I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Feng Jingchen looked around for a week.

Finally, the left side of the residential area was selected, more than 200 meters away.

He waved his hand lightly.

The garbage on that piece of land was swept to the next door, leaving more than 300 square meters of flat land in the blink of an eye.

With such a big movement, all the nearby ghosts were startled!

Everyone poked their heads curiously.

I want to see what kind of new stuff Lord Yan is up to this time.

Feng Jingchen let them look at him.

Raising his hand again, he placed the Yin Qi Absorber and Enchanting Table in the center of the open space.

The two machines have smooth lines and a strong sense of technology.

In this gray dungeon, there is a strong sense of existence.It's like something out of the sky.

When all the ghosts saw these two machines, they couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Obviously they didn't know what it was, but somehow, there seemed to be a voice in their minds.

These two machines may completely change their lives and the entire underworld!

Just when the hearts of the ghosts were surging.

Feng Jingchen piled the brooms, hoes and other tools that Murong Xiaoxiao bought on the left side of the machine.

This small open space is one-third full.

All the ghosts:? ? ?

What is wrong with the style of painting?

Just when everyone was stunned.

Fang Zhimin trotted all the way to Feng Jingchen.

Now he has half a foot into the ranks of alchemists, and his intuition for those two machines is stronger than any ghost!

Fang Zhimin didn't even care about etiquette, and asked eagerly, "Lord Yan, what is this?"

Feng Jingchen turned to look at him, and said mysteriously: "You might as well try."

Fang Zhimin: "How to try?"

Feng Jingchen activated the batteries on the two machines.

The big horn that absorbs the Yin Qi starts to rumble, frantically absorbing the Yin Qi around it!

This startled the ghosts again.

Fang Zhimin's eyes lit up: "This is an enhanced version of that little thing?!"

Fang Zhimin has been envious of Xiezhi's energy compression device for a long time!

Feng Jingchen: "It's just an enlarged version."

With Wu Xinghai's current strength, he still can't make an enhanced version.

He pointed to a red button on the enchanting table: "Click that."

Without saying a word, Fang Zhimin ran over and pressed lightly.

The enchanting table suddenly opened.

Fang Zhimin subconsciously took half a step back.

Looking at the structure inside the enchanting table, I became even more confused: "What... is it for?"

Feng Jingchen took out a pair of gloves: "Put these on, try putting the broom over there into the machine."

This glove was taken casually by Feng Jingchen from the laboratory, and a little yin was sealed in it.

Fang Zhimin didn't know why, but he still obeyed obediently.

He successfully grabbed a broom.

Feng Jingchen's eyes brightened slightly.

This plan really works!

The biggest difficulty in letting ghosts produce Yin Qi tools is that they cannot touch ordinary items.

Now that there are Yin Qi gloves as a bridge, it really is no problem!

Fang Zhimin put the broom into the enchanting table.

But suddenly.

With a thought, he took off his gloves and touched the broom again.

As a result, his hand pierced through the broom as if it didn't exist!

Fang Zhimin was startled: "This...what's going on?!"

Feng Jingchen walked up to him: "These are items from Yangjian. Ghosts can't touch them without special treatment."

Fang Zhimin froze for a moment: "Just like ordinary people can't see ghosts?"

Feng Jingchen nodded: "Almost."

Feng Jingchen has already studied this phenomenon extensively.

He is almost certain that the soul and the body actually exist in different dimensions.

People can't see ghosts because they seem to exist in the same world, but they are actually two different dimensions of the same world.

Only by exercising or meeting some rare conditions can people see and touch things in another dimension.

And injecting yin energy into ordinary items is to mark them with another dimension.

Feng Jingchen briefly introduced this "setting" to Fang Zhimin.

After Fang Zhimin listened, he suddenly realized something.

He suddenly looked up at the enchanting table: "Then this machine..."

"That's right." Feng Jingchen pressed the green button on the enchanting table. "

The lid of the enchanting table slammed shut again.

