My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 42 The Six Merit Cao of the Underworld, Maoshan Judge’s Hall! (I beg you to invest and pursue reading!)

A slight cool breeze hit my face.

Wang Xiao's eyelids trembled and he wanted to open them, but his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Wang Xiao had actually woken up a long time ago due to the cold and heat just now, and he could hear Jiang Mengrou's call clearly.

But for some reason, my body just wasn't under control.

Is the ghost imprisoning the soul?

Is his lifespan ending so soon?
  As a practitioner who enters spiritual practice, the moment he successfully condenses Qi, his life span will be increased by ten years from the original basis.

Even if there is no increase, Wang Xiao's body is only 12 years old.

Good guy, is this the legendary jealous talent?

Unable to see and unable to move his body, Wang Xiao could only let the ghost carry him forward.

He is not afraid either.

He, Wang Xiao, is a disciple of the Maoshan sect.

Their ancestor was the assistant of Emperor Dongyue, and Maoshan sent countless seniors to serve as errands in the underworld.

The ghost agents may arrest anyone wrongly, but the Maoshan disciples will definitely not arrest them wrongly.

Now that ghosts are sent to capture the soul, there must be other reasons.

As for what it is, you will know it when you get there.

If it is true, Wang Xiao also considers himself unlucky. He is not as capable as a monkey and has such a background to dare to cause trouble in the underworld.

If there is a misunderstanding, hahaha...

Wang Xiao will let these ghosts know that the Maoshan sect's protection of calves is not a habit of one generation or two, but an instinct passed down from the ancestors.

Rumble~
  I don't know how long it took, but Wang Xiao heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a burst of nonsense.

There was a scene in the Uncle Ninth Movie where Gui Cha couldn't understand what Uncle Ninth said. Later, it was Uncle Ninth who ate mud and told the nonsense.

Wang Xiao was also curious about this issue, and Uncle Jiu patiently explained it to Wang Xiao.

The underworld has many rules and holds countless secrets.

Ghost servants often go out on business, so chatting is unavoidable.

Bound by the rules of the underworld, they won't reveal secrets, but they can't help but reveal too much.

To ensure this, the memories and speech patterns of each ghost who joins the team are changed.

Only Taoist priests who teach ghosts are qualified to learn ghost language and understand what ghost messengers say.

But if you want to communicate with him, you have to eat some mud and temporarily turn on the nonsense mode.

"You two fools, I asked you to invite the Taoist Priest to come over. Why did you tie him up? I'm really mad at you."

After a while of exchange of nonsense, there was an angry scolding, and then Gui Cha's voice sounded a little aggrieved, and he didn't know what to say.

"Oh, it's too difficult for you guys, let's go down!"

Wang Xiao soon heard the sound of the door closing, and then an invisible force swept across his body, and the restraints disappeared instantly.

Opening his eyes and blinking, a white-faced scholar wearing official uniform appeared in front of him with a smile.

Wang Xiao glanced at him, slowly sat up, stretched his body, and looked at the surrounding environment before confirming where he was.

City God's Hall.

After confirming the location, Wang Xiao bowed to the white-faced scholar.

"I wonder, Lord City God, what's the point of inviting me late at night?"

The tone was neither salty nor bland, and there was no hint of flattery or humility.

As for how powerful the Maoshan Sect is in Heaven, Wang Xiao doesn't know.

But in the underworld, in the judge department, at least three out of ten people are from Maoshan.

There is even a popular saying in the underworld.

The Six Merits of the Underworld, the Judge’s Palace in Maoshan!
  From this we can see how powerful the Maoshan Sect is in the underworld.

"Hahaha... Don't blame me, little Taoist priest!"

The white-faced scholar held up his hands and apologized, and explained with a smile: "The reason why I invited the Taoist priest to come today is not because I am a subordinate, but because I have been entrusted by someone and I have something to give as a gift!" Wang Xiao's face became better now.

The white-faced scholar asked Wang Xiao to wait. He returned to the official case, took out a box and handed it to Wang Xiao.

"This is sent by someone sent by Tianhu Book Review. It is said to be a meeting gift for you, the little Taoist priest."

"He's too busy down there, so he won't come to see you. He asked me to give you something."

"It's just that as a local city god, I can't leave the palace unless I have something to do, and I don't have to worry about being sent away by ghosts. I can only use this method. Please come and pick it up in person."

Wang Xiao's eyes lit up when he heard it was Tianhu Shupan.

That is his master's master.

When paying homage to his master, the old man showed his face and left. Wang Xiao thought that was the end.

I didn't expect that this old man was so careful and didn't forget to have someone send him his initiation gift.

"I see!"

Wang Xiao finally showed a smile and reached out to take the box.

"Excuse me, City God."

Wang Xiao smiled happily and put away the things. The white-faced scholar smiled along with him, but he was secretly relieved in his heart.

Those two idiots used this method to invite someone, and almost caused him misery.

If Wang Xiao gets angry because of this and goes back to say something bad about him, then he will get zero marks in this year's assessment.

There was no other way. In addition to the Judge's Palace, his immediate boss, Yin Caosi, also had people from the Maoshan sect.

According to what he heard, the chief official in charge of the assessment was the master of Taoist Tianhu.

Damn, relationships are connected, and the underworld is not easy to mess around with!

Wang Xiao did not open the box.

The white-faced scholar in front of me didn't have the guts to change things, so it wouldn't be too late to go back and look at it again.

"Does the City God have any other instructions?"

After putting his things away, Wang Xiao thought about Jiang Mengrou's anxious shouting when he was taken away, and thought about going back first to avoid anything happening.

"Little Taoist Priest, at such a young age, you are valued by the ancestors below. You must have a bright future in the future."

The white-faced scholar praised him, and then suddenly pointed at Wang Xiao's feet.

"Hey, little Taoist Priest, you must have dropped these Great Martial Emperor copper coins. Why are you so careless?"

When Wang Xiao heard this, he looked down and saw several copper coin-like objects wrapped in cloth, lying quietly at his feet.

Looking up, the white-faced scholar with an upright expression returned a meaningful look and put away the wrapped coins.

It's a shame for this man to be a city god.

"Oh, I was indeed careless. Thank you City God for reminding me. If I lose it, it will be hard to find."

The white-faced scholar smiled slightly, "Then you must put it away and don't lose it again."

Then he walked to the door, opened it, and said hello twice to the outside.

The two ghosts ran in quickly.

"You two bastards, give you a chance to atone for your sins and send the little Taoist back safely. If something goes wrong, I will send you both to the 18th level of hell."

The white-faced scholar did not say his request.

After being in the officialdom for so many years, he knew what to say and what not to say.

Regardless of whether Wang Xiao goes back to say good things for him or not, he has nothing to lose.

The main purpose of giving such a precious thing was to make friends with Wang Xiao.

Disciples who can be noticed by the Underworld Patriarch, and who go to such great lengths to bring things to him, will definitely have a bright future in the future.

Maybe a hundred years later, the young man in front of me will be another big boss in the underworld.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

If there are too many flatterers in the future, this little Taoist master will definitely not be able to remember them.

And when the opponent's strength is at its weakest, if you offer some help to make friends with him, the benefits you will bring to him in the future will be several times, dozens, or even hundreds of times as much as these Five Emperors' money!
  (End of this chapter)