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Volume 2: A Dream of Hua Xu Chapter 8: Examination of the Yin

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    In the dark street, a black shadow suddenly appeared, hanging far behind them.  Gui Cha was secretly cautious, but Xu Xian seemed unaware and just watched the night view of Hangzhou.

    There are more and more black shadows, but I don¡¯t know which corner they are emerging from, and they are getting closer and closer. When they come close, they are all ghosts.

    Some had bruised and swollen faces, some had broken necks and drooped heads, and some were covered in blood.  What's more, he has been transformed into a ghost for too long and no longer looks like a human being.  One by one followed behind, occasionally making a strange cry.  It's shocking to hear it.

    Gui Cha was horrified that all the resentful ghosts in Hangzhou City had appeared.  Looking up, Xu Xian was still walking quietly in front, with no fear on his face. No, it should be that he had never seen any expression before.  Gui Cha suddenly realized that he was attracted by the light emanating from Xu Xian's body. Yang Qi is what all ghosts need.  Even if the mind is unclear, the yearning for that kind of light and heat is instinctive.

    Xu Xian didn't say a word, but just strode forward. His calm attitude made the ghosts around him let go of their worries.  One person moved forward, and hundreds of ghosts followed him. This power made him feel shocked.  Even his City God Lord Zhao Wenhui relied on his priesthood to suppress the ghosts, but he did not have such courage.

    In front of the City God's Temple, Xu Xian walked straight in. The ghosts did not dare to enter and lingered outside the temple gate, refusing to leave.

    Zhao Wenhui came forward with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are really impressive. Please take a seat."

    When the two of them took their seats, a waiter had already served tea. The fragrance was as fragrant as ordinary tea.  But Xu Xian was not interested in it. He pointed at the crowd of ghosts outside the door and said, "Isn't it your responsibility for the city god to judge the underworld? Why don't you ignore it?" Xu Xian's words were quite rude, but Zhao Wenhui didn't care. If these people are guarding  He just finds the etiquette of the world strange!

    "Do you know when there are the most evil spirits?"

    "But during the war?"

    "Exactly, the land of China is sinking, wars are rising everywhere, resentment and murderous intent are soaring into the sky, and it is difficult for you to resolve it even with your magical methods. But the second thing is this peaceful and prosperous age."

    "A peaceful and prosperous age?" Xu Xian understood immediately after thinking about it. Generally speaking, the era with the best folk customs is a period of transition from chaos to order and recuperation.  The virtues of not picking up lost things on the road and not closing the door at night are often passed down.  But in the truly peaceful and prosperous age, countless people died in unknown circumstances.

    "I can't do anything about ghosts who die with hatred and have great resentment. Some of them are successful in spiritual practice and have extraordinary magical power, and they are even more arrogant and domineering." Zhao Wenhui hesitated to speak. He is not as good as the city god on the surface.  The scenery is beautiful, but the pain in it is hard to describe to others.

    "Are there no Yin soldiers?" Xu Xian asked.

    "I'm just the city god, I don't command troops, and even if I have troops. Just like the government in this Yang world, even if there are countless soldiers and horses, can it be free of bandits?"

    Xu Xian thought thoughtfully, there are difficulties in the Yang world, and there are also difficulties in the underworld. You will not be able to do whatever you want just because you have some magic power.  Since there are difficulties, there must be something to ask for. Xu Xian said clearly: "You invite me again and again, presumably because you have something to ask for. The last time I received your favor, I haven't repaid it yet. You can say whatever you want, and I will do my best."  Receiving favors from others must end as soon as possible, this is what Xu Xian is thinking now.  The reason why Xu Xian came was, firstly, to see the gods of this world, and secondly, to cut off the cause and effect of the Yang-Returning Pill.

    Zhao Wenhui knows that for this kind of people, etiquette is useless. You won't feel happy if you praise him, and you won't feel angry if you despise him. It's better to tell each other directly, which will save each other trouble.  He simply spoke frankly about his difficulties.

    It turns out that he was an ordinary wealthy man during his lifetime, but he only accumulated virtues and did good deeds throughout his life. After his death, Lord Yama allowed me to be reincarnated into a wealthy and noble family.

    It's just that he is not an official material, but he still has some sense of responsibility. After more than ten years, he has been working tirelessly to deal with official affairs all day long, but he feels that he is more tired than alive. A few days ago, he went to ask Yan Jun again.  He wanted to remove himself from the position of city god, but Yan Jun angrily scolded him and rushed back.

