Chapter 223 Queueing up to drink soup, it may be a beautiful thing (ask for a monthly ticket!)
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Shuang Tian Sha Mo
Chapter 223 Queueing up for Soup
Breathing the air of the underworld, the God of Evil felt that the air here was even more fragrant than that of the God Realm.
That is, the whole world is gray and dark, as if there is no sun.
But he is the god of evil himself, and it seems quite appropriate to match it with such a tone.
The evil god thought so.
In short, as a newcomer, he feels that everything here is good.
It even gave him the illusion that if he breathed more, he would become stronger.
"My lord, what is the name of the energy in this world?"
The ghost messenger walked ahead without looking back, but gave an answer.
"It's simple, Mana."
"Mana!"
The evil god's eyes lit up, what a tall name!
"I don't know if I can switch to the mana of your world?"
Hearing this, the ghost messenger gave him a strange look, the expression in his eyes was completely incomprehensible to the God of Evil.
Then only the ghost said:
"OK."
The God of Evil was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked:
"Then how should I switch to cultivation?"
"Go through the process."
The ghost messenger said this sentence again, which made the evil god a little curious.
"My lord, you have said many times that you want to go through the process, how should you go through the process?"
The ghost messenger continued to walk in front, and said in a flat voice:
"It's hard to explain the details, just follow me. Don't worry, we will go to register soon."
"okay."
The two walked to the Hall of Yama, and the eerie Hall of Yama did not make the evil god feel abnormal. Maybe the architectural style of this world is like this?
Entering the Hall of Yama, the God of Evil immediately saw King Yama sitting on the high seat. Although his image was still somewhat weird, at least he was in human form, at least more like a human being than the two gatekeepers.
After the ghost messenger came in, he prostrated himself on the ground.
Seeing this, the God of Evil hurriedly climbed down, imitating ghosts and bowing down.
What do you think is his arrogance as a god king?
The evil god said, pride?What arrogance?
A strong man who can easily crush himself kneels, why doesn't he kneel?
This is respect for the strong.
"Who is coming?"
"Report to Lord Yan Luo, the person who came is from the world at the end of the world, holding the breath of the underworld."
King Yan Luo looked up, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.
"Judge, what do you say?"
The judge smiled.
"This person's heart of seeking the way is very sincere, even throwing everything away to find the gate of my underworld. Although there are many crimes on his body, but for the sake of his sincere heart of seeking the way, it can't be ignored."
The expression of the God of Evil changed after hearing this, and at the end, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
Look, his sincere heart has even moved such a strong man, which shows how sincere his heart is.
King Yama nodded slightly, expressing his understanding. The judge's words need to be listened to carefully. To put it simply, all good words are ignored, because they are all embellishments.
If you really want to say good things, the judge will directly say how much good deeds you have done, and will not talk about what kind of good deeds you have done.
Only those whose good deeds outweigh their sins will receive such treatment.
"continue."
The judge picked up the pen and scribbled on the book of life and death, and finally hooked the tip of the pen before continuing to speak.
"Wang Dachun, who died at the age of 310, was charged with [-] crimes, and was assigned three levels of treatment."
King Yama heard this and nodded his approval.
The third-level treatment, this is what King Yama said to keep pace with the times. In fact, the so-called third-level treatment is to let this guy switch to the animal way, and use many lifetimes to pay for his sins.
In fact, normally speaking, the God of Evil would have to go to the eighteenth floor, but for some unspeakable reasons, King Yama chose a softer way.
Because it is better to operate in the dark.
"next."
Afterwards, the ghost messenger led the evil god and left the Hall of Yama.
On the way, the God of Evil couldn't help but ask Heze what happened to the so-called third-level treatment.
"The third-level treatment is naturally the top three treatment in the underworld, just follow me."
"Top three? Do I really deserve it?"
The evil god secretly rejoiced in his heart, but on the surface he was extremely humble.
"San Qian San can't afford it, but who told Lord Yama to give you preferential treatment, just follow me, don't talk too much about the road ahead."
"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Yama for your preference."
The evil god nodded again and again.
In the Hall of Yama, King Yama did not let the next ghost come in for trial. The reason is actually very simple. There are so many worlds and so many ghosts die every day. King Yama can’t handle it even if he works overtime 24 hours a day, so ordinary ghosts go to help themselves. In the courtroom, go in and scan, and directly package and distribute.
