The cloud chariot broke through the ripples, as if it were a sunken ship slowly rising to the surface of the sea.
The Yin soldiers and ghosts will control the big rudder and slowly rotate it, and the cloud chariot will also slowly turn.
The devil stood on the deck and looked into the distance. When he saw the pass, he said loudly: "Sir, the Hongchen Pass is ahead. All the giant ships have been stowed away. No one dares to fly in the air."
Wu Rong looked forward behind the curtain opened by Yin Ji and said: "Since we are here to accept the invitation, we should naturally follow the rules of the royal city."
After saying that, he walked out of the cloud chariot and put it away.
The corpse-fighting ghost car was released, and it turned out to be a huge earth-moving dragon.
The procession of chariots and horses is vast and majestic.
Wu Rong, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, was reading the annotated scriptures.
All foreign affairs are left to the devil.
The devil suddenly transformed, wearing a dark red robe and a black gauze on his head, and accompanied the carriage to meet the gatekeeper at the gate of mortal world.
When the official heard that he was here to receive a seal, and he must be an "uncle", he hurriedly got out of the way.
There have been orders from above long ago to make way for being granted the title in the past six months. If you can enter the royal city and receive the title, your cultivation level must be high, and there is no need for embarrassment.
The devil still offered the spiritual stone.
The team passed the test happily.
Further ahead is the river, the river, and the river. A sky bridge is erected at the intersection of the three roads. After crossing the long bridge that looks like a vast sky in the sky, you can see the royal city.
The royal city is called Dongyue, and the flying unicorn flags are hung one after another above the city walls, as if there are real cloud-walking unicorns running on the black clouds.
Enter the city.
Suddenly stepped onto the border.
It is said that it is a cloudy royal city, but there is no hint of haze at all.
Thousands of rays of light gathered into the purple mist, thousands of auspicious energy transformed into the sky, the glazed tiles, the clear high walls, and the rows of pavilions were arranged neatly like the golden scales of a giant dragon.
The general guarding the gate sat high on the cloud platform, and his soldiers and armor seemed to be covered with clouds.
The streets and markets in the city are criss-crossed, and just after passing through the main city gate, the queue inside is like a long dragon.
The demon who commanded the carriages and horses saw at a glance the old officials who had their desks set up at the inner door. All of those officials had expressionless faces, and the movements of their men were also quite agile. They wrote on the books with jade pens and quickly let them go.
As soon as the people in front passed by, the old official waved, and the devil respectfully walked over and handed over the documents for the road guide and the exchange into the city.
There are no errors in writing.
The old official frowned slightly as he looked at the devil and then at the van being carried by the corpse-fighting dragon. He slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry."
As he spoke, he motioned to the two young officials next to him to check. The officials quickly clicked through and saw the owner of the carriage opening the door curtain, revealing his true face, and hurriedly lowered his head and saluted.
Wu Rong waved his hand slightly, and Yin Ji quickly lowered the door curtain.
"please!"
Make a registration list, click on the road number, and let in.
Not only that, the old official also assigned a small official to guide them.
These ordained monks all have to go to specially arranged inns, even Tao Lords are no exception. The only difference is the treatment.
The junior official has also seen many great monks in the third step, or they are extremely advanced, come here simply, and have luxurious followers...
The person in front of me, who was traveling normally, felt a little curious. The carriage on the Dilong was as big as a main hall. The saint was sitting behind the screen, and he was standing in the front hall.
He slightly cupped his hands in salute and said, "I'm Zhu Chao, I've been working hard for my senior these past few days."
"sit."
"Thank you, senior."
Zhu Chao sat down and explained: "There are thirty-six and five square cities in the royal city. Except for the Tiangong, which is located on the main line of Dongyue, the remaining three directions have a total of 108 long streets. The one we are about to go to is the station where the east gate is located.
, wait for half a month at the inn, and then you can go to the meeting to pay homage to the king."
Wu Rong's voice came: "Will King Dongyue appear in the court?"
"Of course the king will appear in the Taiyue Palace."
Zhu Chao immediately realized Wu Rong's misunderstanding and hurriedly explained: "The current king is different from that one. King Dongyue is more like the 'Tao Master' of the major sects in the world. If the senior wants to meet that one,
I’m afraid not.”
Wu Rong nodded slightly.
He immediately understood the identity of King Dongyue.
