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Chapter 119: I can't wash it

Beside the stone table.

Four eyes, Qianhe, and Xu Jiping were startled at the same time.

How to check Yin virtue points in the Yang world...

They have never thought about this problem!

"Looking at your looks, I can tell you don't know."

Qin Yao waved his hand, turned around and left: "I'd better go to the underworld and ask the ancestor Zhang Deyang."

Uncle San: "???"

Watching him come in a hurry and leave in a hurry.

Three faces were confused.

"Why did he suddenly ask so irritably?" It wasn't until his back disappeared that the four eyes murmured.

Lao Xu's heart moved and he said softly: "Maybe... he just wants a reason to go to the underworld?"

The same name appeared in the four eyes and Qianhe's heart at the same time, and they nodded in agreement.

In front of the Second Temple.

Entrance to the ascension platform.

Qiu Yunshui looked calmly at the tall figure walking against the light, and said calmly: "Come to me, or are you going to the underworld?"

"Go to the underworld."

"What are you doing in the underworld?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I want to ask Patriarch Zhang Deyang about something."

Hearing the name of the master, Qiu Yun's eyes like a lake of water flashed with a fluctuation: "If you activate the teleportation array without a mission, you need to pay the corresponding teleportation fee in advance."

"How much?" Qin Yao asked.

"No money will be charged, only the sect's contribution points will be charged." Qiu Yunshui said: "Price per use, single transmission, no less than 500 points at a time."

Qin Yao has never done a sect mission, let alone five hundred points, nothing at all: "Then I go to Patriarch Zhang Deyang to receive the Yanfu mission. After completing the mission, can I come back and pay 20%?"

Qiu Yunshui said calmly: "Okay, let's sign the contract..."

Using his fingers as pens and his magic power as ink, he signed the contract, sealed the scent of flesh and blood, and boarded the ascension platform. After a strong sense of weightlessness, Qin Yao's body shook, reversed the yin and yang, and arrived at a judge's office in the underworld.

"Here we come." In the lobby, Zhang Deyang, dressed in Tsing Yi, said loudly without letting go of his scroll.

"Why didn't you ask me why I came again this time?" Qin Yao patted his somewhat heavy head and strode into the house.

"Because I had expected you to come." Zhang Deyang said, his eyes suddenly became complicated: "Honestly, I can't understand why you deceived the Saint of Montenegro into all kinds of confusion, and even raised the soldiers and horses of the underworld without authorization. I can do anything for you even if I go to the underworld to help you."

"It spread so quickly?" Qin Yao looked stunned.

"Good deeds never go out, and bad deeds travel thousands of miles, let alone summoning a hundred thousand yakshas to descend to the earth." Zhang Deyang nodded slightly and said leisurely: "In some respects, you have become famous in the underworld... As the ancestor of your family , I would like to remind you that in the future, if you can walk in the underworld without giving your real name, then don’t give it, otherwise I’m afraid you will be killed by those dejected pursuers of the saint."

"So bloody?" Qin Yao's eyes widened.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Zhang Deyang waved his hand: "The most precious treasure in the world is where the virtuous live. What is virtuous? In the underworld, fists are virtuous!

And for some strong men, the woman they long for but cannot reach is the most precious thing. You don't know the charm of the person next to you, right?"

Qin Yao: "..." Gu Zhen

damn it.

Inexplicably, I think of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian. What the hell are they?

"Ancestor, don't be ridiculous, I came here this time not for this matter, but to ask you a question, and to do a Yanfu mission and pay the teleportation fee." Qin Yao coughed dryly.

Zhang Deyang looked like I believe you are evil: "You are still covering up for me? If I hadn't helped you get the mission of Yanfu, how could you have won the beauty? From this aspect, I am you

Matchmaker for young couples."

Qin Yao almost choked on his saliva and was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Zhang Deyang waved his hand casually: "Get out of here and go to your Saintess' Mansion."

Qin Yao's cheek twitched: "Ancestor, I really have a problem."

"How to commute the sentence of the Black Mountain Saint?"

Qin Yao shook his head: "No, I just want to ask, how can I check my moral character at any time?"

Zhang Deyang was stunned. He didn't expect that he would actually ask this: "By the way, your lovely wife has been sentenced to five hundred years of grounding. Why don't you quickly go and ask her after her, instead of asking this here?"

Qin Yao: "..."

Depend on!

Why do I feel like I can’t explain it clearly?

This is not a love-to-death romance novel!

What's more, neither he nor Xiao Zhuo are the kind of lovers who put love first.

Otherwise, Xiao Zhuo would not have left Shifang, and he would not have shouted out "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi" because Xiao Zhuo was banned.

Seeing him staring at him speechlessly, Zhang Deyang stood up and said: "I'm afraid of you, let's go, I'll take you to check how much Yin De you have accumulated. But if you want to check your Yin De at any time and anywhere, you must have an official seal.

Okay, everyone’s official seal has their own personal moral information.”

Qin Yao: "..."

After all, I'm still stuck with the lack of official status.

Only then did he truly understand how inconvenient it was when his master said it was inconvenient to have no official status!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Deyang led Qin Yao into the Palace of Hell, where ghosts were coming and going, and went straight to a row of windows in the corner. He pointed at the office ghost behind the window: "Go there and check, tell me your name."

, place of origin, and birth date.”

Qin Yao followed his words and came to the window and said to the expressionless ghosts and gods inside: "I want to check my virtuous points."

"Please tell me your personal information."

Qin Yao looked around and whispered the three points Zhang Deyang reminded.

"Your current moral virtue points are 3,500 points. The most recent entry was yesterday, and the amount was 795 points."

Qin Yao didn't know much about Yin De Point and didn't know what the concept of three thousand and five was, so he turned to Zhang Deyang for consultation.

"If you don't deliberately improve your Yin Virtue, three thousand and five is already not low. After all, in principle, if your Yin Virtue exceeds ten thousand, you can be promoted to an official." Zhang Deyang said: "Of course, the prerequisite for becoming an official is that your soul cultivation level has reached

The lowest line for official status."

Hearing what he said, Qin Yao had an idea in his mind, and turned to say: "Thank you, ancestor, for your advice. Next, please choose a task for me, preferably one that can be easily completed, and the reward is enough for me to pay."

Just pay the transmission fee.”

"Wait, I'll search for you to see if there are any missions about the Black Mountain Saint, so that you don't have to run around and waste time." Zhang Deyang's eyes were like lightning, and he scanned the characters scrolling in the hall.

Qin Yao: "..."

Suddenly I felt that Patriarch Zhang should not be a judge, but should be a Yuelao.

With his gentlemanly and adult work attitude, he definitely doesn't have to worry about performance.

"Hey, hey, there seems to be a mission for you there!" Not long after, Zhang Deyang suddenly pulled Qin Yao and said with a strange smile.

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