Yang Anmin nodded and followed Li Yi, and the two of them walked straight through the dense crowd.
"Master, are you a deity?"
"He is not a deity, just a cultivator."
"I never thought that cultivating immortals really existed. It was like a dream. My favorite subjects in novels and movies are cultivating immortals. It's a pity that I'm dead and can't cultivate immortals. But I probably don't have the talent for it."
"Everyone can practice cultivation. Your employment as a ghost messenger can be considered as a form of cultivation."
"What is the Taoist priest doing in the City God Temple?"
"Talk to the City God about something."
The two walked into the City God Temple and came to the City God statue in the central hall. The City God, who was worshipped by countless people, looked extremely majestic.
Suddenly, the statue emitted a faint golden light, which made some people who noticed it a little confused. Then they said uncertainly: "Is the City God showing his power?"
"I seemed to see a golden light just now."
"I saw that, too."
There were discussions from time to time, but it did not cause any commotion. Under the guidance of the government, whether intentionally or unintentionally, no one questioned the existence of the City God.
A city god named Su Guang, who was eight feet tall, wearing a red official robe, with a righteous face and extremely majestic, appeared in front of the two people.
The overwhelming pressure made Yang Anmin tense up, but the next second, the tension disappeared. It was not that the pressure was restrained, but that the majestic City God knelt down.
"Your servant Su Guang pays homage to the Immortal Master."
Su Guang knelt on the ground, folded his hands in front of him, rested his forehead on the back of his hands, and kowtowed.
Yang Anmin turned his head and looked at the ordinary Taoist priest beside him. Compared with the City God, he looked much weaker and no different from an ordinary person. But seeing this scene, even a fool would know that the Taoist priest was extraordinary. Even the City God would kneel down to him.
You call this a mere cultivator?
Li Yi bent down and helped the man up, saying, "I don't work in the underworld, so there's no need to do this."
"Etiquette should not be violated." Su Guang shook his head firmly. He was not bowing randomly just to please others.
Kowtow is the most important form of respect, and it is the same respect a subject pays to his sovereign.
When someone is canonized by an immortal, one must naturally perform grand ceremonies, otherwise it would be against the rules.
"All the city gods in this world must bow to you when they see you, otherwise it would be disloyalty!"
Yang Anmin sucked in a breath of cold air. Who on earth was this Taoist who actually wanted all the city gods in the world to kneel down to him?
Soon a name came to mind. If he remembered correctly, the only place that could make all the city gods in the world kneel down was probably Yingtian Prefecture.
Chengtian Jian Guo Simin Shengfu Mingling King.
Holy shit, he is the Mingling King? !
Li Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "It's up to you."
In fact, he had thought of this situation when he was canonizing him. For a place like the underworld with strict hierarchy, this kind of thing is unavoidable. He forced the other party not to kneel down to him when he saw him, but he was torturing Su Guang.
The rules of the underworld are enforceable in themselves, not just black and white words.
"Who is this?" Su Guang turned his gaze to Yang Anmin. He could feel that the other party should be a ghost messenger who was about to join the job, but he didn't know why he could follow the immortal master in.
"He should be here to work as a ghost messenger. Replacing a ghost messenger with a hero is indeed a good idea. The government still has some ability." Li Yi said, "These people are all upright and have merits. They are all good seedlings."
The strength of the Yincha determines whether an area is peaceful or not. Two factors have the greatest influence: the Yincha itself and the incense. So there is a rule: the more populated a place is, the more difficult it is for evil spirits to cause trouble.
Any city in modern times was a capital city or even a capital in ancient times.
Su Guang looked at Yang Anmin and asked, "What's your name?"
"Yang Anmin." Yang Anmin replied immediately.
"Let me look for it..."
A booklet appeared in Su Guang's hand. He flipped through it a few times and found Yang Anmin's name. Just like a household registration, it contained all kinds of information about him, including the cause of death.
He was shot and killed while fighting against drugs at the age of 26. He entered the City God Temple on December 10th.
"Yang Anmin, a man of integrity, died protecting the people. He should be a judge who rewards the good and punishes the evil."
Originally, Yang Anmin could only be a ghost messenger, but the immortal master said that he was a good seedling, so it would be a bit unwise not to promote him vigorously.
Even if the immortal master does not have this idea, they still have to consider it and try to figure out the immortal's intention.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tablet of the judge who rewards the good and punishes the evil glowed slightly, and Yang Anmin was instantly sucked into it.
Li Yi glanced at the tablet, which showed a spiritual space of the underworld. The spirit transformed into a very antique courtyard.
It was no wonder that so many people wanted to enter the underworld. It was like living a second life, and there would be no pain or illness. According to him, incense could also allow them to experience the worldly desires again, and they would not be like ghosts who had no desires or demands.
Li Yi retracted his gaze and said, "I have something I want you to do. Investigate the matter of Mo Yuan."
The Demon Abyss is invisible and intangible, buried in the Forgotten River. Even if Li Yi wants to find it, it will take some time. Maybe a few months, maybe a few years, or even decades.
In his previous life, hundreds of years would not be considered a long time for him. For those with great magical powers, it was common for a battle to last for several years.
But Li Yi didn't want to waste too much energy on this. His main goal now was to get the Heavenly Creation Pill and enjoy modern life. He also wanted to buy a computer next year to get further into the world of modern young people.
But we can't just leave it alone and let the Demon Abyss grow, and then jump out to disgust us in the future.
The underworld itself is closely connected with Wangchuan, and the two can be said to complement each other. As the saying goes, every profession has its own expertise, and it should be faster for them to investigate than for me.
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