Since Feng Qingyan appointed several city gods, more than half a year has passed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingshan, Yinshan and other four city gods, under the management of Tu Zhongshan, Hua Zhengsheng and other city gods, on behalf of heaven and things, cut off evil and eliminate evil, protect the country and protect the state, merit the community, Pu to Ganze, and save the people......

To put it simply, it is to punish the evil and promote the good, and to get rid of calamities.

They have already exerted a lot of the power of the City God's Mansion, and everything is already on the right track.

And in the past half a year, the four city gods have been conscientious and dedicated, and Feng Qingyan has always seen it. Therefore, more than a month ago, he had officially delegated power and no longer interfered in the affairs of the City God's Mansion.

At most, when they have time, they can go to the City God's Mansion and help solve the problems they encounter.

After all, they are also crossing the river by touching the stones, and they are somewhat inexperienced.

Although there is his incarnation, Yama, who sits in the Yama Hall of the underworld, Yama also has his own things to do. Moreover, for Yama, the affairs of the City God's Mansion are local affairs, and it is inconvenient to interfere more.

However, in the past six months, there is still one thing that has not been resolved.

And he wanted to help solve it, but he couldn't help, so he could only continue to wait, and this was more than half a year.

At this time, he stepped out, and his figure had already pierced through the underworld and landed in the world.

Room.

It's the sunset.

On the street of a small town, an ugly-looking old woman, walking tremblingly with a cane, seemed to be about to fall at any moment. Her eyes were cloudy, and the whites of her eyes were a little scary......

"Tears, tears, where are you? ”

The old woman was muttering as she walked, and her appearance frightened many children, and even some women were afraid, so they ran away with the children in their arms.

"Woo-"

On the side of the street, a three- or four-year-old child was crying, and two lines of tears kept falling.

When the old woman saw this, she walked over with a cane and asked, "Tears, is it you?" But the tears did not respond, and fell to the ground one by one, and the little crying child was frightened by the old woman, and cried even harder.

"Hehe, little friend, can you tell the old woman where the tears are?"

The old woman grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and her ugly countenance, like the vicious witch in the fairy tale.

"Ahh

The child screamed, frightened even more.

"What are you going to do?"

At this time, a young woman hurriedly ran up and hugged the child, looked at the old woman vigilantly, and at the same time was startled by the old woman's ugly face.

"Hey, hey. ”

The old woman grinned again.

"You, you go, go away. The young woman said with some fear.

"The old body goes, the old body goes. The old woman shook her head, trembled with her cane, and left the town disappointed.

As she walked out of town, it was getting dark.

"Meng Po. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded from heaven and earth.

"The old body is here. The old woman said respectfully, knowing who this voice was.

"What have you done in the past half a year?" Feng Qingyan's figure slowly emerged, turning from virtual to real in front of the old woman.

The old woman saluted respectfully and said, "The old man is looking for an iron pot." ”

"Really?" Feng Qingyan frowned, in the past half a year, he had paid attention to Meng Po from time to time, but every time he saw her scary.

The way she looks, walking out of the street is scary.

"However, I heard a rumor in the world that there was an old woman surnamed Meng who went to scare children, and they could stop children from crying at night. ”

Feng Qingyan looked at Meng Po, there were several shoe prints on her body, and said, "Have you been beaten a lot?"

"Hey, hey. ”

Meng Po's sharp laughter was very harsh, and she said, "It's just a rumor, the Son of Heaven doesn't have to worry." ”

Of course, she understood that Feng Qingyan said this to express his dissatisfaction with her, after all, more than half a year had passed, and she had never found the iron pot.

Now in the underworld, she will send her Meng Po soup.

Without Meng Po Tang, those ghosts who enter the underworld cannot be reincarnated.

Meng Po was silent for a while, and then said: "Back to the Son of Heaven, the old body feels that the old body is about to find the iron pot. ”

"How long will that take?"

Feng Qingyan asked, there are a lot of ghosts in the underworld now.

The four prefectures of Qingshan and Lingshan combined, there are nearly 30 million people, and hundreds of people die every day. If you count 500 ghosts a day, then half a year is about 100,000, and this is only a ghost generated by people.

In the past six months, there have been many intelligent beings who can produce ghosts.

Therefore, in the past three or four years, the ghosts accumulated by the four prefectures and the underworld have reached hundreds of thousands. Moreover, this is not counting the ghosts outside the four mansions, after the rules of heaven and earth are gradually restored, ghosts can be survived in many places outside the four mansions.

That's a terrifying number, more than the land of the Four Mansions.

"The old body can't give specific time. ”

Meng Po shook her head and said, and then hurriedly added, "Now the old body is only the last tear, and you can trace the trace of the iron pot." ”

"The last tear?"

Feng Qingyan was a little puzzled and asked, "What last tear?"

At this time, Meng Po stretched out her old hand that was as dry as the bark of a tree, and a crystal clear teardrop was suspended in the palm of her hand.

When Feng Qingyan saw it, he was a little surprised, he found that there were countless tears in this teardrop. And in these countless tears, there are countless tears, there are tears of love, tears of hate, tears of bitterness, and tears of regret......

"Can it help you find the iron pot?" Feng Qingyan said with some surprise.

Meng Po nodded, staring at the teardrop.

"What's that tear?"

Feng Qingyan asked with some curiosity, he couldn't imagine that it was so troublesome to find an iron pot, or to boil a pot of Meng Po soup.

No wonder, only Meng Po can boil it out.

At this time, Meng Bo actually shook his head, which made Feng Qingyan frown, and said, "You don't know either, then how did you collect it?"

Therefore, the old body has almost traveled all over the world, and he can't collect this last tear. Meng Po said.

For most of the year, she collected countless tears, but most of them were repetitive, especially when she was short of the last tear.

"So, you can't collect the last tears?"

Feng Qingyan said with a frown, and suddenly felt a little tricky. If the underworld is unable to reincarnate the ghost because of a bowl of Meng Po soup, this will probably become a big joke.

And he, a cloudy man, will also become a laughing stock.

"It's not. ”

Meng Po shook her head and said, "Just now, the old body felt that he was about to collect the last tears. As long as the old body collects this tear, then the iron pot will soon find ......"

"In that case, hurry up. ”

Feng Qingyan could only say this, he couldn't help at all, and then his figure disappeared.

"Congratulations to the Son of Heaven. Meng Po saluted.

When Feng Qingyan's figure disappeared completely, her figure also disappeared into the night, looking for the person who shed the last tears.

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