Chapter 683: It seems like there is smoke coming out of your head?
Praying, in fact, nine out of ten things are useless.
The last one.
We have no choice but to cooperate with the human world before the gods will agree.
But now they have no connection with the underworld, and the last piece is gone, so worshiping is purely for psychological comfort...
But what did his master say?
Just stop worshipping if it’s useless?
Well, she didn't need to be invited from the beginning!
Such a big statue must cost a lot of money!
But he didn't dare say it.
His outspokenness was tempered by his master's even more outspokenness.
"What are you thinking about? Where is the tablet I asked you to customize? Take it out." Chen Jinyue lit the incense and candles and stretched out his hand to him.
“…”
Dai Xin said nothing and silently handed the tablet to him.
A black wooden tablet with two large characters written on it in cinnabar.
Morning glory.
However, before the thing was handed to Chen Jinyue, it suddenly cracked.
Split in two.
Chen Jinyue, “…”
Dai Xin, “…”
He looked a little embarrassed, thinking about what Chen Jinyue had just said, and looked at the statue next to him, and the little awe he had in him came online.
Imitating Minister Xin's gesture from yesterday, he quickly bowed to the statue of the Judge and then explained devoutly.
"My master's childish words are innocent, please don't be offended, Lord God."
“???”
God damn, children’s words are innocent!
Chen Jinyue was choked for a long time and didn't know what to say.
I can only agree that what President Dai said before was right. The kid did fall and hit his head when he was a child, right?
Too lazy to pay attention to him, I just held the tablet that was broken into two halves and shook it.
"What now?"
"The boss gave me a few extra pieces. I was thinking of taking them back and now they've come in handy."
As Dai Xin spoke, he took out a black wooden sign from his storage ring.
The same size as before.
I just haven't written anything yet.
He took out the wolf-hair brush he always carried with him, dipped it in cinnabar, placed the sign on the table, and carefully wrote the word "朝颜" on the sign.
The last stroke fell, and the sign cracked again...
Dai Xin froze in place.
dumbfounded.
If it was just an accident.
Now it is obviously not just an accident.
He stood up nervously, retreated to Chen Jinyue's side, glanced at the statue in front of him, and said carefully, "Master, this, this..."
Chen Jinyue pursed her lips and was silent for a moment, then looked at him, "Anything else?"
Dai Xin took out the remaining two identical brands from his storage ring.
Buy one, get three free.
He only has these last two pieces left.
"Try again." Chen Jinyue reminded.
Dai Xin nodded, "Okay."
He half-knelt in front of the altar, holding a wolf-hair brush dipped in cinnabar and continued.
The result was the same as before, the sign shattered with the last stroke.
When writing the last piece, Dai Xin's hands were shaking uncontrollably.
What flashed through his mind were the scenes from the past when he and Su Yan were playing with the Cricket God.
It’s over.
It must be because I was too outspoken in the past.
Now the God has really appeared.
Compared to tension and fear.
In fact, Dai Xin was more strangely excited at this moment.
After all, the underworld, which has been out of contact for a long time, is now making some movement.
As long as we can communicate.
He is also willing to settle the previous debt with him...
No suspense.
The last piece still broke.
Dai Xin stood up, having accepted the truth. He said nervously, "Master, let me repent first. I was indeed young and ignorant before, and said a lot of things I shouldn't have said..."
Chen Jinyue didn't say anything, but just bent down to pick up the broken signs.
Four times!
This is no coincidence!
But in her exchange, her spiritual sense could not detect any strange aura.
What kind of power is silently destroying the directional delivery of incense?
That unknown restriction in the underworld?
Is it really that strong?
Not surprising.
After all, they can prevent artifacts from lending merit, let alone this little trick...
At this moment, the special wooden blocks that had been forgotten for a long time in her consciousness suddenly flashed with light.
The golden light is so dazzling that it is impossible to ignore it.
Chen Jinyue's mind moved slightly.
How could I forget this?
This is something that cannot be cut by a knife or burned by fire!
And it is something exclusive to the exchange!
She immediately picked up a square piece of wood, spread her palm, and handed it to Dai Xin, "Write on this."
Dai Xin was still immersed in repentant thoughts. Seeing this thing, he subconsciously said, "Will it work? I'm scared. What if it fails again..."
"What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, I... my master, your great-grandmaster, will hold it up. Don't worry!" Chen Jinyue was very confident and asked Yu Xincheng to take the blame.
Dai Xin looked at her dimly, "..."
Why do I feel like my master isn't very reliable?
But he was actually very confused about what was going on.
Right now, I can only trust Chen Jinyue.
Just write it.
He took out a wolf-hair brush.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he put it away, took out the Wanxiang pen again, dipped it in cinnabar, and reverently wrote the name on it, stroke by stroke.
He was extra careful towards the end.
The tip of the pen is trembling.
He quickly wrote the last stroke, raised the pen, and stared at the wooden sign.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
The name fell quietly on the wooden board, motionless.
Success!
Dai Xin suddenly jumped up, holding the small wooden sign, "Master, it's done! It worked! It worked this time!"
Chen Jinyue's heart finally settled down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his chin slightly.
"Put it on the table and start lighting the incense. By the way, how much did you buy?"
“Quite a few!”
Speaking of this, Dai Xin becomes proud.
He doesn't believe in the God, but he believes in his master.
The master asked him to buy more, and without thinking, he directly moved all the stock from the incense and candle shop.
Fortunately, I have a storage ring.
With a wave of his hand, a small mountain of things appeared in the yard.
Chen Jinyue opened his mouth slightly and looked up and down at the pile.
Then the corners of his mouth twitched, "It's indeed a lot. Then you stay here and burn it for the God. It will be your confession. Burn it before you leave."
Dai Xin, "Huh???"
Is it necessary to repent in this way?
How long will this burn?
He looked at the statue, then at the hill of things, resigned himself to his fate, picked up one piece, opened it, and slowly set it on fire.
The smoke rose up, swirled in the sky, and then gradually disappeared...
…
The atmosphere in the underworld has been very depressing recently.
The riot of the ghosts is getting more and more intense.
The ghost officials worked overtime day and night, but there was a lot to deal with and many problems left over from the past.
Moreover, a lot of information cannot be found or processed.
The King of Hell was extremely worried.
The hall was filled with a fiery atmosphere.
Because the news just came back from the world of cultivation—
Their channels of communication with the human world were also closed.
I don’t know when it started, but the monks in the world stopped asking them questions.
At first, I just felt that the world was peaceful and I didn’t have any needs.
Later gradually.
Just forget about it.
If the underworld hadn't asked about it recently, they wouldn't have thought about it now.
"Stupid! Absolutely stupid! The cultivation world is supposed to protect the human world, yet they didn't even realize we'd been out of touch for so long! Whoever is responsible for this must be tracked down!"
“…”
The judge felt helpless.
He reminded her, "They will definitely investigate their own affairs. The most important thing for us right now is our merits in the underworld."
And there is something obviously fishy about this matter.
The underworld has lost contact with the human world, and the world of cultivation has also lost contact?
Is it such a coincidence?
He even suspected that all this was designed by someone behind the scenes!
Because of today's situation...
Of course, the King of Hell also thought of it.
With a gloomy face, he paced back and forth in the hall, his mind racing, thinking about what other methods he could use.
At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and looked at the judge with a subtle look.
"Wait, there seems to be smoke coming out of your head?"
“???”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