Since ancient times, it has been difficult to ask how someone so profound could appear in the court.
If the master hadn't condensed the path of life and death and made a splash in the forbidden land, attracting the other party's attention, this invitation would not have been sent.
Wu Rong understood that he was the one who took advantage of the situation.
It would be better not to meet. Wu Rong still maintains his instinctive awe for those with great supernatural powers, but now he no longer feels fear.
It only took half a month. When he was granted the title of earl, he would be able to choose his own fief, so Wu Rong asked again: "About the fief..."
Zhu Chao cupped his hands and said: "Both foreign monks and Yintian monks have two paths to take."
"One is to enter the court as an official. Those with extremely high cultivation are the officials of the feudal territory. They are in charge of life and death. They will be prosperous and suffer losses along with the royal city. It is equivalent to governing the vast world for the king."
"Second, you can only be granted a title, but not be an official."
"The Royal Court will let the seniors who make such a choice choose their own fiefdom."
"Open your own government and build a company. The royal court doesn't care about the selection of talents or other matters. As long as you can pay taxes on time, it is enough."
"If the senior is a Yintian monk and comes from a small clan, he can also choose the clan land as his fiefdom."
"If there is no major repairman above earl in the clan, then the clan land will be listed for people to choose from."
"Therefore, many small tribes risk their lives to sacrifice a saint, just to control their own destiny."
Wu Rong felt surprised in his heart, this move was really powerful.
He continued to ask: "If I am not a Yintian monk, but there are small clans in the fiefdom I choose..."
Zhu Chao smiled and said: "If you choose that fiefdom, everything there will be yours."
'You have to choose well!'
Wu Rong secretly calculated.
If that small clan has strong potential, he will immediately receive help, even future helpers.
Once the Soul Flag is erected, it is equivalent to the infrastructure of most of the sect. When the time comes, you only need to select the seeds and use the Yin Soul Pill and the tower of the Soul Flag to quickly increase the strength of those people.
"You know a lot."
"Watch and enjoy."
Wu Rong waved.
The devil wearing a black gauze hat approached, grabbed a storage bag, and handed it over with a smile.
Zhu Chao stood up and saluted: "Thank you, senior."
"How much do you know about other issues surrounding enfeoffment and the Yintian Ten Thousand Clans?"
"fine."
"Let's talk about it together."
Wu Rong waved his hand.
A shadow of the devil composed of evil spirits also appeared not far away.
Tu Shanjun reflected his reflection with magic skills and also listened to the lecture.
He has lived in Yintian for a while, but his understanding can only be considered average.
Although some of the high-end combat power of the Shura tribe was incorporated into the banners by him, it was a pity that the knowledge in these people's heads could only be turned into magical seeds.
At this time, an Erhua Dao Lord and a top holy king listened carefully to the Jindan monk's description of the enfeoffment of the underworld.
You will encounter various problems, how the various yamen operate, what should be submitted to pass, and the selection of fiefdoms.
There are so many doors here, there are six or seven in the Yamen alone.
Secondly, you have to write a dossier, register, and then wait for approval and a ruling from above before you can choose a fiefdom.
The ruling from above was made by King Dongyue himself who reviewed the files and announced them to the world at the court meeting.
"Can you tell me the realm of my senior?"
"The third step, top."
Perhaps because he felt that the third step was not enough to explain, Wu Rong added two more words.
Zhu Chao was surprised at first.
But he felt that the owner behind the screen would not lie.
The other party's servants are all existences that he can't compare to, and their indifferent demeanor is more like they come from a wealthy family.
He muttered: "Senior, you will probably be granted the title of a superior earl. You can decide on your own who will be the viscount and baron for the government office, but there is a limit on the number."
"Which fiefdom do you think is in a good location and has great ethnic potential?"
Zhu Chao gave a wry smile, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm going to tell you about Xiao Jindan next time. I know that all this information was informed by the government's training, and there is really nothing I can do about anything else."
"After being ennobled, specialized officials will lead the seniors to the Heaven and Earth Sand Table to select the desired fiefdom."
Wu Rong didn't want to embarrass the other party.
Indeed, as Zhu Chao said, these matters are not something that he, a minor Jindan cultivator, can interfere with.
Moreover, news is time-sensitive, and by the time everyone in the world knows about it, it will be too late.
