Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 200 Yanfu Ghost City
On the underworld, the ghosts who have just died are like automatic robots, following the rules of the underworld, drifting towards the gate of ghosts, forming a magnificent "Road to the Underworld".

In the nether world, 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.

So there is no need for ghost messengers to guide them. These souls who have not died for a long time and are still in a daze will line up together and gather towards the place with the least cloudy wind.

You Da Neng opened a road to the underworld before the gate of ghosts. This road is protected by the rules of the gate of ghosts, and the wind is the least. Naturally, it can restrain unconscious souls and greatly reduce the workload of ghost messengers.

Like black and white impermanence personally arresting people, unless the person has a lot of background, or the crime is so heinous that he angered the underworld, it is basically impossible to happen.

Of course, there are many problems with doing so.

For example, many powerful Nether Ghost Dynasty will take away souls from time to time on Huangquan Road to fill their own citizens, and some demons will come to Huangquan Road to hold tooth sacrifices in the Netherworld.

There are many such situations, and the Yin Division will even send troops to crusade, but after all, Nether is facing the heavens and the world, and it cannot be completely eradicated.

In particular, there are powerful ghost dynasties, and there are powerful people sitting behind them, which has led to the current scene of ghost emperors in the ten directions in the underworld.

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

Long Po and Lin Mosheng did not walk along the Guimenguan Avenue, but used gossip to trace and go along a winding path. This is a special path for stowaways, and the ghost king who kidnapped people in Gangdu walked this road.

There are many such roads, which are opened up from all over the Guimenguan Avenue, just like the smuggling passages in the real world, and they cannot be completely banned.

Lin Mosheng looked at Long Po, "Why are you messing with the law?"

"They have incomplete reincarnation rules, so I heard that many places directly set up divine kingdoms to accommodate the souls after death. These souls enter their respective divine kingdoms according to their beliefs. After hundreds of years, the yin life is exhausted. If the soul itself cannot Going one step further, then the soul will dissipate and become one with the Kingdom of God, without even a chance to reincarnate."

Speaking of this, Luang Po was a little afraid.

Although reincarnation also has great disadvantages, it will throw away all kinds of past lives. For ordinary people, it is almost equivalent to another person, but there is always a thought.

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

But after death, one can live forever through faith, which is a false proposition in itself. After all, the soul also has a lifespan.

Unless there are people with great supernatural powers who continue to continue the life of ordinary people, how can the soul be immortal.

The path here was dark and dark, so Luang Po took out a paper lantern and lit it with divine fire, but even so, it was only able to clearly illuminate the three meters around the two of them, and they couldn't see clearly beyond three meters.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the front.

"It's the way of a hungry ghost!"

Then I saw a bunch of smugglers fleeing frantically to both sides.

Long Po looked at Lin Mosheng, "General, try not to leave the small path. If you leave the small path, you will be completely lost in the boundless darkness. Unless you have great supernatural powers, it will be difficult to go back the same way!"

The candles in Lin Mosheng's eyes danced, and he looked at the hungry ghosts who were frantically attacking the smugglers.

Because the sheep intestine path itself is a smuggling path, the ghost soldiers of the netherworld will not come to patrol at all, and the hungry ghosts also know this situation, and come here from time to time to abduct souls.

They were a group of fierce ghosts with the appearance of yakshas, ​​each of them was nearly four meters tall, with a belly as big as a bucket, feet slender but moving like the wind, their skin was indigo or red, and they held steel forks. The so-called ghost king in Hong Kong is even stronger, with basic attributes above 20 points.

Smiling, holding a steel fork, they caught a stowaway, inserted it directly, penetrated the body, tied it with a rope, and dragged it behind.

The Yashas moved like the wind, and soon came to Lin Mosheng. There was no way to avoid it, and Lin Mosheng shot directly.

He made a knife with his hand, slashed forward, and the silver-white knives danced, in the dark environment, like silver fish swimming in the sea.

The whitebaits scratched across the necks of these yakshas, ​​and their heads fell directly into the dust with disbelief.

"The idea is hard, retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing this scene, the Yakshas behind ran away like crazy.

Lin Mosheng didn't chase them either.

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

Different worlds have different rules.

It is a crime for Yashas to steal souls, but they rely on this method to survive, and what they steal is smuggled souls, which is reasonable.