There were a few bangs from inside.

After three seconds, all movement stopped.

Feng Jingchen turned his head to look at Fang Zhimin: "Try it."

Fang Zhimin hesitantly pressed the red button.

The enchanting table lid opens.

Fang Zhimin didn't put on his gloves, and reached out to hold it.

He caught it!

The enchantment was successful! !

Fang Zhimin slowly took out the broom, but his expression was dull.

Because he has begun to realize the significance of this machine to the underworld.

"Yan Wangye." Fang Zhimin's voice was a little trembling, "After that, can our underworld...be like Yangjian?"

Since this machine can process everything in the yang world into something that can be used by ghosts.

After that, can the underworld be like Yangjian?

The same prosperity, the same colorful, the same...

Vibrant and full of life? !

Don't look at the ghosts who are smiling every day.

However, after seeing the splendor of the underworld, how many ghosts can adapt to the desolation of the underworld?

Although everyone never talked about it, all the ghosts knew it in their hearts.

They have been waiting.

Waiting to reincarnate and return to that beautiful world.

Even Fang Zhimin, he still yearns for that bright world in his memory!

Now, Fang Zhimin looked at the ordinary broom in his hand, as if he saw another more exciting possibility!

He raised his eyes to look at Feng Jingchen, his eyes were so hot that it seemed that a ball of flame was burning.

Feng Jingchen shook his head slightly: "That's right. But it's not only that."

He raised his eyes to look at the underworld that is now full of rubbish, but there seems to be vast rivers and mountains hidden in his eyes: "The initial conditions of our underworld are much better than those in Yangjian."

"What we want to build on this land is not just another world."

His tone was unquestionably firm: "I want to build a home where all good souls can wash away the tiredness of samsara; a hell where all evil souls cannot escape retribution!"

Feng Jingchen's voice was like hitting jade and gold.

Every word fell into Fang Zhimin's ears.

It was as if a pair of big hands pushed away the clouds in his eyes, allowing him to clearly see the road ahead.

Fang Zhimin couldn't help breathing heavily: "Lord Yan, can I help you?"

He also wants to build such a world with his own hands!

Feng Jingchen turned to look at him and said affirmatively, "Of course. I need your help. We need everyone to work together to build the home we want."

Fang Zhimin's dark face suddenly flushed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to say: "Yan Wangye, what do I need to do now?"

Feng Jingchen's tone was steady: "Don't worry, just do the work I gave you before. If you have time, you can study these two machines and see if you can make a few copies."

Feng Jingchen handed him the drawings of the two machines.

Fang Zhimin took it solemnly: "Don't worry, Lord Yan, I will finish all the work tonight!"

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly: "Then you go back to work."

"Yes!" Fang Zhimin didn't want to delay at all, trotting all the way back to his furnace.

At this time, the other ghosts probably also saw something.

Weng Xiaoshu hurried forward and greeted Fushen, "Yan Wangye."

Feng Jingchen turned to look at her: "You came just in time."

He briefly introduced the two machines to Weng Xiaoshu.

Who is Weng Xiaoshu?

I also instantly understood the meaning of these two machines!

Her bright eyes were slightly closed, and she spoke incoherently: "Yan Wangye, then, this...we..."

"That's right." Feng Jingchen repeated what Fang Zhimin said just now.

Weng Xiaoshu was stunned on the spot.

a long time.

She took a deep breath, and her expression suddenly became extremely solemn: "I know. I will tell everyone the good news."

good news.

This is definitely great news!

Weng Xiaoshu has suffered too many hardships in the world.

If you ask who in the whole underworld doesn't want to be reincarnated?

Then she is definitely the first!

If the underworld really becomes a more beautiful world than Yangjian, then why should she go to reincarnation, and then go far away? !

When Weng Xiaoshu thought of this, her body trembled slightly with excitement.

