In the double room of Paiguan, boiled lamps and rice are sprinkled softly, snow-white checkered sheets and bedding, yellow bedside tables, and light blue curtains are monotonous, simple and elegant.

Chen Chaojiang was lying on the bed outside, carving the maple knot on his back.

Xu Zhengyang sat on the edge of the bed in the back, staring at the dark brown ironwood box in deep thought. The first windfall he made after becoming a priest was the two gold bars placed in the ironwood box.

Today on the second floor of Guxiangxuan's shop, when I accidentally found this iron pear wood box placed in the corner of the locker, Xu Zhengyang was just a little confused and thought about taking it down to take a look, and also thought about what he had done a few months ago.

The scene when the family still owes a lot of debt.

But when he took it in his hand, he immediately sensed the unique aura exuding from the iron pear wood box.

He had previously worried about where to find the iron pear wood used to make the Judge's Pen, but when he took the iron pear wood box in his hand, he immediately felt certain that this iron pear wood box was the material used to make the Judge's Pen and had been soaked in the air of the underworld for more than a hundred years.

Ironwood. In other words, under the stone bridge in the east of the village, it is possible that the place between the underworld and the human world connects.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the aura that the ironwood box itself exudes that causes people in the world who don't know what's special about it to have some inexplicable feeling of disgust towards it.

Fortunately, it has this kind of aura, otherwise if it were to be sold, where would I find this thing?

Xu Zhengyang glanced at Chen Chaojiang, who was lying there concentrating on sculpting classical beauties, and sighed helplessly, then no longer hesitated, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

A clear and sweet singing voice came from the phone. After a few seconds, the phone was connected, and Zhan Xiaohui said with a trembling voice, "Sir, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Um."

"Your command!"

"Go and demolish the Judge's Temple on Huanshuishan Mountain. Oh, you can also change it into a Tujia Temple and offer incense. The Judge's Temple in Chengjia Village has also been renovated."

"Sir, are you angry?" Zhan Xiaohui asked anxiously.

"No, after the changes, come to Kuihe City and find a way to build a judge's temple. It doesn't matter how big or small it is, the sooner the better! Well, the incense must be offered."

"Okay, no problem, I'll go to maintain it right away!"

"Um."

"Sir, when can I see you?"

"Let's talk again."

"Okay, okay, oh yes." Sir, there is a Chenglong Temple in the north of Zehe City, and there is a memorial tablet for the judge inside.

"Huh?" Xu Zhengyang was stunned, he didn't expect this.

Zhan Xiaohui then asked: "Sir, have you been promoted? Congratulations.

"Asking too many

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to build the temple right away and put up incense and make offerings."

"Yeah." Xu Zhengyang hung up.

Inside the house, it's quiet.

Chen Chaojiang stopped what he was doing and looked sideways at Xu Zhengyang, with a rare hint of surprise in his slender, cold eyes.

Xu Zhengyang smiled, touched the cigarette on the bedside table, threw one to Chen Chaojiang, and then lit one and smoked it.

"Are you the God of Earth?" Chen Chaojiang finally couldn't help but asked softly.

"You said you believed me, why do you still ask?" Xu Zhengyang smoked a cigarette and did not answer directly and clearly.

"Nonsense. The trace of surprise in Chen Chaojiang's eyes disappeared in an instant. The pale face and the coldness in his eyes made it impossible to see the huge shock and turmoil in his heart. He said lightly: "I believe it because I thought you and

The Earth God is a close friend, as people in the village say."

Xu Zhengyang took off his shoes, sat on the bed and leaned against the wall, crossed his legs and said with a smile: "What now?"

"I didn't feel very good. Chen Chaojiang also sat up. He sighed and said, "Come on, why the hell is there a god? And... it's you."

"Jealous?.

"That's nonsense." Chen Chaojiang curled his lips, threw the rosewood knot and the dagger on the bedside table, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. He said quietly: "I don't regard you as a god."

Xu Zhengyang smiled and said, "Well, we are good brothers."

"Don't talk too much. It's better not to let too many people know about this."

"Um

"But you just called someone in this capacity."

"Special case."

"Oh, Chen Chaojiang nodded, "I still like you as you were before,"

Xu Zhengyang's face straightened and he said seriously: "Pay attention to the words you use. The word "like" can easily cause misunderstanding!"

"Why are your thoughts so dirty?" Chen Chaojiang glanced at Xu Zhengyang with disdain.

Xu Zhengyang was happy and said: "I like you now."

"roll,"

For a while, the room became quiet again, and both of them seemed to be thinking about something.

"Zhengyang. I found that I am useless again." Chen Chaojiang suddenly sighed.

