The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 1328: It Means You Are Fated with Him
Having already reached the Reincarnation Palace, even those who were foolish in the Mortal Realm should regain their clarity.
However, this person is still in a foolish state.
The monk frowned slightly.
The woman placed the spoon in her hand aside, waved her large sleeve, and a deck chair appeared out of thin air.
She lay on the deck chair, as if waiting for a good show.
The monk laughed, "You seem quite comfortable."
The woman shrugged, "Now that Horse-face is not here, I’m the only one guarding this place, with no one from above supervising, and no one from below needing attention. After distributing the soup, what else can I do but lie down?"
"Compared to the Netherworld, it’s certainly leisurely here."
"Is that so?" The woman smiled brightly, "Then stay here, and you won’t need to reincarnate."
Saying this, the spoon fell into her hand, pretending to serve soup to the last person.
"No!" The monk clasped his hands, "It was a mistake on my part to say that."
Only then did the woman lazily put down the spoon, "Hurry up, don’t delay my sleep."
The monk nodded, his eyes like torches, looking deeply at the foolish person.
A foolish person appearing at the Reincarnation Palace would be a person with an incomplete soul.
Where could the lost soul be?
Since it’s a person with an incomplete soul, until all parts of the soul are found, they should not go through the Gate of Reincarnation, otherwise in the next life, they’d be born as a little fool.
The monk felt quite troubled, "Do you want me to help him gather his soul?"
If it were a reincarnated Immortal, losing a soul might still allow them to become an ordinary mortal. But this person has been a mortal for nine lives; if the tenth life is still as a mortal, and still with an incomplete soul, in the next life they might not be able to reincarnate as a human, but might only fall into the path of animals.
"This is truly a big problem." The monk rubbed his bald head, looking helpless.
The woman lazily said, "It’s your good timing; it shows you are destined to be with him."
When Qing Luan saw the newcomer, it immediately yelled, "Old man, let me go, or you should know the consequences!"
Lord Judge didn’t originally want to be enemies with Qing Luan, sending Little Braids to find the azure bird was just to confirm some things.
But now seeing this small bird so arrogant, he was amused, "Already a prisoner, yet still so arrogant, you have some skill."
"You should know very well who I belong to! Do you wish to be enemies with my master?"
The shrill voice was extremely piercing.
"Shut your bird mouth, it’s noisy." Lord Judge casually waved the brush in his hand, and a large "seal" character appeared out of thin air, striking Qing Luan’s beak.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph—"
Qing Luan glared angrily, eyes ablaze with warning and threat!
"These eyes are really annoying, do you want them sealed too?"
Qing Luan’s body trembled.
It was shaking with anger!
How dare this old man!
To treat me like this!
I am the mount of the Mysterious Lady, if the Mysterious Lady knew, a mere Judge of the Netherworld, just a small fry who can’t even enter the Reincarnation Palace, dare treat me like this! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
He would be pulverized, turned to dust!
Must have the master kill him!
Qing Luan’s heart was filled with evil thoughts, reaching the highest point of wishing death upon the Judge.
At that moment, Lord Judge felt the killing intent from the other side, squinting slightly.
Qing Luan, the Qing Luan of the Mysterious Lady, is indeed a big trouble.
But who would know it fell into my hands?
That young ghost messenger is one of my people and won’t tell anyone.
Haha, does this Qing Luan want to return to the Mysterious Lady?
Impossible.
Lord Judge suddenly changed into a different attire, donning a monk’s robe, his smile benevolent, "Before becoming an observer, I was a person devoted to Buddha."
Qing Luan gave him a cold glance.
Whether the Divine Realm or Heaven, they all exist in different realms from the Buddhist Realm.
