Everyone fell silent, and then looked at Ruan Ling at the same time.

Before we knew it, everyone put hope on Ruan Ling.

The smallest city god who was once distrustworthy has become the leader in their hearts, a boss who can be relied on and trusted.

Ruan Ling rubbed her injured wrist and smiled, "Cihe comes in person, and it may not be impossible."

In the following time, Ruan Ling asked Gan Die, the best in the cloud technique, to take turns monitoring Cihe's movements in Puyuan Mountain.

And she herself kept running away.

A few days later, a resentful ghost appeared in Gan Die’s Shitou Town.

If allowed to develop, it will harm ordinary people.

After Ruan Ling discovered it, she immediately went to detain him personally.

After she tried a lot of effort to subdue the resentful ghost, she turned around and saw Cihe standing not far away.

Perhaps because Ruan Ling took advantage of the loophole last time, she was the only one this time, and the flatterer Ruan Qing was not followed behind her.

"Oh, Ci and Zhenren are here in person again." Ruan Ling first put away the resentful ghost, then clapped her hands, and walked to her with a smile, "The real person has a valuable identity, why don't you let your disciples rob him?"

Ci and Zhenren looked calm and glanced at her sleeves, saying slowly: "This person suffered before his life. After he died, he would be detained in the underworld to suffer various cruel torture laws. Do you think this should be?"

"Does this ghost suffer in his lifetime mean that he can harm others with resentment?" Ruan Ling sneered, "No matter whether he enjoys or suffers during his lifetime, as long as he does something wrong and harms others, he should go to the eighteen levels of hell and suffers from cramps and tongue pulling!"

Ci and Zhenren's voice was full of compassion: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are straw dogs. Everyone is born equal, and everything is empty after death. There is no need for the existence of the underworld. Ruan Ling, give him to me, and I can forgive you for hurting my disciples many times before."

"Cihe Zhenren, do you know what you call it? The Holy Mother." Ruan Ling said sarcastically, "Didn't you say that everyone's sins should be forgiven in the end? I hurt your disciple. You, such a Holy Mother, still have to remember my grudges? What you do seems to be a bit contrary to what you say."

Cihe smiled and said, "If you die, I will forgive all your sins."

"Fuck." Ruan Ling cursed, "If you dare, come and kill me! Let's see if the underworld will give up with you!"

"Do you really think that the underworld will tear me apart for you, a mere county city god?" Cihe still had a peaceful and kind tone, but who said it was very domineering, "Your weight is not enough."

Ruan Ling said: "I am so insignificant, so I have to let you take action yourself again and again?"

"Your talent is extraordinary, I cannot deny this." Cihe said indifferently.

"You are a real person with unfathomable strength. If you don't like the underworld, you can go to the underworld!" Ruan Ling said angrily, "What can you do if you always fight me as a little city god? If you have the ability, you can go and fight the four judges, find Meng Po, and choose the Pope!"

Cihe sighed softly: "It's not time yet. My Taoist sect and your underworld are already opposite. I have made a great vow. If the underworld is not empty for a day, I will not become a Buddha in one day."

Ruan Ling raised her eyebrows: "So, your only wish in this life is to oppose the underworld and destroy the underworld?"
Chapter completed!