On Re-employment of Shikigami

The fruit forest on Kasyapa Island has not been completely repaired, but those demon trees that are not practical and have to divide the nutrition of fruits and vegetables in the fruit forest area have been thrown to the periphery. It went very well.

"It's so sweet, oh~~~ It's delicious, and it has warm energy." Meng Po climbed up the tree and shook the branches, and the ripe fruit would fall off by itself, and then Yaya raised her head to pick up the fruit.

"It's really good. There are still a lot of them that fell on the ground, just for me to use as flower fertilizer." Bi'anhua flicked her sleeves, and a small red Bi'anhua scattered out, and soon the fruits that fell on the ground were buried by those flowers. "I want to transplant a few trees back to the underworld, what do you think?"

"May I ask Mr. Yuzao for a gift for my first visit?" Granny Meng obviously wanted it too, but she was a little frustrated in the next second, "But I don't have a suitable gift in return." It's very impolite to take it in vain.

"I can give Master Yuzao a bag of flower fertilizer." Bianhua thinks her gift is very good, and it happens that the flower fertilizer can also be used to plant trees. "Flesh and flesh, corrupted souls and the unique yin energy of the underworld are really the perfect fertilizer formula." .”

Others: It is estimated that these fruit trees in this world cannot bear the fertilizer of the underworld.

"Master Meng can cook a pot of delicious soup as a gift." Bai Tongzi's big eyes blinked suddenly, "Master Meng's mixed soul soup is the best soup I have ever had."

Hei Tongzi's fingers trembled, and he nodded accordingly.

The other three adults: What about your sense of taste?

"Really? I also think this is my best innovation." Granny Meng held her cheeks and waved her hand embarrassingly. Granny Meng will do."

"How can that be? Lady Meng is our predecessor. I heard that you have worked in the underworld for hundreds of years. You are a role model for us to learn from!" Bai Tongzi clenched his fists.

Compared with their daily trips to and fro to extradite souls, cooking soup day after day is really a very boring job. It’s hard for Meng Po’s lively temperament to guard Naihe Bridge for hundreds of thousands of years. role model!

It was too late for Hei Tongzi to stop him, and the other three adults also looked at Granny Meng who was suddenly stunned by Bai Tongzi's words. She was slightly puzzled, then smiled and waved her hands: "It didn't happen that way, I just came here." The underworld is only a dozen years old, a little bit earlier than you, and rumors come from somewhere that I have been cooking soup at Qiaotou for hundreds of years, don't believe it."

Bai Tongzi blinked his eyes and nodded hesitantly: Rumors?

"Although this is the case, it is certain that Meng Pojiang is serious about her work!" Gui Shibai immediately interjected and changed the subject, "Speaking of which soup, Meng Pojiang, would you cook? It's rare that we are all waiting to cook Let's drink the pot together?"

"I know a lot of soup!" When Po Meng talked about making soup, she immediately threw away the little doubts before, and excitedly told Ghost Shibai about the soup she had cooked today.

Ghost Messenger Bai smiled and chatted with the excited Granny Meng patiently and enthusiastically.

Bianhua, Guishihei and Heitongzi: It's great that Meng Po is a silly white sweet.

The matter of Meng Po was skipped in the laughter of the crowd, and everyone began to pick fruit again. Bianhua still did not give up the idea of ​​transplanting fruit trees back to the underworld, but considering the lack of sunshine in the underworld, she had to give up regretfully in the end. Seeing Granny Meng walking a little far away, she immediately shouted: "Don't step out of the barrier of Lord Yuzaoqian, there seems to be something unfriendly outside, and the aura is quite terrifying!"

Po Meng lowered her head and saw the red flowers that fell on the ground a few steps ahead. You could feel the demonic aura from them, but they couldn't move at all, and those few steps were the boundary of the enchantment.

The little girl immediately patted her pot and took several steps back, not daring to go forward again.

"Will we pick a lot?" Gui Shibai felt a little shameless when he saw his friends biting their mouths, holding them in their hands, and putting them in their pockets, and putting them in their own subspace.

"It's okay, it's okay, after all, it's His Majesty's elder brother's house, and my family can do whatever they want." Gui Shihei waved his hands as if familiar, and patted his brother to signal to continue.

Ghost Messenger Bai: "I feel at ease when I think about it this way."

Others: People who have no conscience at all, what to say to feel at ease.

Just as Bi Anhua wanted to speak out against the two brothers, she was taken aback for a moment, turned her head and looked towards the place where they came from, and the next moment, the black and white brothers also paused, and looked at each other with surprised and confused expressions on their faces. happiness.

"What, Lord Judge's breath!" Meng Po exclaimed, and Sa Yazi ran to the place where she was about to go, "I'm going to save Your Majesty."

Very fast response!

The others immediately started to follow...Maybe, maybe, probably, they were really going to rescue someone or something.

However, when they arrived, the human tragedy that might have been staged in their minds did not happen, and their majesty seemed safe, and there was no possibility of being killed by love at all, and even the scene and the characters in it were somewhat incomprehensible to them.

Why does the aura that belongs to the judge emanate from their newly appointed His Royal Highness the Prince?

And why is the artifact [judge pen] bound to the soul held in the hands of His Royal Highness?

The friends from hell feel that they are like mentally retarded at this moment, completely unable to understand what is happening in front of them.

[The soul of the Lord Judge is strong enough, and after getting rid of the body of the Dragon Race, it can completely check and balance the blood power of the Dragon Race in the soul, and the Lord Judge himself belongs to the establishment of hell, and is naturally governed by the laws of the underworld and His Majesty. And feel threatened, because this power is under the control of the law, and vice versa. 】The [Scroll of Conferred Gods] that finally came out took a breath, "In fact, there is almost no existence in this world that cannot be controlled by the laws of His Majesty Hades. It is just too coincidental, Mr. Judge, because he signed a contract with His Majesty, You have the power to control the laws of the underworld, which is why you are in this rather embarrassing situation."

