Chapter 117 Prime Minister Wen shows his power to sweep away evil spirits

In the sun world, under the Hengwang Mountain, the moonlight was just right, and there was a flash of light in the Laojun Temple, and Zhang Muzhi appeared on the jade lotus platform.

As for the Jade Rakshasa and many yellow scarf warriors, they were still kept in the lotus platform space by the little Taoist priests, and were released as surprise soldiers when they were preparing to attack Yuanjue Temple.

A ray of fire flew out of the hibiscus crown on Zhang Muzhi's head, and when he landed, he turned into an immortal fairy dressed in red, with a gold hairpin on his head and a lotus lantern in his hand.

"The underworld is filled with gloom, where is the place for living people?"

"It's better to live in the human world! No ghost kingdom or king's palace can compare to our own little Taoist temple!"

Fairy Changming stretched, shook her head, turned her arms, and couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Muzhi sat on the lotus platform, looking a little depressed.

Fairy Changming smiled and said: "What? Are you still worried about Princess Jinse?"

Zhang Muzhi shook his head: "It's not that I'm worried, I just feel a little sorry for her. I still don't understand her thoughts..."

"So what if you understand? Propose marriage to the Wheel King Xuehou? Marry Princess Jinse?"

Zhang Muzhi was stunned: "This... this is not possible. I bear the destiny, but I am afraid that I don't have enough time to practice, and I haven't thought about starting a family yet."

Fairy Changming spread her hands: "Isn't that enough? No matter how much you think about it now, it will only increase your troubles. It is better to do your own thing well. As for marriage, it is better to let nature take its course!"

Zhang Muzhi gradually relieved his heart: "Senior sister is right! Let nature take its course is the right way. I'm going to see Brother Lingguan."

"You and I are connected by fate. When the red luan star moves and your marriage comes, I will tell you again!"

Fairy Changming made a joke and turned into firelight and flew back to the main hall in front of Laojun's case.

Zhang Muzhi jumped off the lotus platform, adjusted his clothes, and came to the Lingguan Hall at the entrance of the Taoist temple. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a scribe in Tsing Yi standing at the door.

"I have met Prime Minister Wen! Has the Prime Minister not gone back yet?" Zhang Muzhi quickly bowed to pay homage.

Prime Minister Wen stroked his beard and smiled: "I have heard Mei Bian tell me that you, a little Taoist priest, have done great things in the underworld!"

"I wanted you to break into the Examination Department, report Li Shanchang at the gathering of the Ten Lords of Hell, and then use the marshal's sword to get rid of him."

"I didn't expect you to overthrow the entire ghost kingdom. I haven't seen you for only three or two days, and you are already one of the kings of the underworld."

Zhang Muzhi said quickly: "First, Li Shanchang did too many evil things, which caused the people to be separated. Second, the poor man only had the help of great gods from all walks of life, so that he could get away with it."

Prime Minister Wen laughed: "I have been chatting with Wang Lingguan here these two days. Wang Lingguan said that you are a variable in this world, and you can stir up troubles wherever you go. Now it seems that it is indeed the case."

"You are now ruling the ghost country. You must have made arrangements in the underworld. You don't have to worry about the monks of Yuanjue Temple peeking into the rift between yin and yang?"

Zhang Muzhi respectfully agreed: "Although I have stationed soldiers behind the crack, I still can't completely eliminate the hidden dangers. We need the help of Prime Minister Wen to break the Yuanjue Temple. By the way, there is also the demon in the Chen Mansion..."<

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Prime Minister Wen nodded: "Yuanjue Temple and the Chen Mansion have close contacts with the officials in the Jiangning County Yamen, so they should not act rashly."

"Now the monks of Yuanjue Temple are planning a big thing with Mr. Chen. I know that you have sent fox spirits to monitor their movements."

"I will find a way to clear the obstacles of the government for you first. I believe that by then you will also have the evidence of their evil deeds, and you can just look for opportunities to attack again."

Zhang Muzhi also understands that things in this world are different from those in the netherworld.

The great gods of Buddhism and Taoism value the Yang Realm far more than the underworld, because the ups and downs of fortune in the Yang Realm are a reflection of the movement of the Great Dao. This is also the reason why the gods in the upper world will not interfere excessively with the change of dynasties in the Yang Realm.

To give the simplest example, although the True Dragon Emperor in the Yang Realm is a mortal who does not know magic, he can control the power of human laws and can issue decrees to canonize gods.

