The First Sword of the Earth

Chapter 374: Enlightenment from the Temple of Yama! 【Four more】

"Group leader Qin, you have done nothing at such an opportunity. Do you really think that we old bones can't walk anymore and can be deceived at will?"

In the bedroom with the curtains drawn, the figure lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up at the sound.

In the dark corner of the wall, a figure slowly emerged; it was just a phantom, like a ghost, with a treacherous aura, after saying this sentence, there were a few fierce laughter in his mouth.

Qin Yishen, who was wearing dark blue pajamas, became a little more awake, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy. There was a ray of sunlight falling on his side face through the gap between the curtains, which made his face even more frightening.

"First, I have my own measure;

Second, I am not your vassal, you and I just cooperate with each other.

Third, you shouldn't come here, unless I take the initiative to contact you, you shouldn't contact me... This is the rule we set before! "

"Rules? Tsk," the phantom in the corner sneered, raised his head slightly, revealing a little gray beard, "Now that Team Leader Qin is getting too arrogant, he thinks, can we stop paying attention to us old things? Yes ?

You have to know that if I want to kill you, I can crush you to death here with just this avatar. "

Qin Yishen slowly closed his eyes to calm down his anger, and said calmly, "Of course I won't forget what I promised you, you just need to wait for a while."

"Wait? You asked us to wait earlier, saying that those barbarian lands can put a lot of pressure on the monastic community, so that you can let the current imperial court invite us to leave the customs."

There was a little smirk on the corner of the figure's mouth, "Now you say wait, do you really think that we are trapped in that deep mountain and can't hear what's going on outside the window?

Now those barbarian evil cultivators have been flattened by that sword cultivator named Wang Feiyu!

There is no more pressure outside, how long do you want us to wait? "

"Soon," Qin Yishen's eyes showed a bit of helplessness, "I can reply you directly, very soon.

Evil cultivators abroad are vulnerable, which is beyond my expectation. I was even prepared at the time. If Wang Sheng died there and the main force of the Taoist sect was plotted by the opponent, then you can take advantage of the situation...

but you don't have to worry,

Now I have prepared a comprehensive plan, and I will notify you to make a move at a critical moment.

I will definitely do what I promised you; but I also hope that what you promised me will be carried out perfectly in the future. "

"Oh, of course," the phantom sneered, slowly floated over, and slowly spun around Qin Yishen's body, "I'll give you another three years, the last three years.

Qin Yishen, all we care about is our face. Back then, the contemporary celestial master of Longhushan placed the restriction on us. I want this contemporary celestial master to lift the restriction for us! Let today's monks kneel down in front of us, and respectfully call out Patriarch!

Do you think we can't get out of this predicament now? Oh, it's not impossible, it's just that I don't want to.

Don't worry, we are not interested in worldly affairs, as long as you help us out of trouble, your so-called ideals, blueprints, and your smooth career have nothing to do with us. "

Da da da……

Suddenly there was the sound of high heels and the floor being knocked outside the door, Qin Yishen immediately turned over and stood beside the bed, and the phantom quickly disappeared into the corner of the wall, leaving only a voice:

"Three years, you only have the last three years."

Click, the door lock was unlocked, and the young girl who walked in wearing a cheongsam and holding a file bag couldn't help being stunned.

"Team leader, are you awake?"

Qin Yishen stood there, closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, sat up slowly, and wiped his face with his hands.

He waved to the door, the girl understood, closed the door, swaying her slim waist, and walked in slowly.

"Jiuqian, what time is it?"

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, you just rested for four hours..."

The young, beautiful and youthful woman showed a charming smile at the man who was actually an uncle, and threw the document bag in her hand on the bed, "Leader, do you need me to help you relax?"

Qin Yishen nodded, and did not reject his subordinate's kindness, he really needed to relax...

Half a minute later, a man's muffled hum continued to be heard in the room;

In the room, Qin Yishen was lying on the carpet, and the young female secretary kept stepping lightly on his waist and back.

"Hiss - it hurts, hurts, hurts! Slow down, Jiuqian! My waist is almost broken!"

"Team leader, the investigation team is about to start the live broadcast of the small underworld. It is said that the chief of Feiyu and Fairy Buyu will be temporarily acting as judges. What should we do?"

"Look at it, don't worry about these things, are the materials I want ready?"

"It's all in this file bag," Zhang Jiuqian raised her feet rhythmically, "But the team leader, the suzerain of the Diyin Sect is very slippery. If we focus on him, we may not get any results."

A sneer flashed across Qin Yishen's mouth, and he continued to speak slowly: "Shen Suian is a businessman, as long as there are enough benefits, he will find him himself.

The Hidden Earth Sect is a key part of the plan. If we cannot win the support of the Sovereign of the Hidden Earth Sect, it will be three to five times more difficult for us to promote reform...

Jiuqian, step on it. "

"where?"

"That's right there, where I often step on... that's right! Hiss! Phew!"

For a moment, with the man's scream, the scene in the room became more and more chaotic.

...

In the small underworld, over the eighteenth floor of hell, in front of the ten halls and the fifth hall of Yama, more than a hundred figures are walking against the sky.

