Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"Thank you for making the trip." Zong Jue handed the jar full of human souls to his colleague Gui Shihei, who will be on a business trip at the end of the year. "Just give the ghost lamp, these few don't need to be judged."

"By the way, why didn't your brother come together?"

"He's on vacation today." When he mentioned his younger brother, Gui Shihei couldn't help showing a three-point smile on his face, and then continued, "Master Ghost Lantern asked me to give this to you. Everyone is busy recently, so I still need to trouble you." You handle this."

The box that Zong Jue stuffed into Ghost Lantern returned to him within a few days.

"The props department said that the time-traveling army cast the embryo of a new enemy knife. It is difficult to determine what it is if it is not cast." Ghost Shihei dug out a thick stack of information from his bag, "This is their Let me bring you the research records."

"That's right, it's the end of the year." Zong Jue took the documents and flipped through them, rubbing his forehead and sighing.

Although Huang Quan is working overtime all year round, the workload will suddenly increase to two to three times the usual amount at the end of each year and the beginning of the next year. The event is full of various accidents due to excessive excitement or drunkenness, coupled with a group of couples formed by piercing the window paper under the impetus of the festive atmosphere, not only the dead in the short period of three months The number of dead people will skyrocket, and the opportunities for the deceased to be reincarnated will be countless, and the ensuing transfer of work arrangements will be enough to make all the staff of Huangquan stationed in the office with their own luggage and work non-stop until they vomit blood.

In case of accidental luck, which yin-yang barrier breaks at the most chaotic moment when the ages intersect and let out a few ghosts and monsters to do evil in this world, even the likes as powerful as Zong Jue's ghost lamp will not be able to resist their eyes. Yihei slammed his head on the table and pretended to be dead.

Not joking but telling the truth, let alone the year when Sadako sneaked out, Zong Jue was so tired that he had to lie down for half a year before he felt relieved after he brought her back to clean up the mess.

Gui Shihei also showed a look of concern on his face. As the jailer who leads the wandering dead to the underworld, he and his younger brother Gui Shibai are so busy at the end of each year that they are dizzy and dizzy, like ghosts. Shi Bai's vacation today was obtained from his boss's boss, Yan Mo, who he worked overtime for half a year.

Compared with their rigid direct superior Judge, Yan Mo is relatively easy to talk to.

"But your clothes look much better than before." Zong Jue raised his eyebrows, "Xiaobai picked it for you?"

"It's a Christmas gift." Ghosts and gods who need to travel to the world all year round, like ghosts and black ghosts and whites, are often able to keep up with the development of the world's trends. It's just that Zong Jue knew at a glance that Gui Shihei's textured coat was definitely not something this straight man would buy.

Until now, when he thinks of Gui Shihei's wardrobe full of brightly colored hoodies, he still feels his eyes hurt.

Sometimes I really don't know who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother between Ghost Shihei and Ghost Shibai.

"That... the main hall?" Wuhu, who was serving as a close servant today, stepped back and knocked on the door, and carefully poked his head halfway in, "Shi, Shizhi government is here and someone wants to see you."

"What's the matter?" Zong Jue asked.

"They said yes, um...there is something I want to ask you about the meeting at the headquarters a few days ago." The five tigers backed the door and looked at Zong Jue worriedly. The experience that the government came to the door was when the former judge was taken away by the law enforcement team. Although he was somewhat fortunate to have escaped, the experience of the former judge being taken away without any resistance left him A lot of psychological shadow has been cast.

Little Short Knife's worry was pure and cute, Zong Jue patted him on the head with a smile to reassure him, "They came quickly."

Gui Shihei sneered lightly, biting the senbei that Zong Jue had put on the table, and said, "You haven't settled yet?"

"Maybe it's because I'm old." Zong Jue smiled, "It makes people feel like they can be bullied to the head."

He told the Five Tigers to retreat and bring the people from the Government of Time, and smiled at Gui Shihei: "Now it's your young people's world."

Ghost Messenger Hei shook his head again and again: "It's okay to ask me to fight, but I can't do this kind of work. If something happens, you can't deduct my salary."

He still has to save his salary to buy Xiaobai a New Year's gift.