Looking at the direction in which the God of Evil left, King Yan Luo looked inexplicably relaxed.
"It's finally here. I've been waiting in fear for so long, and I'm finally free."
The judge was a little worried.
"My lord, is it really good to do this? If it is discovered, wouldn't it be..."
King Yama glared at him.
"Don't talk nonsense! Whose fault do you think this is? A bowl of soup for a ghost, Mengpo soup is not only for washing away the ghost's memory, but also a whip for us!"
"Although there is only one bowl missing, the Mengpo soup is equal to the number of ghosts. But if a bowl is lost, the soup in the pot will be more likely to overflow. Once the Mengpo soup overflows, we You have to become idiots!"
"But this guy is holding the mark on the body of the missing soul, so he is that guy. He passed the Naihe Bridge with his body, and he won't add a piece of Meng Po Tang. Not only is it compliant, but also reasonable!"
The judge said he was persuaded.
This is what the whole underworld would like to see. Even Ksitigarbha, who has made great wishes, that the underworld is not empty, and vowed not to become a Buddha, does not want to be baptized by that Mengpo soup.
Even though he is very strong, in the underworld, that person can be said to be comparable to the Taoist ancestor!
No one can resist this Mengpo soup!
With the encouragement of this great god, every employee in the underworld is a labor pioneer.
On the other side, ghost messengers have already lined up with the God of Evil.
Although the God of Evil had some doubts in his heart, he didn't ask in the end because of the ghost messenger's instructions.
The ghosts moved forward one by one, and soon it was his turn.
The God of Evil took a look at Po Meng, who looked like a cooking woman, and found that he couldn't see what Po Meng looked like no matter what, he was horrified and quickly lowered his head.
Po Meng was stirring the soup in the pot. With her movements, the soup in the pot was undulating, and the highest point was already level with the country's edge!
The ghost who watched this scene was frightened, for fear that Po Meng and her old man would use too much force, and Po Meng's soup would overflow directly.
Don't look at this small pot of soup, but it contains countless rules.
There are strong people who can cover the ocean with a drop of water, but here a drop can drown a small world.
Only the soul can bear its weight, that's the rule.
Empress rules.
Thank you for your monthly pass!
Crab support!
(End of this chapter)
Breathing the air of the underworld, the God of Evil felt that the air here was even more fragrant than that of the God Realm.
That is, the whole world is gray and dark, as if there is no sun.
But he is the god of evil himself, and it seems quite appropriate to match it with such a tone.
The evil god thought so.
In short, as a newcomer, he feels that everything here is good.
It even gave him the illusion that if he breathed more, he would become stronger.
"My lord, what is the name of the energy in this world?"
The ghost messenger walked ahead without looking back, but gave an answer.
"It's simple, Mana."
"Mana!"
The evil god's eyes lit up, what a tall name!
"I don't know if I can switch to the mana of your world?"
Hearing this, the ghost messenger gave him a strange look, the expression in his eyes was completely incomprehensible to the God of Evil.
Then only the ghost said:
"OK."
The God of Evil was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked:
"Then how should I switch to cultivation?"
"Go through the process."
The ghost messenger said this sentence again, which made the evil god a little curious.
"My lord, you have said many times that you want to go through the process, how should you go through the process?"
The ghost messenger continued to walk in front, and said in a flat voice:
"It's hard to explain the details, just follow me. Don't worry, we will go to register soon."
"okay."
The two walked to the Hall of Yama, and the eerie Hall of Yama did not make the evil god feel abnormal. Maybe the architectural style of this world is like this?
Entering the Hall of Yama, the God of Evil immediately saw King Yama sitting on the high seat. Although his image was still somewhat weird, at least he was in human form, at least more like a human being than the two gatekeepers.
After the ghost messenger came in, he prostrated himself on the ground.
Seeing this, the God of Evil hurriedly climbed down, imitating ghosts and bowing down.
What do you think is his arrogance as a god king?
The evil god said, pride?What arrogance?
A strong man who can easily crush himself kneels, why doesn't he kneel?
This is respect for the strong.
"Who is coming?"
"Report to Lord Yan Luo, the person who came is from the world at the end of the world, holding the breath of the underworld."
King Yan Luo looked up, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.
"Judge, what do you say?"
The judge smiled.