She was even more impatient than Feng Jingchen, wanting to see such a splendid hell!

Feng Jingchen was a little surprised to see Weng Xiaoshu react so strongly.

But that's fine too.

As he said, the construction of the underworld requires the concerted efforts of all.

Only when everyone agrees and aspires to this goal.

Only then can we give full play to our subjective initiative and maximize work efficiency.

Feng Jingchen waited for Weng Xiaoshu to calm down a little, and then talked to her about the joint production business between Hell and Yangjian.

Then he ordered: "You will discuss it with Accountant Li later, and recruit six people, two of whom will work in shifts in a small group to be responsible for this work."

"This position costs 100 yuan per person per month, and only innocent people are recruited. Recruit people as soon as possible to start working."

Weng Xiaoshu came back to his senses.

Immediately nodded solemnly in response, and then confirmed: "Yan Wangye, will all wages be paid in Ming coins in the future?"

"Yes." Feng Jingchen revealed to her, "When our Ming coins are minted, they will gradually replace Yunyin pills."

"But you don't have to worry too much. The wages are just exchanged for Ming coins of the same value, and you can buy Yunyin pills at any time."

When Weng Xiaoshu heard this, her face showed joy: "This feeling is good. It is still inconvenient to use Yunyin Pill. It is much better to have Mingbi."

After finishing speaking, she smiled slightly: "Lord Yan, don't worry, I will tell everyone well. I think everyone should have no objections, after all, they were used to money when they were alive."

Seeing that she understood, Feng Jingchen was also very satisfied.

It's convenient to talk to smart people.

He also ordered: "Okay. You can finish the production of this batch of goods as soon as possible. All the farm tools and construction tools among them will be handed over to Accountant Li after they are finished."

"Construction tools are assigned by Accountant Li to each construction team. As for farm tools, if you need them, you can buy one for each Yunyin Pill."

These agricultural tools include shovels, shovels, nails, rakes, etc., which are also very useful for sorting garbage.

Now Fang Zhimin has no time to refine farm tools for everyone, and the sales of these tools should be very good.

It happened to help Feng Jingchen recover some Yunyin Pill again.

Weng Xiaoshu nodded: "Okay. We don't seem to need any brooms, should we send them all back to Yangjian for sale?"

Feng Jingchen: "Yes, so they have to repackage after production."

When Weng Xiaoshu heard the words, her eyes rolled slightly again, and she didn't know what she understood: "Yes."

After Feng Jingchen finished explaining, he suddenly remembered: "That's right."

He turned his head to look at the Wangchuanhe construction site in the distance.

The excavation of the Wangchuan River is more difficult than the ordinary garbage mountain, and now only service ghosts are left working there.

Feng Jingchen saw at a glance that there were a dozen new faces at the Wangchuanhe construction site.

Although these dozen or so people were working obediently, their expressions were very dissatisfied, and their eyes rolled undisguisedly.

Clearly some bad idea was brewing.

Feng Jingchen motioned Weng Xiaoshu to look over: "How about the newcomers?"

Speaking of this, Weng Xiaoshu slender eyebrows raised: "Don't worry, Lord Yan. Those guys are new here and don't know the rules. I just need to teach them a little bit these days."

She put the emphasis on the word "training".

Weng Xiaoshu grew up in the old society, and the methods of torturing people are beyond the imagination of the new ghosts now.

Feng Jingchen seemed to have no problem: "That's good."

But he also instructed: "There will be more guilty ghosts coming, you should pay close attention. If you have any questions, you can ask Meng Rongxing to contact me at any time."

After the two apps of "Save My Dog's Life" were launched, the underworld can finally communicate with Yangjian through Skynet.

Meng Rongxing can contact Feng Jingchen's Didi Dagui account through the background at any time.

Seeing Feng Jingchen's seriousness, Weng Xiaoshu's expression became more serious: "Yes."

Feng Jingchen: "That's all for now, hurry up."

