"What the hell are these?" Emperor Ziwei grabbed a piece of paper slapped on his face, and asked Xue Li as he looked at it.

After Xue Li hurriedly packed up the price list, he said to Emperor Ziwei: "I don't know that the Emperor is here, this is something that I have nothing to do in the past month, practicing pen and ink to pass the time, you are frightened!" ”

Emperor Ziwei looked at the contents of the paper without saying a word, so frightened that Xue Li broke out in a cold sweat, and after a quarter of an hour of hard work, Emperor Ziwei handed the paper back to Xue Li and said: "Your calligraphy level can only be said to be average, you still have to consult the city king more if you have time!" ”

When Xue Li heard this, a stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he said to Emperor Ziwei with a smile: "I am a martial artist, this ink kung fu is indeed not as good as fists and feet, what you instruct is that I will definitely ask the Yellow King for a few ink treasures when I have the opportunity." The Emperor himself is here today, I don't know what's going on?"

"Oh? Don't you know what I'm here for? It seems that this retreat day is quite comfortable, and the Wheel King is a little happy. Emperor Ziwei said.

Only then did Xue Li react, today was the thirtieth day of the retreat, and Emperor Ziwei had come here to visit the class.

Thinking of this, Xue Li hurriedly clenched his fists and said: "The emperor forgives my sins, I have forgotten the time of retreat for a while, such a trivial matter, the people in charge will deal with it, why not go on a trip yourself!" ”

Emperor Ziwei said: "It's been a month, and there are some things that need to be dealt with in the ten palaces, of course, I also have something to discuss with you, so I ask the king of the wheel to work hard, and please move to the palace of Qinguang, I have ordered General He Qian to prepare wine and food, and today I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha, which is considered to be to wash the dust for you." ”

But as soon as the words fell, a series of footsteps came from the stairs, and Jiang Xin, who was the leader, went down to the first floor, ran a few steps to the side of Emperor Ziwei, hugged his fists and bowed and said: "I wait for the ten halls of Yama to do things unfavorably, so that the ten halls are in trouble, fortunately, the prince of the palace and the emperor are magnanimous, only punish us for self-examination, today's retreat period is over, my ten halls of Yama gather, respectfully ask Emperor Ziwei to admonish!" ”

Looking at the other eight Yamas who followed Jiang Xin, Emperor Ziwei said: "The Netherworld is stable, it all depends on the efforts of all the monarchs, and there is no need to worry about occasional flaws, today is a good day, regardless of our position, we only talk about the feelings of our colleagues, King Jiang, what do you think?" ”

"Good, good, thanks to the Emperor's painstaking arrangement." Jiang Xin agreed, and then turned to the other Yamas and said, "In this case, I will follow the emperor to my mansion to talk about it!" ”

With that, the eleven disappeared together on the first floor of the Tower of Bliss.

In the palace of King Qin Guang, He Qian was shouting at his subordinates to set up the table without a word, in fact, he didn't have to do these trivial things, but after being bumped by Xu Yuan yesterday, he was eager to find a channel to vent his anger.

"Who's inside! Who's inside! You've laid out the cloths! …… I said he didn't say you were, did he? Can't you see the chairs twisted and crooked? ”

Hearing He Qian's groundless accusations, the bad guys who did things were not angry, and after symbolically fooling the work at hand, they found an excuse to stay away from He Qian and busy with other things.

His subordinates left one after another, leaving He Qian's stomach with nowhere to spread, seeing that the chair in the first place was still crooked there, He Qian had no choice but to straighten it by himself angrily.

Just as he moved the chair, the Emperor Ziwei and the Ten Hall Yamas suddenly appeared in front of their respective seats, the Emperor Ziwei only cared about greeting with all the Yamas, and the unresponsive He Qian did not put back the chair in time, the Emperor's center of gravity moved back, and after a few staggers, he sat directly on the ground.

"The Emperor! Great! You're all right! Seeing this scene, Jiang Xin hurriedly ran forward to help Emperor Ziwei up.

