I don't know how to worry every year, and the moon turns white.

Laughing and laughing dragons and phoenixes, sighing and sighing.

The immature children's voice sounded, as if reflecting the end of the Great Front Dynasty.

"What nonsense, come in." A woman came out of the door, hurriedly hugged the child, looked around vigilantly, and then closed the door with a "bang".

"Childe, is this the capital of the Daizen Dynasty?" Xiao Qian held a black paper umbrella in her hand, looked at the wide but extremely dilapidated street, and the numb pedestrians on the interface, and asked in disbelief.

Fang Jin looked around and didn't speak, this is indeed the capital of the Great Front Dynasty, but it is not as good as those remote counties, not that it is not prosperous enough, but the people's hearts are not ancient.

Although those remote counties are poor and bandits often gather, the people who live there are at least some popularity, but in this national capital, even those people are not popular.

Fang Jin raised his head, only to see a large area of black and red qi shrouded above the national capital, only in a few corners could you see some golden threads constantly fighting, but they were also defeated and retreated, I am afraid that it will not be long before they will be completely defeated.

Once the golden thread representing the formation disappears, it is foreseeable that all the people and animals in the entire capital will be infected by evil anger and resentment and turn into demons in the world.

Fang Jin looked into the distance, only in the center of the national capital, on the palace of the Daqian Dynasty, you can still see a purple-gold cloud that is constantly changing shapes resisting the invasion of the black and red qi around it, but below the purple-gold cloud, there is a poisonous dragon phantom that looks like a dragon and an insect lying on it and gulping it, I'm afraid it won't be long before this cloud can't hold on.

"Let's go." These things have nothing to do with Fang Jin, he won't care about it, although the situation in the national capital is not as good as the underworld, but Fang Jin also feels like a fish in water here, and the corpse qi on his body is also extremely active.

"Where are we going?" Nie Xiaoqian stepped forward and asked while looking around.

"Go to the National Teacher's Mansion." Fang Jin said.

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The national capital is very large, compared to the city of Chang'an in ancient times, the total area is almost 85 square kilometers, about 9,800 meters long from east to west, about 8,900 meters long from north to south, 37 kilometers in circumference, the city wall is 12 meters wide and seven meters high. The whole city is divided into the outer city, the inner city, and the central city, one ring after another, and the innermost part of the central city is the symbol of the national capital, Longming Palace, that is, the imperial palace of the Great Front Dynasty.

The National Teacher's Mansion is located in the central city next to Longming Palace, covering a large area, and the location is also very conspicuous, if Fang Jin wants to find it, it is not troublesome, and the most important thing is that there are not only people in the entire national capital, but also monsters live, small demons generally live in the outer city, big demons live in the inner city, and demon kings and the like live in the central city.

In the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, the little demon is the enlightenment period, the big demon is the foundation building period, and the demon king is the Jindan period.

Fang Jin walked all the way forward, and a distance of several hundred meters was a few hundred meters in one step, and in less than a while, he had already arrived in front of the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion.

In front of the door, there were already a large number of transformed demons waiting here, the door of the National Teacher's Mansion was opened, at least hundreds of big demons were dressed gorgeously, and after seeing Fang Jin, they knelt down on one knee and called the "god of the underworld" The scene was like welcoming the emperor, but even the emperor couldn't make hundreds of big demons kneel down to greet him.

"Welcome to the arrival of the god of the underworld, and wish the god of the underworld a long life and enjoy the avenue." An old slave at the front took a few steps forward and came to Fang Jin's feet and said loudly.

"Get up." Fang Jin waved his hand, "It seems that your ancestor already knows that I am here." ”

"Yes, Lord Hades." The old slave stood up cautiously, but the big demons behind him still knelt.

"Lord Hades is like a god, my ancestor does already know about the arrival of Lord Hades, and we are waiting here." The old slave said respectfully.

"Alright, let's lead the way." Fang Jin nodded, the entire country could be said to be the dojo of that poisonous dragon Pudu Cihang, it was not strange to know that he came, Fang Jin was not surprised.

"Yes, please come into the house." The old slave bowed, and then led the way.

Walking and stopping, I don't know how many turns I turned, finally the old slave took Fang Jin to the inner courtyard of the National Teacher's Mansion and stopped in front of a hall.

"Lord Hades, the ancestor is waiting inside, and the little demon can only be sent here." The old slave said to Fang Jin.

"Very well, there you go." Fang Jin waved his hand and a drop of blood essence fell into the old slave's hand, which was as a reward for leading the way.

"Thank you, Lord Immortal." The old slave saluted respectfully, and then stepped back step by step.

Fang Jin waved his sleeves, stepped forward and pushed the door of the hall open, only to see bursts of Buddha sounds coming out with the opening of the door, after the door was completely pushed open, a piece of gold appeared first, Fang Jin frowned, only to see hundreds of clay statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva standing in the hall, in addition to the arhats holding various weapons on both sides, their eyes were wide open, and they gave people a heavy pressure before they entered.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the national teacher to be really good at cultivating." Fang Jinhun didn't care about the Buddha sound and Buddha light in the hall, and stepped forward.

It can be said that this kind of atmosphere is impossible to use as a hall to receive the head of the big demon, but Pudu Cihang just chose it, and Fang Jin already knew this intention after a little thought.

First, this can show Pudu Cihang's high cultivation, and he can transform the Buddha's power with his own demonic energy, and second, the role of the hall is to receive guests, and those who can be received by Pudu Cihang must be the realm of the demon king, and the nature of being able to reach the realm of the demon king will not care about this little Buddha sound and Buddha light, but under this or the strength is not enough, it will not work, even if it is not hurt, it must be restless, this way is also to screen some poor strength, or the realm is forcibly raised to fill the number of monsters.

"Amitabha, these poor monks' cultivation is nothing, and the god of the underworld has come to my place of pure cultivation, which is really full of brilliance." In the middle of the hall, a kind-looking old monk stood there and looked at Fang Jin with a smile and said.

"Go down there and meet the national teacher." Fang Jin stepped forward and arched his hand.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the poor monk's legal name is Pudu Cihang, please sit down." Pudu Cihang stretched out his hand and made a Buddha salute, beckoned the mortals who were waiting for him to serve tea, and then invited Fang Jin to sit down.

After the two sides were done, Pudu Cihang asked, "I don't know what happened to Master Fang coming to visit the poor monk this time?" ”

Fang Jin took a sip of the blood tea brought by the mortals, tasted it and said: "It's nothing, it's just four trips, this time I came to the national capital, I heard of the prestige of the national teacher, so I naturally came to pay a visit." ”