I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Feng Jingchen had a slightly happy expression: "Let me see."

Yan Wangyin and Sanshengshi also poked their heads curiously.

Fang Zhimin opened the small box.

I saw 12 tubes of coins with different designs and colors piled upright on the inside.

其中，铜色有六筒,面额分别是1分、2分、5分、1角、2角、5角。

The area of ​​"corner" is obviously larger than that of "fen".

而银色的硬币有五筒，面额分别是1元、2元、5元、10元和50元。

The 50 yuan tube is obviously bigger than the others.

The last tube of golden coins has a denomination of 100 yuan!

In this box, there are 50 coins in each tube.A full 84440 yuan can be regarded as a huge sum of money!

Feng Jingchen took out a coin for each style and looked at it carefully.

Ghosts are not very good at minting coins.

But there is a standardized process, and there are machine-made patterns, so the appearance of Mingbi still looks good.

The denomination is written on the front of each coin, and the pattern of the underworld treasure designed by Feng Jingchen himself is on the back.

The denominations from low to high are Huangquan Road, Bianhua, Wangchuan River, Guimenguan, Niejingtai, Book of Life and Death, Judgment Pen, Wangxiangtai, Sansheng Stone, Naihe Bridge, Liudao Wheel, and Hall of Kings of Hell.

The eleven treasures represent the process of re-entering reincarnation after the ghost came to the underworld.

The last golden hall of Hades is the symbol of the underworld.

Yan Wangyin praised: "Wow~ so beautiful~"

Sanshengshi was somewhat puzzled: "Yan Wangye, why is there no you here?"

"Hey, that's right!" Yan Wangyin pouted, "Chenchen, how come everyone has it, but we don't? Have you forgotten?"

Fang Zhimin was also very regretful: "Yes, Lord Yan, everyone feels that this coin does not have your face on it, and it feels empty."

Feng Jingchen: "..."

He calmly fooled Yan Wangyin: "We are in the palace of Yama."

Yan Wangyin was immediately fooled: "That's right~ Chen Chen and I are in the palace of Yan Wang~ We have a big house!"

Sanshengshi & Fang Zhimin: "..."

The two "adults" looked strange.

Feng Jingchen changed the subject: "It's just right, since Ming coins have been minted, let's pick a date and officially issue them."

He thought about it for a while: "Feng Hongcai and the others made trouble last time, and everyone suffered too. Tomorrow weekend, I will go to Yangjian to book a banquet. At that time, everyone will have a good meal together, relax and celebrate."

Fang Zhimin: "?!"

As soon as he heard the word "banquet", a lot of saliva subconsciously secreted from his mouth.

In the past few months, the only food in the Underworld is Yunyin Pill.

But that little pill has no taste at all!

One of them counts as one of these ghosts, and their mouths have faded out!Now I heard that I can eat banquets, but it is impossible to say that I am not greedy.

Fortunately, Fang Zhimin has good self-control, barely holding back the glutton in his stomach.

He swallowed deeply, and said positively: "Okay! Then let's produce more small coins today, or I'm afraid there won't be enough."

Feng Jingchen returned the coin in his hand to him: "Go."

Subsequently.

Feng Jingchen went back to Yangjian and asked Murong Qiao and Murong Xiaoxiao to help prepare the banquet.

At the same time, a small task was released in Didi Fighting Ghosts.

After making arrangements.

Feng Jingchen sent the new tools to the processing factory, and at the same time released the news about the feast tomorrow.

When more and more ghosts in the government began to swallow crazily.

Yan Wangyin and the others finally finalized the final suspicious list.

A piece of paper stuck to Yan Wangyin's body floated over: "Chenchen, we have sorted out the list. Take a look~"

Feng Jingchen stopped carrying the computer, raised his hand to take off the paper, and glanced down: "So many?"

There are nearly a hundred names on this small piece of paper.

The underworld treasures that Yan Wangyin and Nie Jingtai recalled before are also on them.