Wu Rong just had the mentality of hitting two shots with or without dates.
In case this little official has exclusive information or some insight, you can also refer to it.
Dilong travels to the inn.
After handing over to the inn, Zhu Chao, a junior official, hurried back.
It is said to be an inn, but it actually looks like a sea pavilion with overlapping palaces.
The young official who came up was still a Jindan cultivator. He smiled and saluted with a gesture of invitation: "Senior, please come in. Your Dilong Post will be taken care of, and other arrangements will be made for the accompanying team. Please..."
Wu Rong waved his hand slightly and gathered all the ghost soldiers and ghost generals into the holy soldiers.
Earth Dragon can stay outside.
That's it.
The noisy noise of the group of people who came together suddenly disappeared without a trace, and everyone stared at Wu Rong dimly.
Wu Rong went his own way and walked inside under the guidance of the clerk.
Unexpectedly.
A voice shook itself.
"The great majesty of Taoist friends!"
Wu Rong paused and looked behind him. The person who called him was a young man in black robe.
The third eye on the young man's forehead moved slightly, staring at Wu Rong coldly, and shouted sternly: "Swallowing souls to refine souls, and also keeping demons in captivity, fellow Taoists don't take the world's ghost cultivators seriously."
"Who are you?"
"Ghost Clan, Zhang Shaoyuan."
Zhang Shaoyuan slightly raised his hand, showing no respect at all.
He is like the clan youth who caught the 'human trafficker'.
The monks of his own clan gathered around him.
Before Wu Rong could speak, another voice sounded not far away.
The other party said with a smile: "As one of the ten major clans of Yintian, the ghost clan doesn't even have this knowledge. This Taoist friend is obviously from the earth. What grudge does he have against your ghost clan?"
Zhang Shaoyuan looked at the young man and sneered: "Members of the Horned Demon Clan, it's not your turn to speak here."
The young man from the Horned Demon Clan said calmly: "I can't say it, but my ancestor can always say it."
Zhang Shaoyuan glanced at the nine-headed ghost car not far away, his pupils trembled slightly, and he slightly cupped his hands and said: "Since the senior has spoken, I will not ask any more questions."
Then he looked at Wu Rong and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, take care of yourself."
"Walk."
Wu Rong's face was expressionless.
The devil is not welcome anywhere.
He's already used to it.
Thinking of this, he raised his hands and saluted the Nine-Headed Ghost Car in the distance.
The person sitting there should be a great king.
The young man from the Horned Demon Clan returned to the ghost carriage after paying homage to the other party and asked in confusion: "Ancestor, why are we helping him?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "He has remnants of Dao Lord's magic on him."
"It's just a small misunderstanding. It's always good to have a good relationship."
"That's true."
The young man nodded slightly.
The power of the Sky-horned Demon Clan is not that big, and they have a lot of good connections.
"Has he noticed your old magical power?"
Wu Rong followed the clerk upstairs and sent a message to Tu Shanjun.
"almost."
The shadow of Dao Lord on the side moved his eyes slightly.
Less than half a month.
Wu Rong worked hard and finally had a general understanding of Yin Tian.
He selected several small tribes, all of which he thought had potential.
If it was the master who took action, how could King Dongyue be granted the title of a high-ranking marquis?
Although he has Xu Hua, he has not yet made a breakthrough in his Taoism. He is at most a top-notch uncle, and there are very few places he can choose from.
"Master, since Kui Mulang of the organization said that the answers we are looking for will be harvested here, he should meet you in person."
Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes.
He recalled the time when Yuan Shengming Demon was looking for someone to find him.
It should be pretty much the same now.
It depends on what chips Qingdi can give.
He wouldn't mind helping if the price was fair.
Tu Shanjun pondered for a while and then said: "The underworld collects lonely ghosts and controls the life and death of all living things in the world. I guess there should be a place of reincarnation inside Dongyue King City, where true spirits can be reincarnated."
"Isn't that similar to your old road?"
Wu Rong was shocked and stood up suddenly.
"Not surprising."
"Wait, we will meet him when he is willing to see us."
Tu Shanjun's relief turned into a wisp of evil spirit.
"Too."
"Wait."
"The court meeting is only for these two days."
Wu Rong put down the files he had read in his hand, then picked up the other files he had written and started checking them one by one.
These all need to be submitted, and there can be no mistakes.