After dealing with Xiyue, Fang Jian came to Taixuandu Province. Because of the Peach Festival, all the immortal officials above the first rank in Taixuandu Province were invited to attend the Peach Festival.
However, whether it is the literary world or the martial arts world, there is one person left to temporarily preside over the affairs of Taixuandu Province.
The person Wen Lin left behind this time was Dongfang Shuo, the judge of Taixuandu Province. Fang Jian came to Taixuandu Province this time to find him.
"Your Excellency, Master Hongqing is here." In the Taixuandu provincial office, Dongfang Shuo was lying on a green vine rocking chair eating grapes when a boy came to him and reported.
Dongfang Shuo blinked, then sat up from the rocking chair, "Master Hongqing?"
"Please come in," Dongfang Shuo said, and then he said to the boy standing beside him, "Prepare a seat and prepare tea."
"Yes." The boys bowed and sang in response.
A moment later, Fang Jian was led into the hall by the boy. "I am your honorable name, Jian, and I am here to see the judgment." Fang Jian bowed to Dongfang Shuo.
Dongfang Shuo laughed heartily and pointed at a rattan chair beside him. "Master Hongqing, there's no need to be so polite. Please take a seat."
"Thank you for the order." Fang Jian came and sat down on the rattan chair.
Dongfang Shuo also stood up from the rocking chair and sat on the sandalwood chair to the right of Fang Jian. He then brought the basket filled with purple, round, smooth grapes that exuded a hint of cool spiritual energy to the small table between them and said, "Come, have some grapes. These are Guanghan grapes."
The grapes grown by the fairies in the palace, Chang'e, are so icy and sweet, and taste so good."
Fang Jian smiled, then raised his hand and said, "I don't like grapes. It's too troublesome to spit out the skins."
Dongfang Shuo was speechless for a moment. "How can I eat grapes if I'm afraid of spitting out the skins? Then what do you like to eat?"
Fang Jian asked, "Are there any watermelons?"
"Yes," Dongfang Shuo said, "The watermelons on Sanxian Island are from the Taoist temples of the three goddesses Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao. These watermelons were also grown by their disciples."
Fang Jian looked surprised and said, "It seems like there's everything here?"
Dongfang Shuo said proudly, "Of course, if you had come earlier, I would have even had peaches."
"Given by the Queen Mother of the West?" Fang Jian asked.
Dongfang Shuo shook his head and said, "No, I stole it in Yaochi."
"..." Fang Jian looked at Dongfang Shuo in shock, then asked quietly, "How did you steal it?"
Dongfang Shuo said, "I stole them like that. I walked into Yaochi and went to the Peach Garden. I saw which tree had the best peaches, picked a few and ran away."
Fang Jian's eyes widened. "No one is watching over you? That's the Queen Mother of the West's temple. Where are the fairies who look after the peach trees?"
Dongfang Shuo chuckled and said, "The Golden Lady of Yaochi is my biological sister."
"Ah!" Fang Jian suddenly realized what was going on. "So that's how it is..."
After saying this, Fang Jian fell into deep thought. Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian in deep thought and asked in confusion, "Master Hongqing, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh..." Fang Jian raised his head and said, "I was wondering if stealing the Queen Mother's peaches would violate the laws of heaven."
Dongfang Shuo glared and asked, "You think about this all day long?"
"Yes, otherwise what's the meaning of 'immortal life'?" Fang Jian said with a blink of his eyes.
"It doesn't violate the laws of heaven." Dongfang Shuo said.
Fang Jian asked with a questioning look on his face, "Banling, what did you say?"
Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian and said word by word, "I say, stealing peaches does not violate the laws of heaven."
Fang Jian sighed and said, "That's a shame. Your sister Yao Chi Jin Nu and I have a little conflict."
Dongfang Shuo's forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat. He looked at Fang Jian warily and said, "My sister is still young. Please don't persecute her."
"...Can the justice gods enforcing the laws of heaven be called persecution?" Fang Jian said unhappily, "You said she's young? How many years has she been an immortal?"
Dongfang Shuo counted on his fingers and said, "More than a hundred thousand years."
Fang Jian was stunned when he heard this. "One hundred thousand years? That's still a short time? If she had descendants in the human world, wouldn't that be enough for Zhu Di to hold a hundred Ten Clans Gatherings?"
Dongfang Shuo's face darkened, his eyes glared, and he looked at Fang Jian angrily and said, "She has no descendants, and she is still a young girl."
"Oh." Fang Jian nodded, then said, "Pan Ling, whether your sister is a daughter or not has nothing to do with me. Actually, I came to you because I want to ask you something. Can you make the decision?"
Dongfang Shuo ate some grapes and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Jian explained his purpose in detail to Dongfang Shuo. Dongfang Shuo couldn't believe it after hearing it. "You want to carry out a major purge in the underworld?"
"No, it's a major investigation." Fang Jian corrected.
Dongfang Shuo said, "What difference does it make? Whether it's a major investigation or a purge, the underworld will be turned upside down by you."
"Do you know how many people die in the Three Realms every day? These people will go to the underworld for judgment and reincarnation. If we delay for even one day, the entire underworld will be in chaos." Dongfang Shuo said.
Fang Jian nodded and said, "I know that, so I want to ask the court if there is any way to temporarily shut down the underworld for three months. Three months is enough."
Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian in disbelief and said, "Three months? You're overthinking it. It can't be done in three days."
"Does that mean you can't make the decision?" Fang Jian asked.
"..." Dongfang Shuo paused for a moment, then sat upright on the sandalwood chair and said to Fang Jian earnestly, "I really can't make the decision on this matter. You should wait until the Grand Envoy returns."
Fang Jian sighed and said, "It has to be this way." He then slammed his fist on the table and said in a deep voice, "It's just that we have to let those termites have their day for a few more days."
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