lcionline Chapter 413 The King of Regret 3
Chapter 413 The King of Regret 3
outside the room.
What the guests saw was a mouth-watering picture.
The bride, Wang Xiuxiu, has had her veil taken off.
Her long black hair hangs down and her face is rosy and tender.
Coupled with her wedding dress, she looked even more charming.
"Hahaha."
"Mr. Wang is drunk."
"I think the bride is not a monster, but a fairy, a fairy who can seduce souls."
The guests joked.
"Is it really me who is drunk?"
Wang Youfu asked in confusion.
He turned around and found that the bride was indeed beautiful.
It seems that he was drunk and dazzled just now.
Immediately, Wang Youfu returned to his stupid look, drooling from the corners of his mouth.
The people behind him also encouraged him and he entered the bridal chamber again.
When he is doing his work, he certainly cannot allow people to watch.
however.
As soon as Wang Youfu closed the door, the beautiful bride opposite him turned her head into a fish head again.
"Wang San, I told you we'd meet again."
There was a sneer on Yutou's lips, and he made a voice that was familiar to Wang Youfu.
Wang Youfu shuddered, remembering that this was the sound he had heard by the river today.
The pants that had just hardened softened again.
"what!"
Wang Youfu screamed in fear and crawled away.
Wang Youfu undoubtedly became a joke that night.
What's even more ridiculous is that when people opened the door of the bride's bridal chamber the next day, they found that the bride had disappeared.
The next night.
Wang Youfu decided to find another concubine to calm his nerves.
As a result, the process of yesterday repeated itself. Every time he wanted to do something, the concubine's head would turn into a fish head.
And because he was frightened so many times in a row, Wang Youfu found that he could no longer make a tent with his pants.
By the third night, Wang Youfu had a high fever.
As a result, on the morning of the fourth day, Wang Youfu died.
After Wang Youfu's death, the villagers did not feel sad at all, and every household set off firecrackers.
But Yang Xiuxiu's family was not so lucky.
In order to vent her anger, the daughter of the Hu family arrested Yang Xiuxiu's entire family and imprisoned them in the Nanling City Prison.
Day .
A monk appeared in a small fishing village.
"Are you the monk who bought Wang San's leaves and gave him money?"
Some villagers recognized the monk.
They didn't know the identity of this monk, but they remembered that Wang San would change drastically in the future, which was closely related to this monk.
For a moment, all the villagers around looked at the monk with disapproving looks.
This monk was Zen Master Xuji.
Before Zen Master Xuji could speak, a Taoist priest came from a distance.
"Hey, Zen Master Xuji."
The Taoist bowed with one hand and said with a smile: "You Buddhists pay the most attention to cause and effect. You planted bad seeds back then, and now you have reaped bad consequences. I wonder how you will end it?"
"Left temple keeper."
Zen Master Xuji looked heavy-hearted. “Since this is the cause I sowed, I will naturally end the result.”
"Then I'll wait and see."
Zuo Jurong gloated over the misfortune.
He has always been brooding over the fact that Zen Master Xu Ji had snatched the ginkgo leaves from Wang San before he could.
Now that he saw things developing like this, he was naturally happy to watch the show.
If you want to know the truth, you must find Wang San.
Wang San is dead, and anyone else would be helpless, but Zen Master Xu Ji is a ghost walker and has the ability to go to hell.
Immediately, Zen Master Xuji said goodbye to Wang San, took out the ginkgo leaves, and came to the bank of Sui River.
The ginkgo leaves turned into a boat and Zen Master Xu Ji jumped into it.
Once on the ginkgo leaf boat, the Sui River is no longer the Sui River, but the Styx.
After Zen Master Xuji left, Zuo Jurong looked at the Wang residence, which was once bustling with people but is now gradually deserted.
"The wealth and honor of the world are just passing clouds."
Zuo Jurong couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, with a hint of regret in his tone, "If you don't follow the path of immortals, no matter how rich you are, everything will eventually vanish into thin air."
Facts have proved that Wang San’s choice back then was wrong.
If Wang San had chosen the giant ginkgo tree instead of worldly wealth, then Wang San would have become a person with great supernatural powers.
Ordinary monsters and demons have no chance of harming Wang San’s life.
In the end, Wang San chose wealth and glory in the world.
