Chapter 975: Meng Po Soup with Water
When Lu Chaochao came to the underworld.
The underworld is in chaos, with wandering ghosts everywhere, and the Naihe Bridge is so crowded with people that there is no place to step.
Meng Po's hands were sore from all the work, her back couldn't straighten up, and her hands were shaking.
"I can't bear it, I really can't bear it... I might as well let this old woman go back to reincarnate. Anyway, I can still practice in the human world..."
"Don't fight, don't fight. One bowl per person."
"Ouch, my back, my hands..."
"Ni'er, bring me two buckets of water to mix the water." Meng Po's throat was almost hoarse, but when she looked up and saw the endless souls in front of her, her heart sank.
The woman behind him looked surprised: "Adding water to Meng Po soup won't affect the effect, right? What if I didn't forget?"
Lu Chaochao smiled. This woman seemed to have some connection with her.
After she was resurrected as the first god, the first person she met was Miss Liu. Miss Liu lost her mother when she was young. Her mother and father had a deep affection for each other and they promised to live together in the next life. This lady has been waiting at the Naihe Bridge...
Now I help Meng Po to make soup.
Meng Po gritted her teeth and said, "It shouldn't matter if it's stronger or weaker. At most, I can't forget it completely, and there are more people with outstanding talents in the mortal world."
She poured water in without changing her expression, watched the Meng Po soup become clear, and filled out bowl after bowl.
When Lu Chaochao arrived, Emperor Fengdu was already extremely anxious.
"Ancestor, I've been waiting for you to come."
"As you know, the underworld releases a group of immortal officials every five hundred years. This year happens to be the five hundredth year, and many immortal officials are waiting for approval at the Reincarnation Department."
“But this time the Three Realms are in a catastrophe, and the Underworld is almost broken through by the living souls. I’m afraid we won’t be able to finish the work within ten years.” The first is to guide the living souls to reincarnate, the second is to maintain order, and the third is to enter the mortal world to capture the escaped living souls.
Each step requires a huge amount of work, and the underworld simply cannot bear it.
Because there are too many living souls, the number of ghosts will also increase. How can they be reduced if they can only increase?
"How can we keep busy..."
"I have tried every possible way to retain the immortal officials and ask them to help the underworld for another hundred years. I will definitely reward them with merits in the future. But I can't keep them... They have all lost their minds." They probably know that there are a lot of vacancies in the gods' world, and they all want to be the lucky ones.
The position of a god is something that can only be obtained after practicing for tens of thousands of years and enduring numerous lightning strikes.
That is the true god in the world.
Oh, even if it's just to take over the divine power.
Ah Ci folded his arms and said calmly: "The position of God is also selected based on merit. Instead of fighting for the position of God, it is better to accumulate merit."
"To be in charge as a proxy is always a proxy."
"Besides, originally all the quotas belonged to the spiritual world. Now half of them are allocated to the mortal world."
“I’m afraid those people in the spiritual world won’t let it go. If we jump in now, we’ll be dead.” The First God could only set the rules, and the rest depended on the pulling and striving of all parties.
The spiritual world is the cradle of the divine world and is controlled by the divine world.
There is still a lot of pulling to do.
If I jump in now and fight against God, I don’t know if I can come back alive.
The Emperor of Fengdu smiled bitterly and said, "They are now obsessed with the throne of God, so how can they believe it?" The Emperor of Fengdu has lived for many years and has had several close friends who needed the throne of God.
He didn't even dare to let his friends get involved, so how could he dare let these little immortal officials go up?
In the struggle between classes, whoever is involved will die.
"Have you already reasoned with them?" Lu Chaochao asked.
The Emperor of Fengdu nodded: "Explain it with emotion and persuade it with reason."
"Then...why not try something unreasonable?"
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