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Xu Xian thought thoughtfully, there are difficulties in the Yang world, and there are also difficulties in the underworld. You will not be able to do whatever you want just because you have some magic power. Since there are difficulties, you must have something to ask for. Xu Xian said clearly: "You have invited me again and again.

, I must have something to ask for, and I haven’t repaid you for the kindness I received from you last time. You can say it, I will try my best." When receiving favors from others, you must end them as soon as possible. This is what Xu Xian is thinking now. The reason why Xu Xian came,

One is to see the gods of this world, and the other is to cut off the cause and effect of the Yang-Returning Pill.

Zhao Wenhui knows that etiquette is useless for this kind of people. He won't feel happy if you praise him, and he won't feel angry if you despise him. It's better to tell him directly, which will save both of them trouble. He might as well talk about his difficulties frankly.

Ichiban.

It turned out that he was an ordinary wealthy man during his lifetime, but he only accumulated virtues and did good deeds throughout his life. After his death, Lord Yama allowed me to be reborn in a rich and noble family.

It's just that he is not an official material, but he still has some sense of responsibility. After more than ten years of working hard all day long to deal with official duties, he feels that he is more tired than alive. A few days ago, he went to ask Yan Jun again.

He wanted to remove himself from the position of city god, but Yan Jun was angry and scolded him repeatedly, and rushed back.

As a result, he ended up doing good deeds throughout his life. He was so sad that he cried loudly by the Naihe Bridge. Judge Cui happened to be passing by, so he gave him a warning and asked him to find someone who could replace him. He went to Yan Jun to replace him.

He interceded. However, the more peace and prosperity there were, the fewer virtuous people there were. Every state and county in the world needed a city god, so where could he find someone to replace him?

That day, when he was meditating hard, a golden light flashed across the sky, and he thought about it and invited Xu Xian to take a look. He had been a city god for more than ten years and had some knowledge. When he looked into Xu Xian's eyes, he knew that he was exactly what he needed.

I checked the book of life and death again and found that he had accumulated hundreds of thousands of merits as a commoner. Although he had lost one hundred thousand for some unknown reason recently, it was more than enough to hold the position of the city god.

The faces of the four ghosts nearby were twisted when they heard this. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They didn't expect that the master who was always very good at taking advantage of others would be so thoughtful. They didn't know that Zhao Wenhui always looked so majestic when he saw the official. In order to be a good official, it was enough.

After more than ten years of pretending, Zhao Dashan, who always had a kind and smiling face during his lifetime, has turned into the unsmiling Chenghuang Lord now. Now that he can finally express his thoughts, I can't say enough.

Xu Xian understood in his heart, thought for a while and said: "I can temporarily take this position to give you some time to rest, but this matter is still in vain, and I can't leave the world of the sun now."

Zhao Wenhui was disappointed, but he finally felt relieved that he had someone to blame. The four ghosts under him were all warriors, and none of them could help him solve the case. Even he himself had to fumble around. Three hundred and sixty-five years a year

God, there isn't even a holiday, why don't you complain. It might be better if you have a beautiful secret, but the four around him are all ugly men who can lose all motivation to work just by looking at them. In this harsh environment

It is really not easy to work under such circumstances for more than ten years.

Zhao Wenhui said hello, and not long after, a mountain of copywriting was placed in the hall. He said sheepishly: "These are all the errands accumulated by Brother Yu over the years. Please start handling them tonight, Brother Xian!"

Xu Xian stepped forward and took out a book at random, flipped through it, and then put it down. "Is there any law of the underworld?"

Zhao Wenhui slapped his head, thinking that I was confused. So he took out a bunch of laws from the warehouse, and Xu Xian looked at them one by one. He already had a photographic memory, and now that Yang Shen has left his body, it is even more extraordinary. He can see ten lines at a glance,

Those kinds of laws are clear to the mind, and every word is omitted.

After a stick of incense, Xu Xian put down the last book of laws, raised his head and said, "It's time to start."

In the City God's Temple, Xu Xian sat unceremoniously in the hall. The files were placed in front of him one by one. He lowered his head and concentrated on correcting them. There were new dead ghosts in the hall who were brought up, crying, scolding, or begging for mercy. Xu Xian faced

Don't change your mind, review everything one by one according to the laws of the underworld in your heart, and there will be no hesitation between criticism and criticism, and it is very legal.

What he did was exactly what the city god did to judge the underworld.

Normally, Zhao Wen would cut off a ghost, show mercy to those who cried bitterly, beat those who scolded, praise those who were good, and reprimand those who were bad. But Xu Xian, no matter what the people in the hall were like, he just followed the laws of the underworld and wrote.

Rufei wrote down the judgment of each ghost, handed it to the ghost messenger, and pasted it on the ghost's back.

If the number is enough, another ghost driver will drive him to the underworld, or be reincarnated in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, or sent to hell to be punished. This is the meaning of the existence of the City God. If every ghost is escorted to the underworld for retrial, the journey will not be long.

Said: How many people died in the world in one day, how could they have so much effort?

One of the four ghosts was driving, one was guarding the ghosts, one was delivering papers, and the other was beating, all at Xu Xian's command. On weekdays, he could still take time to watch the trial, but today he couldn't care about it at all. Zhao Wenhui wanted to help, but he couldn't get in.

When I took it in, I was very happy and relaxed. I looked at the papers on the table that were getting lower one by one, and I smiled from ear to ear. I drank tea and looked at it for a while, then turned around twice and then went to the back to take a nap.

, the ghost knows why the ghost still sleeps.

