Chapter 152 Uncle Master, I have a bold idea! (Subscribe)
As the voice fell, the golden light gradually dissipated and the golden lotus gradually disappeared.

Yang Ling was slightly confused.

He was mentally prepared for the golden light of merit just now. After all, he did help a little and made a contribution to maintaining the stability of the six realms of reincarnation.

It's just a small matter, there's no need for a saint to personally invite you, right?

Could it be that there is something else that he is calling me over for?
He didn't know much about this Pingxin Niangniang, he only knew that she was once one of the twelve ancient witches, Hou Tu Niangniang. Because she felt that the heaven and earth were imperfect and there was no place for the living beings in the world to reincarnate, this ancient witch sacrificed herself with great compassion, merged with the earth, and transformed into the six realms of reincarnation.

From then on, reincarnation existed in the ancient world, and all living beings could be reborn after death instead of becoming wandering ghosts.

There is also a new Lady Pingxin in the underworld, who can never leave the netherworld forever.

It is said that this Lady Pingxin is a genuine saint with great merits, and possesses power equivalent to that of a saint in the underworld.

At this time, Meng Xiang beside him cast a questioning look at him, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes, and her voice was filled with unconcealed excitement: "My Lord, I am going to Pingxin Palace to pay my respects to the Queen now, do you want to come with me?"

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, "Since the Queen has summoned me, I will naturally go to see her."

The Taoist palace of Niangniang Pingxin is not in Fengdu City, but on the top of Luofeng Mountain, where stands a magnificent Taoist palace.

The surrounding was filled with precious light, sacred and extraordinary, with strands of Taoist aura emanating from it, condensing into a thick, authentic holy light.

With Meng Xiang as his guide, Yang Ling was not afraid of getting lost. He rode the auspicious cloud directly across the sky above Fengdu City and headed towards the peak of Luofeng Mountain, which was 2,600 miles high.

Along the way, his divine sense detected many immortals and gods, and they all looked at him with curiosity and envy.

Perhaps these immortals and gods came to the secret realm of Huangquan to search for treasure.

For them, the ray of golden light of merit that Yang Ling had just obtained was enough to make them salivate.

In addition to these immortal gods, Yang Ling also sensed many members of the Wu clan who had no mana fluctuations in their bodies but had a strong aura.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a magnificent Taoist palace.

This Taoist palace is magnificent, as if it can accommodate the entire Fengdu City. Various mysterious runes are carved on the huge stone gate, emitting a faint light.

As the two arrived, the palace door slowly opened, and a solemn atmosphere came in. Yang Ling and Meng Xiang looked at each other, and then stepped into the palace step by step, without looking around.

Even so, he could sense that a woman in a luxurious long dress was sitting on a high throne, emitting an aura of supreme nobility.

She is Niangniang Pingxin, the supreme being in the underworld.

"Miss!"

Meng Xiang knelt down respectfully, muttering something to express her respect for the empress.

Yang Ling also bowed respectfully, "I was told to pay my respects to my uncle, and I wish my uncle a long and healthy life."

"Get up, no need to be polite."

Empress Pingxin's voice was unexpectedly gentle, soft and sticky, and very pleasant to the ear.

Yang Ling straightened his back and looked up at Empress Pingxin.

She was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face. In the quiet hall, she was like a peony blooming in the darkness.

Lady Pingxin glanced at the two of them and said softly, "Meng Xiang, you are kind-hearted and developed the Forget Worry Soup to help the dead souls get rid of the shackles of their past lives. Now I grant you the merits and honors to guide the dead souls."

The voice paused, then looked at Yang Ling and said: "Because you have guided the good karma, although the merits are small, they should not be underestimated. You have done good deeds and accumulated virtues in the world, and you will definitely gain a lot in the future."

Yang Ling had a strange look on his face, thinking: How do you know I gained a lot?
In fact, this time when he assisted Meng Xiang in making the Forget-Your-Worries Soup, in addition to the golden light of merit bestowed by Empress Pingxin, his biggest gain actually came from the system reward.

The moment when Forget-Your-Sorrow Soup was recognized by Lady Pingxin, he also received a system notification: [Daily Good Deed Task Completed]

[Task Evaluation: Legend]

【Please receive your reward】

【1. Instantly restore to the best state】

[2. Random boutique blind box +1]

[3. Free attribute points +100]

……

Yang Ling was not surprised at all.

After all, although he only helped a little bit, it affected countless lives in the three realms and six paths!
It was like standing on a giant, and he could pick the fruits from the tree without much effort.

Although you pay very little, you will reap huge rewards!

This also made Yang Ling very interested.

Such opportunities are extremely rare. One must involve countless sentient beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths in order to obtain a large amount of merit and system rewards. Such opportunities are simply not available under normal circumstances.

