The general office of the Yin and Yang Division of the Fengtian Capital was the same as the Underworld Palace of the Fujin Yin and Yang Division. In the long pavilion in the back garden, Kong Fangqiong knelt down to worship and asked for courtesy.
But there was no one across from him, only a stone bench with a black gauze hat placed neatly on it.
Kong Fangqiong spoke to the hat: "My subordinates have already checked it out. It is indeed a first-grade mansion with a red robe. It is exactly the same as the news sent by Mr. Ying. The man named Su, the red robe recognizes the owner, and the red robe is added to the body."
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The hat didn't respond.
Kong Fangqiong didn't care, but he carefully reported what happened during his trip and what he had said. Su Jing told what he said, without missing a word from beginning to end. He also didn't forget to take out two packages from his sleeve: "One copy is
Not to mention the profits due from the Yamen; the other portion is the increase in gifts from the surname Su."
The hat was sitting on a stone bench. When the breeze blew by, the hat's wings swayed slightly. It really looked like wings, as if it wanted to fly with the hat.
After finishing the matter, Kong Fangqiong finally said: "In addition, I saw something strange about the man named Su. There was a small scorching sun hanging above his head."
As he finished speaking, the hat suddenly rose up. To be precise, under the black sand, a man suddenly appeared on the stone bench, sitting on the stone bench with his buttocks and black sand on his head: a skinny old man. Dahongpao, first-class judge!
"The sun? What kind of sun?" The old man's voice was hoarse: "Tell me carefully."
"Yes." Kong Fangqiong described the situation of Su Jing's head hanging the golden wheel in detail, and then Kong Fangqiong said in a deep voice: "Everyone in the underworld knows that your Excellency is the judge of the stars and the moon, but he hung the golden wheel to do the judgment of the scorching sun.
Well, this guy named Su is probably very ambitious."
The old man is naturally Mr. You, but his eyes are very different from the legend. There is no moon in the left eye and no stars in the right eye. Both eyes are cloudy and dim, and the boundary between the pupils and the whites of the eyes is blurred, so that it seems that his vision is completely chaotic.
Judge You was noncommittal and said hoarsely: "I understand, go and do your work."
Kong Fangqiong didn't dare to ask what your lord's decision was, so he bowed and retreated again.
Judge You didn't get up or shrink back into the sand. He just sat motionless on the stone bench. After a while, the air in front of him suddenly rippled, and a person floated out. He was also an old man wearing a raincoat. He was older than
Mr. You is much older, with a stooped back that cannot straighten up. However, this person is extremely tall. Even though he is hunched over, he is still much taller than ordinary people.
Master You didn't look surprised. He raised his head and asked, "How is the situation in the west?"
"It's getting darker and darker every day." The hunchbacked old man slowly shook his head: "It's almost completely dark. The more I look at it, the more annoying it becomes. So I came back."
Master You frowned slightly. The hunchbacked old man had no intention of saluting and sat directly opposite Master You.
In Xingyue Judgment, the hunchbacked old man was on equal footing with the person in the Yin and Yang Department who was superior.
They are both old men. Their facial features and body shapes are very different, but their demeanor and majesty on their faces are very similar. They are completely different, but they are also indescribably similar. They sit opposite each other, which makes people feel weird and unusual.
The hunchbacked old man changed the topic and found something lighthearted to say: "On my way back, I heard that the Netherworld has been very lively in the past few hundred years. There is a woman in a yellow dress who came down from the earth, named Qianxun. She broke through with three swords.
Si Yue Xiao Gui is a thousand miles away from the bloody sea and sky; and to the east, a 'Yang Sanlang' appears. I heard that she is also a woman, and even the ghost king of Pingyao died in her hands."
"Yang Sanlang is 'it'." Mr. You emphasized the emphasis on the last word 'it'.
To others, Mr. You's answer seemed strange, but the hunchbacked old man clearly knew what 'it' was. He was stunned for a moment, then burst into joy, and his voice trembled slightly: "It's back alive?! This is a great thing.
!Those gentlemen have done a great job and actually helped it come back to life.”
Before he could finish speaking, Mr. You shook his head and interrupted: "It's not that he's alive, it's that this thing is very weird and I can't explain it in a sentence or two, but Yang Sanlang is 'it', and there is no mistake about it. Unfortunately, Yang Sanlang is still
You are very weak and must become strong quickly."
"There is still time, take your time! As long as it is here, the disaster in the West is expected to be eliminated." The hunchbacked old man smiled and was in a good mood: "The most talked about thing I heard on the way back was: Yang Sanlang and Yang Shen Qianxun
Who is stronger and who is weaker? The big ghost and the little ghost fight fiercely. Haha, no matter what else, just talking about his birth, Yang Sanlang is a hundred times, ten thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than that Qian Xun!"
Mr. You also laughed, but in addition to joy, there was also a hint of weirdness in the smile: "Qianxun has outstanding abilities. Not only does she please the Ghost King and the others, but I also looked away and underestimated her. And she
In addition to his great skills, he also has a disciple who came to Netherworld a while ago. This person is called Su Jing."
The hunchbacked old man was puzzled: "What's wrong with Su Jing? Is it possible that he is more capable than Qian Xun?"
"Do you know the legend about Zhong Dapuan marrying his younger sister?" Mr. You asked back, then continued: "That legend seems to be true."
The hunchbacked old man frowned: "What's with what? Why is it related to Zhong Dafan again? What's wrong if the legend is true? So what if it's false?"
