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Chapter 52: Killing Ghosts and Standing Up

"I want to die, I will help you!" Chang Jin snorted coldly, and two large fires suddenly appeared in the void, surrounding them.

Although this fire uses divine magic, it also contains the mighty aura in Chang Jin's body, which is the most violent.

The two ghost generals were burned by flames when they didn't check for a moment, and they felt the ghost's body squeaking and smoke, and the pain reached the internal organs.

In just a moment, they could not maintain their bodies and turned into black fog and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, the fire was not extinguished, but instead used the black fog as a carrier to attach to it and burn burning.

In a few blinks, their ghosts were burned to nothing.

After killing the two ghost generals, Chang Jin snorted coldly and looked at several ghost soldiers holding weapons not far away.

The famous ghost general had already rushed to a distance, but he was flexible and deliberately slowed down a few steps.

Seeing his accomplice disappear with his own eyes, the ghost general was extremely frightened. He knelt on the ground with a pounce: "Little Zhao Wu welcomes Master Land!"

The head hit the ground, making a thud, making a sound, making it look sincere.

"Welcome to the Land Lord" the remaining ghost soldiers reacted one after another, and a large area of ​​kneeling down on the ground.

At this point, Chang Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was the first to take up the priesthood and could be considered a lonely man. If these Yin soldiers did not recognize his land, Chang Jin could not kill them all. After all, there were many things to be busy with in the Yin Si... Zhao Wu was a smart ghost in front of him. Once he found something wrong, he would immediately change his mind. He was a genius and worthy of reuse!

Chang Jin does not need the other party to be loyal. Loyalty is often just relative. As long as his strength suppresses the other party 100%, he will not dare to make any trouble.

"Your name is Zhao Wu? The first one to recognize me as the main one will be rewarded in the future. For the time being, you will be in charge of the remaining Yin soldiers and ask them to find all the remaining Yin soldiers in the Yin Si. I will perform my duties."

"Yes, the king" Zhao Wu saluted and immediately led the ghost soldiers to retreat.

Zhao Wu is fine. In just one stick of incense, he summoned all the remaining ghost soldiers and stood outside the temple waiting.

Chang Jin nodded with satisfaction after seeing it, stepped onto the middle platform, and slowly sat on the throne.

After he sat down, Zhao Wu immediately led the remaining ghost soldiers to lean over and kneel down and bow: "Go to Master Tu!!"

The dozens of ghosts below each had a white red aura on their heads. Now when they were kneeling down and worshiping, the clouds almost merged into one piece and rushed towards Chang Jin in unison.

When he was talking, he felt a buzzing sound in his head, and then he had more incense. Looking down, it turned out that the luck of these Yin soldiers was already connected with him.

He immediately realized that this was the etiquette of the king and his subjects, the secular righteousness, and had been recognized by the gods. Since these people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, they recognized their status and needed to offer their own luck to the land. If they develop evil intentions again, they would be punished by the gods and would be counterattacked by the gods.

The etiquette of the king and the minister is not only the secular human nature, but also the divine nature.

If you had not been recognized by the Shinto, you might not have the luck of the following Yin soldiers. In this case, even if you temporarily occupy the priesthood of the land, you will not be able to sit firmly.

On the other hand, the Shinto is like this, and the humanity is the same. Just like the last emperor on earth, he was just a three-year-old child, and was pushed to the throne of the nineteenth century. What was the result? He was restless as soon as he went up, shouting, and making a good ceremonial ceremony of a new emperor into chaos... This is why he lacked his luck and did not receive humanity recognition.

There are many such examples on the earth. For example, some people may even feel a headache when they sit on the throne, and for example, someone who died after being the emperor for just 83 days...

Chang Jin himself has a deep luck, so he is naturally no problem with being a small underworld land, so his body is not abnormal. He has a lot of thoughts in his head, but he instantly reacts and shouts to the underworld soldiers below: "All up."

"Thank you, Master Tudi!" The thanks below were connected.

When his subordinates gradually became quiet, he cleared his throat and said, "To be honest, I didn't expect that I would get this imperial edict, nor did I know how long I could be in the land. However, as soon as I serve as an official, I have to benefit the people. As long as I am still in the land of Tongqu County, I will defend the stability of the Xiayinsi in one day. Zhao Wu!"

"Little one" heard the call, Zhao Wu hurriedly stepped forward.

"You are the first to bow and recognize the Lord, and you are truly loyal and commendable. I specially grant you the title of Chief Executive. When I am not here, you will have your temporary jurisdiction in all matters in the underworld."

"Little one's job" Zhao Wu bowed and thanked him again.

After the assignment was completed, Chang Jin asked the remaining Yin soldiers to disperse. As for Zhao Wu, he was recruited by him and asked him to introduce the affairs of the Yin Si in detail.

"Gradu, what my ex-Gradu did every day was to judge the ghosts in the underworld, either capture, release or penetrate into the eighteenth floor of hell. And also to send young people to patrol the district to see if there are any ghosts doing evil..."

"Oh" Listening to his story, Chang Jin kept nodding, which was considered to have a preliminary understanding of the underworld.