Even though the little Taoist priest is now one of the ten kings in the underworld, he must abide by the rules in every move he makes in the underworld. He can raise a flag to rebel in the underworld, but he cannot act arbitrarily in the underworld.

Zhang Muzhi and Prime Minister Wen discussed some details on how to proceed, and then the clone of Prime Minister Wen turned into a blue light and flew back to the City God's Mansion in Nanjing.

The little Taoist priest walked into the Lingguan Hall, took out the copper incense burner from the Qinglian space and placed it on the incense table. Then he took out the peach wood sword, the Lingguan seal and the upright military flag to bathe in the incense.

Next, as usual, he recited Lingguan Baogao, lit incense to worship Wang Lingguan, kowtowed to thank Brother Lingguan for sponsoring the incense, and then told Brother Lingguan his experience in the nether world in detail.

Zhang Muzhi walked out of the Lingguan Hall and looked up above his head. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the night was just right, so he walked into the main hall to burn incense to worship the Supreme Lord.

Everything in Laojun Temple remains as before, even the subtle furnishings on the incense table of Taishang Laojun have not changed, as if this trip to the underworld is just a dream.

However, Zhang Muzhi's own cultivation has indeed achieved the appearance of two Thunder Emperors. He has a celestial eye between his eyebrows. If he calms down, he can sense the clone of the King of Retribution in the Netherworld.

The little Taoist priest has been in the underworld for more than two years. At this moment, he is the only one in the Taoist temple. Looking back on the various experiences in the netherworld, he suddenly feels like he is separated from the world.

Princess Jinse, Lord of the Tenth Palace, Marshal Guan, True Lord Tianpeng, and many other immortals that are rare for ordinary people to see in their lifetimes, take turns appearing in this journey to the netherworld. How can it not be eye-opening?
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After seeing these immortals and gods who only exist in myths and legends, and looking at the situation we are facing now, the evil monks in Yuanjue Temple and the demons in the Chen family seem a bit insignificant.

Of course, the little Taoist priest's current cultivation level is still not comparable to that of the Pushan monk, but his mind has broadened and he can deal with it much more calmly.

"There will be a drought in more than half a year... We need to prepare for this in advance. By the way, we still need to make good friends with the Dragon King of Jiangning."

"The drought is due to the appearance of the black mountain demon near Hangzhou... I wonder what the Tianshi Mansion's attitude is about this matter? After taking care of the matter of Yuanjue Temple, I still wrote a letter and sent it to Longhu Mountain."

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Zhang Muzhi was sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard. Thinking of the catastrophe in the future, he had a vague premonition in his heart that he would not be able to stay in Laojun Temple for long.

"Whether it's asking for rain to alleviate the drought, or going to Hangzhou to slay demons, my current cultivation and reputation are not enough to accomplish it..."

"We still have to enter Nanjing City..."

But it is said that at the southern foot of Tianshan Mountain in the city of Nanjing, in the study of the Emperor's Mansion in the capital, Prime Minister Wen was at his desk giving instructions on memorials, when suddenly a ray of blue light flew into Prime Minister Wen's body.

Wang Yanwu, who was sitting at the small case on the side, saw that Prime Minister Wen had taken back his incarnation, so he put down the pen in his hand and asked: "Prime Minister, that little heavenly master has returned from the underworld?"

Prime Minister Wen nodded and said with a smile: "Since he helped us eliminate the hidden dangers of the underworld, we will help him, starting with clearing up the official circles in Jiangning County."

Wang Yanwu thought for a moment and then said: "We are ghosts and gods after all, and we cannot directly intervene in the appointment and dismissal of officials in the human world. What is the Prime Minister going to do?"

"You also said that we are ghosts and gods, so we naturally act in the ways of ghosts and gods. I remember that the current surname in Jiangning County is Bai? Is the ancestral home in Hangzhou?"

"The Prime Minister remembers accurately that the ancestral home of County Magistrate Bai is Hangzhou, and his parents still live in his home."

Prime Minister Wen picked up the writing brush on the table, dipped it in ink and wrote a statement, handed it to Wang Yanwu, and said: "Send it to the City God of Hangzhou on a secret mission, and ask him to handle it quickly without delay!"

Wang Yanwu took the note with both hands and walked out of the study to arrange for the messenger to pass the order.