Weng Xiaoshu hurriedly bowed and left.

Feng Jingchen's eyes followed Weng Xiaoshu's figure, and then raised his eyes to look at the towering city wall rising from the ground in the distance.

Inside the city walls is the land that is being gradually cleaned up.

Numerous ghosts are working in it, but it looks even more desolate.

But such a picture scroll, in Feng Jingchen's eyes, is a brand new, exciting and trembling unknown world!

He can't wait to see how the underworld develops.

Industrialization is not the end, but the beginning!

After the productivity is improved, the underworld can start to develop scientific and technological research.

At that time, Feng Jingchen will be able to explore the new world to his heart's content with the backing of the entire underworld!

suddenly.

A light ring came from the mobile phone in his pocket, interrupting Feng Jingchen's thoughts.

Take it out and take a look.

It's the electronic life and death book's program to search for evil masters!

He quickly opened it.

result…

[A total of 0 suspected evil masters were found. 】

Feng Jingchen: "?"

He thought for a second in doubt.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and he quickly raised his hand to summon the birth and death book.

The thick book of life and death was opened automatically without wind.

In the blink of an eye, he turned to the content Feng Jingchen wanted to see.

There was only one page, which recorded a person's name and birth situation.

then…

The back is blank!

It was almost exactly the same as Kang Zhiwen's situation back then!

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly.

Could it be that the "sacred object" organized by the evil celestial master stopped the investigation of the book of life and death?

Gee.

Sure enough, this organization has been able to develop for so long under the eyes of Xuanmen, so it is not so easy to deal with.

Feng Jingchen turned his eyes lightly, and raised his hand to issue a new search and screening command for the electronic life and death book.

This time, the search is targeting people with these incomplete information.

The evil celestial master organization is trying to hide it so clearly, Feng Jingchen can naturally take advantage of the trend.

As long as you know the names and origins of those evil celestial masters, you can always pull them out and catch them!

The electronic book of life and death began to search automatically.

Feng Jingchen put the phone away, then looked up at the small square behind the ghost gate.

Those whitewashing ghosts were still sitting there, motionless.It's like a statue.

However, it is not that there is no change at all.

Feng Jingchen discovered that two whitewashing ghosts had escaped from the crowd.

Next to the nearby garbage mountain, I started working half-dead!

This is a good sign.

I hope these ghosts can come out slowly.

Feng Jingchen also wanted them to cooperate and study the secret of Li Gui's ability to maintain sanity.

Feng Jingchen shook his head slightly, completely restraining all his thoughts.

One step turned around and returned to Yangjian again.

"Ayu!" Murong Qiao gave a bear hug, "Why did you come back so quickly this time?"

Feng Jingchen was hugged and looked up at him: "I just took the machine back and taught them how to use it. How long did it take?"

"Oh~" Murong Qiao deliberately elongated the tone.

He thought that Ayu would also be responsible for arranging personnel for production and the like.

Feng Jingchen looked at Murong Qiao's blatant temptation.

So he changed the subject openly: "It's getting late, is your master coming soon?"

Murong Qiao got this reply.

The two exchanged a look in silence.

At this glance, it seemed that a lot was said, but nothing was said.

finally.

Murong Qiao followed Feng Jingchen's words, as if nothing happened just now: "Master went to a meeting with the sect master last night. They just left and it will take about an hour to arrive. Let's have breakfast first~"

Feng Jingchen turned his head to look at Wu Xinghai who was boiling water beside him: "Xinghai should go too."

"Ah?" Wu Xinghai's expression froze, "No, no need. I still have instant noodles."

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I didn't care about you this week, you must have never stepped out of this door, right?"

He walked over to turn off the kettle: "Let's go, go and finish breakfast, and come with me to meet Master."

When Wu Xinghai heard Nan Feng's name, he didn't dare to have the slightest opinion.

7 o'clock in the morning.

