Heavenly Court Reader

Chapter 163

Seeing a lot of complaints and comments in the book review area, Han Feng had no choice but to explain in the book review area: "My fellow immortals, I'm really sorry! I had to leave temporarily because of an urgent document. Come on, it's just been dealt with!"

"Okay, since you've already dealt with it, let's break the news quickly! All fairy friends are still waiting to hear your story about Chang'e Fairy!" Han Feng just bubbled up in the book review area, and the online fairy Impatiently interrupted his message.

"That's right. The fairy friend upstairs is right. We just want to know, how did you convince Chang'e Fairy to be the moderator of the book review section, fellow Daoist Bai Jiahei?"

"Can I say that I just sang a song for Fairy Chang'e, and wrote a poem for Fairy!" Looking at the questioning of a large group of fairies, Han Feng finally had to truthfully reply in the book review area.

Sing?write poetry?What the hell is this fooling ghosts?A large group of immortals looked at Bai Jiahei's reply in the book review area, and none of them believed his explanation. Was it so easy to invite Fairy Chang'e?Still singing?Who would believe this?

Seeing that the immortals in the book review area didn't believe what he said, Han Feng hurriedly posted in the book review area: "Sanqing is above, I can swear to the way of heaven for Bai Jiahei, I really just sing for the fairies I just wrote a song and a poem!"

Seeing that Bai Jiahei even made the oath of heaven, the immortals in the book review area suddenly fell silent. Could it be that Bai Jiahei really just sang a song and wrote a poem to Fairy Chang'e?
On Han Feng's side, he was trying his best to explain to the gods on the reader, while on the other side of the underworld, the two people with a bull's head and a horse face looked bitter. Originally, the two of them were not good at arithmetic, but now what? They actually have to replace two people, black and white, to inspect the first three floors of hell, this is simply cheating!

If you say that the underworld is very big, it is indeed very big. The prison for punishing ghosts like the [-]th hell is only a small area in the underworld. There are also many other small hells. There are sixteen floors of small hells in each hall.

And the sequence of the [-] levels of hell is based on the length of the time of suffering and the severity of the punishment. Each hell is [-] times more painful than the previous hell, and the punishment time is doubled.

The "layers" of the eighteen hells do not refer to the upper and lower spaces, but the difference in time and criminal law, especially in terms of time. The first prison takes 3750 years in the human world as a day, the 30th as a month, and December as a day. One year, the sinner has to serve 12 years in this prison (that is, 1 billion years in the human world), and the second prison takes 135 years in the human world as a day. Years), and the sentence of each subsequent prison shall be increased by two times the base number of the previous prison.

This is also one of the reasons why the legend of the eighteen levels of hell is well-known in the mortal world. The time of this torture is really terrifying!It is so terrifying that people dare not touch it.

And what Niutou Mamian has to do now is to replace black and white impermanence and start inspecting the first three floors of the eighteen hells. During the inspection, they not only have to routinely check the security work on the first three floors, but more importantly, they need to punish The ghosts conduct a comprehensive statistics, and then send those ghosts who have been punished to the judge, and after being verified by the judge, these ghosts who have been punished can move freely in the underworld.

bang!With a sound, when the bull head and horse face came to the first level of tongue-pulling hell, he was dumbfounded seeing the pile of official documents in front of him, and even fell to the ground with the steel fork that suppressed ghosts in his hand.

"Damn it! It won't be verified until the year of the monkey and the month of the monkey?" Picking up an official document, looking at the length of imprisonment recorded on it, Niutou yelled speechlessly.

Mr. Ye, male, from Sharong Village, was born on XX, XX, XX, and was sentenced to 1 years in Tongue Pulling Hell for the crime of slander and harm during his lifetime. He has now been sentenced to 830 years in prison.

Huang, female, a native of Beilong Village, born on X.X., XX, committed the crime of sowing dissension during her lifetime. She was sentenced to 1 years in Tongue Pulling Hell. Now that she has finished her sentence, she can be released from prison. .

Ms. Zhou, female, from Chetianba Village, born on X.X., XX, committed the crime of lying and deceiving people during her lifetime. She was sentenced to 1 years in Tongue Pulling Hell, and now she has been sentenced to 350 six Year.

Flipping through the pages of official records, looking at the years of imprisonment recorded on them, Ma Mian shook the abacus in his hand, and said to Niutou speechlessly: "I say Niutou, it won't work like this! Just this first The number of prisoners on the upper floor is in the tens of thousands, and at the current speed, when will we be able to complete the verification?"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it, why? Don't you still want to use spells?" Niutou asked, crackling his abacus.

"I didn't say I wanted to use spells! Don't you think so?" Ma Mian rolled his eyes at the bull's head and replied in a buzzing voice.

In fact, it is possible to obtain merits like this kind of patrolling hell on behalf of the heavens, but if you want to earn this kind of merits, you cannot use magic. Take Tang Seng directly to Lingshan.

"Then what do you mean?" Hearing this, Niutou pressed the abacus in his hand back and asked.

"I mean, can we find a faster arithmetic method so that we can finish this statistical work quickly." Ma Mian replied after touching his horse's mouth.

"Where are you going to find it? The judge is the most powerful in arithmetic in the underworld. Do you really think that the judge will come to help us? Can you stop being funny?" Niu Tou replied speechlessly. How childish?Thinking of impossible things.

"Haha, who said that I must invite the Judge?" Ma Mian smiled as he saw Niu Tou's speechless expression.

"Then who else can we invite? There are only a few adults who are good at arithmetic in the underworld. Who else do you think we can invite?" Niutou asked, interrupting Ma Mian's laughter.

"Hey, brother, you may have forgotten one thing, that is, today's heaven and the underworld can be contacted through the ghost domain mobile phone, so, instead of looking for Mr. Judge, we can look for those immortals in the heaven!" Ma While taking out his Huangquan mobile phone, he smiled.

"Then which fairy family do you plan to ask for help?" Niutou asked curiously as Ma Mian took out his Huangyu mobile phone.

"Hehe, then I must be looking for that fellow Daoist Baijiahei! Didn't you find the cheating arithmetic that he published on the homepage of the Tianting Reader before? That cheated all the immortals in the Tianting All over again!" Ma Mian replied with a smile.

White with black?It turned out to be this product!Hearing Ma Mian's mention, Niutou remembered that he had also seen that post on Tianting Reader, and he heard that even Wenqu Xingjun was seriously cheated by his arithmetic problems.

Thinking of this, Niutou turned around and asked the horse face: "Then do you think he will help us? After all, we are just a small ghost in the underworld."

"Hey, how do you know if you don't try?" Ma Mian smiled while sending a private message to Bai Jiahei while pressing his Huangquan mobile phone.

On the other side, Han Feng, after he made an oath to the immortals in the book review area, those immortal fans believed that what he said was true.

However, there are still many immortals who are very interested in the song and poem he said, so after appeasing these immortal fans, Han Feng received many private messages from immortals on his mobile phone.

These private messages were all asking him what song he sang and what poem he wrote for Fairy Chang'e. Han Feng was speechless, but he could only reply to them one by one.

Later, there was really no reply, and Han Feng could only make a unified reply. At this moment, he suddenly received a private message from Ma Mian on his mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)