Sanshengshi said in a muffled voice: "The treasures and beasts bred by heaven and earth are difficult to kill completely. Back then, there were only a few who could truly confirm their deaths."

"We haven't ruled out the possibility of resurrection for the rest."

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly: "Have you ever thought about how to get rid of these remaining people?"

Yan Wangyin floated on Feng Jingchen's shoulder: "Nie Jingtai said that most of the fragments caused by the collapse of the heavens fell in the underworld. If we can find the fragments related to them in the underworld, maybe there will be clues."

Of course, this is just a high EQ statement.

Low EQ: Finding a needle in a haystack is no way.

Feng Jingchen lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do these people also have 'Mandate of Heaven'?"

Yan Wangyin & Sansheng Stone: "Yes!"

Feng Jingchen asked: "After it's broken into pieces, is there any more?"

"Yes!" Yan Wangyin was eager to try, "Chenchen, have you thought of any good solution?"

A gleam flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes: "Then if we can make a destiny scanner..."

Yan Wang Yin & Sansheng Stone: "..."

The two stones looked at each other, and both saw the blankness of the other.

Destiny, Scanner?

Are these two words that can be put together?

Just when the two stones looked at each other.

In Feng Jingchen's mind, he already had a general research direction.

If you study the scanning rules for looking for your own fragments in the original evil mirror, it may come in handy if you study it in depth!

His eyes rolled slightly.

Take out a small notebook and write down this research idea.

However, half of this notebook is densely packed, and all the records are waiting for research projects!

If he had to study everything by himself, the day lily would be cold.

Feng Jingchen sighed lightly: "There is still a lack of people."

He looked up at the ghosts who were working in the underworld.

But there is no way to pick out the available materials in this glance.

Feng Jingchen restrained his thoughts temporarily, and said to Sanshengshi: "By the way, have you and the pieces of Wangxiang Terrace been found recently?"

Sansheng Stone: "Dig out one of my fragments, and the induction to the Wangxiang Terrace is a little bit stronger. Even if I can't find its fragments temporarily, I will definitely be able to sense it when I dig out all the fragments in the Wangchuan River."

"That's good." Feng Jingchen warned, "Now that the evil celestial master organization chooses to go dormant, the clue of the underworld treasure is very important."

"Even if we can't find out the identity of the man in black for the time being, as long as we uproot the Xie Tianshi organization, he will definitely show up."

Yan Wangyin and Sanshengshi lifted their spirits: "Yes!"

After the two answered, they immediately went back to continue searching for the fragments.

Feng Jingchen also moved out all the computers he bought.

Not far away, Meng Rongxing had already noticed Feng Jingchen's movements.

Seeing so many familiar iron bumps now, he couldn't hold back any longer, and walked over quickly: "Yan Wangye."

Feng Jingchen turned his head to look at him: "It's just right, please help me assemble it."

These computers and accessories have all been infused with Yin Qi.

When Meng Rongxing heard this, his eyes lit up immediately: "Yan Wangye, are we finally going to popularize computers in the underworld?!"

Feng Jingchen: "Not so fast. It was brought back for your work."

With more and more ghosts in the underworld, it is very inconvenient for the two accountants to only rely on paper and pen books.

In addition to Meng Rongxing's six apprentices, it is impossible to use only one optical computer to practice code.

Hearing this, Meng Rongxing threw himself onto the computer with a "owwow" sound!

Facing the lumps of iron, he couldn't put it down: "I don't need their help. Don't worry, Lord Yan, I will definitely arrange them properly by myself!"

Meng Rongxing quickly assembled while touching.It doesn't look rusty at all.

Of course, for nerds, the computer is their wife.How could it be rusty!

Seeing Meng Rongxing's appearance, Wen Xinyan came over curiously: "Lord Yan, this is..."

Feng Jingchen turned to look at her: "The computer I bought for you. You can call everyone over later to share."

"The all-in-one computer is for the two accountants, you and your apprentices. The desktop computer is for Meng Rongxing and his apprentices."

