"Judge?"

Wang Juan and the three glanced at each other, and they were no strangers to this word.

However, until they met Zhang Fan, the three of them didn't believe that there was a judge in this world.

After all, it only existed in ghost stories, and it was the first time in real life that I had heard someone say that they wanted to find a judge.

"Is there really a judge?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Zhang Fan nodded, his brows still tightly locked: "The level of the underworld is extremely strict, and under the ten heavens of the underworld, there are five judges.

Among them, Zhong Kui, the most famous ghost hunter from the folk, mostly wanders in the yang world to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

And I don't think I need to go into too much about his legend! Everybody knows that, doesn't it? ”

Speaking of Judge Zhong Kui, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a burst of respect in his heart, and then said: "In addition, the other four judges stay in the underworld all year round.

They are rewarding the good judges, punishing the evil judges, inspecting the judges, and urging the judges! These four judges are in charge of different positions.

The personalities are different, among which the urging judge is commonly known as Cui Fujun, who is responsible for adding or decreasing yang shou for mortals and is in charge of the book of life and death.

He's what we're looking for! It's just that I don't know if I can add Yang Shou, or if I can do things well, I don't know. ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Wang Juan and the three of them and sighed, and said, "Cui Fujun is also the head of the four major judges, and it is rumored that he is upright.

But I'm afraid it's not worthy of the name, if you add longevity to this girl, I'm afraid you have to take a great risk. ”

Zhang Fan was also bottomless in his heart at this time, he didn't know if the judge would give him this face, or if he would buy his account.

In the final analysis, he is just a human heavenly master, and if the judge does not give face, there is nothing he can do.

"What risk?"

After listening to Zhang Fan's story, Wang Juan hurriedly asked.

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, looked at the earnest eyes of the three people, and said, "You don't have any risks, the risks are all on my side." ”

He didn't say it explicitly, after all, some things were related to the secrets of Maoshan and some things in the underworld, and negotiating with Judge Cui was tantamount to seeking skin with the tiger.

One carelessness may anger his old man, and it is rumored that the judge is particularly iron-faced and selfless, and he has always had no mercy to talk about.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan secretly sighed and muttered in his heart: "Alas! I knew that I shouldn't have waded into this troubled water, but now that this thing has happened, it is true. ”

"Brother Xiaofan, isn't it particularly difficult to handle? Isn't it particularly difficult? I'm sorry, Brother Xiaofan has caused you trouble. ”

Wang Juan saw Zhang Fan standing there in a daze, as if he was thinking about something, so he stepped forward and asked with concern.

Although she is a daughter, she is very kind, and she has no stinky problems with those daughters.

Not only is he kind-hearted, but he is also very careful? Zhang Fan glanced at Wang Juan and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "No! Okay, the trouble is definitely some trouble. ”

"What then? Brother Xiaofan, it seems that no one can save Lan Lan's life now except you," After speaking, the little girl looked at the bed and lay there again.

Lan Lan was motionless, she was full of white hair and wrinkles, she looked like an old woman, who could believe that this was a girl who was only eighteen or nineteen years old?

For a while, Wang Juan only felt uncomfortable in her heart, "Tick! Tick tock" tears slipped down the corners of her eyes and fell to the ground.

"I'm just talking about trouble! Did you say no, well, why did you cry in a good manner? Don't cry, your face is crying, you know? ”

Wang Juan saw the smile on Zhang Fan's face! Suddenly, I only felt a little better in my heart.

Although Zhang Fan was not sure that he would be able to ask the judge to give that Lan Lan Yang Shou, he also knew in his heart that with his identity, Judge Cui would not dare to offend him at will.

After all, in the final analysis, the Taoist priest of Maoshan is also the undertaker of the underworld, and this bit of face still has to be given.

Once the Maoshan Taoist reached the Dao of the Earth Immortal or the Golden Body, Judge Cui would not be able to control their Yang Shou.

Even the king of Yama doesn't have the right to care about Zhang Fan's yang longevity, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's the same life as the sky, so.

Although Zhang Fan was a little apprehensive in his heart, he was not so flustered, it was a big deal to fight with Judge Cui, and if he lost, there would be nothing to do, at least there was a master?

Zhang Fan knows that although he is a genius he has not met in 200 years or the only heavenly master, he also clearly understands his master Li Daoran.

It must be deeper than his Taoism, and he had heard Li Daoran say that he had some friendship with the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo, which was the capital for him to dare to negotiate with Cui Fujun.

Who is Jizo King Bodhisattva? This is the most profound yin god in the underworld, and the ten heavenly sons of the underworld have to walk around.

This yin god once made a long-cherished wish that "hell will not be empty for a day, and he will not become a Buddha for a day", which can be imagined his fame.

"At twelve o'clock tonight, I will open the altar and invite Cui Fujun to come up, and then it will be up to this girl to see whether she succeeds or not!"

Zhang Fan looked solemn and walked out of the room with a heavy heart, and a few minutes later Wang Juan also walked out of the room, leaving only Yang Lanlan's parents, the middle-aged couple still in the room to accompany their daughter.

