Ever since Ouyang had begun cultivating, he had never heard any talk of souls or an Underworld.
Strange. Very strange.
That would have been perfectly normal in his previous life, where people believed in science, but this was no place that believed in science!
In a place where cultivators flew all over the sky and conjured fireballs at the drop of a hat, he had somehow never heard of ghosts existing.
And what exactly was the divine soul, this thing Ouyang had never been able to understand?
Even after spending so long in this world since his transmigration, Ouyang still could not figure it out.
Whenever he asked Dongxu Zi or Hu Yun about it, they always brushed him off with vague answers.
They merely shook their heads and said things like the Mortal World was the Mortal World, and Heaven and Earth were Heaven and Earth.
That only deepened Ouyang's confusion. Could ghosts be something that could not be mentioned in this world?
So Ouyang had only vaguely guessed that a divine soul was probably something like a soul.
But if souls existed, why had he never heard of ghosts existing? Perhaps he could find the truth here.
Ouyang looked at the big bald donkey before him. Just what was the background of this monk, who had looked like an evil Buddha from his very first appearance?
He had thought the monk was some Child of Heavenly Fate. Who would have thought this bald donkey would croak so quickly, that his life would be so short?
Hui Zhi seemed to read Ouyang's gaze. He pressed his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "I keep feeling that you're thinking something very rude, benefactor."
Heh, a bald donkey with a beast's keen instincts, too.
Ouyang tucked his hands together