Revisiting the old place, Wang Sheng also felt a lot of emotion, but this time he was not here for sightseeing, and there was no urgent matter to deal with. The small underworld has become more and more stable in recent years.

Immortal Meng Po sat upright in the Hall of Reincarnation and didn't pay much attention to this matter, but the opening and closing of the 'organs' in the small underworld were all within her mind.

Just like this majestic Yan Luo Hall, although the hall is empty, the restrictions outside the hall have been lifted, allowing monks to enter by themselves.

Most of the people here at this time are members of the Diyin sect; they temporarily serve as ghost messengers, temporarily acting as officials of the underworld and the underworld, and they conduct trials of ghosts and souls.

In addition to the members of the Diyin Sect, there are also elders, masters, and disciples sent by various Taoist schools to observe the ceremony, a total of thirty or forty people.

A film crew consisting of instructors of the combat readiness team, a total of eleven or two people.

Sister Xilian was afraid that the yin energy of the small underworld would affect her magic roots, so she took the initiative to stay at home; Wang Xiaomiao also resumed her usual study and practice rhythm, and Xilian was at home to take care of her.

Looking at Wang Sheng at this time, he was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and his face was full of spring breeze. It seemed that everywhere he went, there were flowers blooming and spring flowers blooming.

Let's look at today's protagonist, Senior Sister, wearing a plain white dress, a purple gold cloak over her shoulders, a little makeup, bright red lips, and a lot of majesty in her eyebrows and eyes.

The chief director of this live broadcast was Qing Yanzi, and the technical advisor was Shen Suian. At this time, the two checked the process again, and after confirming that it was correct, Qing Yanzi stood in front of the hall and shouted:

"Fairy Huaqing enters the palace!"

Mu Wanxuan bowed slightly to her master, then stepped forward slowly, the back of the cloak was dragged away in the clouds, and stepped into the hall step by step.

Wang Sheng was just standing by the side in a daze at his senior sister Mei, but Qing Yanzi reprimanded him secretly:

"Don't follow up! Do you have to call 'Fairy Huaqing's assistant' to enter the arena again for the teacher?!"

Wang Daochang smiled resentfully, put the sheathed Wuling sword in his hand, and followed behind the senior sister, looking down at the road in a dignified manner.

Entering the hall, you can see the gods shining in the hall, and you can hear loud laughter full of heroism echoing in your ears;

The threatening laughter of the ghost messenger, the cries of grievances from the big ghosts and the little ghosts, and the majestic roar of King Yama seemed to come one after another across thousands of years.

Mu Wanxuan was not affected at all, she walked straight forward to the center of the hall, and went up the stairs holding her skirt.

Wang Sheng calmed down for a while, knowing that this hall itself had a spirit, he bowed his head and followed, and stood aside when the senior sister took the main seat.

As if aware of Wang Sheng's identity as the "boy holding a sword", those disturbing ghosts and wolves disappeared immediately.

Qing Yanzi shouted again in front of the hall:

"After the Immortal of the Underworld, the temporary servant of the Yamen of the Underworld, enter the palace!"

The disciples of the Diyin Sect who had already practiced it several times agreed in unison, and then made a sound of 'hu' and 'drink' in their mouths, each of them widened their eyes and opened the corners of their mouths, all of them looked fierce; or Hold the knife across the waist, or hold the black wooden stick with both hands, line up in two teams, and file in.

After entering the hall, these members of the Diyin Sect knelt down at the same time and saluted Mu Wanxuan on the high seat.

"Excuse me."

Fortunately, the senior sister broke through herself a long time ago, from jumping out word by word, to the word out of two words now, otherwise Wang Sheng can only squeeze his throat and shout "Pingshen 'It's...

Qingyanzi shouted again: "Fairy Huaqing is acting as Lord Yan today, where is the judge's pen?!"

Lights flickered everywhere in the Hall of Yama, wisps of golden light accompanied by gray air slowly rotated directly above the Hall of Yama, and a giant pen more than one meter long quickly condensed and slowly fell in front of Mu Wanxuan.

Mu Wanxuan stretched out her small hand, and the judge's pen suddenly shrank to a size suitable for her to hold.

At that moment, Wang Sheng seemed to see strands of flowing runes here, which seemed to be formations, but not formations.

After thinking about it, it should be the word 'rule'.

Although this place is only a small underworld, there are still rules for the operation of the small underworld.

These few steps arranged by Master and Uncle Shen seem to be the most common scene in the underworld back then, and they have also been cut into the rules of this place.

If you want to resist this rule, you will inevitably be suppressed by the power of the underworld...

The idea that Monk Huai Jing came up with was really an unintentional move.

"The chief judge returns to his position, and the judge's pen has arrived!"

Qing Yanzi yelled again in an old tune: "The ghosts from all over the world, hurry up and escort the demolition criminals!"

"Here!"

The four members of the Diyin sect shouted and walked out of the hall with their knives.

The Taoist priests waiting outside the hall each took out a few jade bottles, and in the bottles were the souls of those foreign evil cultivators. The four members of the Diyin sect each took only one jade bottle, turned and entered the hall.

The seven or eight fixed camera positions in the main hall have already started filming...