Murong Qiao, Shi Qiulu, Wu Xinghai, plus Feng Jingchen.

The four of them waited for everyone in Zixiao Taoist Palace under the archway at the gate of the Department of Religion.

Murong Qiao whispered to Feng Jingchen: "Ayu, don't be nervous, my master is very kind. If he says something that makes you unhappy, don't worry about me, just hit him!"

Feng Jingchen: "?"

"What a boy. How dare you teach others to beat your master?!" With a loud shout, accompanied by a small stone, it hit Murong Qiao viciously on the forehead!

Murong Qiao pulled Feng Jingchen and deftly avoided the blow.

He turned his head and looked over: "Master, why are you so slow? Let's wait until the flowers are all gone."

Nan Feng reprimanded: "Hey. I told you to wait for Master for a while, and did you feel wronged?"

Murong Qiao whispered back: "Time is life, Master, you taught us this."

Nan Feng rolled up his sleeves: "Did I not hit you for three days?"

Murong Qiao jumped and hid behind Feng Jingchen: "Slightly, slightly!"

Feng Jingchen felt very novel watching his master and apprentice bickering.

In such an old-fashioned Taoist sect, it is really rare that there is such a master-student relationship.

Feng Jingchen looked up at Nan Feng.

On the surface, Nan Feng appeared to be in her 20s, and her appearance and dress were slightly more mature than Nan Qiao's.

He was wearing casual clothes of a certain fashion brand and a pair of luxury sunglasses, making him look like a domineering president.

Even when he was bickering with his apprentice, Nan Feng's posture was very handsome.As if bringing their own bgm, they walked towards them with cool steps.

And behind him, followed by 18 young men and women, dressed in a variety of styles.

Some wear casual clothes, some wear hip-hop sports, some wear simple Taoist robes, and some, like Murong Qiao, wear gorgeous Hanfu.

The painting styles of this group of people get together, and the sense of disharmony explodes.

But this is a microcosm of modern Taoism.

The conservative and old-fashioned old master met the trendy young people of the new era.

The entire Taoist school is jumping back and forth on the verge of conservatism and reform, but it is difficult to find a harmonious development path.

Feng Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking a little in his heart.

In the time it took Nan Feng to say a few words, he had already walked to the gate with his long legs.

He ignored the three apprentices and came directly to Feng Jingchen.

Nan Feng took a quick look at Feng Jingchen: "Isn't this Feng Wuchang? He really looks talented."

No wonder his apprentice likes it so much.

Feng Jingchen restrained his thoughts: "I've met real Nanfeng."

Wu Xinghai and Shi Qiulu also bowed obediently: "Hello, Master."

"Good." Nan Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Murong Qiao urged: "Okay, okay, don't be polite. Hurry up, I have to do the task later. Otherwise, there will be no credits, and the good things will be exchanged."

Nan Feng snorted lightly: "Then you go quickly. Anyway, you won't be needed this time."

Murong Qiao: "..."

He held Feng Jingchen's arm tightly: "No! I want to be with Ayu."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes angrily, and said disgustedly: "Let's go, let's finish it quickly, I don't want to see you brat."

He waved to everyone in Zixiao Taoist Palace, and walked in with the familiar way.

Back then, Nanfeng and Nanqiao entered the school together, so they were very familiar with the Department of Religion.

The group of people was mighty and mighty, immediately arousing the onlookers of passing teachers and students.

A senior student suddenly covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Real Nanfeng?!"

The freshman at the side was puzzled: "Really Nanfeng? So handsome? Is it really Nanfeng?"

Aren't the masters of Huashen and Tianshi all old men with immortal demeanor?

It looks...not quite like it! !

Nan Feng suddenly slowed down when he heard the students' discussion.

He said to Feng Jingchen who was beside him: "By the way, I heard that Feng Wuchang went to the Department of Physics to study? What's going on? Could it be that the group of old men in the Department of Religion are playing tricks again?"

