"Ancestor, I have lived for countless thousands of years, and I haven't heard that merit can be traded, so the underworld won't be fooling, right?"

"Hmph, what is merit, it is so mysterious, where can it be traded, the underworld is really ashamed."

On Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing and Yuqing frowned slightly, they all knew that Zhao Gongming had the best innate spirit treasure in his hand, and he could store and trade his merits.

But merit, how mysterious, even if they see it, they will be moved, and the underworld will take merit as a reward, which is too tyrannical.

But Luobao money, after all, is not their thing, and they can't control how others use it.

In the depths of the six realms of reincarnation, listening to countless doubts, the mosquito Dao people were a little panicked, "Master, they don't believe it, what should I do." ”

Zhao Gongming was still calm, "Tell them that the first ten who sign up can get a merit gift package, and those who sign up first will get it, and those who sign up later will not have it." ”

"Yes, master."

The mosquito Dao people suddenly came to the spirit, and with the help of the treasure of supreme suppression of luck, the book of life and death, and the judge's pen, they once again announced the famine.

This time, half of the flood is boiling, as long as you sign up, you will receive merit?

Tsk, even if it's not true, but it's not bad to see such a big buzz.

For a time, countless True Immortals, Xuan Immortals, Golden Immortals, and Taiyi Golden Immortal-level monks hurried to the Netherworld Sea.

There aren't many people who want to sign up, almost eighty percent, all of them want to come and see the excitement.

That's a golden merit, a necessary thing for monks to practice, if the underworld can't do it at that time, where will the saint's face go!

Putting aside the shaking of the flood for the time being, after the announcement of the mosquito Dao people, people, interpretation, and the disciples of the three Western religions also had huge waves in their hearts.

Those monks in the flood wilderness don't know if it's true or false at this time, but as saints, they naturally know that this matter is true, and the treasure money really has such a powerful function.

The Great Master of the Xuandu Sect of the Human Sect has the resources of the entire Human Sect, plus the innate Dao body, perhaps the need for merit is not very urgent.

However, the disciples of the Explanation Sect were very greedy, but they finally suppressed this idea in their hearts.

What kind of place is the underworld, the eerie and ghostly place, as saint disciples, they deign to be noble, and go to that kind of place to work.

If the old man knows about it, he will be furious, and I am afraid that he will expel them all.

As for the Western disciples, they were even more envious and wanted to cry.

What is the place in the West, the most barren place in the flood famine, not to mention merit, even resources, are very scarce.

To them, the merit is no less than that of the ancient poor peasant family, which suddenly had a big piece of gold.

As for the sectarian disciples, they didn't care at all.

Because the entire sect has already had the function of trading merits.

The disciples can choose to receive the human race, exchange merit, or after making some great merit, they will receive merit rewards, anyway, there are many ways to obtain merit.

Naturally, there is little interest in the wages of the prefecture.

Countless people rushed to the Netherworld Sea with the idea of gathering wool.

In just one month's effort, the entire Netherworld Sea was already overcrowded, crowded everywhere, and there was a boiling sound.

In the depths of the six realms of reincarnation, the mosquito Dao man looked at this scene and was very surprised, "Master, it's really useful, so many people have come." ”

"In front of the merits, the saints can't hold it, it's only been a month, and many monks who are far away from here haven't had time to come."

This time, the positions recruited by the prefecture are basically not looked down upon by Da Luo Jinxian.

Under Da Luo Jin Xian, it is a big problem to hurry, it is a monk in a remote place, I am afraid that he is still on the way to come.

"Master, when will we officially start signing up, do you want to get a few supports."

The mosquito man said tentatively, that is a fragrant merit, it is better to give it to others for nothing, it is better to give it to him and suck it himself.

Before the mosquito man's thoughts fell, he was slapped in the head.

"What are you thinking, follow the procedure honestly, if I want to find out what tricks you are playing, I will not be able to spare you."

Zhao Gongming was a little speechless, if he really did what the mosquito man said.

It's good that it's not exposed, but once it's exposed, the reputation of the underworld will really stink.

"Hehe, don't be angry, master, the little mosquito is just talking."

"Hmph, I saw the way you looked just now, but I didn't just talk about it."

"Master, when will we officially open the registration system?"

Zhao Gongming pondered for a while, "Wait for another half a month." ”

"Okay."

Time is like quicksand, rushing down from your fingertips.

On this day, in the eighteen-fold Netherworld Sea, the voice of the mosquito Dao man sounded again.

"The registration system has officially begun, all the monks who want to sign up will record their own followers, cultivation, and supernatural powers on the jade slip, come to the eighteen-fold Netherworld Sea, and find me to sign up in the Senluo Palace."

The voice of the mosquito path man had not yet fallen, and in the first Netherworld, countless monks took action non-stop.

In the end, the ten monks who practiced in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm took the lead in squeezing to the front and obtained the registration qualifications.

"Emperor, this is our information."

The ten people respectfully handed over a jade slip.

"Well, I'll see."

The mosquito Taoist took the jade slip lightly, swept it slightly, and the content was already clear to him.

He nodded slowly, "Okay, the first round of screening, you passed, go and wait." ”

The mosquito man pointed to the corner of the Senluo Temple, a wide square paved with black bricks.

The ten people glanced at each other and rubbed their hands embarrassedly, "Emperor, didn't you say that the top ten applicants will have a merit gift package to receive?" ”

The monks in line suddenly became excited, they had traveled so far just to see the next scene.

They want to see how much ability the underworld has to turn decay into magic and turn merit into something that can be traded.

"Oao, wait a minute!"

The mosquito man seemed to have just reacted, and hurriedly took out ten huge boxes from behind him.

Then he moved in front of ten people, "One of you takes one." ”

"This is the merit package?"

The ten of them stared at the unremarkable box, and doubts rose in their hearts.

"Open them up and let the big guy see it."

"That's it, it's called the merit gift package, and I don't know what it's in."

"That's it, open it up and show it to the big guys to see if there is any merit in it."

There was a lot of noise around them, and the ten people looked at each other, and together they lifted the lid of the box.

There was a crisp sound of gold coins colliding in the box.

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out to be one by one, golden coins, and a strong aura of merit and spiritual charm on it was very mysterious.

"You refine it, and the merit will naturally come to you."

The mosquito man explained.

Ten people were like hungry wolves encountering sheep, and they hurriedly used their great mana and began to refine them.

(End of chapter)