"Team Leader Qin, you have done nothing at this time. Do you really think that we old bones can't walk anymore and can you deceive them at will?"

In the bedroom where the curtains were pulled, the figure lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up when he heard the sound.

In the dark corner of the corner of the wall, a figure slowly emerged; it was just a phantom, like a ghost, with a strange aura. After saying this, he let out a few loud laughs.

Qin Yishen, wearing dark blue pajamas, woke up a little, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and a ray of sunlight fell on his side face in the gap in the curtains, which made his face look even more scary.

“First, I have my own sense of responsibility;

Second, I am not your vassal, you and I are just working together.

Third, you shouldn’t come here, unless I took the initiative to contact you, you shouldn’t contact me... This is the rule we set before!"

"Rules? Tsk," the phantom in the corner sneered, raised his head slightly, revealing a little gray beard. "Now Team Leader Qin is so arrogant that he thinks, how can he not take us old things seriously? Right?

You have to know that if I want to kill you, just this incarnation can kill you here."

Qin Yishen slowly closed his eyes, calmed his anger, and said calmly: "I will naturally not forget what I promised you. You only need to wait for a while."

"Wait? You asked us to wait before, saying that those barbarian places can put a lot of pressure on the Taoist world, so that you can let the current court invite us out of seclusion."

The figure showed a little grinning on his lips, "Now you said let me wait again, really think we are trapped in the deep mountains and can't hear anything outside the window?"

Nowadays, those barbarian and evil cultivators have been flattened by the sword cultivator named Wang Feiyu!

There is no pressure outside, when do you want us to wait?"

"Soon," Qin Yishen's eyes showed a little helplessness, "I can reply to you directly, soon.

The evil cultivator from abroad was vulnerable, which was beyond my expectations. I was even ready at that time. If Wang Sheng died there and the main force of the Taoist sect was plotted by the other party, then you can get out of the trap...

But you don’t have to worry. Now I have prepared a complete plan and I will notify you to take action at critical moments.

I will definitely do what I promised you; but I also hope that what you promised me will be carried out in full swing in the future."

"Ha, naturally," the phantom sneered, slowly floating, slowly rotating around Qin Yishen, "I'll give you another three years, the last three years.

Qin Yishen, all we care about is a face. It was the ban set by the contemporary celestial master of Longhu Mountain for us back then. I want the contemporary celestial master to lift the ban for us with my own hands! Let the current world of Taoism kneel down in front of us and respectfully call the ancestor!

Do you think we cannot escape such a predicament now? Haha, it’s not that we can’t, we just don’t want to.

Don't worry, we have no interest in worldly affairs. As long as we help us get out of trouble, your so-called ideals, the blueprints you draw, and your career that has risen to the top will have nothing to do with us."

Da, da da...

There was a sudden sound of high heels and floor knocking from outside the door. Qin Yishen immediately turned over and stood by the bed, and the phantom quickly disappeared into the corner of the wall, leaving only one sound:

"Three years, you only have the last three years."

Click, the door lock was unscrewed, and the young girl wearing a cheongsam and walking in with a file bag was stunned.

"Team leader, are you awake?"

Qin Yishen stood there and closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, sat down slowly, and wiped his face with both hands.

He waved to the door, and the girl understood and closed the door, swayed the thin willow waist, and walked in slowly.

"Jiuqian, what time is it now."

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, you just had four hours off..."

The young, beautiful and young woman showed a charming smile at this man who was actually considered an uncle, and threw the file bag in her hand onto the bed, "Team leader, do you need me to help you relax?"

Qin Yishen nodded, and did not refuse his subordinates' kindness. He really needed to relax...

Half a minute later, the man's muffled groans kept coming from the room;

In the room, Qin Yishen was lying on the carpet, and the young female secretary kept stomping on his waist and spine.

"It hurts so much! Slowly Jiuqian! Her waist is almost broken!"

"Team leader, the investigation team is going to start a live broadcast of the Little Underworld. It is said that Feiyu Dushen and Fairy Buyu temporarily act as judge. What should we do?"

"It's good to see, don't worry about these things. Are the information I want ready?"

"Everything is in this file bag," Zhang Jiuqian stepped forward rhythmically, "but the team leader, the sect leader of Diyin Sect, is very slippery. We focus on him, and maybe we won't get any results."

Qin Yishen's sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth and continued to whisper: "Shen Sui'an is a businessman. As long as there are enough benefits, he will come up by himself.

Diyin Sect is a relatively critical part of the plan. If we cannot win the support of the Diyin Sect leader, if we want to promote the change, the difficulty will increase by three or five times...

Jiuqian, step there."

"where?"

"It's there, I often step on it... Yes! Hiss! Wow!"

For a moment, with the man's scream, the scene in the room became more and more chaotic.

...

In the small underworld, above the eighteen levels of hell, in front of the Fifth Hall of the Ten Palaces of Yama, more than a hundred figures of Taoism were walking in the air.

