"I don't want the power of merit. You can keep it and refine it slowly. The merit here is no less than that of creating a human. Once you refine it all, you should be able to enter the sainthood."

When Li Qing heard this, he immediately smiled and reached out to touch Pingxin's face.

Pingxin's pretty face flushed, and she nodded gently, "Okay, husband, what kind of soul do you want?"

She was very smart and brought the conversation back to the topic without Li Qing saying much.

My husband's first priority this time is probably to get his soul.

"Look it up. Sun Zheng is from Kui County, Yu Commandery, Chaozhou, Dashang Prefecture. He's 28 years old and once served as a Cao Lang in the Ministry of Personnel..."

Li Qing nodded and began to tell the hometowns, names and other information of the dozens of people who died.

Then he said slowly: "I want to know whether their souls have gone through three reincarnations..."

Pingxin nodded and said, "Yes! I'll go check it out right away."

After saying this, he moved and went to where the Book of Life and Death was.

After just a quick glance, he said happily, "Here they are. No wonder they are so insightful. They are very good seedlings. They turned out to be your subjects, my husband. I couldn't bear to let them reincarnate, so I made them ghost messengers. My husband, you won't blame me, will you?"

Li Qing stood behind her and said with a smile: "How could I blame you? You did a good job. If you were reincarnated, there would be nothing I could do."

Pingxin giggled and was very happy to receive Li Qing's praise.

She smiled and said, "Husband, please wait a moment."

After saying this, it was just a thought.

A moment later, twenty-three tall, terrifying-looking ghost messengers quickly flew over and bowed to Pingxin, saying, "Your Highness, your Majesty!"

"Husband, I'm afraid they'll have wild thoughts and not work seriously, so I've temporarily blocked their spiritual platforms. I was planning to let them recover after a few years, but now that you're here, there's no need for that."

Pingxin smiled and just waved his hand.

All of a sudden, the ghost aura of these twenty-three ghost officials disappeared, and they transformed into twenty-three scholars with a flicker of their bodies.

Aren’t they the dead officials such as Sun Zheng and Cao Lang?