It was raining again in Yan Jun City, and it seemed that it was a long rainy season in the world. The lamps were placed on the tables of the Yan gentlemen, flickering with a faint light.

Lao Qi stood at the door of the main hall, quietly looking at the raindrops falling from the stone slabs, making a ticking sound.

People don't really want to work, and the hazy drizzle always makes people can't stop thinking. The body is still sitting in the Yan Jun Palace, but a heart has already boarded on the clouds, and it has flown thousands of miles.

The boss was knocking on the table again, and he was knocking rhythmically, which made Zhong Rao's thoughts fly farther. Liu Heng threw away the bamboo slip in his hand, he really couldn't stand it, when he was the emperor, there was also a time to rest, after becoming Yan Jun, he had been buried in the case without a moment's pause.

Lao Wu opened his mouth first: "I don't have the heart to work, or I will skip work collectively." ”

The boss threw it over with a roll of his eyes, and said, "Skipping class, what kind of class, Yan Jun's matter, how can it be called skipping!"

Lao Wu hurriedly corrected: "Yes, yes, yes, it's not skipping work, it's a temporary rest." Although Yan Jun is an immortal, he can't rotate continuously, he doesn't have the heart to work anymore, and it's a waste of effort to sit here. ”

Zhang Liang nodded and said, "I agree, it's not a matter of consuming it like this, it's better to rest and rest." ”

The boss looked overhead, and the roof of the Yan Jun Hall was as clean and spotless as ever. The emperor shouldn't have time to stare at the underworld, listening to the recent discussions with several gods in the west about communicating with each other, since this is the case, it shouldn't be okay to be lazy.

"Let's all go back and have a good rest, and then we will continue to do it tomorrow. ”

After the boss finished speaking, the person disappeared, and his current cultivation is becoming more and more excellent, even I can't see his movements clearly. It's probably not far from Zun, Zun, what an enviable realm.

Lao Wu stood up and stretched, and said, "Meng Po is drinking soup, is anyone going?"

Guiguzi and Zhang Liang raised their hands at the same time, there are not many things in the underworld that can interest Yan Jun, and Meng Po's soup is probably the most popular among them.

Three more Yan Jun walked, and the hall was a little empty. I looked at Lao Qi, who was standing at the gate of the temple, and asked, "Aren't you going with them?"

Lao Qi shook his head and said, "I'm going to Beiting, and the apprentice is under the door, so he should always have something to teach." Lao Jiu, do you want to go over there with me? I heard that the boss has transformed the scenery there very well. ”

"I won't go, I also want to go to the Dao Palace to see, since the establishment of the Dao Palace, the time has not been short, but there has not been a single immortal, and it is not easy to spread the Fa. ”

"Yes, teaching the Fa is probably the rarest thing we've ever done in the past few thousand years. ”

Liu Heng interjected: "If you go to Beiting, take me one, I haven't been to see Gaozu and them for a long time, it's not bad to go around." ”

Lao Qi took Liu Heng and turned into a flying flying in an instant, flying towards the north.

I asked Xuannu about the next arrangement, but she just smiled slightly and walked out of the main hall. I didn't understand what she meant, and I wanted to invite her to the Taoist Palace to preach, but now that she left without saying a word, I can't make my own request again.

Only me and Daji were left in the hall, she put the bamboo slip in her hand on the shelf behind her, and said, "Your Excellency wants to go to the Dao Palace?"

I nodded and asked, "Do you want to come along?"

"Well, there's no place you want to go, so it's better to go over with you. ”

"Good. ”

Walking on the road with Daji, the ghosts around him cast a lot of eyes. I knew they weren't looking at me, they were looking at Daji. The ghosts of the underworld have changed one after another, and the Yan monarchs live in a simple place, rarely come out again, and now they still know the ghosts of the Yan monarchs, and the number of them is pitiful. This is not a good thing, the supreme power should not be separated from the grassroots for too long, otherwise it will cause the ghosts of the underworld to be alienated

And power is also prone to degeneration, but all the emperors who founded the country in the world are usually Ming monarchs who know the people's livelihood and suffering, and the next three generations are becoming more and more mediocre, and in the end there is an absurd emperor. At the end of the day, it is nothing more than too far away from the people. Even if Yan Jun is an immortal, he still can't rule out the possibility of being mediocre. The faint kings of the past and present may not be really dim, but they can't see the scenes they should have seen at all.