Wang Sheng also felt a lot of emotion when he revisited the old place, but this time he was not here to visit, and there was no urgent matter to deal with. The small underworld has become more and more stable in recent years.

The immortal Mengpo sat upright in the Hall of Reincarnation and did not care much about this matter, but the opening and closing of the "organisms" in various parts of the underworld were all in her mind.

It’s like this majestic Hall of Yama. Although the hall is empty, the restrictions outside the hall have been dispersed, allowing monks to enter by themselves.

At this time, most of the people here were from Diyin Sect; they temporarily played the role of ghost officers, temporarily taking over some officials of the underworld underworld officials, and conducting the matter of judging ghosts and judging souls.

In addition to the people of Diyin Sect, there are also elders, heads and disciples sent by Daocheng from various Taoist families to watch the ceremony, a total of thirty or forty people.

A film crew consisting of instructors in the combat readiness group, with a total of eleven or two people.

Sister Xilian was afraid that the yin energy of the little underworld would affect her demon roots, so she took the initiative to stay at home; Wang Xiaomiao also resumed her usual study and practice life, and Xilian was taking care of her at home.

At this time, Wang Sheng was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and his face was full of spring breeze. It seemed that flowers bloomed everywhere he went.

Let’s look at today’s protagonist’s senior sister, wearing a white long skirt, a purple-gold cloak, a little pink, red lips, and a wide range of majestic eyes.

The director of this live broadcast is Qing Yanzi, and the technical consultant is Chen Sui'an. At this time, the two of them met the process again. After confirming that it was correct, Qing Yanzi stood in front of the hall and shouted:

"Fairy Huaqing enters the palace!"

Mu Wanxuan bowed slightly to the master, then moved forward slowly, putting the back of the cloak in the clouds and fog, and stepped into the hall step by step.

Wang Sheng was just standing next to him and staring at his senior sister Mei. Qing Yanzi secretly scolded him when he saw this:

"Don't keep up! Do you have to shout "Fairy Huaqing's assistant" to your master again?!"

Master Wang smiled angrily, held the sheathed sword in his hand, stepped behind his senior sister, and looked down at the road as if he was decent.

When you enter the hall, you can see the light of the gods in the hall flashing, and you can hear the loud laughter echoing in your ears;

The ghost clerk laughed with intimidation, the shouts of the big ghosts and the majestic roar of King Yama, as if it had spanned thousands of years and came one after another.

Mu Wanxuan was not affected at all, and walked straight to the middle of the hall, lifting her skirt up the stairs.

Wang Sheng calmed down a little and knew that the hall had a spirit, so he lowered his head and followed. When his senior sister took the seat in the main seat, he stood aside.

It seemed that he had noticed Wang Sheng's identity as a "sword-holding boy", and the disturbing ghosts and wolves howling immediately disappeared.

Qing Yanzi shouted again in front of the hall:

"After the Immortals in the Underworld, the Underworld yamen will temporarily replace the servants and enter the hall!"

The Diyin Sect's people who had practiced several times agreed in unison, and then made waves of "huh" and "kill" sounds, either holding the knife across the waist, or holding the black wooden sticks with both hands, lined up in two lines.

After entering the hall, these Diyin Sect members knelt down to Mu Wanxuan who was sitting high above.

"No gift."

Fortunately, my senior sister broke through herself a long time ago, jumping out from word by word to word now, and now speaking out from two words, two words, otherwise she would have to let Wang Sheng pinch her throat and shout "flat body"...

Qing Yanzi shouted again: "Today, Fairy Huaqing is acting as the Lord Yan, where is the judge's pen?!"

Lights flashed everywhere in the Hall of Yama Hall, and wisps of golden light slowly rotated directly above the Hall of Yama Hall, a huge pen more than one meter long condensed and slowly fell in front of Mu Wanxuan.

At that moment, Wang Sheng seemed to see strands of flowing runes here, which seemed to be a formation, not a formation.

After careful consideration, it should be the word "rules".

Although this place is just a small underworld, there are still rules for the operation of the small underworld.

The steps arranged by the master and Uncle Shen seemed to be the most common scene in the underworld back then, and they also entered the rules of this place.

If you want to resist this rule, you will inevitably be suppressed by the power of the small underworld...

The idea that Monk Huaijing came up with was really an act of unintentional planting willows and willows.

"The judge returns to his position, and the judge's pen has come!"

Qing Yanzi was outside and shouted in ancient tune: "The ghost mission from the five sides, come and escort the criminals!"

"Here!"

Four Diyin Sect members shouted and walked out of the hall with their swords.

The Taoist priests waiting outside the hall each took out a few jade bottles, and the bottles contained the souls of those evil cultivators from abroad. The four Diyin Sect members each took only one jade bottle and turned around and entered the hall.
Chapter completed!