Of course, it wasn't a crime for Lin Mosheng to kill them. In the dark, the strong prey on the weak. If Lin Mosheng didn't kill them, these yakshas would not let Lin Mosheng go with good intentions. This is the rule here.

The smugglers around who wanted to scurry saw this scene and secretly whispered, "There is an expert."

They immediately approached cautiously, but they were afraid of offending Lin Mosheng, so they didn't dare to get too close.

A stowaway with sharp eyes spotted a familiar person, and hurriedly shouted, "Lang Phor, LP Luang, it's me!"

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

The dragon mother took a look at the person who came, and had a few friendships, so she said, "This is a ghost in Hong Kong. When I was a ghost, I was taken care of by him a few times."

Lin Mosheng nodded, "Let him come over."

Long Po waved to the person who called out, and the person immediately cheered, and walked into Lin Mosheng's circle of light under the envious eyes of the surrounding people.

He first saw Luang Phor who was dignified even though he was a soul, and he sighed, "It's such a chance, three months ago, Luang Phor was still a stalker like him, even at a lower level, but after three months, Luang Phor had already When I met a nobleman, I skyrocketed.

Long Po took the lead in introducing to Yin Walker, "This is my general."

Then he pointed to Zouyinke and said, "This is Mr. A Lin, who has opened several stores in Yinshi, the capital of Hong Kong."

After listening to Luang Po's introduction, Lord A Lin immediately knew who the person in front of him was.

Good guy, dare to suppress the ruthless people of the Dragon King Temple in the South China Sea face to face.

He hurriedly said, "Meet the general."

Lin Mosheng nodded, and looked at Lord A Lin. The other party was similar to the previous dragon mother-in-law. At most, he had more magical powers. He looked thin and thin, and his soul was already a little bit old because of the perennial yin.

Even Lin Mosheng reckoned that the body of Lord A Lin was close to death in Yangjian, and now he was hanging by secret methods.

When Luang Po saw A Lin Gong at this time, she thought of herself three months ago, and couldn't help sighing, "You are so old, and you are still in trouble."

If he hadn't met himself and Lin Mosheng this time, he would have been in great danger.

Mr. A Lin laughed dryly. With a sense of the rest of his life, he subconsciously took out a magical pipe, looked at Lin Mosheng again, and immediately wondered whether he should light a cigarette.

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

Survival after the catastrophe, don't let others take two puffs of cigarettes to relax.

Mr. A Lin smiled cautiously, "Then I will presume in front of the general."

He lit the special tobacco, and the power of the incense was released from the tobacco leaves. He took two puffs comfortably, and then replied, "My grandson has recently entered the Tao, and I want to save him some family money to practice, so that he won't be like me in the future." , be a stalker who asks for a living."

If Luang Phor is busy all her life, it is because of her errands.

Then this Mr. A Lin is for his own grandson.

Lin Mosheng wasn't in a hurry, anyway, that 'Ami' was suspected to be a heavenly official, so he didn't know what schemes were involved.

So he walked with great interest and chatted, "Enter the Tao? Which Tao do you practice? Do you have any career plans for the future?"

A Lin Gong's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately knew the meaning of the string.

"General, I have found two basic qi-gathering secret books of Taoism. My kid, under my supervision, practiced day and night. Now he is only 16 years old, and he has already entered the Tao, and his xinxing is not bad."

Lin Mosheng glanced at the dragon mother-in-law, and the dragon mother-in-law nodded slightly, which meant that Ah Lin was a good person at that time.

His own Town God's Temple is short of people. Although Lin Mosheng doesn't know how to rely on cronyism, he doesn't shy away from relatives. He needs to get information from the people around him.

Lin Mosheng used Fuxi's gossip to deduce it according to what A Lingong said, and he was sure that there was no major deviation. However, whether a person's specific personality is suitable for serving in the Town God's Temple still needs to go through some assessments.

He said with a smile, "It just so happens that the Town God's Temple is short of people. If he wants to find an errand, he can come to the assessment."

After getting Lin Mosheng's promise, Mr. A Lin opened up the chatterbox, and always told Lin Mosheng how good his grandson was along the way.

It wasn't until Lin Mosheng could clearly hear the black line appearing on his forehead that he didn't stop.

Of course, Lin Mosheng didn't have much aversion to this kind of thing, so he pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Even sometimes, the grandparents really love the grandchildren.