But now that he was in the Netherworld, Yang Ling felt that such opportunities abounded! All the way from the Ghost Gate, he found that this Netherworld managed by the Wu Clan had many problems, just like the Forget Worry Soup, there were many opportunities for improvement.

Any improvement you make will be a good deed that benefits countless sentient beings, so how can you miss out on rewards?

At this time, Empress Pingxin took the initiative to speak.

Her eyes were like a deep pool, staring at Yang Ling quietly, as if she wanted to see through his heart, "Nephew, what do you want in this underworld?"

Yang Ling's heart moved, and he answered directly and frankly: "Uncle Master, please understand. I heard that there are supreme treasures hidden in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm. I wonder if the legendary Hongmeng Purple Qi really exists here?"

Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, as if she was not surprised by the answer.

“When Daoist Fellow Hongyun died in the underworld, if he really possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it is indeed possible that he was hiding in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm.

However, the Yellow Spring Secret Realm has been opened many times so far, and the gods and immortals from the three realms have come here to search for it, but they have never been able to see it. "

Yang Ling understood what Lady Pingxin meant - the possibility of the existence of Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm was extremely small, infinitely close to zero!

Yang Ling has become accustomed to this answer.

In fact, in this era, not many people believe that Patriarch Hongyun really possesses the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

If it really existed, how come there has been no movement after so many years?
"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty." Yang Ling thanked her respectfully.

Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, then turned to Meng Xiang and said, "When the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is opened, you can take him there and show him the way."

Meng Xiang responded immediately, with a hint of excitement on her face, "Yes, Madam."

Yang Ling bowed deeply to Lady Ping Xin again and thanked her solemnly: "Thank you, Uncle Master."

Lady Pingxin's gaze lingered on Yang Ling for a moment, and she asked in a soft and meaningful voice, "Nephew, you came from the human world, have been to heaven, and now you are in the underworld. I wonder what your impression of the underworld is compared to heaven?"

Hearing this question, Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he vaguely guessed the intention of Empress Pingxin to invite him.

He hesitated for a moment and said seriously, "Since Uncle Master asked, I will tell you everything I want to say."

After he first stacked up his armor, he officially said: "The Heaven and the Underworld, one is governed by the Heavenly Dao, and the other is governed by the Underworld Dao, and they essentially have their own merits.

But if we really compare, the underworld is very different from the heaven, and it is also very different from what I originally imagined!"

He recounted all the chaotic scenes he saw on the road, especially the chaos of the six realms of reincarnation, which he repeatedly mentioned as the key point.

"Uncle Master, since you have divided the six realms into the upper six realms and the lower six realms, you naturally cannot let the dead souls rely solely on luck to reincarnate. This will not be of any benefit to the stability of the three realms and six realms."

Meng Xiang, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but show a bit of surprise and confusion on her face when she heard Yang Ling's comments about the underworld.

Empress Pingxin waved her hand gently, signaling Meng Xiang to leave the hall.

Although Meng Xiang was confused, she did not dare to disobey the Queen's will. She could only bow respectfully and slowly retreat.

When the palace door closed, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and depressing.

Lady Pingxin's eyes were like autumn water, deep and clear. She looked directly at Yang Ling and asked slowly, "Since you have seen the various malpractices in the underworld, do you have any good ideas to rectify the underworld and make the six reincarnations more fair and orderly?"

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly. He knew that this was a rare opportunity. Not only could he help the underworld solve the problem, but he could also accumulate merits and system rewards for himself.

But he still had a question: Empress Pingxin seemed too proactive!

He looked at Lady Pingxin and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Master, someone else should have told you about the problems of the underworld before, right?"

Empress Pingxin nodded, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, "My nephew is very quick-witted and saw through the mystery at once. No wonder he was accepted as a disciple by Senior Brother Taiqing."

"Uncle Master Miao, thank you for that." Yang Ling said politely, and then stopped talking.

Niangniang Pingxin understood what he meant and smiled, "Before, a disciple of the Western religion named Ksitigarbha came here and proposed to open eighteen levels of hell in the underworld to punish the guilty souls and make them receive the retribution they deserve..."

When Yang Ling heard this, he immediately understood the cause and effect.

Obviously, Western religion has set its sights on the underworld and wants to incorporate the underworld into the Western religious system to achieve the effect of expansion.

Empress Pingxin might still be hesitant, so when she saw me coming, she invited me to the Pingxin Palace...

Is this an attempt to cooperate with others or to wait for a good price?

Yang Ling was not sure about what Empress Pingxin was thinking, but he also knew that if the Western Church succeeded, then these opportunities to earn rewards would be lost in vain!

Thinking of this, he said without hesitation: "Uncle Master, I have a bold idea! Perhaps it can help the underworld to clean up the accumulated evils, and also let all the witches living in the underworld have a good home!"

Empress Pingxin raised her eyebrows slightly, "What can I do, nephew?"

"Heaven and Earth merge!"

(End of this chapter)