    As a result, he ended up doing good deeds throughout his life. He was so sad that he cried loudly by the Naihe Bridge. Judge Cui happened to be passing by, so he gave him a warning and asked him to find someone who could replace him. He went to Yan Jun to replace him.  He interceded.  It's just that as the times get more peaceful and prosperous, there are fewer and fewer virtuous people. Every state and county in the world needs a city god, and where can he find someone to replace him?

    That day, when he was meditating hard, a golden light flashed across the sky, and he thought of it and invited Xu Xian to take a look.  He has been a city god for more than ten years and has some knowledge. One look into Xu Xian's eyes and he knew that he was exactly the person he needed.  After checking the life and death book again, I found that he had accumulated more than 100,000 merits as a commoner. Although he had lost 100,000 for some reason recently, it was more than enough to serve as the city god.

    The faces of the four ghosts nearby were distorted when they heard this, and they couldn¡¯t even laugh or cry.?I didn¡¯t expect that the adult who has always been very good at taking advantage of others would be so thoughtful.  They didn't know that Zhao Wenhui always looked so majestic when he saw the official. In order to be a good official, he had to pretend for more than ten years.  He was stunned to turn Zhao Dashan, who always had a kind smile on his face, into the now unsmiling City God.  Now that I can finally express my thoughts, I can't say enough.

    Xu Xian understood in his heart, thought for a while and said: "I can temporarily take this position to give you some time to rest, but this matter is still in vain, and I can't leave the world of the sun now."

    Zhao Wenhui was disappointed, but he finally felt relieved that he had someone to support him.  The four ghosts under him are all warriors, and none of them can help him solve the case. Even he himself has to fumble around.  There are three hundred and sixty-five days a year, not even a holiday, so why not complain?  Maybe it would be better if he had a pretty secret, but the four around him were all extremely ugly men who could lose all motivation to work just by looking at him.  It is not easy to work in this harsh environment for more than ten years.

    Zhao Wenhui said hello, and soon a mountain of copywriting was placed in the hall.  Embarrassedly, he said: "These are all the errands that Brother Yu has accumulated over the years. Brother Xian, please start taking care of them tonight!"

    Xu Xian stepped forward and took out a book at random, flipped through it, and then put it down.  "Is there any law of the underworld?"

    Zhao Wenhui slapped his head, I was confused.  So a bunch of laws were moved out of the library, and Xu Xian read them one by one.  He already has a photographic memory, and now that Yang Shen has left his body, it is even more extraordinary.  With one glance and ten lines, all the laws are clear to the mind, and every word is not missed.

    After a stick of incense, Xu Xian put down the last book of laws, raised his head and said, "It's time to start."

    In the Chenghuang Temple, Xu Xian sat unceremoniously in the hall. The files were placed in front of him one by one. He lowered his head and concentrated on correcting them.  When there was a new death or ghost being brought up in the hall, some were crying bitterly, some were scolding, or some were begging for mercy. Xu Xian's face did not change, and he judged them one by one according to the laws of the underworld in his heart. There was no hesitation in criticizing, and he was very strict.

    What he did was exactly what the City God did to judge the underworld.

    Normally, Zhao Wen would cut off a ghost and show mercy to those who cried bitterly, beat those who scolded, praise those who were good, and reprimand those who were bad.  Xu Xian, on the other hand, no matter what the people in the hall are like, he just follows the laws of the underworld and does whatever he wants. With a flying pen, he writes down the judgment of each ghost and gives it to the ghost messenger to stick it on the ghost's back.

    When the number is enough, another ghost driver will drive them to the underworld, or they will be reincarnated in the six paths of reincarnation or sent to hell to be punished.  This is the meaning of the existence of the City God. If every ghost is taken to the underworld for retrial, let alone the long journey.  I don¡¯t know how many people died in one day in the world, so how could there be so much effort?

    The four ghosts, one driving, one escorting the ghost, one delivering papers, and one beating, were all being ordered around by Xu Xian.  On weekdays, I could still take time to watch the trial, but today I couldn't care less about it.  Zhao Wenhui originally wanted to help, but in the end he couldn't get involved, so he was happy to relax.  He smiled from ear to ear as he watched the papers on the table shrink one by one.  I drank tea and watched for a while, then walked around twice and then went to the back to take a nap. I don¡¯t know why I still slept.

    Xu Xian processed the things in front of him as quickly as a computer, but he never stopped absorbing the power of the sun.  Later, the ghosts in the hall saw only one figure in the golden light in the hall, and no one was afraid.

    "Hey, grandpa has been in the world for decades and has never believed in evil. How can you pretend to be a ghost?" Suddenly a ghost broke free from the red-faced ghost's suppression and rushed toward the hall. This attack was like a tiger attacking food, coming from a narrow wind.  It turned out to be much faster than alive.

    In a blink of an eye, he was only a few feet away from Xu Xian.
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