Pindao's Immortal Cultivation Game Comes True

Chapter 63 The Situation in Black Wind Town
This statement came out.

"Ugh!"

Chenghuang God made a bitter face and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, let's tell the truth to fellow daoists, maybe in a year or so, the City God's Mansion of this God will disappear along with the entire Nether Bright City."

"Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist is the left judge of the Wulei Academy, in charge of rewarding the good and punishing the evil of the living, and this god is the city god of the nether world, in charge of reincarnation and extradition of the dead."

"We are also grasshoppers on a rope."

"It's been a while since my fellow Taoist priest has been appointed as the left magistrate here. Didn't he realize that there are very few incense sticks here?" Chenghuang Shen asked in a concentrated voice.

The pitiful little incense?
Xuan Qing was slightly taken aback.

He has never discovered this problem.

after all.

His main source of incense is on the earth. As for the incense in Journey to the West, he really doesn't pay much attention to it.

Besides, he is a big living person, whether the incense is rich or not, it will not affect his survival, at most it means that he will spend less ingots.

"Pindao doesn't care about the incense in the world!" Xuan Qing said flatly.

"This"

Chenghuang was stunned.

Only then did he remember that the person in front of him was not an ordinary fairy official, but a Taoist fairy official with a physical body.

"Ah!" City God sighed again.

Originally thought that his chance had come, and finally saw hope, but he didn't expect that the colleague who just took office was actually a salted fish.

It seems that I'm really going to die, and I'm going to disappear with the Netherworld~
see.

Xuan Qing frowned deeply, and he was already a little unhappy.

"City God, can you speak clearly once and for all? The one I hate the most in my life is the Riddler!"

After hearing this.

City God waved his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, drank it in one gulp, and then rubbed his face.

"Since Fellow Daoists want to know, let me start from the beginning."

"More than 400 years ago, this place was a big border city called Mingming City. Suddenly, the sky fell one day. It caused a major earthquake that killed and injured countless people, and the city became a town."

"That's all, as long as the god is given a certain amount of time to cultivate, he can also recover as before."

"But I don't know when, there was another Guanyin Temple in Minglang Town. There is an elder Jinchi in it. He is good at deceiving people, and his methods of attracting believers are also extremely clever."

"Fellow Daoist, you also know that local gods of the underworld like this God usually rely on extradition of ghosts to earn some merit."

"Originally, the people in the town would return their souls to the underworld after death. If the god extradites them to reincarnation, they can also earn some merit to live on."

"But now, whenever people die in the town, they are all saved by those monks, avoiding the Netherworld, and going directly to the Western Paradise. Sigh!"

"Just like this, one ebbs and another, the years go by, and the god has become what it is today."

The God of City God smiled miserably, and opened his cloak, "Speaking of it, I am not afraid of being laughed at by fellow Taoists. The last time this God extradited ghosts to reincarnation was a year ago when an old lady died in the town."

"It's all because the old woman who died was a descendant of the land god of Heifeng Town. The other party didn't want her descendants to be sent to the extreme west, so she secretly left it to the god."

Such a tragedy.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath.

This city god is too miserable, not to mention losing the incense and belief, even the qualifications to extradite the reincarnation of ghosts and earn the subsistence allowance were taken away by Buddhism.

Wait a year ago?
An old woman died. Combined with the information about the descendant of the land god in the town, isn't it just Fatty's grandma?

moment.

In Xuanqing's mind, he couldn't help but recall the memory that he just came to the town, wanted to earn humanitarian merits, and finally felt that he was destined to be with Fatty, so he accepted her as a boy.

It turned out that there was such a deep story behind the incident at the beginning.

now.

After explaining everything.

The God of City God stared at Xuan Qing.

There was hope in his eyes again. For him, the appearance of the Daoist Immortal Official in front of him was the last hope.

however.

To the disappointment of Chenghuangshen, from the eyes of this Taoist, he could not see the slightest intention of the other party to take over this matter.

After thinking about it, I can't blame this Taoist, but I can only blame myself for my bad luck and fate.

After all, behind the Avalokitesvara Temple is an imposing Buddhist sect. Who would offend the giant Guanyin Bodhisattva because of a small city god?

"Forget it, as the so-called soul disperses like a lamp goes out, when a fellow Taoist wanders into the nether world, this god will burn the last sliver of power to help you."

These words were sincere, without any extra thoughts, because his kind of incense and yin spirit did not talk about reincarnation, and if it dissipated, it would really dissipate.

It is good to say that a person is about to die, and the yin spirit is about to dissipate. It is better to shine brightly for the last time. At least make this person stronger, and he can also disgust the culprit who made him dissipate.

Say it.

Don't wait for the other party to react.

City God waved his right hand.

The mended cloak seemed to be blown by an inexplicable wind, constantly fluttering.

Followed by.

The entire nether world was surging with gusts of wind and clouds, and an incomparably huge nether air surged towards the City God's Mansion from all directions.

It all happened in an instant.

After Xuanqing reacted, he found that his surroundings had been shrouded in a cloud of gray mist.

Just when he thought it was the city god who saw that he was indifferent, and was about to make a move out of embarrassment, he was about to die and resurrect again.

He found out.

The power of his soul is increasing at an incomparably terrifying speed.

In just a few seconds, the power of the soul has increased by more than [-]%, and the strength of the soul is still rising.

After a stick of incense.

All the ghostly air around him dissipated and returned to the previous level.

"Huh~" Xuan Qing opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and there was a slight change in his eyes when he looked at the God of City God.

however.

Chenghuang Temple didn't see it yet, but said in a sad tone:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, after this deed of God, I'm afraid I only have half a year to live. I don't expect fellow Daoists to fight against that Guanyin Temple, I just hope."

The words paused slightly.

The City God turned his head and glanced at the two Yin soldiers standing beside him.

"I just hope that fellow Taoists will save these two children and send them to other cities. Whether they choose to reincarnate or find a job elsewhere, it will be better than perishing with the god here!"

Say it.

The City God actually bent down and bowed deeply to Xuan Qing.

For the city god who is about to perish, dignity is meaningless, and the only hope now is to try his best to save this soldier who has been following him.

(End of this chapter)