Men, women and children, emperors and generals, talented and beautiful women, beggars and red fans. Coming here, there is no difference, there is only one identity, the undead.

The passage where the undead walked was parallel to the corridor where Miao Junfeng and the others were standing. They could see every undead clearly, but the undead could not sense their presence in the slightest.

"A few distinguished guests, Lord Meng is invited." A maid respectfully walked up and saluted them.

"Okay, there's work." Miao Junfeng replied coldly.

Miao Junfeng may not have expected that he is full of lethality to girls now. The sense of the vicissitudes of time on his face and the cold voice made the beauty know that he was a man with a story when she saw and heard it.

Under the guidance of the maid, Miao Junfeng and the others were taken to a room covered with mirrors. Master Meng was sitting in front of a piece of copywriting at this time, questioning and recording the undead who entered the room.

The maid was about to speak, but was stopped by Miao Junfeng. The last thing people who concentrate on their work like is being disturbed right now.

The maid understood what Miao Junfeng meant, and after half-squatting and saluting them, she slowly withdrew from the room.

"Do you really think you're a good person and have no sin at all?" Master Meng stopped the record in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the undead who was standing there with an innocent face, telling him his life deeds.

"My lord, I'm really a good person, why don't you believe me? In Yangshi, the people in the town can also give me a plaque! The well-dressed gentleman complained to Lord Meng.

"I've seen a lot of people like you. But every time I see you, I can't help but say something about you. See for yourself! After reading it, everything you said before will be destroyed. ”

Master Meng raised his hand to the front.

The mirror that was hit by the point flashed brightly, and the next moment, a vivid scene appeared in the mirror. If you look closely, the people in this scene are the gentry standing here.

His past is presented one by one, some good and some bad. There is the true him, and there is the hypocritical him. He shouldn't have died, but it was precisely because he wanted to calculate a person that he mistook himself and let himself die of anger.

The gentry's face, which was already pale, was almost transparent when he saw the last scene.

"Your Excellency! I was wrong, please be merciful! I must change my ways and be a really good person! The gentleman knelt on the ground without restraint, and pleaded with Lord Meng who was sitting in the seat with a handful of snot and tears.

"Come, take him down! Next! Master Meng turned a blind eye to this, and ordered the ghost to send the person down.

After a while, a seductive woman walked into the room. As soon as she came in, she kept flattering at Master Meng, and her peach blossom eyes showed charm and temptation.

"Put away your charm! You're just the undead here, don't expect me to be lenient on you. Let's start by stating your life! Don't hide it, tell the truth, and get started! ”

"Humph! Incomprehensible! Do you know how many sons and daughters are my ministers in the Yang world. Just now, an adult wanted to invite me to his residence!

You are a little Jiupin recorder, why are you so arrogant! Could it be that in your eyes, that adult is worse than you? The woman was not afraid of Master Meng at all, and looked arrogant and domineering.

"Oh? I don't know who wants to invite you to him! If you can give his name, the official may be able to open up the net. Master Meng put down his pen and stared at her without a smile and said.

"If you don't take this girl seriously, now you know that you're afraid! Hum! How can the name of that lord be known to a lowly official like you? Hurry up and register me, and then send me out, I still have to go to the adults! ”

"Come on, take it away!" Master Meng ignored her and called for a pair of ghosts again.

"You dare! Don't you want the black gauze hat on your head? The woman stretched out her hand and pointed at Master Meng, and shouted like crazy.

"Smack! Syllable! The two slaps made the woman who "flew into the sky" fall into a state of blindfold in an instant.

"Bold, dare to be so rude to adults!" The onicha on the left yelled at the woman.

"Let's go!" The ghost on the right threw out a chain and tied it to her body, dragged her out.

"Next!" Master Meng picked up the pen again, ready to start recording.

This time it was an old man who came in, and his white hair was somewhat similar to Miao Junfeng, but the difference was that there were indeed ups and downs in his life.

The record went smoothly, and the old man calmly recounted his life, and at the end of the day, he let out a happy smile. He felt that he had lived his life to the fullest.

"Someone, send this old man out." Master Meng was still writing hard, but it could be heard from his voice that he respected the old man from the bottom of his heart.

One undead ghost after another walked into this room, each with their own story, each with their own telling.

There are real and fake ones. There are those who are glorious, and there are those who are ugly. There are noble and vulgar. There is also truth, goodness and beauty that are extremely rare in the world.

"There are all kinds of states in the world, and all living beings are pure. When I came here, I had only one identity, but my heart was still a worldly heart! Miao Junfeng couldn't help but sigh after the last undead walked out of the room.

"You're right, the Yellow Springs Realm has the rules of the Yellow Springs Realm, and the Yang World has the laws of the Yang World. The undead coming to the Yellow Springs does not mean that they can immediately adapt to the Yellow Springs Realm.

If you want to find liberation in the Yellow Springs realm, mental strength is very important. A person with a pure soul will not be far behind in his mental strength. People with impure souls are extremely fragile in their minds.

Huangquan Pavilion Lord, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am very happy to meet you here and hear your incisive remarks. ”

Master Meng got up from his chair at some point, and came to Miao Junfeng as he walked.

His first impression of Miao Junfeng was very good, polite, etiquette, and very wise.

"Master Meng has won the award, and I just feel it. If there is any disturbance to your place, please bear with me. Miao Junfeng bowed his hand and made a junior salute to Lord Meng.

"You're welcome, please get up. I can't stand your worship! I'm just a nine-grade clerk. Master Meng helped Miao Junfeng up and said with a smile.

"No one should be disguised, and respect for others is the minimum etiquette. Moreover, you are a virtuous wise man, and by this you will be worshipped. ”

"A good man is not a disappearance. I can feel that this is what you are talking about, not a lie, and not deliberately flattering me.

You can stand here and wait for me for so long, I should give you a chance. Come with me! ”

Master Meng nodded at Miao Junfeng, turned around and walked in the direction of the other door of the room.

Miao Junfeng did not hesitate, and followed with a step. Just as Master Meng can feel himself, he can also feel that Lord Meng has no malice towards him, but has a sense of closeness.

"Let's keep up!" Solomon said to the Kirin and the Legend of the King.