Wen Xinyan nodded lightly, and then asked in doubt: "Yan Wangye, we don't have electricity in the underworld right now, can we use a computer?"

Feng Jingchen: "I will solve this problem in two days."

Regarding the transformation of energy, he has long thought about it.

The transformation between Yin Qi, Resentment Qi, and Spiritual Qi involves the original energy, which he has not been able to understand for the time being.

But converting Yin Qi into electricity is not difficult at all.

There are so many ways to convert electricity between Yang and Yang, it is not difficult to make a Yin Qi generator for reference.

Wen Xinyan nodded again, without further questioning.

After Feng Jingchen explained everything, he found a corner and began to study Yin Qi power generation.

It didn't take long.

About the news that Yan Wangye will invite everyone to dinner tomorrow, it finally spread in the underworld!

Soon, the entire underworld quickly spread the sound of swallowing saliva.

The ghosts looked at the garbage pile in front of them, and they couldn't help but imagine pork knuckles, roast chicken, roast duck in their minds...

at the same time.

Because of this incident, Yangjian also entered a tense and busy period.

A small village on the outskirts of Beijing.

The earthen stove team in the village, which is responsible for making banquets, started preparing ingredients all night.

And in the open space outside the village, a group of innate celestial masters are busy arranging the venue.

The easiest and most convenient way to let the ghosts have a feast is naturally—sacrifice!

This group of celestial masters received the task from Didi Fighting Ghosts, and they are responsible for the "serving" of this banquet!

to six in the morning.

Murong Xiaoxiao came to the scene with a pair of panda eyes, and made the final check on the banquet.

Although selling Yin Qi brooms this time, the underworld made a lot of money.

But getting thousands of innocent ghosts to eat it will take careful planning.

Fortunately, Murong Xiaoxiao has nothing else to do, she has done a lot of research on food.

With him around, Feng Jingchen is absolutely at ease.

Not long after, Murong Qiao and Hui Qing hurried to the scene carrying several large bags of black plastic bags.

When Murong Xiaoxiao saw them, she ran over suspiciously: "Brother Chen also asked you to help?"

Murong Qiao waved the plastic bag in his hand: "Don't talk about it yet, find an open space, we're going to burn these."

Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the place where the plastic bags were opened, and found that they were all tables, chairs, tableware and chopsticks made of paper of the same style!

He suddenly felt panicked: "You, why are you burning this?"

Murong Qiao looked at him speechlessly: "Yan Wangye treats guests to dinner, can't you set up tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks? Hurry up, it's past six o'clock, we have to burn the things first."

Feng Jingchen's decision was a bit sudden.

They received the news last night and traveled almost half of China to gather so many sets of paper-made supplies.

"Oh." Murong Xiaoxiao finally came to her senses.

I am still preparing a feast for ghosts!There is nothing to be afraid of.

soon.

A leeward open space outside the village ignited a raging fire.

As bags of paper-made supplies were thrown into the sea of ​​flames, the rays of the rising sun in the sky became brighter.

Until the entire land is completely illuminated.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, it's time to get ready for dinner!

Hell.

Behind the ghost gate, the place as far as the eye can see has already been leveled.

Form a wide and huge square.

Now the square is filled with simple tables and chairs one after another.

All the innocent ghosts stand separately around the table and chairs.

Such a large square seems a bit narrow.

But even though it was so crowded, none of the ghosts present spoke.

Everyone stared at the direction of the gate of hell.

At this time, Feng Jingchen and Yan Wangyin were standing on the towering city wall.

Yan Wangyin looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene below, and the whole Yin was a little dazed.

It seems to go back to hundreds of years ago, standing with friends at the gate of hell, overlooking all living beings in the underworld, people coming and going.

Feng Jingchen also lowered his eyes, watching the ghosts in the underworld.

In the face of these thousands of pairs of expecting eyes.

Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he felt the weight on his shoulders.