"This person's heart of seeking the way is very sincere, even throwing everything away to find the gate of my underworld. Although there are many crimes on his body, but for the sake of his sincere heart of seeking the way, it can't be ignored."
The expression of the God of Evil changed after hearing this, and at the end, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
Look, his sincere heart has even moved such a strong man, which shows how sincere his heart is.
King Yama nodded slightly, expressing his understanding. The judge's words need to be listened to carefully. To put it simply, all good words are ignored, because they are all embellishments.
If you really want to say good things, the judge will directly say how much good deeds you have done, and will not talk about what kind of good deeds you have done.
Only those whose good deeds outweigh their sins will receive such treatment.
"continue."
The judge picked up the pen and scribbled on the book of life and death, and finally hooked the tip of the pen before continuing to speak.
"Wang Dachun, who died at the age of 310, was charged with [-] crimes, and was assigned three levels of treatment."
King Yama heard this and nodded his approval.
The third-level treatment, this is what King Yama said to keep pace with the times. In fact, the so-called third-level treatment is to let this guy switch to the animal way, and use many lifetimes to pay for his sins.
In fact, normally speaking, the God of Evil would have to go to the eighteenth floor, but for some unspeakable reasons, King Yama chose a softer way.
Because it is better to operate in the dark.
"next."
Afterwards, the ghost messenger led the evil god and left the Hall of Yama.
On the way, the God of Evil couldn't help but ask Heze what happened to the so-called third-level treatment.
"The third-level treatment is naturally the top three treatment in the underworld, just follow me."
"Top three? Do I really deserve it?"
The evil god secretly rejoiced in his heart, but on the surface he was extremely humble.
"San Qian San can't afford it, but who told Lord Yama to give you preferential treatment, just follow me, don't talk too much about the road ahead."
"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Yama for your preference."
The evil god nodded again and again.
In the Hall of Yama, King Yama did not let the next ghost come in for trial. The reason is actually very simple. There are so many worlds and so many ghosts die every day. King Yama can’t handle it even if he works overtime 24 hours a day, so ordinary ghosts go to help themselves. In the courtroom, go in and scan, and directly package and distribute.
Looking at the direction in which the God of Evil left, King Yan Luo looked inexplicably relaxed.
"It's finally here. I've been waiting in fear for so long, and I'm finally free."
The judge was a little worried.
"My lord, is it really good to do this? If it is discovered, wouldn't it be..."
King Yama glared at him.
"Don't talk nonsense! Whose fault do you think this is? A bowl of soup for a ghost, Mengpo soup is not only for washing away the ghost's memory, but also a whip for us!"
"Although there is only one bowl missing, the Mengpo soup is equal to the number of ghosts. But if a bowl is lost, the soup in the pot will be more likely to overflow. Once the Mengpo soup overflows, we You have to become idiots!"
"But this guy is holding the mark on the body of the missing soul, so he is that guy. He passed the Naihe Bridge with his body, and he won't add a piece of Meng Po Tang. Not only is it compliant, but also reasonable!"
The judge said he was persuaded.
This is what the whole underworld would like to see. Even Ksitigarbha, who has made great wishes, that the underworld is not empty, and vowed not to become a Buddha, does not want to be baptized by that Mengpo soup.
Even though he is very strong, in the underworld, that person can be said to be comparable to the Taoist ancestor!
No one can resist this Mengpo soup!
With the encouragement of this great god, every employee in the underworld is a labor pioneer.
On the other side, ghost messengers have already lined up with the God of Evil.
Although the God of Evil had some doubts in his heart, he didn't ask in the end because of the ghost messenger's instructions.
The ghosts moved forward one by one, and soon it was his turn.
The God of Evil took a look at Po Meng, who looked like a cooking woman, and found that he couldn't see what Po Meng looked like no matter what, he was horrified and quickly lowered his head.
Po Meng was stirring the soup in the pot. With her movements, the soup in the pot was undulating, and the highest point was already level with the country's edge!
The ghost who watched this scene was frightened, for fear that Po Meng and her old man would use too much force, and Po Meng's soup would overflow directly.
Don't look at this small pot of soup, but it contains countless rules.
There are strong people who can cover the ocean with a drop of water, but here a drop can drown a small world.
Only the soul can bear its weight, that's the rule.
Empress rules.
Thank you for your monthly pass!
Crab support!
(End of this chapter)
