Chapter 200 Jamfu Ghost City

On the underworld, ghosts that have recently died are like automatic robots, following the rules of the underworld, drifting towards the gate of hell, forming a spectacular 'Road to the Underworld'.

In the Netherworld, there is also a dark wind blowing. Although it is not as harmful to the soul as the scorching sun in the Yang world, it still hurts like a knife when it blows on the soul.

Therefore, there is no need for ghosts to guide them. These souls who have just died and are still in a daze will line up together and gather towards the place with the least wind.

A powerful person opened a road to hell in front of the gate of hell. This road is protected by the rules of the gate of hell and has the least evil wind. It can naturally restrain the unconscious souls and greatly reduce the workload of the ghost guards.

Like the scene where Black and White Wuchang personally arrests a person, it is basically impossible to happen unless the person has a great background or has committed a heinous crime that has angered the underworld.

Of course, there are many problems with doing this.

For example, many powerful Netherworld ghost dynasties will kidnap souls on the Huangquan Road from time to time to fill their own citizens. There are also some demons who are entrenched in the Netherworld and come to the Huangquan Road to beat their teeth as sacrifices.

There are many such situations, and the Yin Division will even send troops to attack them, but after all, Netherworld is facing all the heavens and worlds, and it cannot be completely eliminated.

In particular, the powerful ghost dynasties have powerful people behind them, which has led to the current scene in the Netherworld where ghost emperors from all directions stand in large numbers.

"Actually, I heard that the underworld in other places is even more chaotic than ours."

Because he got very little good deeds from killing these yakshas, ​​almost nothing.

He looked at the ghost market behind the archway.

About one penny of incense is refined into one penny of ghostly silver.

A stowaway with sharp eyes spotted a familiar person and shouted loudly, "Lang Po, Long Po, it's me!"

With candlelight dancing in Lin Mosheng's eyes, he looked at the hungry ghosts ahead who were frantically attacking the stowaways.

"General, I have found two Taoist secret books on basic Qi collection. My boy has been practicing day and night under my supervision. He is now only sixteen years old and has already joined Taoism. His character is also good."

Entering the ghost market, Lin Mosheng used the [Xi Yi Method] to cover up and asked the dragon mother in a low voice, "How much ghost silver can we have in a year?"

There are lifelike reliefs of Yin dragons on the nine pillars, and on the top of the archway, several large characters are outlined with dragon energy.

Lin Mosheng nodded. He had a way to use the pure Yang treasure, ghosts, immortals, ghosts, and luck in the Yang world, but there were only a hundred thousand Yin soldiers...

Lin Mosheng followed what A Lin Gong said and used Fuxi Bagua to deduce it and determined that there was no big deviation. However, whether a person's specific personality is suitable for serving in the City God's Temple still needs to be assessed.

He rubbed his chin. Could it be that the society was slaughtered and they were allowed to garrison here?

Lin Mosheng secretly complained, is there any regional discrimination in being a ghost?

After a disaster, why not let others take a few puffs of cigarettes to relax.

Long Po knew Lin Mosheng's ambition and replied seriously, "There must be one hundred thousand Yin soldiers stationed, four pure Yang treasures, four ghosts and immortals, one seventh-grade ghost and god, and the support of the Yang world."

Luang Po took a look at the visitor, and after a few friendships, he said, "This is a traveler from Hong Kong. I was helped by him to take care of me several times when I was traveling in the past."

In the first year of Tianyuan, Emperor Wu of Dajing was established.

This is a special underworld coin, refined with incense and commonly used in the underworld.

I saw only a yin moon hanging high in the sky.

Then he pointed at the shopkeeper and said, "This is Mr. Aling. He has opened several stores in Yin City, Hong Kong."

Of course, Lin Mosheng doesn't have much objection to this kind of thing. How pitiful are the parents in the world.

There are even times when grandparents really love their grandchildren.

As soon as Alingong heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately understood the elegant meaning of the string.

Because the Yangchang Trail itself is a smuggling route, the underworld soldiers will not come to patrol at all. The hungry ghosts also know this situation and come here from time to time to abduct souls.

When the stowaways who had originally wanted to run around saw this scene, they all secretly whispered, "There is a master."

He said with a smile, "It just so happens that the Chenghuang Temple is currently short of people. If he wants to find a job, he can come and take an assessment."

Mr. A Lin laughed dryly, and with a sense of survival after a disaster, he subconsciously took out a magical pipe, looked at Lin Mosheng again, and suddenly didn't know whether to light up the cigarette.

When Luang Po saw Mr. Aling at this time, he thought of himself three months ago, and couldn't help but sigh, "You are still in the dark at such an old age."

They smiled evilly, holding steel forks. When they caught a stowaway, they stabbed him directly, penetrated his body, tied him with a rope, and dragged him behind him.

Alingong finally stood up in front of Lin Mosheng and said, "We are people from the fundamental realm."

Lin Mosheng even estimated that Mr. Alin's body was close to death in the mortal world, and he was now hanging on it solely by secret methods.