Feng Jingchen's eyes flickered slightly, he restrained his complicated thoughts slightly, and said loudly: "Everyone, good morning."

"Good morning!" After the ghosts responded, their eyes on Feng Jingchen became even hotter!

After the leader has finished speaking, they can start eating~

Seeing everyone's eagerness to each other, Feng Jingchen chuckled secretly in his heart.

I'm really sorry this time, he has a lot to say.

Feng Jingchen watched the ghosts, and his voice slowly spread throughout the underworld: "I am very happy to be able to hold such a special banquet with you in the underworld today."

"For this banquet, first, I want to thank you for everything you have done in the past few months."

"Your hard work, warmth and kindness have established the most basic style of our underworld. Let every good soul who returns to the underworld get spiritual relaxation."

"This is the most important element for us to build a harmonious hell. Your kindness, sincerity, and friendship will be passed down from generation to generation in this reincarnation transfer station forever, and will never be extinguished."

Feng Jingchen's voice was naturally cold.

But every word he said was like striking jade and gold, shaking the hearts of ghosts heavily.

The fiery atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little more silent.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, living in this world, one must always find some spiritual and spiritual sustenance for oneself.

And most of the ghosts were just ordinary people, no matter how ordinary they were.

They have worked hard all their lives, but they only eat three meals a day and have roof tiles to cover their heads.

Where is the mind to pursue deeper spiritual satisfaction?

But now, ghosts have got rid of 99% of their biological needs.

Spiritual pursuit is particularly important to them!

Everyone heard that Feng Jingchen highly affirmed and praised him.

All of a sudden, there was an unprecedented satisfaction in my heart!

To be able to praise like Lord Yan and set up such a lofty goal.

Even if they are digging rubbish in the rubbish mountain, their sense of satisfaction is still better than countless rich clothes and fine food in the world!

Above the ghost group, an invisible momentum began to gather

This is the centripetal force that has been brewing before, but has not been able to take shape, and is exclusive to the underworld!

As long as this magical power is there, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, it will be over!

Feng Jingchen glanced at the ambitious faces of the ghosts, and the smile in his eyes couldn't help but deepened.

He struck while the iron was hot and continued: "The second purpose of this banquet is to make an official announcement to everyone through this special occasion."

"Hell, it's time to enter a new era."

When the ghosts heard the words, they raised their heads in a daze.

Feng Jingchen's tone was unhurried: "Before this, the underworld relied on everyone's self-awareness and kindness to maintain basic order."

"But in the future, more and more evil spirits will come to the underworld. We need a more complete and formal system. To ensure the safety of your lives and property."

"Also prevent things like last time from happening."

Speaking of "last time".

The mood of the ghosts became a little more dignified.

Feng Hongcai's group of ghosts are now thrown outside the tool processing factory, still howling silently there.

Feng Jingchen didn't pause: "In order to prevent the new ghouls from repeating the same mistakes, we will build a 'Ghost Immersive Torture Experience Factory' next to the tool processing factory."

"All the new evil spirits must be imprisoned. After a day and a night of baptism in the red lotus karma, they can be released for labor reform!"

Those ghosts who have done evil in the world will not cry until they see the coffin.

With Weng Xiaoshu's means, there is no way to suppress the evil thoughts in their nature.

Only when there is real pain can they know what it means to be afraid!

Look at the group of service ghosts led by Weng Xiaoshu.

When something goes wrong, he is not only honest, but also takes the lead in fighting back.

It is because they have been burned by Honglian Karma and have seen Feng Jingchen's power!

Who would dare to cause trouble in the underworld?

When all the ghosts heard Feng Jingchen's harsh tone, their hearts couldn't help but tremble suddenly.

At the same time, some are speechless looking at the sky.

The ability of their Lord Yan to name this name is really... ahem.

Feng Jingchen didn't hear everyone's thoughts, and continued to say solemnly: "There is a second thing."

The attention of the ghosts was immediately drawn back.