"No problem, no problem! General He under King Qin Guang is still scheming against the old man as always! Although Emperor Ziwei spoke harshly, he always had a kind smile on his face, so that everyone present clearly knew that he was joking.

"What are you doing? Don't put the chair away yet! After King Qin Guang picked up the emperor, he scolded He Qian, who was at a loss.

He Qian almost used the same method to bring down the Emperor Ziwei at the emergency meeting, and he was ridiculed by him at that time, and at this time, he really put down the Emperor, he was not half angry, this sudden change in attitude was the real reason why He Qian was at a loss.

After the Emperor sat down, He Qian stood aside respectfully and waited, not daring to make a sound for half a minute.

When Emperor Ziwei saw He Qian's appearance, he said to him with a smile: "General He doesn't have to be nervous, I am also an immortal who has achieved positive results, and a heel can't be broken, now I will bother the general to arrange wine and food, I want to get drunk with all the princes today!" ”

"Yes! Be! I'll arrange for it to be served right away! He Qian retreated.

After a while, he gathered more than a dozen people to put all kinds of delicacies and delicacies on the table, and then opened the century-old Du Kang Aging Liquor specially brought by Emperor Ziwei, and filled it up to all the adults present.

Emperor Ziwei took the lead in raising his glass, looked around and said with a smile: "Today's Yama is out of the customs, tomorrow is the festival, double happiness is coming, congratulations, come on, I will wait to drink this cup!" ”

When all the Yamas heard this, they all showed puzzled expressions, but it was still the straightforward servant Wang Lu Dai who opened his mouth to break the silence: "I don't know what festival the emperor is talking about?"

Emperor Ziwei couldn't stop laughing, he put down the wine glass and said, "I can't imagine that the monarchs will be so forgetful, the Ten Palaces Yama doesn't remember the time of the Zhongyuan Festival, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to say it?"

The Ten Palaces Yama suddenly realized, and sure enough, tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the annual Zhongyuan Festival.

The Midyear Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival, on this day, people in the yang world will worship relatives and friends in the lower world to express their sorrows, and the common customs are burning paper money, putting river lanterns and so on.

Because a large amount of paper money will be incinerated in the Nether Realm on this day, and the ghosts are very wealthy, so every Midyear Festival, the Ten Halls will open the ghost gate and open a ghost market outside Fengdu.

Of course, the security measures of the ghost market are very strict, and only the ghosts who have performed well in the past year can get out of the ghost gate under the supervision of the shadows, and in previous years, this matter was the responsibility of the seventy-two divisions, so the ten halls of Yama did not remember it for a while.

"The emperor has a heart, and he still remembers the days of the Midyear Festival, and I will thank you for being old for the ghosts of the nether realm." King Qin Guang said that, and drank the wine in the cup again.

Seeing this scene, the other Yamas also got up and toasted Emperor Ziwei one after another.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, eleven people checked each other, and gradually got slightly drunk.

"General He has worked hard these days, the old man respects you!" Emperor Ziwei suddenly raised his glass to He Qian.

"The Emperor is at the end of the battle!" He Qian was in a hurry by Emperor Ziwei's politeness, grabbed a glass of wine on the table and drank it all, King Qin Guang was speechless, so he had to order Yin Cha to take another wine glass.

He Qian, who was in his stomach with a glass of wine, suddenly felt that he was burning inside, he held his stomach, thinking that his cultivation was too shallow to control the wine of this immortal family, but after a while, he looked up, and the Ten Hall Yama was also very painful, and fell on the wine table one after another.

"Emperor, what kind of wine is this?" He Qian asked Ziwei, but then he realized that Emperor Ziwei was silently reciting a mantra in his mouth.

When he was young, Emperor Ziwei stopped, looked back at the Ten Palaces and sneered, and then shouted loudly outside the door of King Qinguang's mansion: "Someone!" Lock them all up for me! ”