There is a Bai Mansion on the edge of the West Lake in Hangzhou City. Mr. Bai in the mansion is an old scholar with many years of experience. Later, after repeated attempts, he gave up his ambition to gain fame and taught the children of the clan to read. This can be regarded as a heirloom of poetry and calligraphy.

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The descendants of the Bai family are also trying their best. Master Bai's nephew and his eldest son Bai Jia were both successful candidates and were appointed officials in the south of the Yangtze River.

Especially the eldest son, Bai Jia, is the county magistrate in Jiangning County. Jiangning is a prosperous and prosperous place and is close to Nanjing. As long as he works well, he will be easily promoted in the future.

Now Mr. Bai only has a fourteen-year-old son by his side to serve him, and he has also become a scholar.

On this day, the moonlight was just right. Mr. Bai had nothing to do and became poetic, so he prepared wine and food in the garden without asking anyone to wait on him. He drank and drank by himself very comfortably.

While admiring the moon, Mr. Bai casually recited a few poems about the moon by Li Taibai, Su Dongpo and others. Gradually, he got drunk, and vaguely saw a distant relative of his named Ding approaching, wearing a uniform of a police officer.
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"Brother Ding Xian, why do you have time to come to my house to see me today? Huh? When did you get a job in the Yamen?"

Mr. Bai was in a daze after drinking, and because he was old, he had forgotten that this distant relative named Ding had died five or six years ago.

Ding Tingwei came to sit across the table, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "The eldest son of my brother's family is an official in Jiangning County. There has been no news for two years, right?"

Mr. Bai was stunned and couldn't help but sigh: "That beast Bai Jia didn't even send a letter..."

Ding Tingwei came over and held Master Bai's arm: "I know that my brother misses the eldest son, so I took advantage of my official duties to take him to see him!"

Mr. Bai stood up involuntarily and muttered: "He is in Jiangning and I am in Hangzhou. We are so far apart, how can we see each other..."

Ding Tingwei smiled, did not open his mouth to explain, pulled Mr. Bai out and walked out. After leaving the mansion, a dark wind rose under his feet, carrying the two of them towards Nanjing.

Mr. Bai was so drunk that he felt that all the scenery in front of him had turned into a blur of mist, passing by before he could see it clearly. He couldn't help but chuckle: "Brother Ding Xian's footsteps are so fast, brother, I can't even catch him."

I know you have this ability..."

"I didn't have this ability in the first place, I only got it when I became an errand!" Ding Tingwei responded casually, with the wind constantly blowing under his feet. After half an hour, he led Mr. Bai to a magnificent government office.

Mr. Bai was awakened by the cold wind and saw many halberds and flags lined up on both sides outside the Yamen. There were also messengers with horizontal knives hanging from their waists patrolling the Yamen.

"This is the government office where my son works? Why is it so majestic? It doesn't look like a county government office..."

"This is the yamen of the Nanjing Inspectorate. It is responsible for supervising the civil and military officials of our dynasty south of the Yangtze River. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter without permission. It is naturally more dignified. Now I have ordered my nephew to serve in the yamen."

"Oh! Oh! My nephew has just been appointed. He is probably a seventh- or eighth-grade official, and he has no personal connections. We should not go in if we have nothing to do..."

Mr. Bai stretched his neck and took a look inside the yamen, and vaguely saw a majestic official sitting in the hall, wearing an official uniform embroidered with Xiechi patterns, holding a gavel and asking questions.

Below, a criminal in prison uniform is kneeling, kowtowing and begging for mercy. I wonder if he is an official who committed the crime.

Ding Tingwei smiled and reminded: "It's okay if I don't go in now, your eldest son will come here in a few days, and I can follow him in and have a look!"

Mr. Bai didn't react. He stroked his beard and nodded: "My son is going to be promoted to work here? Excellent! Excellent!"

Seeing that the old brother didn't understand, Ding Tingwei stopped explaining and supported Mr. Bai again: "Let's go see Mr. Ling's Yamen."

Just as Mr. Bai was about to nod, Ding Tingwei was already driving towards Jiangning County in Yin Feng again.

After half a stick of incense, the cold wind stopped, and Ding Tingwei took Mr. Bai to the Jiangning County Yamen: "Let's go in and take a look!"

Mr. Bai shook his head, feeling that his drunkenness had dissipated a little. He stretched his neck and looked at the county government office. He saw several ferocious jackals lying guarding the door. Their eyes were scarlet and their fangs were sharp. They looked very scary.<
To be continued...