Feng Jingchen: "We want to put an end to all violent crimes. In addition to punishment, we also need a professionally trained ghost guard who can protect people's lives and property."

Last time, Feng Hongcai and his group of more than 200 people directly smashed thousands of good souls to pieces.

It is because the good soul has never fought with anyone before his death, how could he beat those villains?

If the underworld wants to suppress evil spirits, force value must be absolutely indispensable!

Yan Wangyin on the side came back to his senses at this time, and said excitedly: "That's right, we have our own ghost messenger! Much, much, much more!"

There were many ghosts in the underworld in the past, even more than this group of ghosts now!

They have to work hard!

And the ghosts heard the words.

Everyone made a "swish" and cast their eyes on Gao Lang.

Feng Jingchen also looked at him: "Gao Lang, are you willing to be the captain of this ghost team?"

Gao Lang's expression froze, he immediately stood up straight, and replied forcefully, "I am willing!"

Feng Jingchen smiled: "Okay. Then it's up to you to form this team yourself."

"The specific number of ghosts is based on 10% of the number of serving ghosts. The monthly salary of the intern ghosts is 1000 yuan, and the underworld will contract all your Yunyin pills to consume."

"And what you have to do is to do everything possible to continuously improve your strength and deter all evil spirits!"

"Can it be done?"

Gao Lang said without hesitation, "No problem!"

Hearing the words, the rest of the ghosts were also a little ready to move.

The underworld has added new jobs.

They also want to be ghost messengers!

Feng Jingchen had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions, and said with a smile, "Then when the banquet is over, I will give you the ghost's cultivation method."

That is the seal of the king of hell. The cultivation method of the underworld ghosts back then is very rough compared to the cultivation method of the king of hell.

But it's just right for intern ghosts to use.

And when the ghosts heard that they could still cultivate, their eyes lit up!

As a Chinese, how could he not have the idea of ​​cultivating to become an immortal?

All of a sudden, the atmosphere on the scene became even hotter.

The gaze that fell on Gao Lang almost burned him!

Feng Jingchen saw that Gao Lang was almost unable to hold on, so he opened his mouth to help him change the subject: "In addition to training, ghosts also need exclusive equipment. Fang Zhimin, you take the lead in this matter, is it okay?"

Fang Zhimin's eyes lit up immediately: "No problem! Leave it to me!"

Super equipment.

This is what he wanted to refine the most since he was a child!

When the ghosts heard the words, their eyes became brighter.

The treatment of this ghost messenger is too good, they can't wait to sign up now!

Feng Jingchen saw that the atmosphere on the scene was becoming increasingly impetuous.

Immediately opened the mouth to pull back the topic: "Also, the third thing. It is related to the livelihood of each of us."

The attention of all the ghosts was indeed attracted, and they looked up at Lord Yan intently.

Feng Jingchen tapped lightly with his fingertips.

The majestic city wall has been transformed into a projection screen, and 12 ghost coins are projected and printed!

Seeing this, all the ghosts immediately understood what Lord Yan was going to say, and their eyes became even hotter!

Feng Jingchen announced word by word: "From today onwards, the coins that belong to our underworld will be officially issued!"

All the ghosts immediately cheered enthusiastically.

Coins!

They finally have their own currency!

This not only represents the face of the underworld.

For the ghosts, the issuance of ghost coins is a more important milestone than this feast!

This means that after several months of hard work, they have finally pushed the historical process of the underworld from bartering to a whole new level!

Next, they will create a more glorious history step by step!

At the thought of this, all the ghosts were overwhelmed.

Build history, create history, witness history.

Such a sense of satisfaction is no less than Feng Jingchen's high praise!

Standing on the city wall, Feng Jingchen saw all the ghosts cheering, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

Yan Wangyin was also very excited: "Chenchen, our hell is getting better and stronger. It is even more brilliant than the previous hell!"

"En." Feng Jingchen was not modest.

He believes in his own strength.

I also believe that modern and more scientific research concepts will bring a new revolution to the underworld, and even the whole world!

