"That's...the Judge's Palace?"

The Minister of Rites, Wang Shilang, was speechless. As soon as he stepped into the City God's Temple, he saw this scene and was extremely frightened. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder.

It had only been ten years since incense was cut off, and a side hall suddenly collapsed. What would the gods think?

How much money did those guys from the Ministry of Industry make?

Especially at this juncture, the birthday girl is always hanging herself because she thinks her life is too long.

If the gods are angry because of this and no longer protect the people of Jinling, what should we do?

Not only Wang Shilang thought so, many officials were looking at their colleagues in the Ministry of Industry with a scrutinizing look.

The godson of the guarding eunuch even snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and robes, and stood aside, as if he was ashamed to be associated with them.

At this situation, the Minister of Works blushed and wanted to explain but didn't know where to start. However, he swore that although he had embezzled a lot of money in the past few decades as an official, he never reached out to the City God.

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At the beginning, funds were allocated for repairs every year. Not only did they allocate skilled craftsmen, but they also used high-quality nanmu, as well as wheat firewood, sliced ​​firewood, and pine firewood. It took several months to bake the bricks!

Everyone knows that this kind of material was used when the Forbidden City was originally built.

Why did it suddenly collapse after only ten years? It shouldn’t be...

"well."

In the end, the explanation he was holding on his lips turned into a sigh, and Li Shilang of the Ministry of Industry gave up the explanation. He believed that King Minngling had made his own decision in his heart.

And the junior officer who had just joined the staff department and had only been working for a few years secretly complained that he was wronged. Not only did he have to be blamed by his colleagues, he also had to apologize to the gods enshrined in the temple, especially the judge, and pray that they would not forget it.

A villain passes.

"The Judge's Hall was not caused by manpower, but was accidentally injured when the Yin Division was subduing the demons. Therefore, there is no need to argue. On behalf of the imperial court, we should go and pay homage to the gods of the Yin Division."

Lu Xu spoke calmly.

In an instant, everyone in the Ministry of Industry breathed a sigh of relief after suppressing the scolding.

Li Shilang cupped his hands and said: "No matter what, after the worship ceremony is over, I will personally lead the people to repair the City God's Temple and restore it to like new."

From the beginning to the end, he did not question the authenticity of Henan Hou's words. On the contrary, he became more and more determined to make friends with the Lu family——

Even the inside story of the collapse of the Judge's Palace is known. Could it be that his fairy son is still connected with the underworld?

Yes, Tanlang Dao Xingjun controls life and death.

According to folk custom, if a ghost complains about his grievances during the Christmas period of the Nine Emperors of the Big Dipper, he will receive a letter of pardon, which can be used to ask for an explanation from the Lord of Taishan Prefecture.

With endless thoughts, Lu Li's image in the minds of Jinling Civil and Military became more and more mysterious and respected.

Inside the main hall.

The show officially begins.

Ghost City God led a group of evil ghosts whose acting skills had been greatly honed, and knelt on the ground one by one.

King Myeong Ling sits high behind the public case, and on the left stands the formidable horse-faced general.

Under the public case, there are several ghost servants standing on the left and right sides. They have indifferent expressions and reveal their majesty from the inside out.

It's a pity that the civil and military judges have not returned to their posts. Otherwise, there would be no need for the horse-faced general, the seducer, to fill the scene. Moreover, even the bull's head has not been collected, leaving the right side empty.

Snapped!

As soon as the civil and military officials approached the main hall, they heard the sound of the gavel. Those who were timid or had ghosts in their hearts suddenly felt their legs weaken and collapsed to the ground.

Could it be that King Mingling is angry and wants to accuse us?

Everyone was uneasy.

Only a few officials who were a little more courageous and acted fairly and aboveboard secretly raised their eyes and looked inside, exclaiming: "Look, the City God is interrogating the evil ghost who caused trouble last night!"

Hundreds of eyes were cast towards him.

The subordinate officials who stayed behind to play the music and the common people who came after hearing the news did not dare to make any mistakes, but it did not prevent them from listening to the sound.

In order to achieve the best effect of the program, the clone of King Ming Ling specially amplified the sound in the hall, so that the effect of the Holy Appearance in front of people would be better.

"Who is in the hall!"

In an instant, it was like Bao Qingtian was possessed.

The Ghost City God and a group of his younger brothers also cooperated very well, kowtowing like garlic. Although they did not say their names or what they had committed, they kept calling for mercy from King Mingling, crying for father and mother.

Anyway, there is only one purpose:

He uses his own evil reputation and his unbearable reaction to set off the authority of the underworld.

But the audience in the hall did not know that when they saw the arrogant and powerful ghosts last night, they were all as panic-stricken as bereaved dogs. They felt relieved and worshiped the Yin Division more and more. They wished they could immediately surrender to King Ming Ling, as well as the civil and military judges, their respective chiefs, and generals.

He built a golden body and worshiped devoutly day and night.

"Quack! Someone, put it in the oil pan and fry it for me!"

After all, Lu Li actually felt a little embarrassed when the clone of King Minngling shouted these words.

But there is nothing we can do, the common people and even the officials who work outside just fall in love with this.

For a moment, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded through the sky. Not only could the entire city hear it, at least it covered most of the city.

The evil ghosts howled sincerely.

Gui Chenghuang thought it was nothing more than that, but its superb acting skills made up for everything.

"This evil spirit... was the most ferocious last night. It scared my father into unconsciousness."

The heir to Duke Wei's voice trembled.

Among the people outside the hall, only Lu Xu remained calm. Looking at his son in the dragon robe, he felt happy in his heart and whispered: "My family is a thousand-mile horse."

Someone with sharp ears heard this and was horrified.

First of all, the ghost in the palace cannot be the immortal son of the Marquis of Henan. The horse-faced seducer looks inhuman and must not be that. Then the only one left is King Mingling, who is sitting on the public case.

Upon closer inspection, this god is indeed somewhat similar to Lu Xu in his eyebrows.

Gradually, the scary ghost howls in the palace gradually disappeared, because, under the gaze of Jinling officials, they submerged into the giant oil pot with a radius of 100 meters.

"You are stubborn and will never confess."

King Minngling slapped the table and shouted:

"Horse face!"

"exist."

The seducer knelt on one knee, raised his hands and obeyed the order.

"Shoot these guys into the eighteenth level of small hell. After their sins are washed away, they will be sent to reincarnation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant oil pan disappeared.

The devils who had been blown to pieces in front of everyone reappeared and knelt down to beg for mercy.

As the saying goes, if the King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch, who dares to leave anyone alive until the fifth watch? The evil ghost who offended the King of Minngling used his own experience to explain what it means:

You can’t live, you can’t die!

"What are you doing here?"

The sound is like thunder.

When everyone was in a state of disbelief, King Mingling suddenly raised his eyes, looking through Mianqi with a real gaze at the civil and military officials waiting outside the palace.

The emperor of this dynasty does not have such majesty, right?

Many officials invariably compared King Minngling with the Emperor, and instantly came to the conclusion:

The Emperor is far inferior to King Mingling!

The former governed the country in a mess and committed crimes everywhere, just like a king who had subjugated the country.

The latter is full of majesty and has great magic power.

Why not support that young master of the Lu family as emperor?
Chapter completed!