The soul floats at an extremely fast speed, especially under the rules of the world where the sense of matter is reduced like Nether, it is almost equivalent to a car running at full speed.

After walking for about two hours, there was light in front, revealing a huge archway.

The archway itself is a treasure of pure yang, exuding a scorching and pure aura in the nether world.

The nine pillars of the archway stand side by side, leading eight narrow paths to form eight entry paths.

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

Yanfu Ghost City.

Then there are a few small words.

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

There are Yin soldiers stationed under each avenue, charging entry fees.

In the bustling intestines of eight sheep, Lin Mosheng estimated that the flow of people was not smaller than the main roads of first-tier cities.

He looked at the ghost market behind the archway.

I saw a cloudy moon hanging high in the sky.

As the dim moonlight fell, a splendid ghost town came into view.

One after another, dark high-rise buildings rise from the ground, row upon row, like monster scales covering the barren land, and connected by cloud corridors, like spider webs, covering the entire city.

Although the styles of the pavilions are all kinds of strange things, they are full of whimsical ideas, without material restraints, but with a lot of strange beauty.

In the city, the light is extremely dark, so there will be red lanterns hanging in front of the main buildings. These lanterns are like street lights, lighting up the entire ghost city.

You can clearly see all kinds of ghosts and ghosts walking between the cloud corridors. They are either riding ghost chariots or riding Yanmas. They are colorful in the night. If ordinary people enter, it is like breaking into It's the same in a bizarre picture scroll.

"This is the real ghost market."

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

Knowing Lin Mosheng's ambitions, the dragon mother replied seriously, "There must be one hundred thousand Yin soldiers stationed, four pure Yang treasures, four ghost immortals, one person who is the seventh-rank granting ghosts and gods, and the luck of the yang world to support."

Lin Mosheng nodded, he has a solution for the treasure of pure yang and ghosts, ghosts and gods, and luck in the yang world, but a hundred thousand yin soldiers...

He rubbed his chin, did he kill the society and let them come to guard here?

Thinking of this, Lin Mosheng shook his head, no, this is simply fishing out of water.

As he thought about it, he entered the city.

When he entered the city, he discovered another interesting thing, eight avenues, the ghost messengers on their avenues are the most polite, and the service attitude is so close to saying that the customer is God on his face.

On the avenue next to it, the ghost messengers directly scolded the souls, and immediately beat them with whips if something was wrong.

Everything Lin Mosheng saw here was new, and he asked curiously, "What's the reason?"

Mr. A Lin finally stood up in front of Lin Mosheng, "We are people from the fundamental realm."

Lin Mosheng secretly complained, does being a ghost also have regional discrimination?

Then there is the entrance fee, which Long Po has already prepared.

This is a special coin made of incense, which is commonly used in the underworld.

About one penny of incense is refined into one penny of Mingyin.

After entering the ghost market, Lin Mosheng used [Xi Yi Fa] to cover it up, and asked Luang Po in a low voice, "How much ghost silver can we have a year?"

The dragon mother made an estimate and said, "If we can gather the faith of Nanyang City God, we can have a million taels of ghost silver a year. If we can really gather the believers in Nanyang, Falkland Island, Philippine Island, Siam, and Laos, we can build a complete City God system..."

She didn't finish, because she couldn't figure it out for a while.

Mr. A Lin heard this because he was surrounded by Lin Mosheng.

He secretly smacked his tongue, he knew a long time ago that killing and setting fire to the gold belt.

Only today do I know what it means to punish those who steal the hook, and the princes who steal the country.

Although I heard that this Sir Lin wiped out the Dragon King Temple in the South China Sea and shook a Bodhisattva outside the territory in Nanyang, but the gods and Buddhas are too far away from him, and he can't even imagine it.

But how much money is there, he feels it personally.

The paper money burned by ordinary people can also be used as Mingyin, but of course it is not calculated by the denomination of the paper money, but by the incense, luck, and power of faith attached to it.

For an ordinary family of five, the luck and the power of faith can only be burned to the ancestors, but only ten taels of Mingyin a year.

Moreover, ghost silver is a consumable, and it can be used directly by ghosts, so there is no inflation problem at all.

Lin Mosheng couldn't help but straighten his back. Only today did he feel like the boss.

(End of this chapter)