At this point, the Scroll of Conferred Gods raised its hand to Yuzaoqian [For example, Master Yuzaoqian, although his strength is comparable to that of His Majesty in this world, but in the underworld, he is completely suppressed. When necessary, the law can be directly discharged, so the underworld The law will not show rejection to the powerful Tamamo-sama, because it is within the controllable range. 】

The speculation of a group of people has finally been confirmed, but the problem remains.

Qian Shen is now the Crown Prince of Jiutu Mountain, he has his own responsibilities and the burden of the family royal family, how can he die in hell?

Could it be that he can only watch the gate of hell on Jiutu Mountain and wait for the busy Su Yan to come out occasionally to meet each other, and other times he can only meet in dreams.

Su Yan held the Fengshen Scroll and turned it around: "Is there no other way?"

[No, and even if the Lord Judge wants to give up the body, it is not an easy thing to do. The body of the Dragon Race is almost indestructible. Now the soul and body of the Lord Judge are not far apart, so there should be no difference, but once the soul of the Lord Judge is separated from the body If it is too far away, the soul will definitely return to the body. This is the protection of the dragon blood inheritance, preventing the soul from being in danger, and preventing oneself from being taken away. question. ] The scroll of the gods was shaken by Su Yan by the tape on the scroll, and after finishing speaking, he finally roared [You let go, I'm going to vomit! 】

Su Yan fulfilled his wish and threw the Scroll of Conferred Gods onto the low table in front of him, turned his head, met the blood-red eyes of Qian Shen's soul state, and stretched out his arms to hug the other's waist: "There will be a way."

Qian Chen hugged Su Yan back: "Well, I hope to be with His Majesty all the time. It is my long-cherished wish to be with you for three lifetimes, and now it is impossible to stop it because of a mere physical body." There must be a way. .

Ebisu: Mere?That's a dragon!The young man is really arrogant, but the old man likes it very much.

Yebisu opened the lantern in his hand and took out the wick: "This wick is for you."

Wick?

Both Su Yan and Qian Chen were a little confused.

Yimulian smiled slightly at Ebishou and said, "You are really willing." After he got a meaningful smile from Ebishou, he turned his head to look at Su Yan and Qian Chen, "Master Ebishou is a god of good fortune, he can The luck for people is collected by oneself, and it is in this wick, no matter what you do, as long as you hold this wick, you will be blessed by the god of fortune."

That is the legendary good luck.

"It's too precious!" Su Yan was taken aback, and immediately understood that what Yebishou gave was definitely a good thing, and it was all Yebishou's ability to protect them.

"You all have great luck, and your every move is linked to the Dao of Law. This little thing of mine is better than nothing, it's nothing straight, and I can still collect this without me, and you just need it now, so let me do my best." Participate in your efforts." Ebisu is not familiar with the key two people in this world except for a little familiarity with Yimulian. Although he moved here with him, but because of his own strength, he is popular, so he didn't spend much money. Now that he can give a little, it makes him feel at ease. Besides, he can still collect the wicks without them. He is no longer a god when he comes to this world, and now he has few believers. He really rarely uses wicks.

"Just accept the words." Yimulian understood Ebisu's thoughts, and even many monsters who were not familiar with Su Yanqianchen had the same thoughts. If there is an opportunity to give something to the kindness of words, naturally they are very willing to repay the kindness.

"Then I have the cheek to accept it, thank you so much." Su Yan carefully put the wick into the third eye and kept it, and the scroll of the gods over there sighed comfortably [Your Majesty will have these good things in the future. Put a lot of it in, but some things don't go in, such as the few remnants from before, do you know how much effort it takes to raise these remnants?I don't even have the energy to stay awake! 】

Hearing this, Su Yan glanced at Yuzaoqian, Yuzaoqian choked, stared at the Scroll of Conferred God who had no idea where he had offended the boss, and said, "I accept your love."

"Where, brother-in-law is being polite, we are a family after all." Su Yan raised his eyebrows back, then turned to look at Yimulian, "Brother is well-informed, please take care of Qianchen's matter, our side I'll figure it out too."

"Don't worry, I will take it to heart." Yimu Lian nodded. He was shocked at the beginning that Qianchen was the judge, and felt very surprised, but after the accident, he felt that it was so natural. What kind of person is he?

For the sake of Mu Chiyo, who even dared to seal the mother god Izanami, her feelings for the judge should not be questioned. How could such a person marry someone else, and how could he agree to sign a soul contract with someone else?

Yimulian does not deny that Su Yan is actually a soft-hearted person, but he will definitely not be a person who wronged him. If Qianshen is not a judge, and Jiutushan proposes to marry and sign a soul contract, he feels that Su Yan's first The reaction should not be to consider disagreement, but to ponder how to cleanly seal all the monster races in this world.

Yimulian held the teacup with white smoke in his hand, looked at the two people who were leaning together in the steam, the strong appeal in their hearts rang in their ears, and tiny silk threads slowly wound around his body, very familiar Feeling, but it is much thicker and tougher than the original feeling, and of course it is more free and strict.

This is the law of this world.

Is it testing itself?

Yimulian did not resist the temptation of the law, let the law entangle his body with cause and effect, and let the law bring him into the Dao.

To become a god again, to justifiably protect a place of water and soil, and to let believers live and work in peace and contentment has always been his hope. In another world, there is nothing wrong with becoming a god again.

The author has something to say: Except for the ghost king of hell, the daily routine is done, what about the little angels?

Good afternoon, it's lunch time.