Mr. You is not in a hurry and is very patient: "Whether the legend is true or false is of great importance: it involves a first-class judge's robe."
The hunchbacked old man raised his eyebrows and his eyes suddenly shone.
Master You didn't show off and gave the answer directly: "There really is a first-grade robe in the Yang world! And it was sacrificed and refined by the current cultivator. The master is Qianxun's disciple, Su Jing. Now Su Jing has become the master.
The Yin and Yang Division, the sixth-grade office, has been transformed into a first-grade palace!"
'Hiss' The hunchbacked old man took a breath of cool air, and the light in his eyes began to flicker, really like an oil lamp under the breeze, flickering brightly and dimly.
"It's not over yet," Mr. You kept saying, "This first-grade judge, Mr. Su, also refined a small sun for himself. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but according to Kong Fangqiong, in addition to
The difference in scale, the scorching heat, the brilliance, and the burning energy are all the same as the real sun."
The hunchbacked old man was stunned and remained silent for a long time. But after he came to his senses, he suddenly laughed again and said with genuine joy: "The sun. Well, the sun is a good thing!"
The inexplicable Kong Fangqiong and the sudden second assassination made Su Jing completely confused as to how the Onmyoji planned to deal with him.
Just let go of things that you can't figure out. Su Jing has always been like this and won't waste his energy on things without clues: without clues, the so-called "speculation" becomes random thoughts, which is a waste of energy and time, and will also mislead himself.
Su Jing sent an order, Niu Ji sounded the gong, and summoned more than a thousand ghost servants from the department to gather in the main hall.
Many ghost servants in the hall were neatening their clothes and saluting respectfully. Only the demon mist showed no respect and remained unconvinced as before, holding its chest and head high, as if he would rather die than surrender.
However, Yaowu has a special figure. He is about the same height as his colleagues when standing, and he is in the back row. He is not conspicuous whether he is kneeling or not. Su Jing pretended not to see him, and said directly without questioning him: "Everyone knows
, the chief yamen officer has just arrived and checked the accounts of our company, everything is in order. I have calculated the profit from the wandering souls this month and will distribute it to you."
Many ghost servants lowered their heads, turned their eyes secretly, and looked at each other with their companions. The general office checks the accounts once a month, so the Yin and Yang Division judge also divides the accounts of his subordinates once a month. However, in the past, the judge always directly transferred the 'money'
If you leave it to Niujima to get happy, how can you go to the court and treat it as a business matter?
The ghost officers thought that Mr. Su would be in a hurry if he came here.
Suddenly, a sneer came from the hall.
Just like 'last time', the ghost officers around him sneered, fearing that they would be implicated, so they hurriedly dispersed to both sides, revealing who else but Yaowu could be the person who made the noise. Yaowu raised his head and said, "I have met the superior officer of the general administration, sir.
I feel like you won’t be able to be a judge for long, so if something comes up, you have to be promoted to the palace and have a good time as soon as possible.”
Niu Jima stared with joy, but Su Jing didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand to stop the scolding of the two big differences, and smiled at Yaowu: "The accounts must be clean and honest. Especially since I took over halfway and mixed in Mr. Liu this month.
I have to explain my old accounts clearly to everyone."
As he spoke, he took out an incense package and placed it on the table in front of him: "This portion is for the first half of the month. When Mr. Liu was in office, half of the income from the wandering souls was distributed. The cows were lucky and the horses were happy. Take it and share it with the brothers.
Bar."
When Kong Fangqiong came, he did not appoint the judge in advance at all. What he and Su Jing calculated was only the profit from the transaction after "Su Dafan" took office. But now Su Jing and his subordinates settled the accounts and paid off the balance owed by his predecessor.
And settled the money, which made the ghosts really happy. They thought that Master Liu was beheaded, and their share of the money would also disappear, but they didn't expect that Su Jing would be willing to take it.
There was no need to give orders, there were people among the ghost missionaries who thanked and gave gifts. One took the lead, and the rest followed. Only Yao Wu remained still, and said very hard: "I deserve the money, what can I thank him for?"
Su Jing took out another baggage: "This is the interest that I will share with you from that deal after I took office. Thank you for your hard work." As he said that, he threw the bag directly into Niu Ji's hands.
As soon as Niu Ji took the baggage, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately called to his brothers: "Old horse, come and weigh me."
Ma Xi's brows furrowed: "Your Majesty, I'll reward you as much as you want, so what's the scale? Why are you so confused?"
Yaowu immediately became energetic and shouted sharply: "Niutouer, isn't the portion not enough? But that dog, that person, that official deducted our hard-earned money? If so, I will never give up."
"Stick his mouth!" Niuji yelled, and more than a thousand ghosts around Yaowu rushed up. Although the only three or five people who could take action were the nearest three or five, everyone put on a show of strength.
The Yaowu officer was gagged.
Niu Ji nodded to Ma Xi: "Don't worry, get the scale."
Ma Xi seemed to have thought of something. He took out the large scale of the Yin family that was specially used to weigh incense from his ear. After weighing the second small baggage given by Su Jing, Niu Ji and Ma Xi exclaimed at the same time: "There are too many adults."
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Ushiji is a magistrate who is close to the magistrate, so how can he not know some business methods? If the master gives less, no matter how dissatisfied he is, he can only pretend not to notice; but if the master gives too much, he must calculate it in public and cannot calculate it.
What matters most is not the amount of money, but the kindness of the adults, and even more the face of the adults.
Su Jing gave too much. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)