After about 1 minutes.

The emotions of the ghosts gradually calmed down.

Only then did Feng Jingchen explain in detail the face value of Ming coins and how to identify the anti-counterfeiting signs.

In the end, he talked about the important point: "1 yuan of Ming coins can buy 1 Yunyin pill."

That is, 1 cent is equal to 1 point of the plane system.

Feng Jingchen: "From now on, whether we are paying salaries or buying garbage, we will use Ming coins for payment."

"For the specific procedures and processes, everyone can ask the two accountants after dinner."

When the ghosts heard the words, they immediately converted in their minds.

1 yuan is equal to 1 Yunyin Pill.

If you work 8 hours a day in the factory, you can earn 100 yuan a month.

Isn't this 3.3 Yunyin pills in one day?

High salary!

This is a proper high salary!

Who can sort [-] catties of garbage in eight hours?

Can't do it!

For a while, some ghosts who hadn't gone to the factory to apply for jobs before were so ruined that the place was green.

However, Feng Jingchen didn't leave them much time to think.

Another torpedo was thrown down lightly: "The fourth thing. Everyone should have noticed that our first residential building is almost complete."

"Shh-!"

this moment.

Thousands of scorching gazes fell on Feng Jingchen.

Of course they knew the residential building was going to be finished.

And since a few days ago, everyone has been guessing all the time.

How will this house be divided?Can they be the first lucky ones?

Although ghosts are not materialistic, it is a house.

house! !

The ghosts heard Feng Jingchen mention this.

Immediately, I was so anxious that I wanted to rush up and eat people!

Feng Jingchen chuckled lightly, and didn't give a damn: "The distribution of houses in the underworld follows the principle of merit priority."

"The first residential building is all single apartments, and there are a total of 30 houses. Then, among all of you present, the 30 people with the highest merit can choose the houses you like in order."

When the ghosts heard the words, there was an uproar.

No matter how much they thought about it, they never imagined that there is such a way to divide the house.

This is too... too hellish!

Feng Jingchen waved his hand to summon the birth and death book.

The quaint booklet "cracks" automatically without wind.

Then, beams of light fell one after another into the crowd below.

In the end, no more, no less, exactly 30 beams of light, covering 30 ghosts.

Feng Jingchen: "Just choose the house according to the order of the light just now."

This statement came out.

There was a whisper at the scene.

Everyone looked at the selected ghosts, not to mention envy in their hearts.

Even the 30 lucky geese and ben geese had expressions of disbelief.

They never thought that such a good thing would happen to them!

But no matter what the ghosts think, everyone has no objection to this rule.

Good people come first.

What a wonderful rule!

Only bad people would dislike such rules!

After two or three minutes, everyone's mood gradually calmed down.

Feng Jingchen looked down at the ghosts, then raised his eyes to the vast land behind the ghost gate: "Everyone."

The ghosts subconsciously looked up at him.

Feng Jingchen's voice was melodious, like a call from the sky: "Our Yinling grass is harvesting one after another, and we will start building a food processing factory next."

"At that time, we will have a more delicious and cheaper 'Yunyin Pill'. Our life will no longer be a monotonous little pill."

"After today, our clothing, food, housing, transportation, all aspects will enter a new era of rapid development."

Feng Jingchen withdrew his gaze and stared at the ghosts: "Are you ready to welcome and build such a better future?"

"..."

Everyone looked at those eyes that seemed to contain the entire universe.

The silence lasted half a second.

Then, a shout like a mountain roar and a tsunami came: "Get ready!"

They are already ready and can't wait!

They want a prosperous underworld like Yangjian, and they want a better life than before!

For this goal, they have already prepared!

Duck! !

"Okay." The smile in Feng Jingchen's eyes deepened.

He raised his hand: "So, please eat, drink and have fun today. Wait until tomorrow, and we will build a new future with the fullest attitude."

"Okay!" The thick cheers spread throughout the sky of the underworld.