Xu Zhengyang was startled. Then he understood the meaning of Chen Chaojiang's words, and smiled: "Chaojiang, it's not as serious as you think. I'm still a human being. I was beaten and drank too much and vomited. If I were hit by a bullet today, it would be fine."

It will kill me."

"Huh?" Chen Chaojiang looked at Xu Zhengyang.

"Do not lie to you."

"I believe you." Chen Chaojiang nodded.

"sleep."

"Um."

Chen Chaojiang turned off the light and the two of them lay down in their clothes.

On the light blue curtains, some light from the street lamps outside was faintly transmitted, and the shadows of the trees fell on the curtains, shaking slightly. Naturally, Xu Zhengyang would not fall asleep, and quietly looked up at the ceiling in the darkness, his vision gradually

Adapted to the dark light in the house.

After a long time, he heard Chen Chaojiang's slight arrogance.

Xu Zhengyang wanted to turn over to confirm, but he was worried about waking up Chen Chaojiang. This guy was always alert, especially with another shooting incident today, he must be even more alert.

Just as he was about to start making the Judge's Pen, Chen Chaojiang's faint voice suddenly sounded: "Zhengyang, if you are who you were before, at least you will still look the same as before, not just in front of me, but also in front of others,"

"Well, Xu Zhengyang was stunned for a moment and then agreed.

Chen Chaojiang stopped talking, and after a while, a slight rustling sound sounded again.

Xu Zhengyang was a little annoyed, and a trace of thought quietly came out, confirming that Chen Chaojiang was really asleep this time, and then narrowed his eyes slightly. The power of his thought instantly covered the dark brown iron pear wood box on the bedside table, and his mind

He meditated on the appearance of the judge's pen, and then with his thoughts, the ironwood box on the bedside table glowed with a soft yellow light that ordinary people could not see. The ironwood box quickly disappeared. But in Xu Zhengyang's mind,

A writing brush about half a meter long and as thick as a baby's arm appeared, but the round tip at the end of the pen was not so smooth and seemed a bit stiff.

Damn, why is this such a big thing? You can’t use it as a pen when you take it out, but it can be used when fighting.

Xu Zhengyang's mind returned to the verdict book and asked: What should the judge's pen look like?

The answer is: It is up to the judge to decide according to his preference.

"Well, that's it." Xu Zhengyang thought for a while, and activated the large and awkward judge pen with his mind. In an instant, the thick judge pen was transformed into thirty Pu Zhen Yong Er Er Zhi's size, which was much more comfortable.

Use poles and put them in Dianzhou fields for later use.

As soon as this idea came up, I saw that all thirty judge pens in my mind were included in the final decision book.

Xu Zhengyang opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, and with a thought, the final book appeared out of thin air in his right hand, and a dark brown-looking ordinary-looking brush appeared in his left hand.

He looked so stiff and awkward at that time. Xu Zhengyang grinned happily, it looked pretty good!

Just wait until Zhan Xiaohui demolishes the Judge's Temple in Ci County and builds the Judge's Temple in Haihe City, then he can do whatever he wants.

When he first became a judge of You Fang, Xu Zhengyang was still a little annoyed by the limitations of the place where Judge You Fang belonged. The temple had to be wherever it was, and his official position was promoted. But before there was no judge's pen, his ability was not as good as that of Gongcao.

Where to go? During the past few days of living in Zehe City, Xu Zhengyang occasionally thought that the word "You Fang" used by Judge You Fang seemed to have other meanings, so he asked about the verdict book. As expected, it was called "You Fang".

It is for this reason that it is called "The Wandering Judge". Wherever there is a temple named "Judge", that is where the Wandering Judge lives.

In addition to the chief judge under Chenglong, there should be three Youfang judges.

Chenglong lived in the city and had his own government office. He did not live in the Chenglong Temple built by humans. There were many judges' tablets in the Chenglong Temple, which were the chief judge's stature.

The two gods, Chief Judge and Chenglong, in most cases handle official affairs in the government office. So when Chengbi temples are built in some places in the following counties, towns and towns, the judge's tablets enshrined in them will be inspected and handled by the wandering judge.

For trivial official duties, the results of handling more important matters are submitted to the chief judge or Cheng Long for the final decision; in addition, the wandering judge is also responsible for collecting files from the land gods in each township every six months and forwarding them to the chief judge and the city emperor.

If there are too many Chengbi temples built below and there are not enough magistrates on the travel side, Chenglong will decide how many more places the magistrates on the travel side have jurisdiction over.

It can be seen from this that although there are very few Chengbi Temples and Judge Cards in the world today, and there is no Chenglong to give Judge You Fang more jurisdiction, there is only one place dedicated to the position of Judge, so that place will become You Fang

the seat of the judge,

Thinking of this, Xu Zhengyang looked at the jade finalization book in his hand and thought: You know so much, why didn't you tell me this before?
To be continued...