When I heard the sound of roosters crowing outside, I knew that the sky was about to brighten. Now I was just a ghost immortal. Although I was protected by the imperial edict, the Yin God should not be exposed to the sunlight for a long time. I must return to my body as soon as possible, otherwise I will be hurt.

He gave Zhao Wu a few words and left the underworld quickly.

When he returned to the house, the Yin Spirit returned to the orifice, Chang Jin Zhenyi walked out the door. During a fight last night, he not only did not feel sleepy, but instead became energetic and his luck in his body continued to surge.

He knew that this was the reason for the initial integration of the land imperial edict and the blessing of the divine way. As the imperial edict was further integrated, the luck would continue to grow. But it was not something he had learned from his hard practice. I am afraid that the luck of this blessing would disappear when the land priesthood was removed.

After practicing swords, Wang Qinian walked out of the room in a daze. Seeing Chang Jin, he immediately rushed forward and shouted, "Yunsheng, let's go and catch the prime minister quickly, don't let the thief escape."

"Brother Qingyuan, you have to wait until breakfast before going. As long as you know where this person lives, it doesn't matter even if you run away." Chang Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead and put his sword into the sheath.

"That's right, when I called Xiaosong, he had drunk a few glasses of wine yesterday and had not woken up yet."

Knowing that Chang Jin didn't want people to know that he had a strange skill, Wang Qinian did not tell Shutong what happened last night.

After finishing the washing, the three of them sat down in a pergola at the intersection of the street. Each of them ordered a bowl of tofu brain to bring a few buns.

While eating, the wife of the store came over enthusiastically and asked: "Two young men, you have to order something else. We have a roasted river god melon from Qingshan Town specialty. It is two cents a day, which is fragrant and sweet. I guarantee that the two young men still want to eat it."

"Oh, River God Melon?" Chang Jin was slightly stunned, never expecting that it would be transmitted to the county town so soon.

Seeing that he showed a strange look, the woman only thought Chang Jin didn't know it, and said in some show-off: "The two young men don't know about the relationship. The river god was originally the river god in Qingshan Town, and when no one believed it, no one believed it. Later, a scholar boldly tasted it, and then everyone planted it..."

The people's hearts are of great use! When the woman opposite said to the River God, Chang Jin's face was full of piety. Before throwing out the sweet potato, he did not expect that a simple food would have such a great impact on his personal luck and incense. Xiaoqian even received humane protection.

He was a little puzzled at first, but now he finally understood. Humanity is the heart of the people after all. There was a lyric in his previous life that said "The world of those who win the hearts of the people"

Food is the most important thing for the people, and secular people pay attention to real things. The benefits of the river god melon can be seen and tangled, and will naturally be recognized by the people.

For a time, Chang Jin's understanding of humanity improved a little. He occupied the priesthood of land himself, so he could just use this as the main point.

Some time ago, the river god melon had a great influence in Tongqu County. Even many scholars who turned a blind eye to the outside world talked about it, so Wang Qinian naturally knew it. Even Wang's father sent his servants to Qingshan Town to buy some, and he would leave it to make seeds next year.

Listening to the endless talk of the shopkeeper's wife, he shook the folding fan and asked, "Do you know who the scholar is?"

"I don't know about this, but I heard that the young master is Wenquxing who came down to earth."

"Wenquxing?" Wang Qinian was about to point out that the scholar was sitting here, but was stopped by Chang Jin.

"Shop, give us three roasted river melons and try what delicious it is."

"Yunsheng, you're a little too stupid. Can't you say such a thing?" Wang Qinian asked in confusion when the woman left.

"Brother Qingyuan, I don't want to be watched everywhere, like playing with a monkey." Chang Jin took a sip of tofu brain and said. Some false reputation was useless to the Dao, and he didn't care about it at all.

"I don't understand what you are thinking." Wang Qinian shook his head helplessly. If this kind of famous thing happened to him, he would have known it all over the streets.

In a short while, the store brought three hot roasted river god melons.

Chang Jin ate a lot of this thing a few days ago, so he didn't think it was anything. However, Wang Qinian and Shutong held the river god melon in their hands. Although it was so hot that they smacked their lips, they kept praising it for their deliciousness.

Komatsu finished eating the river god melon in his hand, and said with unsatisfactory words: "When I save enough money in the future, I will eat a river god melon every meal."

Chang Jin laughed when he heard this, remembering a Nobel Prize winner in the Literature on Earth in his previous life. The motivation that prompted him to embark on the road of literature was to be a literati who could eat dumplings every meal.

After breakfast, Wang Qinian found someone and asked about the residence of Nanshan Weng, and immediately took Chang Jin to the door.

As a result, he naturally returned without success. Although Wang Qinian was unwilling to accept it, he was helpless. He said he wanted to find someone to stare at this place. Once the Nanshan Weng returned, he would immediately report to the official.

In the morning, Chang Jin heard a Master talk about a few articles in the college. In his spare time, he heard a few classmates talking about strange things happening in the city. Last night, the land temple was penetrated.

In their words, the landlord did not cultivate virtue and politics, so there was such a disaster.
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