Feng Jingchen waved his hands.

Countless hot meals were delivered to every table appropriately.

The long-lost human fireworks swept over all the senses of ghosts in an instant.

Now, everyone is not in the mood to think about tomorrow.

One stared at the delicious food in front of him with green eyes.

then…

Let's cook! !

There was no more voice on the scene.

All the ghosts picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat, and their cheeks were full.

Serving ghosts who had nothing to eat in the distance watched this vivid "eating and broadcasting", and their saliva almost flowed all over the place.

Yan Wangyin was also swallowing his saliva: "Chenchen, can I eat?"

It has been greedy for Yangjian's food for a long time!

Feng Jingchen glanced at it curiously: "Go."

He also wants to see how a seal is eaten.

Yan Wangyin got permission, and immediately rushed into the banquet like a little bee flying among flowers!

It's not greedy either, only sucking up a few pieces per table.

The wobbly appearance made the ghosts laugh.

Feng Jingchen looked at Yan Wangyin's "eating" method.

It seemed to be the same as it usually stores things, and it couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Feng Jingchen: "..."

Could it be that the little guy has been hiding things in his stomach all the time? ?

Feng Jingchen quickly shook his head to dismiss this weird thought.

And on the table.

All the ghosts quickly feasted and drank, and the atmosphere became more joyful and intense after the ghost gate was closed.

No one noticed that Feng Jingchen walked down from the city wall at some point.

He came to an inconspicuous table in the corner.

Weng Xiaoshu saw him with sharp eyes and stood up flattered: "Yan Wangye."

The ghost at the same table was frightened by the sound and stood up in a panic!Greeting Feng Jingchen nervously.

They were all ghosts captured by Murong Qiao from the ghost market, and they themselves were also guilty.

But today I was amnesty to come over to have dinner together.

Feng Jingchen nodded lightly: "Don't be nervous. Last time you defended the underworld. No matter what happened in the past, as long as you can redeem your sins in the future, you can be like everyone else."

Although the underworld will draw three, six, and nine grades according to sins.

But this does not mean that there is no insurmountable gap between good and evil.

Like these ghosts, they only did some sneaky things in Yangjian before.As long as you can redeem your sins and completely change your mind, you will naturally be able to become a ghost again.

Hearing this group of ghosts, their eyes suddenly lit up!

All the benefits that Feng Jingchen promised on the city wall just now had nothing to do with these ghosts.

And now with the promise of Lord Yan, their future is also full of infinite hope!

This group of ghosts is also very clever: "Thank you, Lord Yama, for your kindness! Lord Yama, is wise and mighty, with a majestic spirit..."

Feng Jingchen raised his hand helplessly, interrupting their blunt flattery: "Okay, there is no need to gossip. I just want to see what you have done."

"Yes yes yes!" All the ghosts nodded habitually.

Feng Jingchen shook his head slightly: "Okay. Go ahead."

He turned and walked to another corner.

After coming here, the lively voice was much quieter.

Because those sitting here are all whitewashers.

At this time, although they were not as lifeless as before, their overall mood was still very low.

One by one, they were eating the food in front of them slowly, completely unaffected by the atmosphere next to them.

Even Feng Jingchen walked over, but no one noticed.

Feng Jingchen had no choice but to sigh softly.

And use the eyes of reality to observe the rules in their bodies on a daily basis.After writing down some newly discovered characteristics, he turned and left silently.

Two 10 minutes later.

The first table was eaten up, but it wasn't over yet.

With a wave of Feng Jingchen's hand, the second batch of brand new delicious dishes was added appropriately.

In the banquet hosted by Lord Yan, you can't lose in the row!

At least all the ghosts have to eat to their heart's content, that's decent.

As table after table of new dishes came to the stage, the atmosphere in the whole hell became more and more prosperous.

If you just stand outside the gate of hell and hear these movements, you might think this is the world.

With this thought in mind, Feng Jingchen's eyes suddenly turned slightly.