Xu Xian processed the things in front of him as quickly as a computer, but he never stopped absorbing the power of the sun. Later, the ghosts in the hall only saw a single figure in the golden light in the hall, and no one was trembling with fear.

"Hey, grandpa has been in the world for decades and has never believed in evil. How can you pretend to be a ghost?" Suddenly a ghost broke free from the suppression of the red-faced ghost and rushed towards the hall. This attack was like a tiger attacking food, coming from a narrow wind.

It turned out to be much faster than alive.

He was only a few feet away from Xu Xian in one swoop.

The light on Xu Xian's body suddenly dazzled, and the strong soul felt like it was burning all over, and he tried to move forward with a fierceness, but the further he moved forward, the more pain he felt, as if he was about to melt. So he could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground.

On the ground.

The red-faced ghost stepped forward and pinned him to the ground, using the soul-locking rope to bind him tightly. He was angry in his heart. Dajue had lost face in front of the new master, so he made a few more mistakes. Don't blame him for his negligence, as he usually did.

Most of the ghosts are muddle-headed, and even those who are sane are rare. Even if they do exist, when they see the evil ghost City God, they will tremble as hard as a sieve and have an earth-colored face. To be honest, he can't restrain a strong ghost who is really not afraid of ghosts.

Xu Xian acted as if nothing had happened and opened the book of life and death on the table. This book of life and death is very interesting. Every city god in the world has one copy, but the most critical one is in the hands of Judge Cui of the underworld. It can be regarded as giving them power to use. It is a bit like a computer from the past life.

Host means online office. Of course, this book of life and death will not record every detail of a person's life. It usually only writes longevity. It is only used to record the merits and demerits of a life when examining the soul, but it only shows the important ones.

Yes, small good and small evil cancel each other out.

Xu Xian also tried to find out his own name, but because he had cultivated the Yang Shen, it was no longer there. It was precisely "Once you reach this state, you can settle your destiny." Xu Xian can still maintain the Yang Shen even if his physical body is gone.

Although he was in an out-of-body state, it would be a slight hindrance to his future practice. The City God saw this and asked him to simply die. After all, according to the rules, people in the Yang world cannot be City Gods.

With such skill, Xu Xian had already found the names of the people in the hall, and read: "Shentu Zhan, a native of Huaiyin, lived forty-two years old, and died with a sword and axe." Looking at the next point, "You will kill ninety-four times in your life.

Although most of them are treacherous and sycophantic, there are also innocent ones. Even if they follow the straight path, they will inevitably end up on the mountain of swords."

Shentu Zhan was shocked and turned pale. He struggled hard and the soul-locking chain he broke creaked loudly. He shouted: "Am I dead? How could I be dead? I'm not dead."

The red-faced noble officer scolded: "You bastard, I arrested you just now. You were drunk and you deserved to have your brain split open and your brains spilled all over the floor, yet you still say you won't die."

Hearing this, Shentu Zhan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with tears. He struggled even harder and shouted: "I swear to kill you, I swear to kill you!" It turns out that he is also a hero in the world, and he has quite a reputation for chivalry. He has been here recently.

He met a best friend, and they planned to get drunk together. Faced with his best friend, he naturally drank freely, and ended up getting drunk. He died and was still drunk. When he was brought to the hall, he thought he was pretending.

The ghost was causing mischief, and it was only now that he was sober.

Xu Xian in the hall said calmly: "I give you this opportunity, what should you do?"

Shen Tuzhan also knew that the man in the hall was really the City God. He had not believed in gods and ghosts all his life, but even here he did not change his expression. He kowtowed and said, "If you allow me to avenge you, I will be your best friend to repay this kindness."

He was filled with hatred for being killed by a close friend. At this moment, he would take revenge no matter what the cost.

Xu Xiandao: "Untie."

"Brother, that's not the case. A yin man doesn't care about yang matters, so how can we let him go back to take revenge?" Zhao Wenhui heard the news and hurried out.

At this moment, all the ghosts that had been backlogged for three months have been interrogated, and only the new ghost who died today was interrogated. Xu Xiandao said: "Brother, don't worry, I will know for myself." Zhao Wenhui hesitated after hearing this. He was not a strong person.

The man no longer persisted at this moment and allowed himself to be kidnapped by the ghost.

The Shentu warrior took off its shackles, like a tiger out of its cage, roared and ran away, setting off a whirlwind in the hall. Zhao Wenhui was surprised and said: "The new soul has such power, could it be the 'ghost hero'?" He said bitterly:

"Brother, if you let the tiger go back to the mountain like this, if he doesn't come back, he will be a big trouble in the future. You must have never heard of the Chuxiong Rebellion back then!"

"Chuxiong Rebellion?"

"After the death of the Overlord of Chu, his soul remained, and he raised a hundred thousand banners, turning the underworld upside down. I think this battle of Shentu will not be too far off even if it is not as powerful as the Overlord of Chu."

There is a saying that "gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people." It is not because they are afraid of evil people, but because they are afraid of those who are energetic. If such people join the army, they will become fierce generals. There is a story that a general led his troops to march and stationed in the camp.

When he dug up a big snake, the camp was frightened. The general stepped forward and drew his sword to kill it. At night, he dreamed of a white-headed man asking for his life, "Why kill me?". The general knew it was the snake during the day, but he showed no fear and drew his sword to kill it.

He said: "Kill if you want." It can be seen that such people, gods and ghosts should also be kept at a distance.

Shentu Zhan is such a person. Once he enters the ghost realm, he becomes a ghost hero. If he is not sent to reincarnation as soon as possible, it is easy for him to gather a crowd and accomplish something. No wonder Zhao Wen is so worried.
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