In the tiankeng, in addition to the eighteen levels of hell, there are also ten main halls distributed among them.
Taoist Cen then ordered: "Go to the Palace of King Qin Guang. There is a palace bell there that can summon everyone to a meeting!"
The deer cart circled down, no ghost cheered, no soul was afraid, all the souls here were actually in the same state - numbness.
Even no ghost officials came out to greet them, especially since no immortals had appeared for thousands of years. Naturally, they did not consider the possibility of immortals appearing.
Outside the palace of King Guang of Qin, there is a huge bell hanging on the hanging bucket - the death knell.
Lou Xiaoyi floated to the clock, raised his hand and picked up the drumstick; the way he walked here was to float, but this kind of floating was not caused by magic power, but everything here was floating! Just like normal walking in the world.
, there is no earth here!
“For whom the bell tolls?”
Lou Xiaoyi sighed, raised the drumstick, and smashed it down hard.
This is a very inexplicable trip. The goal is unclear, the method is unreliable, and the targets are not human beings...a completely unfamiliar system, not only the bureaucrats of the underworld, but also the power system that he is most concerned about!
The dull sound of the death knell echoed throughout the tiankeng. The special material and deliberately low frequency of the clock made people's hearts tremble. This was done deliberately by the immortals to create an atmosphere, all for the purpose of eerie horror and destroying the will of the soul!
Of course, this may not be the original intention of the immortal. Who makes mortals think so?
Although the sound of the bell was low, it was extremely penetrating! Almost instantly, countless figures flew up in each hall. The souls and bodies of those who were numb and like walking zombies widened their eyes in horror, and couldn't help but look for someone nearby to rely on.
Then they stick their heads out and wait uneasily for possible changes. They have long been accustomed to it. There is no worst, only worse!
The one who came the fastest was King Guang of Qin, a fat man with a big belly, a tumor on the top of his head, slanted eyebrows, protruding eyes, and a mouth as big as a basin of blood. His upper body was extremely long and fat, and his lower body had two numb legs. He was dressed in a big red robe.
He was extremely extravagant, as if he wanted to hang up all his belongings...
Behind him are a group of subordinates, tall, short, fat and thin, with different appearances, but they have one common characteristic, they are extremely ugly and fierce. At first glance, they are not good chaps!
Hearing Lou Xiaoyi sigh from the side, Taoist Cen in the deer cart was also helpless!
"It's not the fault of Immortal Court's poor aesthetics! Who told the mortal world to describe the characters in the underworld like this? All realms, all character compositions, and the characters in the underworld cannot be separated from the ugly ones.
Nature!
They don't understand what cultivation is, so they simply think that good ones must be handsome, and bad ones must be ugly...
To find such a large group of crooked melons and cracked jujubes, the first immortal who managed the underworld had to put in a lot of effort, but the later immortals simply didn't bother to look for them anymore and just got by!"
It was very strange to see these ghost officials milling around not far away, presumably waiting for everyone to gather before coming over to meet each other.
"There are a lot of subordinate officials! Does every palace need to be equipped with a bureaucracy? I think each of them seems to have a judge, Zhong Kui, Black and White Wuchang, a bull-headed horse-faced god, Meng Po God..."
Taoist Cen actually didn't bother to explain, because everything about this place left him speechless, but since the sword cultivator asked, he had to waste his time.
"According to ordinary people's understanding, after a person dies, Black and White will go to arrest the soul, the judge will judge, the bull-headed and horse-faced will be the thugs, and finally the King of Hell will convict him. After suffering enough torture, he will be handed over to Po Meng to drink soup. This is probably such a set of procedures.
But it’s actually full of mistakes!
First of all, if you expect Black and White Impermanence to arrest people, they will be exhausted! If you really do this, the underworld may need tens of thousands of Black and White Impermanence.
It is impossible for a judge to judge the past of these souls one by one. They are all bad debts. Just look at the yamen in the mortal world and you can't afford it!
Po Meng was quite free. In fact, she didn't need to drink soup at all, because the mystery of the womb destined that the soul would not leave any memory in reincarnation. Even monks couldn't do that, let alone ordinary mortals.
So it’s basically spicy soup, based on Meng Po’s hobbies. Use whatever ingredients you have on hand. It’s a pure sense of ritual...
There are a lot of similar things, everyone is fooling them, and they don’t know who they are fooling!”
Taoist Cen's complaints were endless, "So, the Golden Immortals originally wanted to use the underworld to establish a system similar to the reincarnation of monks, and achieve the purpose of punishing evil and promoting good, but after many years, it turned out that they
Apart from establishing a corrupt underworld system, it has accomplished nothing!
It is even a hundred times darker than the mortal world! Because there is no power of cultivation to check and balance it here!"
Amidst Taoist Cen's endless chatter, the Ten Halls of Yama finally gathered together!
The ten kings of Yama, King Guang of Qin, King Chujiang, Emperor Song, King Wuguan, King Yama, King Pingping, King Taishan, King City, King Biancheng, and King Zhuanlun all stepped up and stepped out of a cloth.
The leader, King Qin Guang, spoke,
"The Immortal is here, but we were late to welcome him. I am so negligent. Please forgive me!"
What they were looking at was a deer cart. Except for immortals, no one in the underworld could or could afford to use such a cultivation artifact. There was no such condition.
The clear voice of Taoist Cen came out, "I am the Immortal Official Beizang. I was ordered to come down this time precisely because the underworld has not been brought under the order of the Immortal Court for three thousand years. It has lost control and is in chaos. I have failed to live up to the virtue of heaven!"
You should gather in Qin Guang’s palace, prepare your palace affairs, and wait for my questioning!”
He was not polite and pointed directly to his purpose. This is also the consistent way of immortals managing the underworld. What kind of politeness can be said to some ghosts, even powerful ghosts?
Of course, he is now a fake immortal, but because of this, he must not be soft-spoken, otherwise there are many treacherous and evil people here, all of them are cunning and cunning, and if someone is not careful, his flaws will be discovered.
The kings of Yama are obedient. They have long been accustomed to this way of getting along with the immortals, and they don't think there is anything wrong with losing their dignity. Here, losing face in front of the immortals is not a problem, as long as they can maintain their status, nothing else
None of it matters.
In their view, every time the immortals come down, it is basically the same tune. They will first use big words to suppress you, and then pretend to read the files. What can they really find out? As long as everyone behaves more respectfully and has a sincere attitude,
If you recognize a mistake, you must correct it. At least it will be over after a while. This is their experience. They have done the process for tens of thousands of years, so it is not a big deal.
These ghost officials lined up in two rows, respectfully, and a red carpet was made out of nowhere. There were sounds of silk and bamboo, and there were many ceremonial guards. They made it perfect for human emperors. This was probably them.
The most solemn etiquette imaginable, there is nothing we can do, why are they not monks?