"It doesn't matter if something goes wrong." Zong Jue also pinched a piece of senbei and put it in his mouth, "This is the era of population explosion."

The second half of his sentence happened to call Shi Zhi's government official who pushed the door to come in. Hearing this, he immediately felt that his legs were weak for three minutes and he couldn't move any further. When he looked up at Zong Jue's smile, he felt full of oppression. With an extremely mean and gloomy face, he felt that his calves were spinning and sweating profusely.

Zong Jue smiled and nodded as if he didn't notice their guilty conscience, and said softly, "I don't know how many of you are coming today, I've been waiting for a long time."

"No, no, no." The leader waved his hands again and again and laughed awkwardly, "We came here uninvited, please don't take offense, please don't take offense."

Ghost Messenger Hei Kacha Kacha chewed on the senbei and said vaguely, "This is that... from the Government of Time? It doesn't look very good."

As soon as he said this, some of the people sent by the government of the time had expressions that were not right. Zong Jue reprimanded without distraction: "Don't be rude."

The little soldiers brought here couldn't hold back, but the leader didn't care much about Zong Jue's attitude. The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, nodded and bowed and said, "It's our rudeness to disturb you two. ...It is really urgent, so I have to take the liberty to visit."

Of course he knew that there were not many sensible young people in the back, so he couldn't help but scolded those idiot colleagues who were trying to hold him back when the catastrophe was imminent, and he had to nod and bow on his face for fear of accidentally offending anyone in front of him ——Even though one or two of them who can reach the high-level positions of the Government of Time are among the top geniuses in spiritual power or technology, and he himself was given many names when he was young, but these people are nothing more than geniuses in the end. It's nothing more than a genius at the limit of human beings. It is impossible to compare with ghosts and gods who have already transcended the mundane. The stronger he is, the more he can feel this deeply.

It's a pity that not all his colleagues are as clear-headed as he is—human beings tend to go to two extremes when they are strong, or they realize their own insignificance and become more awed and humble, or they become more arrogant because of their own strength. Unfortunately, as the original elders of the Government of Time either passed away or retired one by one, the latter gradually became the mainstream of the Government of Time.

Can't they think more before they do stupid things? !If you want to die, don't drag him with you!

The middle-aged man was so angry that he smashed the entire office after he knew what happened in the conference room, and now he has to nod and bow down to clean up the mess for them, almost wanting to surrender directly to the enemy.

"You mean those gentlemen whose speeches are particularly impressive." Zong Jue clapped his hands and said, "It's just a coincidence, I won't see you if it's later. It's a ghost, let these few see each other for the last time .”

"You are really kind." With a mocking arc on the corner of Gui Shihei's mouth, he took out the jar from his pocket and threw it on the table, "Hey, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, I still have work and no time waste."

Zong Jue forcibly stuffed more than a dozen souls into a small glass jar the size of a teacup, so crowded that the faces of each soul were deformed. Unscratched red strawberry jam still hung on the bottom and glass walls of the jar.

"Can't you wash the clothes?" Gui Shihei couldn't help complaining, "The soul will be stained."

"You don't want to eat." Zong Jue said.

"What if I get my clothes dirty." The ghost said, "It's very expensive."

The two of them chatted with each other as if there was no one else present. The middle-aged man at the head couldn't bear it, but the young man behind couldn't help it. They both opened their mouths in anger and shouted: "How can you do this! It's too much——"

"Who is going too far?" Zong Jue was still smiling, but Gui Shihei's face had completely sunk. He subconsciously held his huge black sickle and narrowed his eyes to look at Zong Jue, "When did your temper become so violent?" So good?"

Zong Jue just laughed, lazily playing with the jar and said, "Such a filthy soul can't be washed clean after tens of thousands of years in a pool of blood."

"The sea of ​​fire can burn all the crimes." Gui Shihei said, his eyes swept from the middle-aged man at the head to the young man who was frightened by his sudden attack and showed him a malicious look. Smiling, "The props department is also looking for experimental products."

The young man trembled and looked away unnaturally.

"Okay, let's do your job." Zong Jue threw the jar on the table back to Gui Shihei, "Otherwise, I'll have to work overtime again."