"It's the path of hungry ghosts!"

So this Lord Aling is doing it for his grandson.

The archway itself is a treasure of pure Yang, exuding a hot and pure atmosphere in the netherworld.

Then there is the entrance fee, which Luang Phor has already prepared.

Lin Mosheng didn't chase them either.

Of course, it's not a sin for Lin Mosheng to kill them. In the underworld, the weak eat the strong. If Lin Mosheng doesn't kill them, these yakshas won't be kind enough to let Lin Mosheng go. This is the rule here.

There are many such roads, which are opened from various places on Guimenguan Avenue. They are like stowaway passages in the real world and cannot be completely banned.

Long Po looked at Lin Mosheng and said, "General, try not to leave the trail. If you leave the trail, you will be completely lost in the boundless netherworld. Unless you have great supernatural powers, it will be difficult to return the same way!"

Lin Mosheng turned to look at Long Po, "Do you know him?"

Long Po and Lin Mosheng did not follow the main road of Guimenguan. Instead, they used Bagua to trace their way and followed a winding path. This was the path specially taken by stowaways. The ghost king who kidnapped people in Hong Kong used this path.

this road.

She didn't finish her sentence because she couldn't figure it out clearly at the moment.

Lin Mosheng nodded. There are gains and losses. The West promotes the concept of the Kingdom of God.

"The rules of reincarnation are not complete there, so I heard that many places directly build divine kingdoms to accommodate the souls after death. These souls enter their respective divine kingdoms according to their beliefs. After a few hundred years, their life span is exhausted. If the soul itself cannot

If you go one step further, your soul will dissipate and merge with the Kingdom of God, without even a chance to be reincarnated."

Lin Mosheng sighed and looked at Long Po, "How much does it cost to build a ghost market like this?"

The Yakshas moved like wind and soon arrived in front of Lin Mosheng. Unable to avoid it, Lin Mosheng took action directly.

The silver fish streaked across the necks of these yakshas, ​​and their heads fell directly into the dust with disbelief.

Luang Po took the lead in introducing the Yinke, "This is my general."

Lin Mosheng nodded and looked at Mr. Alin. He was similar to the previous Long Po. At most, he had more magical powers. He looked thin and his soul had some twilight energy because he had been in the dark all the year round.

Lin Mosheng smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want, I don't have that many rules."

Different worlds have different rules.

The nine pillars of the archway stand side by side, leading eight intestinal paths to form eight ways in.

So he walked with great interest while chatting, "Entering the Tao? Which path are you practicing? Do you have any career plans for the future?"

Luang Po made an estimate and said, "If we can gather the faith of the city gods in Nanyang, we can have one million taels of silver a year. If we can truly gather the believers in Nanyang, the Falklands, the Philippines, Siam, and Laos, we can establish a complete

City God System..."

Dark tall buildings rise from the ground one after another, like monster scales covering the barren land, and are connected by cloud corridors, like spider webs, covering the entire city.

But how much silver is there, he feels it firsthand.

He secretly smacked his tongue, he had long known about the gold belt of murder and arson.

Lin Mosheng looked at Long Po, "What kind of chaos?"

"The idea is tough, retreat! Retreat!"

As soon as Alingong heard Long Po's introduction, he immediately knew who the person in front of him was.

When he entered the city, he discovered another interesting thing. Among the eight avenues, the ghost guards on their avenue were the most polite, and their service attitude was like writing on their faces that customers are Gods.

He first saw Long Po, who looked dignified even in his soul, and sighed, it was such a chance that three months ago, Long Po was still a ghost traveler like him, even at a lower level, but three months later, Long Po has already

Once you meet a noble person, your career will skyrocket.

Alingong smiled cautiously and said, "Then I will overstep my bounds in front of the general."

His own City God's Temple was short of people. Although Lin Mosheng would not seek nepotism, he would not avoid relatives when promoting talents. He had to get information through the people around him.

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation from the front.

Lin Mosheng nodded, "Let him come over."

When the Yakshas behind saw this scene, they ran away like crazy.

It is a crime for the Yakshas to steal souls, but they rely on this method to survive, and they are stealing souls, which is reasonable.

Although reincarnation also has great disadvantages, it will leave behind everything in the previous life, and for ordinary people, it is almost equivalent to another person, but there is always a thought.

They were a group of fierce ghosts that looked like yakshas. Each one was nearly four meters tall, with a belly as big as a bucket. Their feet were slender but moved like wind. Their skin could be indigo or red. They were holding steel forks. They were in groups of a hundred. Each one of them was no less powerful than

The so-called Ghost King in Hong Kong is even stronger, with basic attributes above 20 points.

Then there are a few more small words.

They immediately approached cautiously, but they were afraid of offending Lin Mosheng and did not dare to get too close.

The light in the city is extremely dark, so red lanterns are hung in front of major buildings. These lanterns are like street lamps, lighting up the entire rugged ghost market.
To be continued...