After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

Then, they entered the main hall surrounded by the crowd.

 

The altar for Heaven and Earth, the red candles, the lanterns hung high, the character “囍” was right above their heads. Everything was a familiar setup, but without the eerie atmosphere, it was all bright and festive.

 

The main seat in the hall was still empty. Priests had no parents, and Lu Yingjiu’s parents could not possibly attend. Only Zhuang Xue’s memorial tablet was standing.

 

But Lu Yingjiu didn’t feel much regret. His heart was surrounded by other surging emotions, filled to the brim, leaving no room for sadness. He thought, if his mother could see this day, she would be as happy as he was.

 

The master of ceremonies shouted loudly, “First bow to Heaven and Earth—”

 

They bowed to the altar of Heaven and Earth.

 

“Second bow to the high hall—”

 

They bowed to the memorial tablet.

 

“Husband and wife bow to each other—”

 

In this moment, they looked at each other, their eyes were incredibly bright, a thousand words hidden within.

 

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they bowed to each other, knocking open a beautiful story of marriage.

 

They got up again and drank the joint cup of wine.

 

“The ceremony is complete—”

 

Almost at the same time, they stepped forward, their faces filled with radiant smiles, tightly embracing each other.

 

This moment was eternal.

 

In the next second, the sound of firecrackers rang out, and amidst the tide-like applause, everyone cheered! The wedding banquet began, and the delicacies were served one after another. This was a carnival for the entire ghost world. Even as the night grew darker, the light still extended from the main hall to the far end of the long street.

 

The cups and dishes were intermingled, and the drums and music were all ringing.

 

Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian moved among the guests, chatting and drinking with them. Next to them was a group of fur balls trying hard to eat, they were scattered in every corner of the wedding banquet, crunching on bones. In the end, basically everyone had a fur ball.

 

When the night was deep and everyone was full of food and drink.

 

As the saying goes, there is no banquet that does not end.

 

——But this banquet did not end because the fur balls seriously blocked the traffic. They were already trying very hard to move their short legs, even rolling and running, but they were still too slow.

 

The flying ghosts and gods had all left.

 

The remaining ones were at a loss.

 

Jing Xian could only instruct the little ghosts to help.

 

Each little ghost carried a wicker basket and a long pair of tongs, picking up the fur balls scattered on the road, putting them in the basket, and then carrying them out.

 

Lu Yingju: “…”

 

He inexplicably thought of harvesting sea urchins.

 

When all the fur balls had been taken out, they howled, wagged their tails in gratitude, and then left slowly together—probably returning to their mysterious old home.

 

Jing Xian also arranged accommodations for his friends, as they all planned to stay in the ghost realm for a few days to enjoy the scenery.

 

So, everyone dispersed—

 

A red candle flickered at the bedside, casting a dim and gentle light.

 

It was a night of newlyweds.

 

Lu Yingju and Jing Xian sat side by side on the bed, whispering sweet nothings. Later, it was unclear who blew out the candle, and they both lay down on the soft bedding.

 

Cheek to cheek, inseparable.

 

As the passion reached its peak, with temples slightly damp with sweat, fingertips lightly tracing over the graceful spine, toes curling, moans being swallowed by passionate kisses.

 

When all the lingering and romance had been exhausted, all that remained was contentment and fondness.

 

In the darkness, Lu Yingju whispered softly, “I will never forget today.”

 

“Mm,” Jing Xian’s voice was slightly hoarse, and he smiled. “I have never forgotten a single day with you.”

 

****

 

The Ghost King kept his word.

 

After that, many, many more stories unfolded.

 

For example, the business of the office flourished, continuously recruiting new exorcists and ghost-seeking livestreamers, and decades later, it had become an exorcism organization that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Green Lantern Association. The bar, due to its exquisite decoration, outstanding mixology, and the enthusiastic attitude of its staff, became a popular tourist spot in Lujiang City, thriving with business. Everyone knew Lu Yingju’s name, saw his amazing talent, his vigor, his integrity, and kindness.

 

For instance, the Green Lantern Association, under the vigorous rectification of Chen Zheng, gradually cleared the atmosphere and gradually returned to the style of the aristocratic family. There was no intrigue, no unnecessary internal consumption, and the exorcists were devoted to studying talisman paper, walking through the long night, lighting a green lantern for everyone.

 

And for instance, Ye Feng received the recognition of his family. Although he was resurrected by a ghost, he ultimately proved himself with his actions. He often took on exorcism commissions, and when he had nothing to do, he made cocktails in the bar and chatted with customers about recent interesting events.

 

And for instance, after Xiao Li became a master, Chu Banyang took a few more apprentices, one of whom was extraordinarily talented and vaguely surpassed Chu Banyang’s momentum. Day after day, Chu Banyang rarely felt a sense of crisis, the top cancer and tsundere genes moved again, but he didn’t notice that his apprentice’s eyes were bright, as if there were stars shining.