"If you have a good temper, you will be crawled on your head by fleas." Ghost Messenger Hei caught the jar with a smile, "Then I'll leave first, and I will remember to say hello to Master Ghost Lantern."

He had a hippie smile on his face, and when he left, he did not forget to embrace the young man who had just spoken, and said, "I will definitely attend the trial after your death, young man."

Gui Shihei patted his ass and left with a jar of souls of high-ranking government officials of the time, leaving behind the young man who was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, kneeling on the ground, and the middle-aged man who led him cursed his mother The young man who didn't open the door wiped his butt, and almost tore his handkerchief into a rag.

He looked so pitiful, Zong Jue shook his head and sighed, raised his voice and asked the five tigers who were guarding outside to bring tea and snacks to entertain him to sit down, then held the teacup and said gently: "I know that in your hearts, We ghosts and gods are old things that have been eliminated by the times."

One sentence from him stirred up the cold sweat that the middle-aged man was not easy to get rid of, and he said in a low voice, "No, no."

"Actually, that's true. We shouldn't have interfered in the internal wars of human beings. It has nothing to do with us to control your history. Even if history really changes, it's just a different form of existence." Zong Jue His tone was not the slightest bit angry, but the content made people feel like sitting on pins and needles and shivering. "It's just because of our friendship for so many years that I couldn't help but intervene. Now that I think about it, we are meddling in our own business."

No matter how history changes, the gods born naturally will not change. They will exist in all time and space forever. At most, it is because human beliefs are put on different shells and differentiate into different It's just external performance.

For example, Huang Quan, when the Greeks believe in Hades, when the Christians believe in Satan, when the Japanese believe in Yama, it will be Izanami, but in the final analysis They are all different external manifestations of the existence of "samsara of life and death" differentiated by human beliefs.

As long as human beings have beliefs about death and reincarnation, they will last forever.

"Human affairs should be handled by human beings themselves." Zong Jue said, "If the failure disappears, it is also the trajectory of fate."

"No! Please—!" Not only the middle-aged man in the lead, but everyone's expressions changed. Zong Jue's words undoubtedly poured a lot of cold water on those who have been dazzled by the good battle situation in recent days, calling them Once again, I remembered an extremely important thing—Whether Huang Quan or Gao Tianyuan provided assistance to the Government of Time purely out of pity for the weak, not any mutually beneficial cooperation. Except for a little benefit, the rest is voluntary labor with no benefit at all, and you can withdraw these aids at any time if you are in a hurry.

Zong Jue simply wanted to scare them and tell the government of the time not to play too much. After all, it would be quite a headache if history was really changed.

Slightly intimidating the government of Shizhi for taking a large sum of money, Zong Jue smiled and asked the five tigers to send away the group of Shizhi government who were almost collapsed, and weighed the box that Gui Shihei sent, not wanting to move at all.

After a leisurely vacation, I really don't want to work at all...

"The main hall..." Wuhu Tui, who came back from seeing off the guests, stood by the door with the cub in his arms, hesitating whether to remind the god judge that he hadn't done his daily lesson today, "That... forging the knife..."

God judges probably like forging knives quite a bit, and they have so few members in Honmaru.

"Okay, fine, forging knife—" Zong Jue dragged out the end of his voice, hugged his teacup and grinded it for a while, then walked into the forging room with the box.

The unformed knives in the box were thrown into the forging furnace, and he told the swords to stay away from the forging room, so Zong Jue could unscrupulously increase the firepower without worrying about whether the overheating temperature would hurt the fragile swords or not. I don't know what kind of material the knife blank is forged so that it is extremely strong and stable. Even Zong Jue, who has seen many good materials, wants to secretly swallow this knife blank.

"boom----!"

The swords in the hommaru heard a loud noise, and then saw a golden light rising from the direction of the forging room, and a clear sound resounded through the sky amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

The swordsmen couldn't understand it, but Yueyomi Ming, who had communicated with the Chinese gods next door, understood it.

"Where is the evildoer! Eat my old grandson!"

The author has something to say:

Xiao Hei is still the captain of my dog ​​food team. He has worked hard and is well-behaved, so even though he knows that the price is not high, he is still promoted to six.

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