"If Feng Wuchang has any dissatisfaction with our religion department, just tell me. I'll go and reason with them."

Nan Feng's words were not too loud, just enough for the teachers and students onlookers to hear them clearly.

Feng Jingchen didn't answer yet.

Nan Feng just pointed to the teaching building in front of him: "Look at Feng Wuchang, isn't the color of the tiles in that building a bit different? That's when I threw the dean out of it with my junior brother and threw the wall It was smashed."

Feng Jingchen: "...?"

The teachers and students watching: "?!!"

Freshman: "What the fuck?! Hit the dean? It's really Nan Feng real person!!"

"Really Nanfeng is so handsome?! Hurry up and make a video! Ahhh, I want to broadcast live for Junior Sister!"

The little celestial master who saw Nanfeng for the first time went crazy with excitement.

Now in the Taoist sect, there are only two Great Celestial Masters who can often be seen by little Heavenly Masters.

One is the Daoist Xuanyuan, but he is obviously older.

The other is the iron-blooded, trembling guardian envoy.

Where have the youngsters seen such a handsome Huashen Daoist?

In just 1 minute, the news that Nan Feng came to the religion department spread like the wind!

But Nan Feng didn't seem to know it.

Still walking slowly, he pointed and talked about the surrounding buildings and scenery.

Relying on various "traces of the years", he described how he and Nanqiao turned the entire college upside down.

This is what young celestial masters like to hear most.

For a moment, even Murong Qiao was fascinated.

Only Feng Jingchen.

Seeing more and more heavenly masters sneaking around, he probably wanted to understand what kind of medicine Nan Feng was selling in this gourd.

The every move of Huashen Tianshi has always been one of the focuses of the entire Taoist sect.

Nan Feng's flamboyant and exaggerated behavior now is to let everyone know: he, real Nan Feng, is here!

After the other forces heard the news, they would definitely try their best to figure out his purpose.

In this way, they will definitely not be able to hide the impermanence bug.

Of course, what Nan Feng did was not to stab Feng Jingchen in the back.

His purpose is exactly the opposite!

Now the entire Taoist sect has a very ambiguous attitude towards the underworld.

Everyone enjoyed the benefits brought by the underworld, but no one took the lead in saying that they wanted to get close to the underworld.

And once the matter of their mass production of impermanence gets out, everyone will definitely think that Zixiao Taoist Palace has already stood with the underworld!

In this way, other forces will definitely consider leaning towards the underworld.

This is Zixiao Taoist Palace sending a friendly signal to the underworld through Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen wanted to understand the ins and outs, so he couldn't help but look at Murong Qiao.

Seeing Feng Jingchen, Nan Feng figured it out.

He smiled: "It has nothing to do with this kid, he alone can't influence the decision-making of our Dao Palace."

Feng Jingchen was not embarrassed at all when his thoughts were seen through.

Instead, he praised sincerely: "Realist Nanfeng and the head of the sect are very courageous."

Now that Taoism is full of old stubbornness, Zixiao Daogong dares to be the first in the world, which is really rare.

Nan Feng was not polite: "Of course!"

Feng Jingchen: "..."

Murong Qiao complained: "Master, you are really shameless."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes at him: "You have no right to say that about me."

Shi Qiulu whispered, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Wu Xinghai nodded heavily.

Nan Feng rolled up his sleeves: "...Hey, has it been three months since I hit you?"

Murong Qiao's scalp tightened, and he immediately ran away with Feng Jingchen: "Master, let's go first and wait for you on the roof of the teacher's office building~"

Shi Qiulu also hurriedly dragged her junior brother to run away.

Idiots stand and get beaten!

Feng Jingchen watched their master and apprentice interact with each other in a big and small way, and there was a little smile in his eyes.

Only a master like Nan Feng can bring out an apprentice like Murong Qiao.

after an hour.

Nan Feng personally sent Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai to the academy's retreat room.

