My immortal cultivation game has come true

As soon as these words came out.

"Alas!"

The City God sighed with a bitter face.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth. Maybe in a year or two, this City God's Mansion will disappear along with the entire Netherworld Minglang City."

"Speaking of which, you are the Left Judge of the Five Thunder Courtyard, in charge of rewarding good and punishing evil for the living, and I am the Yin God City God of the Netherworld, in charge of reincarnation and extradition of the dead."

"We are also grasshoppers on the same rope."

"I have seen that you have been the Left Judge here for some time. Haven't you noticed that there are so few incense offerings here?" The City God asked in a serious tone.

There are so few incense offerings?

Xuan Qing was slightly startled.

He really hadn't discovered this problem.

After all.

His main source of incense offerings is on Earth, and as for the incense offerings in this Journey to the West world, he really didn't pay much attention to it.

Besides, he is a living person, whether the incense is strong or weak will not affect his survival, at most it means less ingots.

"I don't care about the incense in the world!" Xuan Qing said lightly.

"This"

The City God was stunned.

He remembered that the person in front of him was not an ordinary immortal official, but a Taoist immortal official with a physical body.

"Alas!" The City God sighed again.

Originally thought that his chance had come and finally saw hope, but he didn't expect that this newly appointed colleague was actually a salted fish.

It seems that he is really going to be finished and will disappear with the underworld~

Seeing this.

Xuan Qing frowned deeply, and he was already a little unhappy in his heart.

"Can the City God make it clear at once? The person I hate most in my life is the riddle man!"

After hearing this.

The City God waved his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, drank it in one gulp, and then rubbed his face.

"Since you want to know, I will start from the beginning."

"More than four hundred years ago, this place was a large border city called Minglang City. Suddenly one day, a huge earthquake occurred, causing countless deaths and injuries, and the city became a town."

"That's fine. As long as I give myself some time to recuperate, I can recover as before."

"But I don't know when there was another Guanyin Temple in Minglang Town. There is an elder named Jinchi in it. He is good at deceiving people and his means of attracting believers are also very clever."

"You also know that the underworld gods in places like me usually make a living by extraditing ghosts to earn some merits."

"Originally, the people in the town would return to the netherworld after death, This god can earn some merits to live by extraditing them to reincarnation. "

"But now, whenever there are people dying in the town, they are all saved by those monks, avoiding the netherworld and going directly to the Western Paradise. Alas!"

"As time goes by, this god has become what he is now."

The City God smiled miserably and opened his cloak. "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by fellow Taoists. The last time I extradited a ghost to reincarnation was a year ago when an old woman died in the town."

"It was because the old woman who died was the descendant of the land god of Black Wind Town. The other party didn't want their descendants to be taken to the Far West, so they secretly left it to this god."

Such a miserable situation.

Xuan Qing took a breath.

This City God is too miserable. Not only has he lost the incense faith, but even the qualification to extradite ghosts to reincarnation and earn the minimum living allowance has been taken away by Buddhism.

Wait a year ago?

An old woman died. The descendants of the town's land god. Combining this information, isn't it just Pang Ya's grandmother?

Instantly.

In Xuanqing's mind, he couldn't help but recall the time when he just came to the town, wanted to earn humanitarian merits, and finally felt that he had a connection with Pang Ya, so he took her in as a boy.

It turned out that the original incident had such a deep story.

At this moment.

After explaining everything.

The City God looked straight at Xuanqing.

In his eyes, there was hope again. For him, the appearance of the Taoist in front of him was the last hope.

However.

What disappointed the City God was that from the eyes of this Taoist, he could not see the other party's intention to take over the matter.

On second thought, it was not the Taoist's fault. He could only blame himself for his bad luck and destined to have this disaster.

After all, behind the Guanyin Zen Temple is the flourishing Buddhism. Who would offend the giant of Buddhism, Guanyin Bodhisattva, for a small city god?

"Forget it. As the saying goes, the soul is scattered like a lamp. Since you have wandered to the netherworld, I will burn my last bit of strength to help you." The face of the city god was depressed.

These words were sincere and there was no extra thought, because there was no reincarnation for the Yin God like him. If it disappeared, it would really disappear.

When a person is about to die, his words are good. The Yin God is about to disappear. It is better to shine for the last time, at least to make this Taoist stronger, and disgust the culprit who made him disappear.

After that.

Without waiting for the other party to react.

The city god waved his right hand.

The patched cloak seemed to be blown by an inexplicable wind and kept floating.

Then.

The entire Netherworld was surging with wind and clouds, and an extremely huge Netherworld aura rushed towards the City God's Mansion from all directions.

All this happened in an instant.

When Xuan Qing came to his senses, he found that his surroundings were already shrouded by a gray mist.

Just when he thought that the City God was angry and ready to attack him because he was indifferent, and he was about to die and revive again.

He found that.

His soul power was increasing at an extremely terrifying speed.

In just a few seconds, the power of the soul was more than 20% stronger, and the strength of the soul was still rising.

After an incense stick.

The surrounding netherworld aura dissipated completely and returned to the previous level.

"Hu~" Xuan Qing opened his eyes and took a deep breath. There was a slight change in his eyes when he looked at the City God.

However.

The City God Temple had not noticed it yet, but said in a sad tone:

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qing, after this action of this god, I am afraid that I can only live for half a year. I don't expect you to go against the Guanyin Zen Temple, I just hope..."

The words paused slightly.

The City God turned his head and glanced at the two ghost soldiers standing beside him.

"I just hope that fellow Taoist can save these two children and send them to other cities. Whether they choose to reincarnate or find a job somewhere else, it is better than dying here with me!"

After saying that.

The City God actually bent down and bowed deeply to Xuan Qing.

For the City God who was about to die, dignity was no longer meaningful. Now the only hope was to try his best to save the soldiers who had been following him.