Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation: Refining Leifeng Pagoda
25 Ghost Officer Zhao Li, is he a devil or a Buddha?

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Ghost Officer Zhao Li, Is He a Devil or a Buddha?,!

"Meng Po 37, the new Meng Po in the soul ferry.”

Wuxin looked at the cute girl in front of her.

The memories of his previous life were pulled back to his mind, and he was a little absent-minded for a moment.

As for Meng Po, she was looking at Wuxin who was in a daze.

She tilted her head and blinked again.

He took the initiative to ask," Who are you? Are you that guy's friend?”

"I was chasing this evil spirit just now, so I rushed to the entrance of the underworld. I didn't mean to offend you.”He didn't have the heart to introduce himself.

"Hunting evil spirits? In that case, you're considered a good person?”Sanqi blinked and asked again.

Wuxin smiled and nodded." Of course."”

However, no one expected Wuxin to be so shocked.

Another cold snort came from behind Meng Po 37.

……

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This guy has a monstrous demonic aura. One look and you can tell that he's not a good person.”

Wuxin heard the news and looked back.

A middle-aged man with a small mustache and dressed in the uniform of a ghost officer said,

Riding on the dark clouds, he rushed out of the netherworld.

Lai Sheng had sharp eyebrows and eagle eyes. Although he was not handsome, he had a different kind of bearing.

Wuxin looked over and felt that this person was different from an ordinary reapers.

As expected.

In the next moment, Meng Po37 turned around and called out the other party's name.

The person who came was none other than the ghost officer Zhao Li.

"Zhao Li? Why are you here?"

"If I didn't come here, would it have worked? If the King of Hell finds out that you left Meng Po Manor without permission, he will definitely punish you severely.”Zhao Li turned his head and looked at Meng Po 37. A rare gentleness flashed in his eyes.

After so many years in the netherworld, he really watched Xiao Sanqi grow up, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he treated her as his own daughter.

"But I really want to go out and see the outside world…Besides, this is a chance that comes once every 300 years. Did I go far…"

Meng Po 37 lowered her head, her expression a little aggrieved.

Zhao Li looked on helplessly.

He sighed in his heart.

However, he also knew that now was not the time to talk about this.

Especially when he felt the pure demonic qi that was emitted from the other party's body from time to time.

Zhao Li's expression immediately became serious.

When he raised his head again, his hand was already on the saber at his waist.

He looked at Wuxin in front of him and said warily.

"You monk, what exactly do you want to do? Taking advantage of the night of the full moon to sneak around at the entrance, could it be that he wanted to trespass into Hell?”

"Me? Trespassing into Hell?"

"Patron, do I look like that kind of person?”Heartless Rice asked.

"Very similar."

Zhao Li was very straightforward and nodded his head calmly.

"Monk, the demonic qi on your body is so strong that it's the first time I've seen it in my life. Who would believe you if you said you weren't a demon?”

"Hehe, since when can the amount of demonic qi determine a person's good or evil? If that's the case, isn't it too easy for you to capture souls and ghosts in the netherworld?”

Wuxin chuckled and asked," Patron, you saw that This Penniless Monk is a demon just now. What about now…"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed.

Ten thousand rays of Buddhist light appeared behind him.

At this moment, he had already entered the Vajra Realm.

He stood on the spot.

The land three feet in front of him seemed to have become a real Buddhist country.

There is a wonderful sound of chanting, endless.

Meng Po 37 was amazed.

Zhao Li's pupils suddenly contracted.

He did not expect that the difference between a person's aura before and after would be so great.

For a moment, he was at a loss.

He was puzzled.

Wuxin saw that the demon spirit of the Witch of the Black Mountain had already dispersed, so he had no intention to continue pestering the crowd.

His body gradually dissipated, and he was about to return to the City of Vain Deaths.

Before he left, he glanced at Meng Po 37 behind Zhao Li.

Out of kindness, he reminded.

"If one day, you see a child named Changsheng, don't hesitate to eat him. Only then will you be able to avoid the fatal calamity.”

"Eat children? No, our Meng Po can only eat evil spirits, not living people, let alone children.”

When Meng Po 37 was born, his father, Chen Shi, had taken away one of his acupoints, so he really knew nothing about it.

For many things, their reactions were more clumsy than ordinary people.

When he heard this, he was stunned and did not think too deeply.

He subconsciously waved his hand and declined.

And hearing her say that…

Zhao Li, who was originally deep in thought, instantly woke up.

Then, he looked at Wuxin's figure following the black lotus. Like a ghost, she gradually disappeared into the distance.

He became more and more determined.

"You actually instigated Sanqi to eat people. You're indeed not a good person.”

"Demon monk! Since you're here, come with me to the underworld!”

Although Zhao Li wasn't usually serious.

To be honest, he still had a sense of justice.

Saying so, he decisively attacked.

With a flick of his sleeve, a black light flew out from his palm.

It instantly landed on Wuxin's shoulder.

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