The streets of Yan Juncheng are still very lively, and the prosperity of commerce has made many ghosts throw themselves into it, and the officials of Zheng Difu do not have the majesty of the world, nor do they have such wanton power. It's better to be an official than a businessman, make more money and make yourself live better, but when you become an official, you can only be busy and can't get time to enjoy.

There are two things in the world that are eternal pursuits, one is power and the other is money. When power loses its appeal, the charm of money is infinitely magnified. There are more things that can be bought in the underworld than in the human world, as long as you have enough money.

Daji bounced back, a snack in her hand. She is not a regular customer of the shops in this neighborhood, but she can still get a lot of discounts by relying on her unearthly beauty.

Declined the snack she handed her and continued to walk forward. Not far ahead is the gate of the Judge's Mansion, and many ghost soldiers are coming in and out, looking quite busy. Shang Ying is a very outstanding talent, and since he came to serve in the Judge's Mansion, he has not made any mistakes. This is definitely the busiest yamen in the prefecture, and judges are now the least popular profession.

Many ghosts would rather be a pawn than a judge, even though the latter's salary is several times that of the former. Under the heavy reward, I don't see many brave men, and there are still very few ghosts who are willing to contribute to the construction of the underworld.

A ghost in the shape of a teenager stood in the doorway, without an umbrella, letting the rain fall on his shoulders. A middle-aged ghost knelt in front of him, tilting his head up and talking to him.

Daji looked at it curiously, and said, "This young man must have been a noble man when he was in the world, and that middle-aged man must not be his domestic servant." Your Majesty, in your world, are there really many masters and servants who are willing to live and die?"

I smiled, "There should be, but it's not the two in front of me." The young man was Cao Chao, the emperor of Wei, and the man was Cheng Ji, who killed him. ”

"Ah, aren't they enemies, why are they still like this?"

"Cheng Ji is pleading, probably hoping to return to Cao Wei's banner and take revenge on the Sima family. He took the charge of killing the monarch for the Sima family, but Sima Zhao wiped out the three clans of the Cheng family, and Cheng Ji's resentment was very deep. ”

Daji stuck out her tongue and didn't say anything more. The slain emperor and the murderer of the king, both of whom have a deep grudge against each other, can get together after death, are there many strange things in this world? Her thoughts have always been simple, and without those complicated thoughts, she probably can't understand this strangeness.

The door of the Dao Palace is very large, and it can catch up with the façade of the judge's mansion. But there are no busy figures at the gate of the Judge's Mansion, and the door seems to be extra accurate here. There was really a net outside the gate, and there were really a few sparrows on the net.

Two old men sat in the doorway, making a fire, holding branches, and roasting and eating with sparrows.

"Is Liu Ying already in it with Liu Zhao?"

The old man turned his head to look at me and replied, "Liu Zhoucheng is not here today, Liu Zhao's big skirt is on duty inside, and Your Excellency is looking for him?

Daji looked at me quite playfully, the ancestor of the Dao Palace was at the gate of the Dao Palace, and he was not recognized, which shows that my ancestor is really not very dutiful.

I smiled bitterly and said, "I'll find it myself, you continue." ”

Walking into the courtyard with Daji, dozens of ghosts sat in the open space, and Liu Zhao sat opposite them, telling about the law of forgetting feelings.

Daji smiled embarrassedly, I was the first to pass on this method to her to practice, but I haven't achieved much so far. On the contrary, Liu Zhao is already ahead of her.

Liu Zhao spoke very attentively and did not notice our arrival. I appreciate his intentions, the fairy road is rugged, and only such people have the opportunity to set foot on this road.

As for the number of ghosts on the field, it doesn't really matter that much.

Cultivation is a very sincere thing, and only those who have cultivation in their hearts can really understand what cultivation is.

As long as there is one person in the Dao Palace who concentrates on cultivation, then all the efforts related to the transmission of the Dharma will not be in vain.