They were all Taiyi Golden Immortal-level cultivators, and their refining speed was very fast.

After about a few breaths, I saw that one golden coin after another was refined.

An incomparably pure golden merit was integrated into the two of them.

The eyes of the two lit up, and they only felt refreshed and their eyes sparkled.

The man suddenly became energetic and exclaimed, "Merit, it is really merit, and it can be traded." ”

The ten people looked at each other a few times, their faces full of surprise.

The merits that can be manifested are simply too mysterious.

If the prefecture has this ability, then they are willing to go into the office and serve, as long as the merit is in place, it will not be a problem to work until death.

The words of ten people immediately caused an uproar in the entire Senluo Palace.

Countless monks were boiling, and they really saw that it was indeed merit.

"I want to sign up!"

"Dare to cut in line! Go to the back and line up, I'll come first. ”

"Cut in line again, Lao Tzu will beat you and destroy your body."

In the entire Senluo Palace, there was a sudden rush of registration.

Countless monks scrambled to be the first, so that the mosquito people were almost too busy, and the five people hurriedly went up to help, which temporarily stabilized the situation.

In the depths of the six reincarnations, Zhao Gongming said with a smile.

"The effect is not bad, in time, the eighteen-fold Netherworld Sea may not be as prosperous as Buzhou Mountain, and when the time comes, Uncle Houtu will make great contributions."

Houtu nodded slightly, but soon there was a touch of sadness on his face.

He set up an underworld and cut off relations with the Wu clan, although he planned a glimmer of life for the Wu clan.

But it really hurt the hearts of several of his brothers, and Houtu was very self-blaming.

As if seeing the sorrow of Houtu, Zhao Gongming comforted softly.

"Uncle Houtu, one day, they will understand your hard work."

This wave of Houtu is indeed too sacrificed, although he became a saint, he was imprisoned in the Netherworld.

The Wu clan also did not understand Houtu's behavior at all, thinking that Houtu had betrayed the Wu clan.

If you change someone, I'm afraid that the Dao heart will collapse, I'm afraid that only when the Wu Clan is really in danger, will they know how big the sacrifice of Houtu is!

Houtu restrained his mood and looked relaxed, "Take merit as bait and see how far the underworld can go!" ”

The recruitment conference is in full swing.

In the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, with the efforts of the mosquito Dao people and the ghost emperor of the five directions day and night.

In the Senluo Palace, there are already mountains of resumes, hundreds of thousands.

Seeing that the movement of the underworld was getting bigger and bigger, next to the Netherworld, the Styx Ancestor also began to blush.

The subtlety of merit could not be clearer as a living being since the beginning of the world.

He, the Asura clan, also has to earn a meritorious service.

As soon as the thought moved, the River Styx tore through the space and went straight to the depths of the six realms of reincarnation.

"Uncle Styx, why are you here again?"

Zhao Gongming hurriedly went up, arched his hand, and made a cup of enlightenment tea for the River Styx by the way.

At present, the six realms of reincarnation are beginning to be established, and the Styx has to be foiled, and it is always right to have a good relationship with the Styx.

Styx glanced at the enlightenment tea in front of him lightly, and was not moved, but went straight to the point.

"I want some of my Asura people to enter the underworld and serve as ghosts."

Some of the Asura clan entered the Asura Path, but the rest of the clan is still an astronomical number.

Zhao Gongming's face showed embarrassment, "There are too many people who have signed up, and there are really no vacancies." ”

Styx's expression changed slightly, "It's just tens of thousands of places, and you can't squeeze them out?" ”

Zhao Gongming's face was speechless, "Uncle Styx, this recruitment conference has only recruited 100,000 ghosts, and you want tens of thousands in one go, you really can't squeeze it out." ”

Styx smiled, "Tens of thousands, those thousands are good." ”

"There are only five hundred places at most."

"How about two thousand?"

"I can only squeeze out five hundred places."

After a battle, the two finally took a step back and agreed to give Styx a thousand places.

Half a month later, the mosquito people announced that the registration system was closed and no longer registered.

At the same time, it was announced again that the list would be released after one year, and those who were on the list could come to the prefecture to serve, and those who were not on the list would be named Sun Shan.

In fact, before, Zhao Gongming and Houtu still had the idea of mosquito people that as long as they signed up, they would be admitted.

But helplessly, under the temptation of merit, there are too many people who come, and there is no choice but to admit the best.

A year, a snap of a finger passed, on this day, the mosquito Taoist people wore the majestic and unpredictable Emperor Xudu costumes, with the book of life and death, the judge's pen announced the flood famine, and the underworld released the list.

Soon, in front of the first Netherworld, there were ten more huge black stone tablets, which were covered with patterns, and countless golden names swam around on it like small tadpoles, emitting amazing spirituality.

The entire desolation suddenly boiled for the second time, and countless monks rushed to the Netherworld Sea again to see if they were the ones on the list.

In front of the black stele, there are countless figures, densely packed, some people are happy and some are sad.

The good thing is that after entering the prefecture, you can earn merit and have a promising future.

Sadly, there is no hope of entering the underworld, and seeing the golden merits pass away from the eyes and I can only do nothing.

Soon, on the square in front of the Senluo Palace, more than 100,000 people were densely packed.

These are the first batch of employees of the prefecture after being audited by mosquito people.

After the mosquito Daoist spoke in front of the Senluo Palace, he waved his sleeves and distributed them standard robes to dress uniformly, and then under the order of the mosquito Daoist, everyone began to act non-stop.

The first thing they had to do was to drag all the floating remnant souls in the entire sea of blood into the Netherworld Sea for reincarnation.

That's right, except for the countless remnants of the eighteen Netherworld Seas.

In the sea of blood, the place where the desolation is yin and evil, there are also a large number of remnant souls, the number is terrifying, and it is very vicious, and they also have the qualifications to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

Time flies, and a hundred years pass in a hurry.

The remnants of the eighteen Netherworld Seas have been gathered to an extremely terrifying point.

In the depths of the six realms of reincarnation, the mosquito path people had joy on their faces.

In the past, although he was at ease, it was still too far behind compared to this feeling of being in power and making a statement.

The mosquito people are accustomed to this kind of painful and happy days.

The mosquito Dao man smiled, "Master, Niangniang, there are too many remnant souls in the entire Netherworld Sea to fit it, it's time to start the six reincarnations." ”

Houtu bowed slightly, "You're right, the six realms of reincarnation are also time to open, those ghosts, soul detention envoys, I'm afraid they can't wait." ”

The wages of the prefecture have been paid for a hundred years, and they have been working for a hundred years, and they must be looking forward to the day when the wages will be paid.

Time flickered, and a few days passed.

(End of chapter)