Afterwards, he took everyone from Zixiao Taoist Palace and left the capital in a mighty and aboveboard manner.

this afternoon.

Suddenly, there were more than a dozen news about impermanence in Zixiao Taoist Palace, and the news spread quickly throughout the whole Taoist sect.

The Taoist sect, which was calmer just now, once again stirred up waves with one stone!

The turbid water surface began to surge undercurrents again.

Those Xuanmen forces that were already ready to make a move all sent representatives to the capital at this time by coincidence!

at the same time.

The secret stronghold of one of the Twelve Guardians organized by the Xie Tianshi.

In a dark secret room, three people stood.

One of them is the guardian of this stronghold.

The other two were all wrapped in black robes.

The man in black robe standing in the middle was wearing an airtight white mask.

This is the most mysterious leader of the Xie Tianshi organization!

Facing the leader, the protector looked very afraid.

Cold sweat kept flowing from his body, and his voice was trembling: "Master, now all our strongholds are fully retracted and dormant according to your instructions. Those guys from the Xuanmen will never find us again."

The leader turned to look at him.

From the mask came a strange voice that had been changed: "How many of our Four Beast strongholds are there in the capital now?"

The guardian's heart trembled: "Go back, go back to the leader, there are only the last two left."

The leader's voice was slightly cold: "Then let them dispatch. Try Feng Jingchen's limit at all costs."

The protector was shocked when he heard that the master wanted to sacrifice the people in the two strongholds so simply.

But his face turned ruthless, and he replied coldly: "Yes!"

Anyway, it wasn't him who died.

I can only blame the people in those two strongholds, my life is not good!

After the leader gave his orders, he looked at another man in black robe and said, "Let's go."

The man in black hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and hugged the leader's shoulders, and the two disappeared in the same place in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, night fell.

Dormitory 608 of the Department of Religion.

Murong Qiao went out to do Zhou Peng's task at noon.

Feng Jingchen drew sketches in the dormitory by himself.

Suddenly, there were three moderate knocks on the door.

Feng Jingchen looked back and subconsciously opened his eyes of truth.

I saw the door of the dormitory bursting with light!

It was as if two rounds of scorching sun almost blinded people!

With such intense energy light, the two standing outside the door are definitely two god-turning phases!

Feng Jingchen was not surprised.

He narrowed his eyes, quickly put away all the blueprints, and went to open the door.

Feng Jingchen looked up.

Just outside the door, there was a benevolent old monk standing on the left.

On the right is the guardian envoy of Qianqing Gate!

Feng Jingchen said hello calmly: "Master Guardian, Hong Sha is in charge, good evening."

The guard nodded slightly.

"Amitabha." The old monk made a Buddhist salute to Feng Jingchen, "I have seen Feng Wuchang."

"The host is polite." Feng Jingchen hastily let the door open, "Please come in, both of you."

Hongsha and the guardian envoy were not polite either.

The three of them walked into the living room with a somewhat strange atmosphere.

Feng Jingchen poured a glass of water for each of them again: "The dormitory is shabby, don't be offended by the two of you."

Hong Sha: "Feng Wuchang is being polite. It's just some external possessions."

The guardian envoy also said: "You are welcome."

Feng Jingchen pulled a chair and sat across from them: "I don't know why you two came to visit late at night?"

The guardian envoy looked up at him, and said bluntly, "Feng Wuchang, we also want to live more in Wuchang."

Hong Sha: "The Bodhi Temple also wants to ask Feng Wuchang to come true."

Feng Jingchen nodded: "Yes."

Hearing that he agreed so easily, the two great celestial masters were a little surprised.

Feng Jingchen didn't play tricks on them either: "Today there are 18 more people in Zixiao Dao Palace, and I can give 15 places to each of them. But..."

There was a blatant probing in his eyes: "You two need to give a list of 50 people first, and the underworld will select 15 people from them to serve as impermanent."

"What do you two think?"