
"Shut up!!" Arakshasa's voice was filled with hatred, "What are you trying to do?
I'll be honest with you. Ksitigarbha can indeed annihilate me in an instant.
But you're bound to die before you even reach Ksitigarbha! "
"Fine, then let's just kill each other."
I&¥# …&¥#!!
These were the words that Arakshasa wanted to hurl at Qin Ye right now. She had fully experienced the feelings of a hatchet man.
Don't you understand what I'm saying?
Why do you have to die?
The world is so beautiful, yet you're so irritable. That's not good.
Haven't you ever thought about restraining your desire to die?
Haven't you ever thought about contributing to the nation's development?
What kind of person are you?!
Arakshasa drew a deep breath, and the soul sphere trembled slightly. Then, she spoke with a smile on her face, "Why take it so seriously? There might have been some unhappiness between us, but that's all a misunderstanding. I was only trying to scare you back on the Naraka Bridge. I'm actually quite friendly …"
Arakshasa didn't even believe her own words.
Qin Ye closed the ancient lamp and heard Arakshasa heave a sigh of relief.
Then, she pulled out Wang Zemin's soul sphere and shook it, "My request is simple.
Firstly, I don't want to die. Don't worry, if I don't resolve this matter by tomorrow night, I'll bring you back to Ksitigarbha no matter what. "
"You've destroyed my protective treasure, so you'll have to work for me.
That's reasonable, isn't it? "
Do you think I'm reasonable?!
I'm an Infernal Judge with hundreds of years of experience working for a mere Emissary of Hell like you?!
Back then, I could drown you with a single spit of my saliva!
"Very reasonable … very reasonable …" These were the words that came out of Arakshasa's mouth.
"Apart from that, I don't want you to think about killing me.
At the very least, I want a wisp of your soul, right?
If I die, you'll die as well. After all, a family has to be united … "
"Impossible!" Arakshasa gnashed her teeth before he could even finish speaking, "I'd rather die than give you a wisp of my soul!!"
"Is there no room for negotiation?" Qin Ye switched on the ancient lamp.
"... Haha … young people are always impatient … It's not that I can't give you a wisp of my soul, but there's a time limit. I can help you for a hundred years. But if you're still unable to reach the level of an Infernal Judge without the assistance of any other Emissary of Hell, then you'll have to release me.
Furthermore, if you manage to reach the level of an Infernal Judge, you'll have to release me as well.
The Heavenly Dao bears witness to this oath of blood and sweat. Nobody can violate it. "
Why didn't you say this earlier?
Why did you have to test my limits time and time again?
Qin Ye rolled his eyes at the soul sphere, "You'll hit whoever I say, and you'll answer my questions. Alright?"
"That's not possible. The soul sphere can't be opened at all, so I can't possibly help you fight.
At most, I'll be able to reveal my authority. But … since Hell no longer exists, my authority would only be effective against twenty-year-old ghosts.
In fact, it might not even be obvious. "
"It's fine. Then … let's do it this way."
"Sure … swear an oath with me." Arakshasa squeezed out the word 'sure' through gritted teeth.
She knew full well that Qin Ye might very well die on the path to Hell, but what if?
What if … he really ended up at the feet of the golden statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?
As a former Infernal Judge, how could she die with a mere Emissary of Hell?
There was no such option.
As far as she knew, her life was far more valuable than that of a lowly Emissary of Hell.
After reciting a long string of strange oaths, Qin Ye could feel his surroundings tremble slightly, and a sense of connection with her welled up in his heart.
He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
He had long since expected that she wouldn't be able to help him in battle.
Helping him in battle would mean opening the soul sphere. That was something he couldn't possibly do.
What he wanted was hundreds of years of knowledge from her!
Experience!
Nothing else was more important than that!
In fact, it was even more important than the Sixfold Ghost King Summoning Scroll!
One was a single-use weapon of destruction, while the other was a tool for long-term use.
How could a newbie like him survive in this mortal realm where evil spirits lurked about? Knowledge was power.
Qin Ye heaved a sigh of relief - I've finally managed to conjure up a portable grandpa … no, an old granny. Even though this granny might be itching to kill me at any moment …
"Alright, now tell me - why is this soul so important?
How am I supposed to break out of this three-day predicament? "