Now, in just a year and a half, a minor accident has claimed Wang San's life, and his wealth and glory in life has become a joke.
same moment.
Zen Master Xu Ji rode on a boat made of ginkgo leaves, slowly sailing on the River Styx.
An hour later, he arrived at the Naihe Bridge.
Immediately he saw a familiar figure walking towards Naihe Bridge.
"Fortunately."
Zen Master Xu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Wang San hadn't gone up the bridge yet, so everything was still in time.
If they really get on the bridge, Wang San's memory of his life will be erased, and then he won't be able to get anything out of Wang San.
"Wang San."
Zen Master Xuji quickly called out to Wang San.
Wang San stopped.
When he saw Master Xuji behind him, he was confused at first, then he became excited: "It's you!"
"it's me."
Seeing Wang San like this, Zen Master Xu Ji felt a little sympathetic.
He was really lucky back then. He cheated, no, he persuaded Wang San and got the ginkgo leaves, which led to the opportunity later.
Now, with the help of this opportunity, he has acquired the strength comparable to that of a true immortal.
If it weren't for this opportunity, the road to Vajra Temple would probably be no different from that of Wangling Palace.
Look at how miserable the forces in Wang Ling Palace are. They are still working for Yuhua Sect and may fall at any time.
He is also afraid that he will never possess the strength of a true immortal until his death.
"Monk, come on, give me back my leaves."
Wang San said excitedly.
Zen Master Xu Ji said calmly: "Donor, I gave you enough money at the beginning. It was a fair transaction between us. Both the goods and the money are clear."
"No, I don't want those belongings anymore."
Wang San said: "This is a world full of demons. When you are in danger, those treasures are useless. I will return all the treasures to you, and you return my leaves to me."
Zen Master Xu Ji said: "Donor, when we made the deal, I asked you again and again whether you had thought it through, and told you that you would not have the opportunity to regret it in the future.
At that time, you told me very happily and clearly that you had thought it through very carefully and would never regret it.
I still have the written document you signed in my hand!"
"I……"
Wang San suddenly felt as if all his energy was drained away and became depressed.
These are indeed the words he said at the beginning.
But now he had to admit that he regretted it, and he regretted it deeply.
But he did make a written agreement, so even if he went before the King of Hell, he probably wouldn't be able to sue the monk.
"This is all your trap."
Wang San stared at Monk Xu Ji, "You are a cultivator, and I am just a mortal. You took advantage of my ignorance to deceive my fate as an immortal."
Monk Xu Ji said: "In this world, there are many mortals who soar to the sky, and there are also many people like the donor who clearly have the opportunity to become an immortal, but have no chance to become one."
At this point, his gaze towards Wang San became somewhat cold: "Also, benefactor, I hope you can face the reality. Now that you are dead, there is no chance to regret.
Besides, I can enter the netherworld, and you can also pass on some words to your family through me."
Wang San trembled all over, and fear was in his eyes as he looked at Zen Master Xu Ji.
Although he was stupid, he was not really brainless.
The cold gaze of Monk Xu Ji was undoubtedly telling him clearly that the so-called bringing some to his family was false, and the real focus was the first half of the sentence.
The other party can enter the netherworld.
This means that if he continues to challenge the other party, even if he goes to the underworld, the other party may have the means to deal with him.
"All right."
Zen Master Xu Ji said: "Donor, now tell me how you died. I can't do other things for you, but I can help you get rid of the real murderer who hurt you."
Wang San suddenly became excited again: "Fish demon, it was a fish demon. It first threatened me by the Sui River, and then transformed into Yang Xiuxiu and my concubine. I was killed by the fish demon."
"Fish demon?"
Zen Master Xuji seemed to be thinking deeply, "Tell me everything about your encounter with the fish monster before you died."
Wang San did not hesitate and immediately told Zen Master Xuji everything.
After receiving the news, Master Xuji did not plan to talk to Wang San any more: "Donor, you should take care of yourself from now on."
After saying that, he left.
Looking at his receding back, Wang San's eyes were completely lifeless.
At this moment, he understood clearly that the other party was able to enter the underworld because of the opportunity brought by the leaf.
And such an opportunity was actually given away by him personally.
Wang San slapped himself a dozen times, then knelt on the ground and burst into tears.