Then, one step came to the gate of hell.

sun room.

A place where a large sacrifice is being held.

All the celestial masters suddenly felt an unspeakable palpitation!

Murong Qiao and the others suddenly raised their eyes and clenched their weapons guardedly.

But as the terrifying aura became more and more obvious, they relaxed slightly.

Murong Qiao asked uncertainly, "Xiao Zhao, is that the breath of hell?"

Zuo Zhao paused, and immediately exploded!

He raised his blind stick and pointed at Murong Qiao: "Say it again!"

Yan Siyao quickly stopped him: "Azhao, forget it, it seems to be the breath of the underworld, nothing will happen, right?"

Murong Qiao also pretended to be innocent and blinked: "Xiao Zhao, you are a big man, don't be so stingy. What's wrong with you?"

Zuo Zhao: "..."

He drew out his rapier: "I'll kill you!!"

Yan Siyao hurriedly stopped Zuo Zhao, one head and two big: "Murong, stop making trouble!"

Murong Qiao opened a safe distance, and snorted softly: "Okay, I'll give Si Yao face, I don't care about you~"

Zuo Zhao's fist hardened when he heard his yin and yang aura!

Yan Siyao had no choice but to persuade him for a long time.

Zuo Zhaocai gritted his teeth and glared at Murong Qiao angrily, and answered their question just now: "It's the passage from the Underworld that is approaching."

Yan Siyao was puzzled: "What is the underworld going to do to open the passage?"

Huiqing clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, could it be that our movements are too slow, and the underworld can't wait, so we want to directly send Yin soldiers to get the food?"

Murong Qiao and the others: "..."

Why, such an unreliable guess sounds like it is quite reliable?

The image of hell, pills!

Under everyone's silent gaze.

The underworld passage slowly opened.

The desolate Huangquan Road, the majestic ghost gate, the swaying flowers on the other side, and the rushing Wangchuan River once again appeared in front of the celestial masters.

And Feng Jingchen stood on the opposite side of the passage, looking up at them with a smile.

Where have these young congenital celestial masters seen such a scene?

All of them were stunned.

Murong Qiao reacted the fastest, and immediately ran over, exclaiming in surprise, "Ayu~!"

Feng Jingchen looked at Huiqing and the others: "Are you coming? Lord Yan said, I would like to invite your celestial masters to congratulate me today."

The three of them heard the words, how could they let go of this opportunity?Immediately rush to follow!

Feng Jingchen laughed: "Don't run so fast. Go and ask Xiaoxiao to bring a table of food and wine. We can't eat the ones in the underworld."

Yan Siyao stopped immediately: "Then I'll go. Do you want to take Xiaoxiao there?"

Feng Jingchen: "Yes."

10 minute later.

In front of all the little celestial masters, the tunnel of the underworld was suddenly closed.

then.

The whole Xuanmen exploded.

Zixiao Taoist Palace.

When Nan Feng received the news, he was so angry that his eyes widened: "Wow! That kid, why didn't you ask Master to come along for such a great event?!"

He rolled up his sleeves and walked out: "I'm going to the capital to skin him!"

Nanhua real person glanced at him coolly: "You go."

Nan Feng: "...cough."

He stopped without embarrassment: "Forget it. I think it's better to get rid of Xigui King first, and then it's not too late to skin him."

Only then did Master Nanhua restrain his gaze, and continue to discuss with him about eliminating the West Ghost King.

Clean up the door.

After the guardian envoy received the news, he couldn't help lowering his eyes and pondering for a few seconds.Can't help but mutter in a low voice in doubt: "Then Feng Wuchang, is he really so respectable in the underworld?"

The banquet set by Hades himself.

He said that if he invites a celestial master, he invites a celestial master, and he invites all his friends.He didn't pay attention to other celestial masters of Taoism at all.

Hades didn't stop him?

Guarding makes people think about it.

Suddenly, he asked his subordinates: "Yan Siyao, is now the first team of the Requiem Division?"