Zhang Fan sat on the sofa in the living room, his brows furrowed, thinking about something, because he really didn't know what the result would be when he invited the judge to come up this time.

He originally wanted to call Lao Wu to help, but Wang Chong also needed someone to take care of him, Zhang Fan thought about it and forgot it, and at this moment Wang Juan came over and said:

"Brother Xiaofan, what are you thinking?" Immediately, Wang Juan took two more bottles from the refrigerator, Wang Laoji handed one bottle to Zhang Fan, and she opened one bottle herself.

"I don't know what will happen tonight, I hope there won't be any accidents, alas!"

Zhang Fan took a sip of his drink and said absentmindedly.

Since they have promised them, people must be saved, but opening the altar to invite Cui Fujun is an extremely risky thing.

If it is his own master's approach, Cui Fujun may give some face, but it would be difficult to say if it was him.

After all, he is not familiar with Cui Fujun, as for whether he buys Zhang Fan's account or not, is it really a matter of two words? But now that it's already so, there's nothing to worry about.

It's useless to worry, what should I do, what should I do to pay it back, and then it will depend on the will of God, if it really doesn't work, it's a big deal to fight with others.

In other words, nine times out of ten, he will fight with Cui Fujun!

Although Zhang Fan is particularly confident in his Taoism, this time, he really can't guess it!

Everything had to wait until 12 o'clock at midnight.

Seeing that Zhang Fan has been silent, Wang Juan is not easy to disturb, when she is bored.

So it took out his newly bought Huawei latest mobile phone from his handbag and chatted on WeChat.

After chatting for a while, she got up and went out and said to Zhang Fan; "I've got something going on, I'll be back later."

Li Fei nodded 'um', didn't say anything, and looked at the big clock in the living room, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

There are still seven hours to prepare, and there is plenty of time, Zhang Fan called the middle-aged couple out of the room with a calm face:

"Uncle and aunt opened the altar at twelve o'clock, I still need some things, please help me prepare it."

"My surname is Yang, master, if you don't mind, just call me Uncle Yang This is Aunt Yang, so it doesn't seem to be angry.

Tell me, Master, if you need something, we will prepare it immediately. ”

After Zhang Fei killed the Qing Dynasty's champion ghost just now, the husband and wife had already been impressed by Zhang Fan's Taoist priest, knowing that what Li Fei said was true, and said with respect.

"Okay, then Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, you can find a way to help me get a big rooster with bright combs and loud crowing, and then make a statue of Guan Erye.

In addition, see if there is a store near the paper man, if there are paper figures with gods, you can buy as many as you can, remember, the god paper people, the more famous the gods, the better! ”

Zhang Fan said while thinking about it, and his mind was racing rapidly. "The big rooster is easy to do, but there is a paper man's shop near this is also easy to do.

But this statue of the second master is a little difficult to do, I don't know if you want it to be opened, or? ”

The middle-aged man asked with some difficulty.

Although he didn't know what Zhang Fan was used for, he still knew whether it was consecrated or not.

"Those who don't need to be consecrated only need to be beautifully made, and the second master of Guan is vivid, as for the consecration, I will do it myself."

Zhang Fan waved his hand and said.

"Good! That's easy to do, wife, the archmage looks hungry too, you stay at home and cook and I'll prepare these things. ”

"Uncle Yang, you don't have to call me a mage so politely! My name is Zhang Fan, just call me by my name. ”

"Okay, no problem, then Uncle will go buy what you want first."

The middle-aged man spoke, and he didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly went out.

"Zhang Fan, you sit down first, I'll make dinner, what do you like to eat, I'll make it for you."

"Don't be too polite, I'll just be a picky eater."

The middle-aged woman smiled reluctantly, afraid that the food she cooked was not up to Zhang Fan's appetite, and then she went into the kitchen and hurried to work.

Zhang Fan nodded, and sat on the sofa while thinking about every detail of the opening of the altar, while waiting for the middle-aged man to bring things back.

From time to time, he also recalled what his master had said about the taboos of opening the altar, and tried to be well prepared.

For Zhang Fan, this is the first time since his debut that he has opened the altar on his own, without the help of his brothers and masters, it is false to say that he is not apprehensive and nervous.

At about six o'clock, the middle-aged man returned with a huge woven bag.

"Xiaofan is lucky, everything you want is here!"

As soon as he entered the door, the middle-aged man opened the woven bag with an excited face, which contained a big rooster at least a dozen catties.

Pacing back and forth in the living room with his neck high, like a mighty general.

In addition, in addition to the incense wax and other items that Li Fei had explained in advance, there were also four or five paper people and a clay statue of Guan Erye, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand vividly.

Zhang Fan glanced at it, nodded to express his satisfaction, and looked at these paper people carefully, and was about to speak, but the middle-aged man said first:

"Xiaofan, these five paper people are the third prince of Nezha, Taishang Laojun, Erlang God, Bodhi Patriarch and 'Guanyin Bodhisattva', they are all very famous gods, what do you think?"