 

Many stories were staged one after another, different characters took turns on stage, and each person had their own ending.

 

Until many, many years later, times have changed, white clouds turning to gray dogs, the sea had turned into mulberry fields. (TL: a metaphor for the ever-changing world)

 

In the blink of an eye, Lu Yingjiu had been a priest in the underworld for nearly a hundred years.

 

Everyone in the underworld knew that he and the ghost king were inseparable. The two of them stood together pleasing to the eye, they were considered a match made in heaven, and everyone who saw them was envious.

 

Life was quite leisurely, raising flowers and plants, birds and beasts, messing around with underworld furniture… Traveling around, returning to the human world was a common thing, living freely and comfortably.

 

Occasionally, the yin energy of the ghost world erupted, and the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade reappeared, and they went to war. The black-clothed ghost king raised his hand, and the blood mist exploded, invincible, while the white-clothed priest held the talisman paper, and with a light stroke, the ghosts retreated. They were invincible.

 

Another day of war ended, and they returned to the palace side by side.

 

The time was still early, they strolled for a while, and unknowingly came to the abyss at sunset.

 

Ghosts dared not approach the abyss, for fear of falling into it. But they rode on the yin wind, walking steadily above the abyss. The wind howled, blowing up their clothes, they moved forward, and in the center of the abyss, they saw the floating green island and the white flowers on the tree.

 

The white flowers were blooming every second, and in the wind, they carried a faint light and cold fragrance, falling into the abyss like fine snow.

 

A moment of blooming, a moment of falling, the white flowers were nameless, life and death were instant.

 

This was where Jing Xian was born.

 

The two of them, as usual, lay under the flower tree, with the green grass underneath being soft and thick.

 

After chatting for a while, Jing Xian suddenly said, “I miss our wedding day so much.”

 

Lu Yingjiu: ?

 

Lu Yingjiu said, “Why so sudden.”

 

——Actually, Jing Xian had mentioned it many times, from the wedding to the honeymoon to their first official trip abroad, from flower viewing to moon watching to boating on the lake. It’s been so long, but he still couldn’t forget it.

 

“Isn’t this reminiscing?” Jing Xian said, “I remember every detail of us being together, and I think about it from time to time. Every day is worth reminiscing.”

 

Lu Yingjiu: “…”

 

No wonder Jing Xian sometimes laughs by himself, it turns out that it’s the love brain acting up, automatically replaying their married life.

 

A hundred years have passed, and this disease has not only not improved, but has become more serious.

 

Jing Xian looked at him again, “Don’t you have anything to say?”

 

“What should I say?” Lu Yingjiu asked, “Could it be… could it be that I should praise your good memory?”

 

“Do you really not remember?” Jing Xian’s face was full of merit-seeking.

 

Lu Yingjiu thought for a while before he understood, “Could it be that you want to say that you have kept your promise and have not forgotten every day with me?”

 

“Yes!” Jing Xian’s eyes lit up, pulling him, “What do you want to hear? Our trip abroad, our honeymoon, or our two hundred and thirty tours of the underworld? I can reminisce for you and prove myself.”

 

“No, no, no,” Lu Yingjiu’s head was big, “You’ve proven it so many times, I believe you 100%, I believe you 100%.”

 

But once the Xian concubine’s words started, they couldn’t be stopped. Lu Yingjiu lay in his arms and listened to the memory of their wedding and honeymoon again.

 

In the end, Jing Xian said, “One day we can have another wedding and another honeymoon. This time we can have a Western-style wedding and a big diamond ring.”

 

Lu Yingjiu: “Hmm hmm hmm.” He was about to fall asleep.

 

Jing Xian turned his head and saw his thick eyelashes trembling in the wind, and his heart moved.

 

He said, “I remember… at first you always couldn’t sleep well, and you always had to make up for it every time you took a car.”

 

“Yes.” Lu Yingjiu closed his eyes and answered vaguely, “It’s been a long time.”

 

That time seemed like yesterday, when he was young and holding on to the longevity lock, as if he had grasped the only reliance.

 

Now the longevity lock was still there, and he no longer had sleepless long nights.

 

On the tree, the white flowers were still blooming and withering vigorously, and a few fell on them.

 

Lu Yingjiu laughed softly and said, “Although it’s been so long, it’s a bit strange to say this… but, I’m very glad to have met you.”

 

Jing Xian was slightly stunned, and said softly, “Me too.” He brushed off the fallen flowers on Lu Yingjiu’s shoulder, kissed his forehead, his eyes and brows were extremely gentle, “Go to sleep.”

 

“Where are we going tomorrow?”

 

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll talk about it tomorrow——”

 

This day was uneventful, and the flowers were in full bloom.

 

They slept in each other’s arms, and slept soundly until dawn.